{"id":2153,"date":"2007-06-09T12:33:00","date_gmt":"2007-06-09T12:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/06\/09\/my-dad-the-psychotic-penpal-episode-two\/"},"modified":"2007-06-09T12:33:00","modified_gmt":"2007-06-09T12:33:00","slug":"my-dad-the-psychotic-penpal-episode-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/06\/09\/my-dad-the-psychotic-penpal-episode-two\/","title":{"rendered":"my dad the psychotic penpal, episode two"},"content":{"rendered":"

Remember that little note I e-mailed to my father<\/a> right before my birthday? I forgot entirely about it until today. There are, so far, four replies.  <\/p>\n

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LETTER ONE<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

RE: Hi dad, it’s my 25th birthday this week – Uhmm …\u200e<\/font><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Sent:<\/span> May 30, 2007 5:36:47 PM<\/span> <\/div>\n
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whoever you might be
 
     This is XXXXX* Holmes alright but if you are JXXX* Holmes - you want to 
ask yourself what kind of people would prevent you from a single 
conversation with your father in your entire lifetime. These people don't 
want you to know who they really are or uncover the lies you've been subject 
to - which includes ripping you out of a $100,000 education in the arts.
     I have 'never' achieved a single conversation about a child of mine 
from anyone in my life. In fact, it's Vicki's only criteria for association 
- anyone who would be willing to destroy my kids. In case you want to waste 
your life even further ... try to find a Canadian office that will publicly 
advocate Parental Heritage. They have never asked or answered a single 
question about anything and like Vicki, they never will. Don't confront 
Vicki about anything ... she's extrememly dangerous.
     Those Gibson's seriously hate talented musicians. There are a great 
deal of insanely jealous people around and I was\/am tired of people trying 
to kill me and my friends (they have killed some). Vicki is that kind of 
person but she was very young so I tried an experiment with her and dropped 
all my friends (who are all in the Hall of Fame) to see if I could get her 
to appreciate something in life. As you can see, I've had to run for my life 
... yours too ... if you would've exhibited any natural talents, they would 
have killed you.
     I will not have any personal contact with you as long as a Gibson, or 
anyone who has anything to do with them, has access to you. Period!
     They ARE capable of killing you. There is no doubt that you are 
entitled to the truth and I can assure you that half the people in the Hall 
of Fame will verify everything I say. I DON\"T LIE. Every person in your life 
has been lying to you. If you want the truth - you drop everything from your 
past and go into hiding. Have a professional courier deliver a phone to XXX** 
East Pender Street Vancouver and we'll go from there.
     If you can assure me that NOBODY knows about this email communication - 
I may respond a little further but the reality of the situation is you are 
not climatized (trained) to withstand the enormous amount of brutality that 
has been dumped on you. It will take the rest of your life to understand and 
possibly a few years before we can even see each other.
     For what it's worth, the main reason I took Vicki on is because she 
would be dead if I didn't. I have a bit of a phychic hook and get radar on 
bimbo's who are about to die. I met Vicki shortly after a girlfriend of mine 
was killed in a car accident - exactly how I told her she would be killed. 
Vicky was living with a girl named Mary who got herself murdered. Vicky 
would have been with her. I know a lot about girls because I lived with a 
half a dozen at a time for most of my life. I taught and managed them when 
NOBODY wanted girls to do anything but have babies. Anyway, I have at least 
50 kids who've all been stolen & ripped out of educations. They are 
souveniers and the gov't backs their snivel without a single question 
because they they are a guns and drugs industry in need of gullible, 
uneducated meatloaf to drug and kill. 50% of N. American children are being 
designed by the #1 demographic for ignorance & poverty. You got a huge 
amount to learn, Toots. Ta.
     I figured you'd make it this far if I stayed far away from you. All the 
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*I don’t want this to be easily indexed.
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 So that one letter pretty much re-caps the general themes of the last batch – the corrupt and evil government that is out to kill him is working in collusion with my vindictive mother to brainwash me and destroy my talents. It’s evident that he hasn’t gotten any medical attention. He is still, yes, bonkers. 

