Las Vegas Poker Mafia Command Structure

OK. I am now ready to make some statements about the Las Vegas Poker Mafia which I am confident I can prove in court if I am sued for libel. Some of this information comes from Russ Georgiev, but everything in this post has been verified by at least one Vegas oldtimer I have met, or by some other Las Vegas veteran whose honesty and integrity I trust.

You people need to realize that I did not just get off the turnip truck. From 1977 to 1984, I was a professional blackjack player living in Arizona. From 1979 to 1982, I had a full time teaching position as Professor of Data Processing and Mathematics at Arizona Western College in Yuma, Arizona. But I had complete control over my teaching schedule, so my first class of the week was 8 pm Monday night, and my last class of the week was 9 am Thursday morning. So I had plenty of time to hang out in the whorehouses of the Zona Roja in San Luis Rio Colorado, immediately south of Yuma. And I had plenty of time to make the short drive up the Colorado River to Laughlin, as well as make trips to Las Vegas. During this time, I was barred from playing blackjack at every major casino in Laughlin and Las Vegas, as well as some in Reno in Lake Tahoe. Even the Horseshoe, famous for letting card counters play, put me on flat bet, which was very rare. Flat bet means you must make the same bet for every hand in a deck, and you are not allowed to walk away if the count goes negative.

As a result of these barrings, I became a master of disguise and changing my speech patterns and dialects. Some of these fucking pit bosses are unbelievably good at spotting you when you completely change your appearance. Check this out. I first trained myself to count cards at the venerable El Cortez in downtown Las Vegas about 1977. At the time, I had long flowing hair down to my shoulders and a very long beard. I wore Pendleton wool shirts, Levis, and Red Wing hiking boots. I wore an expensive Stetson hat and my trademark Bausch and Lomb sunglasses.

At least five years after they barred me at the El Cortez, I returned with my appearance completely changed. I was clean shaven with short hair, and dressed in a expensive three piece suit, with black dress shoes. I wore clear Ben Franklin type glasses. I figured no one would possibly know it was me.

I sat down at an empty single deck table and bet one $5 chip. Before the dealer even finished shuffling the cards, the Pit Boss walked over, pushed my bet from the betting circle, and said, "You know you are not allowed to play here." Absolutely fucking amazing.

The other barring which blew my mind was at Caesars Tahoe about 1983. At Caesars at the time, they had the world's most favorable blackjack game --

Single deck dealt almost to the bottom.

Double down on any two cards, not just 10 or 11 like most northern Nevada casinos.

Split and resplit all pairs, including Aces.

Double down after splitting a pair.

Late surrender.

Do you understand that an industrial strength card counter like me has an edge of over 1% off the top of the deck, and that edge only grows with deck penetration, as I get more information to modify my playing strategy? At the time, I was using Wong's Halves Count, and I was keeping side counts of Aces and Eights to further inform my playing strategy.

In such a situation, there is no need to vary your bets with the count, which is a sure giveaway that you are counting. I can absolutely destroy such a game flat betting. The game was further enhanced by the fact that you could play up to three hands at the table minimum. I was sitting alone at a $25 minimum table, playing three hands at $25 each.

At the time, my act was that I was a rich cowboy from Texas. I had a legitimate driver's license saying I lived in Dallas, Texas, which I actually did for about a year in the 1983 time frame. I was dressed to the nines with a three piece suit, Stetson hat, and cowboy boots. Having grown up in the South, I could talk with a perfect southern drawl. At the time, all I was doing was driving all over Nevada playing Blackjack with my then girlfriend, Teresa Tang, AKA Dung Sok Yi, a very beautiful Chinese woman from Sacramento, whom I met while she was working at the cashier's cage at the Pioneer Club in Laughlin.

So I go into Caesars Tahoe. Never been there before in my life. I play blackjack for a couple of hours, then I ask the Pit Boss if I can get an RFB comp if I give him a lot of green action. He says yes of course, and starts the paper work. He says I need to put at least $10,000 in the cage to write markers against. Naturally, I tell him no problem. I toke him a green check and tell him I am going to play craps. I first deposit $10,000 in the cage, then I go over to the craps pit and ask for a marker for $5000, all green checks. I start betting $25 on the pass line with $50 odds. Every roll, I am coming for $25 with $50 odds when I go on a number. When 11 rolls, I let the $50 on the come line ride. When I start going off and on, I start slowly pressing my come bets and taking full odds. If I catch any kind of hand, pretty soon I have every number covered with $50 flat bet and $100 odds and $75 coming.

This is the way to play craps to give the illusion of action while minimizing your variance. If you catch a hot roll, you make a huge score. My best score was this system was at the Horseshoe when I ran a $1 pass line bet into over $900. When I sevened out, I had all the numbers covered with $50 flat bet and $100 odds, with $75 coming.

Anyway, I caught a little hand and won a few hundred. I paid off my $5000 marker and walked back to the Blackjack pit with a few hundred in green checks. I started my same routine, flat betting three hands, $25/hand. Within an hour, I was stuck over $700. The pit boss walked over, slapped me on the back, and said --

Bill, you are a real nice guy. You can still have your RFB comp if you give us green check action at the dice table. But we have had enough of your action in the 21 pit. You are just too tough. We just cannot afford to fade your action.

I must say this was the most pleasant barring I have ever experienced.

You probably wonder why I am telling you all this bullshit. It is to establish my bona fides as someone who has been involved in Nevada Casino gambling for 30 years. I am not just some nutcase who has never gambled and looks up everything with Google.

One more point in my background, and we will get to the command structure of the Las Vegas Poker Mafia. In the 1984 to 1987 time frame, I worked as a craps dealer at the Golden Gate Casino, Jerry's Nugget, Las Vegas Club, Silver Nugget, El Rancho, and Pioneer Club. I was promoted to boxman shortly after starting to work as a dealer at the Las Vegas Club, El Rancho, and Pioneer Club. In the 1988-1989 time frame, I was first a boxman and later a floorman in the Sahara dice pit for about 18 months. In that capacity, I had the authority to write comps for high rollers, and I sometimes accompanied them to lunch or dinner, or socialized with them at a casino bar when I got off work. This was part of making the dice pit friendly. The high rollers got to have free meals with the dice floormen, and I got to eat lobster frequently. Do you understand that many of these high rollers I dined with were connected -- mobbed up -- made Mafia members?

I was always very curious about the history of Las Vegas, and to what extent the Mob still ran the town. I have got a lot of first hand information from people who were there. Please do not think that all, or even most, of my information comes from Russ Georgiev.

Also, please do not think that the "Poker Mafia" is just something that Russ pulled out of his ass or made up. The Poker Mafia has a long history in Las Vegas, and the Poker Mafia is still very much in operation. Now here are some statements about the Las Vegas Poker Mafia which I am prepared to prove in court if I am sued for libel. Because I can prove everything which follows, and because everything which follows is true, I am quite sure none of the individuals I name will dare sue me for libel.

Before I get into the details, I want to present to you further proof that I am not just getting this from Russ -- that I already knew most of what follows when I was barely aware of who Russ Georgiev was and had not had any email or telephone communications with him. Here is what I wrote in my post "RAMASHIVA ON DOUG DALTON", first posted on October 23, 2002, right after I first started posting to RGP about four years ago. Here is verbatim the slightly edited and augmented repost I made of this post on November 28, 2002 --

http://groups.google.com/group/rec.gambling.poker/msg/dd024c83e09452ea

I originally made this post on 10/23/2002. I assume it is this post that led to the forged news stories and forged police reports about an alleged tree masturbation incident involving me in a tree outside Donna Harris's house. Or possibly it was statements made by Mr. Dalton after this story was published that I had stalked Donna Harris and/or other female employees of the Mirage Poker Room. At any rate, when people began making posts to RGP that they had talked to Doug, and Doug had indeed made these stalking allegations against me, I called the Bellagio Poker Room and asked to speak to Doug. I spoke to one of Doug's assistants, I believe her name was Karen. I told her emphatically that I had never ever stalked Donna Harris, or any other female employee of the Mirage Poker Room. I also told Mr. Dalton's assistant that any such statements made by Mr. Dalton were entirely with out merit or foundation, and that these were just more of his lies to justify permanently barring me in the first place. I then told Mr. Dalton's assistant in the strongest terms that Mr. Dalton should cease and desist from all stalking allegations against me. I thought this would be the end of it, but apparently not. I have recently heard from a reliable source that Mr. Dalton is still making these baseless stalking allegations. As I have told you many times, Doug Dalton is a liar of the worst kind. Not only does he tell lies to justify his unjustifiable accusations against me, he also pressures his perjurious subordinates to back up his lies with lies of their own. In my original post, I was replying to another poster who had asked me what Doug had done to me to make me have such a negative opinion of him. ________________________________________________________
Why don't you ask Doug Dalton that question first? Why don't you ask him for a detailed account of his experiences with me and his decision to bar me from the Mirage Poker Room eight years ago? I seriously doubt that Doug will be willing to discuss this matter with you or anyone else, because he and I both know that he told one lie after another to Mirage Security and Bobby Baldwin, in order to create sufficient justification for barring me. He also pressured or coerced several of his employees into telling lies about me in order to prove his case against me. Unfortunately for Mr. Dalton, some of these employees no longer work for him, and therefore have no problem with exposing him as a vicious liar and manipulator of truth.

