From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Sunday, October 29, 2006 10:32 AM PT
To: Leutenant William Kemery - San Diego Sheriffs Department Internal
Affairs Unit
Cc: rest;
Standard, Devin;
Subject: BE ADVISED...---...LAKESIDE
MAN...---...
At 8:05 AM today, Mr. Rick
McMann who I understand is better known as the “Lakeside Man” to more
than just local narcotics law enforcement officials, drove by our stone home in
the Cleveland National Forest heading north on the dirt road and returned at 8:15
AM to the paved road next to the galvanized steel bridge, very capable of
carrying an M1 tank which I have always assumed was the principal reason behind
the United States Forest Service going along with a cost of some $600,000 just
to protect the most awesomely beautiful Arroyo toads during mating season.
Yesterday around that time
Mr. McMann and I had a “run in” although it is more accurate
to say that Mr. McMann while attempting to “shoulder me” as he “cut
me off” while running along the same dirt road, ended up face down on
the dirt road as I managed to quickly adjust my stride.
What may NOW bother TV and radio addict-reliant
McMann who is a couple of years younger than me but carrying significantly more
muscle mass as well as a significant height advantage, more than anything given
how, like most incapable of logical thought processing, “as good as the last person they
speak with” or “what they last remember hearing”, was my gut-wrenching ability to leave him “in
the dust” as I raced him, a former competitive swimmer and downhill
ski-racer back to the cabin less than half a mile away after holding my ground
as he lunged at me with the shoulder he hadn’t hurt when crashing to the
ground.
Not to mention how rather
funny it was to see all the dirt up both his nostrils as every orifice in his
body exploded, no doubt cushioning the impact on my very “soft” but not totally
insignificant muscles in my left shoulder which may now stop my wife giving me
a hard time about this poor habit I have of raising my left shoulder to protect
the space between my ears.
I will continue this
communiqué in due course, to mention little of McMann’s virulent anti-Semitic
comments that resulted in me calling him a “moron” following catching
this constantly yelling, i.e. seeking “negative attention”, playing it “fast
and loose” with the English language.
No doubt my decision to tell
it the way “it is” contributed significantly to him displaying his “true
colors” the result of the “most average” poor breeding which
like bs rises and seeks escape at the highest orifice, “Man rots from the waist up”
versus “Fish rot from the head down!”
The only difference however,
between McMann and Dr. John Ben Stewart aka The Sperm Donor, McMann also sperming a boy our JoNathan’s age and
part of the reason for the feeling of “kinship”, their similarities quite
uncanny, IS that whereas The Sperm Donor’s vile mother spends a
significant amount of time in the Sperm
Donor’s big house kitty-corner from Mr.
Worth mentioning, but ever
so briefly, relatively speaking that is, that up until The Sperm Donor’s on-off again girlfriend tried to corner me in my
wife’s home on Barbados Way in Del Mar some 7 odd years ago, no one had ever “rili” [sic] wanted to engage me
in a physical confrontation for the simple reason that I “saw fit” not to engage in
“mental
gymnastics” with “mental midgets” which pretty much
eliminated everyone I knew apart from my Royal Mater who made it her business
to see to it that from the earliest of age rather than depend on my dwarf like
limbs, no shoulders “to speak of”, big ears, big nose, blah blah to surround myself with
the strongest,
relying mostly on my “chicken legs” to get out of “harms
way”.
To mention little of the
handful of intellectual midgets who have since also chosen poorly in following
in the footsteps of the on-off again girlfriend after the Sperm Donor had succeeded in convincing Ms. Dawn “Kilicut” [sic] that I had called her
a, “maid”,
an accurate designation she had previously let us all know given how The Sperm Donor had her feeling about
herself when not “putting up” with the “advances” from male law partners
prior to her of course building up the most incredible butt, at the now
criminally indicted 2,000 pound gorilla Shareholder
Class Action Litigation law
firm of Milberg Weiss-Lerach, former clients of mine, to mention in passing how
“The
Maid” with quite the foul and extraordinarily loose mouth ended up
going on “disability”, the cost picked up by the non-whiners and hard workers all
around the world increasingly fed up with all the bs.
Not to forget as we all
recall “The Maid’s” May 5th verbal diarrhea that
she has yet to wear a diamond engagement ring despite The Sperm Donor being given the “green light” by his one
daughter, we know of, who wasn’t willing to go along with The Sperm Donor’s slimeball of slimeball plan to use the excuse of
And of course there were no
more than a couple of incidents of “foul play” when playing competitive
rugby which stopped in my early twenties not long after I received this letter from a very dear medical
doctor friend who very possibly saved my life, not to mention yet again,
extraordinarily well respected
Worth understanding why
increasingly edgy Hollywood blockbuster author, Edward Jay Epstein felt the need to make the point
in his INTERNET ONLY most
fascinating book, THE DIAMOND INVENTION,
Chapter 18, THE AMERICAN CONSPIRACY,
of
Time that we dispensed in
order to “give peace a better chance” with
all this racism nonsense that allows all those DAAC co-opted-corrupted to use as one masterful distraction when we
all know the problems of the world have nothing to do with race, color, sex or
religion simply poor parental religious teaching mandated by the “Money
Power” corrupt.
Gary S. Gevisser
A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There!
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