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 LETTER TWO<\/p>\n
<\/u><\/strong>RE: Hi dad, it’s my 25th birthday this week\u200e<\/p>\n
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Sent:<\/span> May 31, 2007 12:14:55 PM<\/span> <\/div>\n
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Hi JXXX,
 
     I hope you're JXXX. I just hit return by accident and might have sent 
you the previous draft but I just Internet at the libray so I'll do a short 
brief in case you didn't get the first one.
     I haven't been able to gig because Vicki and Sarina are holding my 
children's lives ransom. They don't want me to exist on any level and they 
surround my children with people who hate them as much as they do. I don't 
dare advertise or even play anywhere. When I play with real musicians I 
attract a lot of attention. It would put me in everybody's face and the odds 
of them killing my children go up. - I'm in the Hall of Fame for stuff I was 
doing when I was 20. I was playing on the radio at 13 & had my first kid 
stolen by the art teacher\/school secretary of St Marys School, Chilliwack. 
Your grandfather is buried in Sardis. DON\"T get into it. Dangerous!
     My health is very poor as a result of all the hate generated by 
kidnappers and government personell that don't want me to expose them. 
Consequently, I'm making plans to leave the country for good and I don't 
intend to leave a trail ... one year away-ish. I have a few equipment issues 
yet and I continually study because once I go public again - it takes up a 
lot of time.
     You've been raised by kidnapping terrorists who hate musicians and want 
to kill their children. This is NOT a huge shining portfolio for people who 
are dedicated to the arts. You've been deliberatley poisened by very hateful 
people and are bound to have seriously skewed perspectives that may or may 
not be addressed within this time frame. Every decision Vicki has ever made 
is hate based ... she has no other capacity. The only 'genuine' passion I've 
ever witnessed is her desire to destroy a musicians children. It took me 15 
years to sneak in a grade 1 music through the spit. In case you haven't 
noticed, there is absolutely NO MUSIC in the Gibson background but she uses 
my efforts for her entire cool. What little she knows about anything - I 
taught her and all she still wants to do is kill me. I'm outa here toots. 
How much is anyone supposed to take in one lifetime. I've paid enough Gibson 
dues to hold a few more Universes. Hopefully I cracked the egg. Gotta go.
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<\/underline>Sarina was my step-mother for a brief period of time when I was little. She hooked up with my parents and her two kids came with her. It was neat – I had siblings for the first time. This odd family unit is where Robin comes from. Sarina had one too, named Blake. Her family lives on the Island by Parksville somewhere – I sporadically try to find them. Blake would be around eighteen now? (I wonder if my dad is on his birth certificate). This means that Daniel and Brianna would be, (I think), 20 and 21, well old enough to be reasonable conversationalists. <\/p>\n
I don’t know very much about my grandfather, except he was a jazz musician and an alcoholic. My grandmother loved him very much when they were young. (They had a ridiculous number of children, too). I don’t know if I’ve ever been to Sardis. It’s in the middle of absolutely nowhere. <\/p>\n
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LETTER THREE
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Wishing Well, Toots – missing ya huge\u200e<\/font><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sent:<\/span> June 3, 2007 1:36:44 PM<\/span> <\/div>\n
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\tThis idea of trying to have something to do with you is pretty much just 
wishful thinking, JXXX. The math doesn\u30fbt add up \u30fb
\tThere\u30fbs nothing left of me JXXX. I\u30fbm absolutely terrorized at the idea of 
having Vicki start to attack me some more. My health and finances are so 
pathetic that I need all my time and money just to blow this pigpen. There\u30fbs 
no way you can be salvaged and educated anyway. Whatever programming a child 
encounters in youth draws the lines for life. Government\u30fbs know that and 
deliberately helped Vicki rip you out of a $100,000 education but now you 
need $100,000 worth of therapy too. Vicki knows you would have been a huge 
success and she\u30fbll kill you before she allows that to happen. I surrounded 
her with most of the Hall of Fame \u30fb you can\u30fbt get a better education 
potential than that. She PREFERS to hate them because they can play and she 
can\u30fbt. It\u30fbs pretty much like dealing with a three year old with a loaded gun 
that can\u30fbt be taken away because so many lowlifes find it convenient. Be 
very quiet \u30fb leave sleeping dogs lie.
\tAt any rate kid \u30fb you\u30fbve made two attempts to communicate in fifteen years 
\u30fb that\u30fbs one sentence every seven years. Maybe we\u30fbll let one more Universe 
go by and you\u30fbll be up to speed for a normal conversation. Mind you, that\u30fbs 
two more attempts than Vicki\u30fbs made in 30 years. Have you ever seen her make 
an attempt to have a conversation with me about anything under the sun? Has 
anybody? It doesn\u30fbt exist and it never will because everything she does is a 
lie. What can she say?
      Unfortunately, the people she recruits to support her lies are 
themselves liars and don\u30fbt have the slightest concern for anybody\u30fbs welfare. 
Why would anyone give a three year old more bullets? \u30fb Blowjob? \u30fb 
Bloodmoney? \u30fb Uhmm \u30fb what else would she be good for? Duh \u30fb let me think \u30fb 
no, that\u30fbs about it \u30fb anybody?
      You know, there\u30fbs a simple telltale sign that distinguishes people who 
care from liars \u30fb Question \u30fb that\u30fbs it \u30fb you actually have to ask a question 
to get correct information. Did I spell that right?  Now, wasn\u30fbt that easy? 
JXXX, have you ever met anyone that understands what a question is?