The fact of the matter is, I could have been readmitted to the Mirage Poker Room immediately. I did nothing to warrant permanent barring, and Doug knows this. I was told that I had to talk to Doug before I could play again. My reaction -- WTF does Doug think he is??? I am the customer here. He is supposed to do every thing possible to keep me happy. Instead, he thinks it is his job to tell me what I can and cannot talk about; and with whom I may and may not converse. This attitude was part of the general attitude of Mirage Poker Room management -- We have more business than we can handle, so if you don't like the way we run the poker room, please go play somewhere else. Many local poker players have commented to me about this arrogant attitude of the management of the Mirage Poker Room. Many, many ex-employees of the Mirage Poker Room have told me that that they despise Doug Dalton, and that he is an incompetent idiot.

I admit that I was acting pretty wild and crazy in the days leading up to my barring. In case you haven't already guessed it, Ramashiva is a wild and crazy guy. But I was never admonished by any floorman or shift boss that my behavior was out of line. Since I knew I was getting pretty outrageous, for several mornings in a row I asked Doug if he had received any complaints about me or had any reports from his shift bosses about my behavior being out of line. The answer was always no. Then suddenly, one evening, I was informed by the swing shift boss that I was no longer allowed to talk to any female employees. Naturally, I ignored that ridiculous injunction. I was forthwith informed that I could not play again until I talked to Doug.

I still have not talked to Doug, and I never will. I have nothing but contempt for the man. I know for a fact that he is willing to tell whatever lies he needs to tell in order to accomplish his objective. I know for a fact that he is willing to pressure his employees to lie in order to support his lies. Do I need to say anything else?? I know I don't, but I will anyway.

Doug's whole approach to running a poker room is seriously flawed, in my opinion. Basically, he wants to run a poker room like a Sunday School. He wants to micromanage everyone's behavior and speech. If some clueless clown from out of town is offended by something he hears in a poker game, he thinks he has the right to put a stop to the offensive behavior. He expects real poker players to act completely differently than they would if not forced to comply with his censorious regime.

Many poker players, Ramashiva included, are arrogant, obnoxious, foul-mouthed individuals. Real poker players accept this behavior as very common, even normal, among poker players. If a group of real poker players is having a real poker game with a lot of profanity and outrageousness, then let them play the way they want to play. If some sanctimonious Sunday School teacher joins the game and is offended by the language -- the proper management response is to inform the Sunday School teacher that this is a poker game, not Sunday School, and to suggest slot machines or keno as an alternative. Instead, Doug thinks the proper management response is to tell the foul-mouthed poker players to either shut up or leave.

Things may have changed since I was barred, but the way comps were handled is another clear indication of Doug's managerial incompetence. First of all, the Mirage Poker Room was very stingy about handing out comps. You were only supposed to get one comp per week, and you had to stand in a long line at a specific time to get one. That is, unless you slipped a floorman a couple of bucks. Then, you could get all the comps you wanted. High limit players and friends of management also got unlimited comps.

High-limit players in general got better treatment than the low-limit players. Since the card room makes as much or more money off a low limit table compared to a high limit table, such discriminatory treatment is outrageous and indefensible. Just one small example, high limit players can order freshly squeezed carrot juice whenever they want. Low limit players are told to go suck an egg if they ask for freshly squeezed carrot juice. WTF is up with that? This is all part of the big superiority complex that high limit players have. They think they are so much better than ordinary mortals playing with $1 chips. Well, at that time, Bill Gates frequently came to the Mirage to play poker when he was in town. His game of choice? $3/$6 holdem. Needless to say, Bill Gates could have bought and sold all the big time big money poker players in Las Vegas without changing the third significant digit of his net worth. High limit players need to get over this idea that playing for higher stakes means anything but how much each chip is worth.

Another thing that irritated hell out of me was that Doug employs many incompetent dealers and supervisors. I knew the Mirage poker rules better than 99% of the dealers and 100% of the floormen and shift bosses. I never had a problem with the competent dealers. They could deal to me for weeks and never make a mistake. When a tricky situation came up, these competent poker dealers would automatically ask me for the correct interpretation of the rules for that situation. Unfortunately, Doug employed many totally incompetent dealers, which leads me to believe that he doesn't know enough about poker to know an incompetent dealer when he sees one. Some of these lumps could not sit in the box for 20 minutes without making four or five serious errors. Naturally I corrected these errors, as every player has a right to do. Rather than accepting correction, and trying to improve, these incompetent dealers went whining to management that I was embarrassing and humiliating them by correcting them in front of other players. If Doug and his totally incompetent assistant, Kathleen Toliver, had trained these incompetent dealers properly, they would have had no need to be corrected, by me or anyone else.

Anyway, I was forbidden to correct any dealer. If I objected to what the dealer was doing, I was told to stop the action and call a floorman. WTF!!! The game has to come to a complete halt to correct an obvious dealing error, just to avoid hurting the dealer's feelings??? This is a good example of Doug trying to run a poker room like a Sunday School class. One night, I called for a floorman after the dealer made a serious dealing error. Kathleen showed up. I was not even allowed to tell her what the problem was. The dealer told her version of what happened, then Kathleen made her ruling. Her ruling was 100% incorrect according to Mirage Poker Room rules. When I tried to point this out to her, she very bluntly told me to shut up, that the floorman's decision was final, and that was the end of it. And this woman was in charge of training new dealers. No wonder there were so many incompetent dealers at the Mirage.

Finally, Doug Dalton, Bobby Baldwin, and Steve Wynn were then, and probably still are errand boys for the Mafia. Of course, they have great pretensions of being good, law-abiding citizens. ROTFLMAO. When Doug barred me, I spoke to several law firms in Las Vegas about suing the Mirage. I got the same answer -- No law firm in Las Vegas would even consider suing the Mirage, no matter how good the grounds for a lawsuit might be. When I asked why that was, I was invariably told that the answer should be obvious.

It was an open secret at the time that collusion was rampant in the higher limit games, and that management did absolutely nothing to stop it. In fact, Mirage management provided a sanctuary for all the big money cheaters in Las Vegas. This is Doug's concept of offering the high-rolling Las Vegas tourist a fair gamble --

1. Assemble every crossroader and card cheat in Las Vegas.

2. Seat all these cheaters in the high limit games.

3. Provide absolutely no management supervision to make sure the cheaters are not cheating the tourists.

4. Seat the unsuspecting tourist in the middle of this den of thieves, and tell him good luck.

My friends, this is the situation that is giving poker a bad name, not Russ Georgiev.

To summarize, Doug Dalton is a shameless liar. The way the poker room is run is ample evidence for his incompetence. He provides sanctuary to card cheats who fleece unsuspecting tourists.

Bobby Baldwin also was aware of all these facts at the time I was barred. After a long conversation with me, Bobby told me that Doug Dalton was his choice to run the poker room, and that if I wanted to play there, I would have to get along with Doug Dalton.

These Mafia errand boys are so arrogant. If Doug Dalton and Bobby Baldwin want to continue running their scams, it is they who will have to get along with Ramashiva. Please reference previous posts concerning ability of High Priest of Virgin Mary to call down fire and brimstone from Heaven and incinerate anyone who irritates him.

William Coleman (ramashiva)

home page: www.home.earthlink.net/~ramashiva

IESOUS CHRISTOS THEOU YIOS SOTER (corrupted version)
IESOUS CHRISTOS THEOS YIOS SOTERES (true version)

Sell all your possessions; give the money to the poor; and come, follow me.

-- Jesus Christ
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Now, after an EXTREMELY lengthy introduction, here are my statements about the Las Vegas Poker Mafia which I am prepared to prove in court. This outline of the command structure of the Las Vegas Poker Mafia is brief and incomplete. I will flesh it out as I get sufficient corroboration to be confident that my statements are true and that I can prove them in court.

