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.
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.
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