      I\u30fbve never achieved a conversation in my life about anything at all.  
Wouldn\u30fbt it be reasonable to conclude that my children have been killed for 
a blowjob and blood money? Oh gosh, we haven\u30fbt even established if there\u30fbs 
anyone around that knows what a question is. I\u30fbll come back in a universe.
      There has never been a person in your life that cares if you live or 
die, JXXX. Vicky wants you to be the stupidest, biggest airhead meatloaf in 
the Universe because you are Danny\u30fbs kid. It makes her feel important to 
show us educated people how important she is. It\u30fbs her life\u30fbs passion and 
work.
      There\u30fbs absolutely no way that I could ever impose her on anyone in my 
future. She did a good job kid. You\u30fbre the exact little piss ass bimbo that 
comes downtown wanting to play with the big kids and gets killed. That\u30fbs 
exactly what she wants.
      You haven\u30fbt heard anything yet ... just the tip of the iceberg. You 
won\u30fbt want to hear how Robin was almost killed because of her hysterical 
tantrums \u30fb how many lives and careers she\u30fbs destroyed \u30fb how one of the best 
drummers on the West Coast was murdered since I saw you last \u30fb simply 
because he wanted to play with me.
      If I said duck \u30fb you\u30fbd piss yourself for a year.
      How about when Sarina was staged to be murdered by a jealous lowlife 
that I had to hire regularly to play with Vicki because quality musicians 
can\u30fbt stand her and how Vicki\u30fbs tantrum levels went through the roof when I 
explained what I had to do about it. She wanted Sarina to be killed \u30fb same 
jealousy that\u30fbs being directed at you.
      Gosh, Jane, there\u30fbs not a single person in your life that wants to 
know a single thing about the forces trying to kill you. Are you getting 
this?
      I would also need to go into hiding if I had anything to do with you. 
Do you have enough money to hide us both for a year without any engagement 
but the task at hand? \u30fb Grow up fast or back to a frothing Gibson. Not good, 
but I can\u30fbt let you jeopardize the safety of the people I\u30fbm going to.
\tIncidentally, you used to love the road. You were always the first one in 
the truck. Owners of clubs used to parade you around and give you money. 
Everybody loved you and, of course, that\u30fbs why Vicki hates you.
      We have that in common Jane. The last time I saw my dad, I was ten. He 
was a great musician and everybody loved him. He tried to teach my mom but 
she hated him into an early grave and he died when I was ten. My mother\u30fbs 
birthday is exactly the same as Vicki\u30fbs. She killed me when I was a baby \u30fb 
same jealous streak as Vicki. She suffocated me to death. I was pronounced 
D.O.A. but the hospital brought me back. She said it was an accident but 
didn\u30fbt tell me about it until my mid forties. Anyone concerned for my 
welfare would insist I have that information to watch for complications, 
right? I watched her spend her whole life spitting on my father to the 
younger kids that weren\u30fbt old enough to know him. None of them acquired 
educational interests. I did manage to teach them some music but they never 
made much of a living with it. It\u30fbs because I couldn\u30fbt cut through my 
mother\u30fbs spit. My dad had me promise to look after them because he knew I 
was the only one who would \u30fb so I was busy buying them a house and 
instruments when I was young. Also, like you, I couldn\u30fbt relate to such a 
degree of violence in people who were claiming love. I didn\u30fbt go to her 
funeral. She\u30fbs like Vicki \u30fb the biggest contribution either of them could 
make to the arts would be to commit suicide. Also, I\u30fbm the only one who ever 
truly looked after either of them \u30fb Vicki would be dead \u30fb let\u30fbs not forget 
that I\u30fbm also the only one with enough guts to table the necessary and 
inconvenient truths required to stop future killings \u30fb if only I could find 
a Canadian who cares \u30fb
      Even at ten, I knew she hated my dad to death. That\u30fbs why I wanted to 
see if I could cut through with Vicki but it will kill me too if I don\u30fbt get 
out of here \u30fb it\u30fbs been 30 years of life threatening suffocation and its 
life or death for me, hon. I cannot take another drop of Vicki Gibson \u30fb I 
will die like everything that has ever crossed her path.
      What the hell is a little peanut like you gonna do about this stack of 
shit?
      Get everybody killed? I\u30fbve been shot by a jealous cop \u30fb my buddy was 
shot by a jealous groupie \u30fb I\u30fbve been rammed of the road at highway speeds - 
vehicle a complete rightoff - guns in my face - knives at my throat - 
vehicles sabotaged for accident potential - everybody trying to frame me for 
anything and everything (like Vicki) - attacked just walking down the street 
including some of Vicki\u30fbs sniveling buddies. I had to run away so I wouldn\u30fbt 
have to put them in the hospital. I could fill a book but stupid shit gives 
me a headache. I just try to teach everyone music. A couple of Canadian 
Universities asked me to teach when I was twenty five but I was always 
living with a lot of girls and it freaks the standard Christian Canadian 
culture out. They get pretty violent \u30fb jealousy. Otherwise, I might have for 
awhile.
      I seriously need to get back with my own kind and I\u30fbve got to go to 
another country to completely get away from Gibson\u30fbs and their poisoned 
children.
      I\u30fbm just so sorry JXXX but these people are never going to come clean.
\tAs a safety precaution, I\u30fbve placed this story, in triplicate, on every 
News Desk on the West Coast, half of Canada, United Nations, several global 
humanity groups and a small novel in my files at the Hall of Fame. If anyone 
(who has been in the presence of a child of mine without my permission) 
crosses my path, (anywhere) we will continue this conversation on the front 
pages around the world. Good idea? \u30fb or will more people need to be killed 
to keep those wholesome reputations in the doughnuts?
\tMeet ya next universe kid.
 