The following relates to the era when Tony "the ant" Spilotro ran Las Vegas for the Chicago mob. Frank "Lefty" Rosenthal was at the same level as Spilotro and ran the skimming operation at the Stardust, which netted the Chicago mob many millions in profits, in addition to the Stardust Casino profits. This era is accurately documented in the movie "Casino" featuring Robert de Niro as Lefty Rosenthal (Sam Rothstein in the movie), Joe Pesci as Tony Spilotro (Nicky Santoro in the movie), and Oscar Goodman, Spilotro's personal attorney and chief mob consigliere, as himself. LOL. Oscar Goodman is now the Mayor of Las Vegas. But the Mob has been run out of Las Vegas. Yeah. Right. Sure.

During this time period, the Spilotro operation operated a full-blown poker cheating operation centered at the Stardust, and also at the Golden Nugget. I am not clear on the time frame of when the Golden Nugget card room opened and the Poker Mafia set up shop there. I could Google it, but perhaps some oldtimer can provide the correct dates.

Spilotro's poker cheating operation was headed up by Spilotro's lieutenant Mike O'Connor. The same Mike O'Connor which Chip, Doyle, and company sent to whack Russ Georgiev after Russ started exposing the Las Vegas Poker Mafia on rec.gambling.poker (RGP), including the fact that they were still in operation in the top section of first the Mirage, then the Bellagio. Here are the individuals who definitely worked for O'Connor in some capacity. At this point, I cannot confidently say exactly what position the following individuals held under O'Connor, but the following individuals definitely worked for O'Connor in some capacity in the Las Vegas Poker Mafia --

Chip Reese

Doug Dalton

Eric Drache

David Sklansky

Now do you understand exactly who these individuals are? Eric Drache was cardroom manager of the Golden Nugget Cardroom. Eric became cardroom manager at the Mirage when that cardroom opened. Eric thought he was a world class poker player, and he consistently blew all his money playing against real world class players. Eric was a colorful figure, and he was running the Mirage Cardroom when I first started playing at the Mirage Poker Room about 1990.

For one reason or another, Eric was replaced as cardroom manager at the Mirage by Doug Dalton sometime after I started playing there. When the Bellagio poker room opened, Doug Dalton became the cardroom manager and the Director of Poker Operations for both the Mirage and the Bellagio. As far as I know, Doug continues to hold that post.

Of course, you know exactly who Chip Reese and David Sklansky are.

At the same time, the Texas Mafia was headed up by Benny Binion operating the Horseshoe Club in downtown Las Vegas. All the Texas card cheats worked for Benny, who was convicted of murder in Texas. Got that? The legendary Benny Binion was a convicted murderer and the head of the Texas Mafia poker operation in Las Vegas.

Among the card cheats working for Benny Binion was the legendary Doyle Brunson, whose picture I saw plastered on a billboard on the Las Vegas Strip Sunday night while I was out for a walk and some fresh air. I think it is safe to say that most of the other Texas poker players closely associated with Benny Binion were also part of the Texas Mafia, but I am only prepared to state that Doyle Brunson worked as a card cheat for Benny at this time.

Now we have the cases of Steve Wynn and Bobby Baldwin. I will tell you what I know about Steve and Bobby, which is not much at this time. Steve Wynn is mobbed up, or "connected" as we say in Las Vegas. Steve Wynn has publicly stated that you have to be "connected" to get anything done in Las Vegas. Scotland Yard has an extensive dossier on Steve Wynn. This dossier flatly states that Steve Wynn is a known Mob Associate. Use some common sense. At one time, Steve Wynn was a floorman at the Golden Nugget, and he was undoubtedly mobbed up at that time. Suddenly, Steve Wynn had enough money to buy the Golden Nugget. Then, Steve Wynn suddenly had hundreds of millions of dollars to invest in major casino development projects. The Mirage, Treasure Island, the Bellagio, and now Wynn Las Vegas. Can there be any possible doubt that Steve Wynn is mobbed up? At this time, I do not know exactly how Steve Wynn is "connected". I do not know if he was part of the Chicago Spilotro operation, or if he has an independent Mob connection.

Finally, we have the case of Bobby Baldwin. I cannot assert for sure that Bobby is mobbed up, but birds of a feather flock together. Word on the street is that Bobby, who was already a famous poker player, was hired at the Golden Nugget and held a series of increasingly responsible management positions at the Golden Nugget because he was Wynn's cocaine dealer. Bobby did real well for himself, and he was soon President, or maybe it was General Manager, of the Golden Nugget.

When the Mirage Poker Room opened, the entire Poker Mafia Operation went there. Steve Wynn owned the place. Bobby Baldwin was President. Eric Drache was cardroom manager. Doug Dalton was cardroom manager at Treasure Island when it opened, and later moved over to the Mirage to replace Eric Drache. The cheating pack in the top section at the Mirage was headed up by Chip Reese and Doyle Brunson, thus representing a merger of the Chicago and Texas Poker Mafias.

Do you see the pattern? When the Mirage opened, the entire Poker Mafia moved from the Golden Nugget to the Mirage. When the Bellagio opened, the entire operation moved to the Bellagio.

Since the days of Tony Spilotro, Lefty Rosenthal, and Mike O'Connor, the exact same people have been running the Las Vegas Poker Mafia, both cardroom management and the cheating pack. I will leave it to your powers of deduction whether Bobby Baldwin, Doug Dalton, Eric Drache, and other cardroom executives got a cut of the money won by the Las Vegas Poker Mafia cheating pack. Simple logic says they were, since they facilitated the operation of the Reese/Brunson cheating pack and provided a safe haven in which the Reese/Brunson cheating pack could operate.

Anyone care to speculate whether this post will result in the Las Vegas Poker Mafia putting out a contract on my life? Fine. Go ahead, Chip and Doyle. If I get my head blown off by a Mafia hitman, you guys will be out of business and in jail. Plus there is the minor detail that your Mafia hitmen are no match for the Angel of Death, into whom I can transform at a moment's notice. You should really fire all your hitmen and hire me. I am more efficient. I always get the job done. And my rates are cheaper.

In case you missed it, I am a Kundalini Yoga Master and can transform myself into any number of mythological characters. One of these is the Angel of Death --

When I transform myself into the Angel of Death, this is what I do.

I put on black Levis and a black Nike sweatshirt. Then I put on full body armor. Then I put on a heavy leather black jacket. Then I put on my black London Fog trenchcoat. Naturally all this bulk makes me look absolutely huge -- like I weigh 500 pounds.

Then I put on a gun belt around my waist on top of my trench coat. On the left side, I put on a Ruger .357 magnum revolver with a 3" barrel. On the right side, I put on a Ruger .357 magnum revolver with 6" barrel.

Then I take a bandolier with quick reload cylinders for both revolvers and loaded magazines for both a .300 Remington Magnum sniper rifle and an M1A .308 semi-automatic combat rifle and sling it over my right shoulder. Then I take another bandolier with 50 rounds of 12-gauge shotgun ammunition and sling it over my left shoulder. This shotgun ammunition is 3" magnum shells each loaded with two ounces of BBs.

Then I take my .300 Remington Magnum sniper rifle and sling it diagonally over my right shoulder with the rifle behind my back, naturally. Then I take my M1A .308 semi-automatic combat rifle and sling in diagonally over my left shoulder. In case you don't know, the M1A is an exact replica of the legendary M-14, which is the rifle I carried and trained with in both Marine Corps boot camp and Marine Corps infantry training.

Then I put on my $200 Bausch and Lomb sunglasses. Then I put on my $300 black Stetson hat. Then I pick up my 12-gauge Winchester Defender with an 18" cylinder bore barrel and a seven-shot magazine extension. Then I load my Winchester Defender with seven rounds of the aforementioned magnum ammunition. Then I chamber a round in the shotgun and take the safety off. Then I walk out into the street. As Carol King says, you can't talk to a man with a shotgun in his hand.

You had better believe that there is no scarier sight on Earth than the sight of Ramashiva transformed into the Angel of Death.

You had better believe that I am now taking maximum security precautions as of making this post. Everywhere I go, I always have two .357 revolvers strapped to my waist, I always have my short-barrelled Winchester Defender 12-gauge shotgun with a seven-shot magazine extension in my hands or right next to me, and I always have my M1A .308 semiautomatic combat rifle within easy reach. Did I mention I always have at least 200 rounds of ammunition for each weapon with me?

Of course, one of your hitmen could always get lucky and catch me off guard. Or not. He better not miss the first shot, because he won't get a second shot. He better not let me see him pulling his weapon, because I will drop him dead in the street before he can get a shot off.

