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,
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
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