PS - JXXX - if you confront gov\u30fbt. about heritage genocide or Vicki about 
anything \u30fb especially having anything to do with me, factor in some serious 
illness to your schedule. People with low IQ\u30fbs don\u30fbt have the courage to 
stand up for anything and get very angry at anyone who does. Hate kills. 
It\u30fbs planet Earth\u30fbs #1 killer. Not just war, but disease and, of course, 
peaceful emotions don\u30fbt sell guns and drugs. Who ya gonna call?
      You can\u30fbt go halfway \u30fb you have to get out of Vicki\u30fbs thoughts before 
you can regain health. I\u30fbve been through so many personal relationships that 
I\u30fbve noticed a trend where I begin to assume the heritage illness of the 
person I\u30fbm with and it\u30fbs directly linked to the stresses they undergo from 
reaction to their perspectives. It can take years to shake it off but 
typically you have to get away from them until they stop thinking of you. 
You can see for yourself that there is never anything but hate coming from 
Vicki. I mean, not a single conversation about my own children in an entire 
lifetime? She wants me dead \u30fb real serious dead. How could any health crawl 
out from under that?
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My friend Blake put it best a few years ago when, over dinner in Victoria with the other One Yellow Rabbits, he kindly asked, “So when did your father fall off the edge of the world?” <\/p>\n
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LETTER FOUR
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Sent:<\/span> June 5, 2007 12:39:23 PM<\/span> <\/div>\n
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