Do you really want to fuck with the Angel of Death??? Think about it. I'll tell you one more thing, Chip and Doyle, which you should consider seriously before sending one of your hitmen after me. If he botches the job, and I survive, I 100% guarantee that Chip Reese and Doyle Brunson will get an unfriendly visit from the Angel of Death shortly thereafter.

Come and get some, you Mafia thugs. Or get smart and get out of town. Ramashiva, the High Priest of the Virgin Mary on Planet Earth, has spoken.

Oh, by the way, Chip and Doyle, I am emailing this post and a link to the same post on my weblog, Ramashiva Rules, to the Las Vegas Sun and a senior reporter at each TV station. Like I said, I am shutting you motherfuckers down. Lay a hand on me, and you will all go to jail or worse.

Ramashiva's Secret Formula

As some of you may have noticed, I have been doing a lot of posting lately, and, in my opinion, my posts have been unusually creative and well-written. Some of you may be thinking --

Where the fuck is all this energy and intensity coming from? What the fuck is he smoking?

The answer will suprise you. Nothing illegal. Most of you know my self-medication of choice is high-quality cannabis, which I call Green Fluff. This stuff in only slightly inferior to "Chronic" at maybe 25% of the price per ounce. However, Las Vegas is always very dry this time of year. I haven't been able to score anything, not even street weed, for over three weeks. My main man usually always has a huge bag of choice buds, but he hasn't been able to get anything at all for three weeks, and his source brings the stuff down directly from Canada and the Pacific Northwest.

Normally, I would be climbing the walls, but not this time. Here is my new secret formula --

Camel Turkish Gold 100s. That's right. The High Priest of the Virgin Mary on Planet Earth smokes Camels. I know this sounds outrageous, but there are several advantages to smoking Camels, even when you have weed --

If you smoke cigarettes, this gives you a convenient excuse if a cop questions all your smoking paraphenalia.

If you are driving down the road smoking a doobie and the red lights go on behind you, just swallow the joint, roll down the windows, and light up a Camel. This helps cover up the odor of Marijuana smoke, both on your breath and in your car.

Nearly full Camel Hardpacks are perfect for carrying two or three joints inconspicuously, while having them readily available at a moment's notice.

If you are selling quarter ounces to other people, which of course I would never do, double bag the reefer and stuff in in an empty Camel hardpack. Much better to be seen handing someone a pack of cigarettes than a baggie with buds.

I have mentioned this before. Do you understand that "CAMEL" has mystical significance? That's right. Write CAMEL forwards and backwards --

CAMEL LEMAC

These two words have occult significance --

Can Adam make Eve love like Eve made Adam come?

Which is, of course, the perennial question of human love/sex relationships.

I have to tell you that, if you are a smoker, I doubt you will find a finer cigarette than Camel Turkish Gold 100s. They are pure Turkish tobacco, no American tobacco whatsoever. The tobacco is not treated with formaldehyde and other chemicals the way American tobacco is. They have a smooth, mellow taste. They are not low tar or low nicotine, just excellent tobacco.

The Las Vegas smoke shops currently sell Camel Turkish Gold 100s for about $30/carton, but I have found a cheaper way to buy them. Check this out --

Most of the Union 76 stations in Las Vegas are owned by Rebel Oil, which has a Rebel Rewards card to encourage purchases in the convenience store, where the gas stations make most of their money. You just get a card from the store, activate it on the internet, and you are good to go. They have a long list of things you can buy to get cheaper gas, such as bottled water, beer, snacks, cigarettes, etc.

If you buy 3 packs of cigarettes, you get $0.133 per gallon off your next gas purchase, up to 15 gallons, or $2. They have one gotcha. They sell Camel Turkish Gold 100s for $3.34/pack if you buy two packs, but the third pack is $3.69. You can avoid this fuck job by just buying four packs, and you get them all for $3.34 each.

When you do that, your Rebel Rewards card gets loaded with a $0.133/gallon credit. So when I gas up and everyone else is paying $2.95/gallon, I pay $2.82/gallon. Warning -- each credit you earn is a one shot deal. If you have credit for a discount for 15 gallons, but only buy 10, your card balance is reset to zero.

So let's see how the math works out, assuming you buy 15 gallons. You pay $3.34 per pack for four packs, for a total of $13.36. But you save $2 on 15 gallons, so your net cost for the cigarettes is $11.36. So your net cost per pack is $11.36/4 = $2.84.

You wind up buying Camel Turkish Gold 100s on a per pack price less than the best carton price available in Las Vegas. I am just full of money saving tips like this.

But Camel Turkish Gold 100s are just part of my secret formula. The second part is Diet Coke with lime. Diet Coke contains caffeine and Nutrasweet. Nutrasweet is a compound which includes Phenylalinine, an amino acid which is a powerful mental stimulant. You want to go easy on Nutrasweet, because it is toxic in large quantities. If the tips of your fingers or toes start tingling or getting numb after a few days of heavy Diet Coke usage, then you are suffering nerve damage and are drinking too much Diet Coke. Moderation in all things.

You can order a Diet Coke with three limes while playing poker, or you can buy Diet Coke and fresh limes in the supermarket and make your own. It is a tasty, stimulating low calorie drink, and the lime juice provides Vitamin C, which helps protect against the harmful effects of smoking tobacco.

Another tasty, extremely nutritious drink you can order in a casino is an extra-spicy Virgin Mary with three limes and three olives. This is practically lunch in a glass. If you are fasting or semi-fasting, you can live on this drink for days.

When you order one of these, you also have the opportunity to regale the cocktail waitress and the other players at the table with your wit --

I realize it is hard to find a virgin in Las Vegas, but do your best.

I like my virgins extra spicy!

Does it suprise you that an extra-spicy Virgin Mary is the favorite drink of the High Priest of the Virgin Mary on Planet Earth?

The last ingredient in my secret formula is Red Bull or another energy drink. Red Bull has caffeine and an assortment of vitamins and amino acids which are mentally stimulative. Red Bull is also quite expensive. $2 for a small 8 ounce can, or $6.99 per four pack in the convenience stores. Of course, if you are in a high class cardroom, you can order Red Bull from the cocktail waitress. At the 2005 WSOP, the cocktail waitresses were walking around with huge trays with nothing but Red Bull and bottled water. It seemed like everyone had a can of Red Bull and a bottle of water in front of them.

I assure you, Camel Turkish Gold 100s, Diet Coke, and Red Bull are a much better combination than the legendary "Reds, Vitamin C, and Cocaine" immortalized by the Grateful Dead.

You can get high as a motherfucker on this combination, and your mental clarity and concentration are definitely increased. And it is all perfectly legal!!!

I just came off a four day run on my secret formula, during which I slept a total of maybe four hours, taken in cat naps of about an hour each. I was amazingly productive and energetic, and I got an unbelievable amount accomplished.

There are two drawbacks. First, tobacco smoking is harmful, no doubt about it. Try to smoke a pack or less a day. Take a nutritional cocktail to minimize the damage to your lungs. Vitamin C and Vitamin E are the most important, but there are other important nutrients which help minimize the damage caused by smoking tobacco. Second, Nutrasweet is also toxic in large quantities. If the tips of your fingers or toes start tingling or get numb, cut down or cut it out.

The high is not as good as fine cannabis, not even close. But you will get high, and you can get as high as you want. Just keep chainsmoking those Camel Turkish Gold 100s, guzzling Diet Coke with lime, and knocking back Red Bulls.

There is also somewhat of an edge to the high, which may make you nervous and jittery. If that happens, cut back. This formula will not interfere with going to sleep. If you feel sleepy or tired, lie down and take a nap.

Enjoy!

third email from ramashiva to razzo

----- Original Message -----
From: "RazzO" <ticorazz@yahoo.com>
To: "William Coleman" <ramashiva@earthlink.net>
Sent: Saturday, August 26, 2006 9:05 PM
Subject: Re: Hi Bill

: Bill,
:
: I'll call you Tuesday or Wednesday to come over and see your house and agree to watch your cats. Is this agreeable?

No, Darryl. It is not agreeable. As I have already posted on RGP, I am done with you. I do not tolerate my friends making agreements to help me, then reneging on the agreement. This is exactly what you have done. I can never ever trust anything you say again.

Furthermore, it is now quite obvious to me that you have continued to be a Chip and Doyle minion while we have supposedly been friends. It is quite obvious to me that you have been working in Doyle's interests and against the interests of Russ and me all this time.

You cannot bullshit me, Darryl. You know that Chip and Doyle have always been card cheats. You also know that Bobby Baldwin and Doug Dalton have been getting a cut of the action for providing Chip and Doyle with a safe, friendly scamming environment.

It's all over, Darryl. You fucked up royally. If you had pulled this stunt any other time, I would have probably let you off with a scolding. You just happened to pull this stunt when I was in the midst of huge hassles with my mother, with Ray Calderon, and with my thieving cousin, Betty White. I was already in a very cranky, pissed off mood when I read your email stiffing me on a promise you had made to me previously.

No explanation whatsoever as to why you couldn't take care of my cats. You just couldn't. Fuck you Darryl. You are on Chip and Doyle's side. Chip and Doyle are now at the top of my list of people to bring down and destroy.

You throw your lot in with these notorious card cheats, and you will be destroyed too. I am not threatening you, Chip, and Doyle. I am telling all three of you that I have had my fill of your bullshit and that the best bet for all three of you would be to pack your bags and take your cheating operation on down the road, far away from Las Vegas.

The final straw was your post where you said that you will believe that Chip and Doyle are cheats when Russ and I present some actual evidence, as opposed to allegations. Please read my post on RGP as to why such evidence is impossible to produce, especially against powerful, well connected cheaters like Chip and Doyle.

If you are at all smart, you will immediately discontinue all attempts to attack Russ and defend Chip and Doyle on RGP. I have now declared war on Chip Reese, Doyle Brunson, Bobby Baldwin, and Doug Dalton. You probably think I have no chance against four such powerful men. If that is what you think, you are 100% wrong. I am tapped into the source of cosmic power infinitely more powerful than puny, insignificant men like Bobby, Doug, Chip, and Doyle.

If you think not, stand the fuck by. I haven't even gotten started on these four totally corrupt cheating overlords of the Poker Mafia. If you have any brains at all, you will get the fuck out of the line of fire. I am going to bring down the Poker Mafia and put them out of business permanently. Just watch me.

William Coleman (ramashiva)

Department of Agitation, Propaganda, and Demagoguery
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IESOUS CHRISTOS THEOU YIOS SOTER (corrupted version)
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-- Jesus Christ

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-- George W. Bush, Liberator of Afghanistan and Iraq

second email from ramashiva to razzo

----- Original Message -----
From: "RazzO" <ticorazz@yahoo.com>
To: "William Coleman" <ramashiva@earthlink.net>
Sent: Friday, August 25, 2006 10:45 PM
Subject: Re: Hi Bill

: Hey Bill,

: I could care less about the Chip and Doyle and Russ stuff.

Bullshit. You are lying. If you don't care at all about Chip and Doyle and Russ, then why have you spent so much time and energy the last five years attacking Russ and defending Doyle? If you expect to be my friend, you need to be completely honest with me. That means telling the truth about Chip and Doyle not just to me, but to all of RGP.

I am tired of all the bullshit and nonsense. We both know that Chip and Doyle are card cheats. They always have been and always will be. It is time for you to make a full confession to RGP and tell them everything you know about Chip and Doyle. It is time for you to tell RGP that, as one of Chip and Doyle's minions, you have devoted the last five years to attacking and discrediting Russ.

: If one of you feel some need to post your e-e-mail to me, go ahead.
: The reason that I initially declined to help you was because I don't want the responsibility with your home and the contents in it.

Who said anything about your being responsible for anything??? All I am asking is for you to come out to my house twice a week and feed and water my cats. If my house gets broken into, you think I am going to blame you??? It is extremely unlikely that anyone would break into my house now. After the first breakin, I put iron bars on all the doors and windows. All the doors have dead bolt locks, and the doors have an iron bar door with an additional lock. Plus, all the neighbors, including the local street gang, are scared to death of me. More than once, I have transformed myself into the Angel of Death and walked up and down the streets of my neighborhood screaming --

"Listen all you dumbass Mexicans and White Trash, this is my neighborhood. You all take orders from me. Nothing goes on in this neighborhood without my approval. There will be no drug dealing or other criminal activity in this neighborhood without my prior approval. If you are dealing drugs, pimping whores, or fencing stolen property, I expect a cut of the action. Is that perfectly clear to all of you? Anyone got anything to say to me? I thought not."

When I transform myself into the Angel of Death, this is what I do.

I put on black Levis and a black Nike sweatshirt. Then I put on full body armor. Then I put on a heavy leather black jacket. Then I put on my black London Fog trenchcoat. Naturally all this bulk makes me look absolutely huge -- like I weigh 500 pounds.

Then I put on a gun belt around my waist on top of my trench coat. On the left side, I put on a Ruger .357 magnum revolver with a 3" barrel. On the right side, I put on a Ruger .357 magnum revolver with 6" barrel. Then I take my .300 Remington Magnum sniper rifle and sling it diagonally over my right shoulder with the rifle behind my back, naturally. Then I take my M1A .308 combat rifle and sling in diagonally over my left shoulder. In case you don't know, the M1A is an exact replica of the legendary M-14, which is the rifle I carried and trained with in both Marine Corps boot camp and Marine Corps infantry training. Then I take a bandolier with quick reload cylinders for both revolvers and loaded magazines for both rifles and sling it over my right shoulder. Then I take another bandolier with 50 rounds of 12-gauge shotgun ammunition and sling it over my left shoulder. This shotgun ammunition is 3" magnum shells each loaded with two ounces of BBs.

Then I put on my $200 Bausch and Lomb sunglasses. Then I put on my $300 black Stetson hat. Then I pick up my 12-gauge Winchester Defender with an 18" cylinder bore barrel and a seven-shot magazine extension. Then I load my Winchester Defender with seven rounds of the aforementioned magnum ammunition. Then I chamber a round in the shotgun and take the safety off. Then I walk out into the street. As Carol King says, you can't talk to a man with a shotgun in his hand.

You had better believe that there is no scarier sight on Earth than the sight of Ramashiva transformed into the Angel of Death.

: Now you tell me you live in a bad neighborhood and have in fact been broken in to.

Yes, I live in a bad neighborhood. But I am the baddest motherfucker in the neighborhood, and all my neighbors know it.

: I also love cats as do you and Russ. I have had many cats as a child and an adult. More than you, I'd bet.

I am not interested in getting into a pissing contest about who has had more cats. I have always had many cats all my life, and I will continue to do so. Do you know why I have so many cats? For the same reason witches and warlocks like to keep cats around. Cats protect against evil spirits, the same way dolphins protect against sharks.

: I am concerned for you and your cats...but, didn't you think your response to my response was over the top and uncalled for?

Not at all. In fact it was quite restrained. If you had told me in person what you told me in your email, I would have put you in the hospital or the morgue.

You do not seem to understand what I have been going through since my father died. First of all, it turns out that this guy Ray Calderon, whom my mother hired to provide 24/7 care to my father, ripped off my dead father after he died. It seems he stole a bottle containing about 100 Percocet tablets. In case you don't know, Percocet is a Class I narcotic and goes for about $5/tablet on the street. I have already confronted Ray about this, telling him that if he stole drugs from my dead father and sold them illegally on the street, I expect 50% of the action. He implicitly admitted that he had in fact stole the Percocet and sold them on the street by agreeing that he owed me $250 and would pay me ASAP.

Ray's story is that when a client dies, he throws all their prescription drugs in the trash. Yeah right, Ray. Then why didn't you throw away the rest of the shelf of prescription drugs he was taking? No doubt you will say you only throw away Class I narcotics. Then why didn't you throw away the bottle of 30-milligram Morphine Sulfate tablets? Must have been because there were only five Morphine tablets, so you figured it wasn't worth your while to steal the Morphine.

Now, yesterday, I finally realized that Ray also stole one of my father's guns. When my mother first hired Ray, I put a .357 magnum revolver and an expensive Italian .25 semi-automatic pistol in a dresser drawer in his bedroom. After he had been caring for my father for a couple of days, I asked him --

"Did you find the handguns I left in your dresser drawer?" His answer was "yes". I then asked him, "Since you are a Viet Nam veteran, I assume you know how to use those weapons?" Again, the answer was yes.

Now, in the aftermath of my father's death, my mother and I have been inventorying all my father's personal property to decide what we want to keep, what we want to sell, and what we want to give away. Do you understand that a man accumulates an incredible amount of detritus in 87 years of life? Just yesterday, after a thorough search of the entire house, I determined conclusively that the Italian .25 semi-automatic pistol is missing.

All my father's guns are now my property. Anyone who steals my property can expect severe consequences. Ray Calderon has an appointment with the Angel of Death.

If this bullshit wasn't enough, one of my airhead cousins named Betty White took it upon herself to steal my grandfather George Coleman's watch. George Coleman gave this watch to my father Paul Coleman, who, in turn promised me several times that the watch would be mine when he died. This is no ordinary watch. It is at least 100 years old with a gold case. It is a large round pocket watch. I have no idea what the watch is worth, but it could easily be worth thousands of dollars as an antique.

Now Betty technically didn't steal the watch, since my mother gave it to her. The only problem is, the watch was not my mother's to give. At the moment of my father's death, the watch became my property. Now, neither my mother nor cousin knew at the time that my father had promised the watch to me. But they certainly know now. Here is what has transpired --

After the funeral, my mother said to Betty --

"Would you like your Grandfather Coleman's watch? I doubt William would be interested in it."

Huh??? What the fuck??? I don't know where my mother ever got that idea, but she has been coming up with a lot of weird shit since my father died.

Naturally, Betty readily accepted my mother's offer. Notice Betty did not bother to ask my mother whether she was sure that I wouldn't be interested in having my grandfather's watch. She then also asked whether she could have a large framed color photograph of a church in North Carolina which my great great great great grandfather Coleman (still named Kuhlmann) founded about 1800.

In other words, my father was barely buried, and my cousin Betty was already picking over my father's possessions like a vulture picking over a carcass. Betty has a history of doing this. She pulled exactly the same stunt 25 years ago when my uncle Ray Coleman died. Uncle Ray was a wealthy man, and had many fine personal possessions. My Uncle Ray was barely buried when she and some of the other Coleman family went to his house in Chester, Illinois. Again, picking over his possessions like vultures picking over a carcass. I had previously gathered this had happened from remarks my father made when he returned from Uncle Ray's funeral. I confirmed the story in detail yesterday when I talked to my cousin Jerry Coleman to ask him to mediate what has now become a major crisis over my grandfather's watch. I asked him if there was any truth to the story that Betty and some of my other Coleman cousins had gone to Uncle Ray's house right after the funeral and divvied up his personal possessions. You know -- Here's a nice cashmere sweater: I'll take that. Here's a nice leather coat; why don't you take that? Jerry confirmed to me that this had indeed happened, because he witnessed it first hand. I asked Jerry if Betty White had participated in this looting of Uncle Ray's personal possessions. He confirmed that she did. I asked Jerry if he had participated in this sacrilege to my Uncle Ray's memory. He told me that no, of course he hadn't, but he witnessed it. I asked him if he found such behavior totally disgusting in the aftermath of the burial of a rich relative. He said, yes, of course he did.

Jerry also told me that he had a similar experience to my experience with our grandfather's watch after Uncle Ray died. Uncle Ray had a very nice four-carat men's diamond ring which he promised to Jerry when he died. But Uncle Ray forgot to put that detail in his will. After Uncle Ray's death, Jerry searched Ray's house, but could not find the diamond ring. He told all the Coleman relatives that had participated in the looting of Uncle Ray's house that the ring had been promised to him, and that whoever took it should return it. No one admitted to taking the ring, but it mysteriously showed up as an anonymous Christmas present the following Christmas. In other words, the Coleman family, of which I am ashamed to be a member, is populated by thieves and vultures.

Now, I didn't even know that my mother had given my grandfather's watch to Betty until about a week ago. In other words, for three weeks, my mother never even bothered to mention to me that she had given the watch to Betty. I had noticed that the watch was missing from its display case, but just assumed it had been put away for safekeeping.

About nine days ago, my mother brought out a steel lock box with some of my father's personal possessions in order to inventory them. I discovered that my father was somewhat of a coin collector and had a stash of silver coins. The box also included two Pierre Cardin watches with gold bracelets and a large diamond on the face of each. These watches reminded me of my grandfather's watch, so I asked my mother where was my grandfather's watch. She replied that she had given the watch to Betty, because she didn't think I had any interest in it. Naturally, I went ballistic, and my mother and I had a three day knock down drag out shouting match, during which she totally infuriated me by refusing to give me Betty's number so I could call her and demand the return of the watch. Eventually, she gave me Betty's phone number and I called Betty.

I informed Betty that the watch was my property and was not my mother's to give away. She told me that she didn't have the watch -- that she had given the watch to Kenneth Pribble, who is Betty's brother and also my first cousin.

I informed her that Kenneth was in possession of stolen property and that I demanded that he return it immediately. She laughed at the idea that the watch was stolen property, so I explained this to her --

At the moment of my father's death, the watch became my property. This property was taken without the knowledge, permission, or approval of the owner of the property. That is the definition of stolen property.

I then ORDERED her to tell Kenneth to take the watch down to a Federal Express office the next day and ship it to my Las Vegas address insured for $5000. She said she would do so.

After three days or so, the watch hadn't shown up, so my mother called Betty and asked whether Kenneth had shipped me the watch. Betty said he hadn't had a chance to do so, but that she would make sure Kenneth sent the watch right away. Betty also said that Kenneth would mail the watch, not Fedex it, and that he would send it to my mother's Boulder City address, not my Las Vegas address. So for the next few days, my mother and I waited around at her house in Boulder City for the mail to come, because we figured we would have to sign for the watch. After a week, still no watch. So, two days ago, I called Betty again and asked her what the fuck was going on. She told me Kenneth still hadn't had a chance to mail the watch, but she would make sure he did so right away. I again explained to her that Kenneth was in possession of stolen property, and he didn't get to decide to mail it instead of Fedex it, and that he didn't get to decide to send it to my mother's Boulder City address rather than my Las Vegas address.

Then, yesterday morning, I got a phone call from a woman I didn't even know existed. I answered the phone and a woman's voice asked in an imperious tone -- "Is this William Coleman?"

I answered, "Yes it is. Who the fuck is this?"

She responded, "Shut up, you foul-mouthed idiot."

I responded, "Listen, lady, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but NO ONE talks to me like that."

She responded, "I am Betty Jo Ann Pribble. That's who I am."

I responded, "I have never heard of you. Who are you again?"

She responded, "I am the wife of Kenneth Pribble, your cousin."

I responded, "Oh, you mean my cousin Kenneth Pribble, who is in possession of stolen property which is mine, and refuses to return it?"

She responded, "The watch is not stolen property. You are an idiot."

I responded, "Listen, you whore bitch from hell, the watch most certainly is stolen property. The watch was taken without my knowledge, approval, or permission. That makes it stolen property. And I am most certainly not an idiot. I have a 200+ IQ and I can prove it. I have my IQ test scores. I ordered Betty White over a week ago to tell Kenneth to Fedex me the watch insured for $5000. I am still waiting."

She responded, "I want you to stop calling Betty White and harassing her."

I responded, "Huh??? Lady, you do not tell me who I can and cannot call. You are not in any way part of the Coleman family. You are not my blood relative. You are not Betty White's blood relative. Betty and I are first cousins. We are blood relatives. You do not tell me I cannot call my first cousin whenever I want. Got that? Now when are you or Kenneth going to Fedex me the watch insured for $5000?"

She replied, "We are not rich like you are. We can't afford to send it that way."

I replied, "Rich??? What the fuck are you talking about??? I'm not rich. I am broke. I barely make enough money to scrape by. If my mother had not provided me a house to live in rent-free for the past twelve years, I would probably be out on the streets."

At this point, Kenneth Pribble, who had obviously been listening in on another phone, pipes up, "Then get on welfare, you worthless bum."

To which I replied, "Uhh, Kenneth. Who exactly do you think you are talking to? This is your cousin William Coleman. I could stomp you into a grease spot on the ground in about five seconds. You do not talk to men like me in that way. Haven't you learned that yet?"

Kenneth replied, "Listen, you do not have a 200+ IQ. You are an idiot. You try anything like that and I will have Tracey White kick your ass."

I laughed hilariously and said, "Tracey White? That fat ass piece of dog shit? He wouldn't last five seconds with me in a fight. Now Kenneth, you have called me a worthless bum and an idiot. I expect you to retract those remarks immediately and apologize, otherwise you can expect severe consequences. Consequences that not Tracey White nor anyone else will be able to prevent."

And the conversation went downhill from there. You get the idea. Tracey White, as you probably don't know, is Betty's son and Kenneth's nephew. He is 6'4" and weighs about 350. He thinks he is a tough guy. Like I said, he wouldn't last five seconds with me in a fight. Immediately after he threw the first punch, he would be on the ground, either dead, or with multiple skull fractures and other broken bones.

So you see, Darryl, I already have my plate full with hassles. I thought I had the cat situation handled with you. Remember when I first talked to you months ago about this, and I told you I might be making an out of town trip and needed someone to feed and water my cats? I told you I would help you with your computer for free if I could count on you to feed and water my cats while I was out of town. I thought we had an agreement to that effect. I guess not.

: The problem is the responsibility, as I said. Now what?

Now you need to give me a definite answer as to whether you can feed and water my cats. Otherwise, I will have to make arrangements to board them at a cost of $90 per day. And you need to come clean on RGP about Chip and Doyle, and also about Doug Dalton and Bobby Baldwin.

We both know that Doug and Bobby have been letting Chip and Doyle fleece the rich tourists for years, in exchange for a piece of the action. I warned both Doug and Bobby in my first posting of "RAMASHIVA ON DOUG DALTON" that they needed to comply with my request to reinstate my poker playing privileges at the Mirage and the Bellagio, or they would face the wrath of Ramashiva.

Doug and Bobby have not complied. Doug and Bobby will now face the wrath of Ramashiva. You need to pick sides here, Darryl. On one side are Doug Dalton, Bobby Baldwin, Chip Reese, and Doyle Brunson.

On the other side are William Coleman, Russ Georgiev, and anyone else who wants to bring down the corrupt cheating Poker Mafia once and for all. Whose side are you on, Darryl? I like my side. How about you?


William Coleman (ramashiva)

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IESOUS CHRISTOS THEOU YIOS SOTER (corrupted version)
IESOUS CHRISTOS THEOS YIOS SOTERES (true version)

Sell all your possessions, give the money to the poor, and come, follow me.

-- Jesus Christ

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-- George W. Bush, Liberator of Afghanistan and Iraq

first email from ramashiva to razzo

----- Original Message -----
From: "RazzO" ticor...@yahoo.com
To: "William Coleman" ramash...@earthlink.net
Sent: Wednesday, August 23, 2006 4:20 PM

Subject: Hi Bill

: : Hi Bill,

: : I appreciate the fact I am one of few you trust enough to watch your house and care for your cats.

: : However, I cannot do it. I'm sorry.

And exactly why can't you do it, Darryl??? This is total bullshit. I spent nine hours at your house trying to solve your computer problems. The only thing I received in return is a Windows XP installation disk, which may or may not work for me, because the sleeve says that this disk is only for use by Darryl Phillips.

Christ, you would think I am asking for some great sacrifice from you. I merely suggested that you house sit my house, as that would give me the most peace of mind, knowing that my house was not standing empty, vulnerable to burglars. Did I mention that I live in a bad neighborhood, that my house has already been broken into once, after which I installed iron bars?

I clearly suggested that an alternative would be for you to come out twice a week and feed and water the cats. I can leave enough food and water for them to last them three or four days.

So, if I am gone three weeks, you would have to make a total of six trips. We are talking about six hours of your time total. If you don't have a reliable car, I told you that you can use mine.

Listen, Darryl, if you don't do this for me, don't ever expect me to help you in any way or give you any more advice about fasting or anything else.

If you don't do this for me, here is what I will have to do. I have a total of six inside cats. Four are living here with me. Two are living with my mother in Boulder City. The scenario is to put all six cats in my house and leave them food and water for four days.

There is no one else I trust to give a key to my house when I am out of town. If you stiff me on this request, I will have to board all six cats at a cost of $15 per day per cat. That's $90 per day. If I am gone 20 days, that is $1800. That is what it will cost me if you stiff me on this request.

Unfuckingbelieveable that you were Doyle's gofer for years. Listen, Doyle is a card cheat who cannot play. Either Russ or I would slaughter Doyle and Chip in a straight game where Russ and I provided the cards and the dealers. Chip and Doyle have been sitting in the top section at the Mirage and the Bellagio for years, cheating the high rollers out of millions of dollars. We both know this is true, Darryl. Don't bother to deny it. Yet you have been attacking Russ and defending Chip and Doyle for years on RGP. What's up with that?

Chip and Doyle are subhuman scum, and you can quote me on that. But you will kiss Doyle's ass and do anything he wants. You claim to be my friend, yet you cannot assume the responsibility to come to my house twice a week to feed and water my cats???

If that is your final position, then go fuck yourself, Darryl. You are subhuman scum, just like your cheating overlords of the real poker mafia -- Chip and Doyle.

Oh, by the way, can you do one thing for me? You previously told me you knew how to get ahold of Robbie Border. I believe it was his email address. If you know Robbie's email address and/or phone number can you please email me that information or call me and tell me?

Oh, by the way, I reserve the right to publish this email on RGP, and I probably will if I do not get a satisfactory response from you. I put Russ on the CC list just to let him know clearly and unambiguously exactly how I stand vis a vis Razzo, Chip, and Doyle -- in other words, the cheating overlords of the real poker mafia and their asskissing, brownnosing minion. That would be you, Darryl. The asskissing, brownnosing minion.

Ramashiva, High Priest of the Virgin Mary on Planet Earth


William Coleman (ramashiva)

Department of Agitation, Propaganda, and Demagoguery

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IESOUS CHRISTOS THEOU YIOS SOTER (corrupted version)
IESOUS CHRISTOS THEOS YIOS SOTERES (true version)

Sell all your possessions, give the money to the poor, and come, follow me.

-- Jesus Christ

God told me to smite Al Qaeda, so I smote them. Then God told me to smite Saddam, so I smote him also.

-- George W. Bush, Liberator of Afghanistan and Iraq

ramashiva on windows live messenger

OK. Due to overwhelming popular demand, I am once again making myself available for instant messaging chat, using my old hotmail address -- ramashiva99@hotmail.com.

You need to use Windows Live Messenger or compatible IM software.

If you are in my killfile, don't bother, unless you are posting using the posting identity I prescribed for you. That basically means Paul Popinjay, and no one else.

Regardless of who you are, realize that when you initiate an IM conversation with me, you are invading my private space. I simply will not tolerate any type of insults, flames, or rudeness, such as I am constantly subjected to on RGP. At the first sign of this type of insolent behavior, I will terminate the conversation and report your abuse to Microsoft.

William Coleman (ramashiva)

The lies and bullshit of Francis Lee Turbo, Part 999

OK. As promised, I am going to repost edited versions of my most important RGP posts on Ramashiva Rules. If you would like to comment on this post in a moderated troll-free environment, please post your comments on this weblog. If you would like to join the fray in the completely unmoderated, uncensored environment of usenet, please point a newsreader such as Outlook Express to rec.gambling.poker and look for a post with author = William Coleman and title = OT: The lies and bullshit of Francis Lee Turbo, Part 999.

Or you can use a web interface like Google Groups or recpoker. Here is an edited version of my RGP post --

There are many mendacious hatemongers on RGP, but Francis Lee Turbo outshines them all. I have completely deconstructed literally hundreds of his posts, giving him authoritative links showing he is wrong. He is impervious to my corrections. He continues to spout his lies, even after I have proven to him that he is making false statements.

Mr. Turbo's mind is so clouded by listening to the lies of Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter that he has completely lost contact with reality. Rush Limbaugh's influence is particularly pervasive. If you doubt this, just listen to Rush's show for a few days. You will find that not only is Mr. Turbo parroting exactly what Limpballs says, he uses the exact same phraseology.

I have Mr. Turbo killfiled. I have offered him probation from my killlfile if he agrees to post as "Rush Limbaugh" and to abide by my rules for probationary trolls --

Don't talk back.

Don't argue with me.

Do what I say.

These are perfectly reasonable rules for a lying maggot like Mr. Turbo, but he would rather fly under the radar and spread his lies and bullshit on RGP unchallenged. I will not allow him to do this. I almost never reply to his hateful spew since I offered probation to all my killfile prisoners.

When I see an especially egregious and mendacious post from Mr. Turbo when reading a thread with Google Groups, I have to use recpoker to reply to him with my original RGP posting identity, "ramashiva".

Here is a particularly devastating deconstruction I did of one of Mr. Turbo's recent replies to me. It is the definitive deconstruction by the original Ramashiva of Mr. Turbo's latest mendacious spew --

OK. I am going to break my rule and reply to you, even though you are not posting as "Rush Limbaugh" as requested. I am not going to let you fly under the radar and spread your Nazi lies and bullshit on this newsgroup unchallenged.

If Francis Lee Turbo posts again in this thread, would someone please bump his post, quoting the entire post, so I can reply to it without having to use recpoker?

Further comments interspersed.

On Aug 8 2006 4:18 AM, FL Turbo wrote:

On Tue, 08 Aug 2006 10:02:14 GMT, "William Coleman" wrote:

Ramashiva -- There is no question that Ann Coulter is a pathological liar. Literally hundreds of her lies have been definitively documented. Yet mindless supporters and apologists for the She Wolf of the SS, such as Eric "Treeboy" LIEbeler, claim that Coulter is no more dishonest than other prominent journalists and talking heads, such as Dan Rather and Paul Krugman. This is nonsense. Both Rather and Krugman are at the pinnacle of their profession. They both make every effort to get their facts straight. Of course they don't always succeed. They are only human. When an error is pointed out, they acknowledge and correct the error. Coulter never admits she is wrong about anything.

Turbo -- Dan Rather at the pinnacle?

Not at this precise moment. Until he left the CBS anchor chair, he most certainly was at the pinnacle of his profession. Not only was he the anchor and chief editor of the most prestigeous network TV news department in the world for 26 years, he also held a prestigeous slot on the premier TV news magazine, 60 Minutes.

Turbo -- GMAFB

I have already told you that the only breaks you can ever expect from me are broken legs and a crushed skull.

Turbo -- Rather fell off the pinnacle when he was so anxious to help the Demos defeat Bush that he let Mapes talk him into publishing a bogus document.

Oh bullshit. Are you suggesting that either Rather or Mapes were aware the documents were forgeries? There is absolutely no evidence that this is the case. Rather was off on another story and didn't even see the documents until the day before the 60 Minutes segment aired. Rather relied on his senior producer, Mapes, to authenticate the documents. Rather is one man. He cannot do everything. The most you can accuse Mapes and CBS of is failure to perform due diligence in determining the provenance and authenticity of the documents.

Turbo -- Rather and Mapes still to this day cannot admit their document was a fraud.

That's because the documents have never been proven to be forgeries. I agree it is very likely the documents are forgeries, but that is far from proven, despite Charle's Johnson's flashing alternation between the documents and the computer generated equivalents.

Look, the documents provided to Burkett were already copies of originals. He then xeroxed these copies and destroyed the copies which he received. Then he faxed these copies of copies to CBS, which uploaded these faxes of copies of copies to the CBS website.

Do you understand how many analog to digital and digital to analog conversions were involved in this process? There is simply no way to conclusively authenticate or disauthenticate a fax of a copy of a copy.

Further, suppose someone retyped the originals on a computer to disguise the source of the documents. Would they then not be "fake but accurate"?

That is exactly what happened with the Downing Street Memoranda, you know. They were purposely retyped to avoid any clue as to who supplied the documents to the press. Yet Tony Blair himself has confirmed that the Downing Street Memoranda are authentic.

So, no. The CBS/Rather documents on Bush's TANG service have not conclusively been shown to be forgeries, regardless of what Charles Johnson says.

Turbo -- That fraud has only been eclipsed lately by the photoshopped Reuters photos.

Please do not introduce irrelevant red herrings into the discussion.

Turbo -- Krugman is a formerly respected economist who has degenerated into a laughably partisan hack writer.

That is merely your right-wing opinion. In the real world, Professor Krugman is still one of the most respected economists in the world. In the real world, Krugman still holds the most prestigeous job in journalism -- a regular column on the New York Times Op-Ed page.

Stop thinking that everyone with whom you disagree is an idiot. Professor Krugman is far more intelligent and far better educated than you are or ever will be.

Ramashiva -- Here is a good article from Media Matters, a George Soros operation, which documents some of Coulter's lies --

Turbo -- At least you admit that Media Matters is funded by the Commie George Soros.

Now that's funny. How many billions is Soros worth? Soros is the purest of capitalists, yet you label him a Communist because you disagree with his politics. Are you aware that the Nazis used the exact same tactic of labeling their political opponents Communists? This is one of many reasons why I label you a Nazi.

Turbo -- Ann Coulter is great at shining the light of truth on the Liberal/Leftists.

Oh please. As I have documented in my OP and other posts, Coulter is a pathological liar and hatemonger who is incapable of telling the truth about what liberals say and think.

Turbo -- You can tell by the way they go into a hissy fit when she exposes their little game.

The She Wolf of the SS exposes nothing except her own pathological hatred and dishonesty. Liberals react to Coulter negatively because they do not appreciate her constant lies about liberals. We do not appreciate being labeled traitors, terrorist sycophants, and Godless.

We do not appreciate this twisted Nazi bitch being given network airtime to call for the assassination of the Editor of the New York Times because she doesn't approve of the NYT exposing the illegal, unconstitutional, warrantless wiretapping program.

We do not appreciate the She Wolf of the SS calling for the death of a Supreme Court Justice because she disagrees with a judicial decision.

We do not appreciate her saying her only regret about Timothy McVeigh is that he did not park the Ryder Truck in front of the NYT building.

First of all, she is openly saying she would approve of a terrorist act which would result in the deaths of hundreds of NYT employees.

Second of all, she is saying her ONLY regret about McVeigh is where he parked the Ryder truck. In other words, she has no regrets at all that over 100 employees of the federal government were killed by the Oklahoma City bombing.

These are the reasons why liberals are upset with Ann Coulter.

Ramashiva

William Coleman (ramashiva)

Resurrection of Ramashiva Rules

OK. I am going to resurrect my dormant blog, Ramashiva Rules --

http://www.ramashivarules.blogspot.com/

I set up this blog over a year ago with the intention of making all my RGP (rec.gambling.poker, a usenet newsgroup accessible with a newsreader such as Outlook Express or a web interface like www.recpoker.com) thread-starting posts blog entries. My intention was just to provide a teaser and a link to the blog entry.

At Ramashiva Rules, we can have a reasonable discussion without being interrupted by trolls. I have complete moderation control over comments. You must register with Blogger to even post comments. If you post abusive, insulting comments, I will simply not let them be published. And I will report your abuse to Blogger. If Blogger bans you, you will not be able to make comments on any Blogger blog. Not only that, you will not be able to set up blogs using Blogger.

Before clicking the link to Ramashiva Rules, please turn off Ad Blocking and set your monitor's resolution to 1152x864 or higher.

When you turn off Ad Blocking, you will see banner ads at the top and Amazon recommended book links down the right side. I would be very grateful if you click on these links whenever you wish to purchase a recommended book. I would also be very grateful if you click on the banners at the top if you wish to patronize the banner's sponsor.

Right now, there are three banners --

Amazon.com

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Please click on the Amazon banner whenever you wish to make any purchase at Amazon, not just books. I will receive a 5% affiliate commission for all purchases you make after clicking on the banner.

I am only going to provide banners for internet poker rooms which do not offer rakeback through affiliates. I am not going to insult your intelligence by providing banners for internet poker rooms which do offer rakeback through affiliates. In other words, you will only see banners for poker rooms for which no rakeback is available. So, if you want to help me, you can do so by signing up with an internet poker room by clicking on one of my affiliate banners.

Currently I have two banners -- Party Poker and Poker Room. I have played a lot at these two poker rooms, and I recommend them without reservation. The only poker room banner I am planning to add is Paradise Poker, where I played exclusively for about two years starting in 2000. Needless to say, I also recommend Paradise Poker.

I am not saying these are the best poker rooms on the internet, but they are all excellent. The best poker rooms, in my opinion, are Poker Stars and Full Tilt Poker. Of course, Poker Stars has no affiliate program, and Full Tilt Poker offers 27% rakeback through affiliates.

OK. Enough of the commercial spam. Let me tell you what I have in mind for my blog posts. Every thread-starting post on RGP will also have a blog entry on Ramashiva Rules. The blog entry will be an edited version of my RGP post. I have to edit, because Blogger will not allow me to quote full articles, as is my practice on RGP.

Also, every significant post I make on RGP which does not start a new thread will appear in an edited version on Ramashiva Rules. Don't expect me to get involved in many debates and flame wars the way I do now. If you want to discuss one of my posts on RGP, please go to the corresponding webpage on Ramashiva Rules. As I have indicated, I have full moderation capability on my blog. If you are nasty, insulting, or just trolling, please do not expect your comment to see the light of day. Please expect that I will report your abuse to Blogger.

Besides providing a running mirror of my RGP posting, I also plan to republish my entire posting history on RGP, at least the most significant posts. These will all be flagged as Ramashiva RGP History, Part XXX. One reason I am doing this is that many new RGP readers have no knowledge of my posting history, and they think I never post about poker. They are wrong.

So come on over and join the fun. I promise you that you will not be molested by trolls. And please help me out by clicking on the affiliate banners and book links, when appropriate.


William Coleman (ramashiva)