So, about my father, Ralph Edward Lester, retired St. Louis County, MN Deputy Sheriff, living in Meadowlands, MN, he lies about having stuff of mine because he thinks that he will make a lot of money selling my "Frankie Say Relax" t-shirt from the early 80's, or anything that he has stolen from me.
I had a garbage bag full of clothes in his barn, and when I went to get them, he tells me, "Varmints got in them, so they are gone!" So, I decide to go up into his attic, and he threw a fit! He said, "You can't go up there! You had your chance to take what you wanted!" So I get back home and e-mail my nephew, and sure enough, he got my clothes from the barn and brought them all up into his attic.
Now my mother told me that when they were going through a divorce, she was seeing his partner (I think his name was Nick something, but I am not 100% positive about that) when he was a deputy sheriff in Tower, MN. He told my mother that they would wait till people were out of town and break into their tool sheds and/or garages and steal shit. Then they would bring all of their ill-gotten goods to his house and hide them all in an old bus that he had or something.
Talk about a scam! They do the stealing, and who do the people call to report the thefts? That's right, my "father" and his partner!
So, anyone living in the Tower/Soudan, MN from the late 60's to the early 70's who had items stolen from their tool sheds or garages and never saw the items again, why not go pay Ralph Lester a visit? Have him show you around his pole-barn and attic. You might find what you lost about 40 years ago.
He is, by far, the most embarrassing relative of mine. I find it hard to believe that someone like me (2 college degrees, highest honors, great father, etc...), actually came from his sociopath infested sperm.
I am sure that there may be a few out there, but I have yet to meet a cop who wasn't dirty. They become police officers for 2 reasons only: To serve and protect people, or for the power that they are given that they decide to abuse only to serve and protect themselves.
I had a garbage bag full of clothes in his barn, and when I went to get them, he tells me, "Varmints got in them, so they are gone!" So, I decide to go up into his attic, and he threw a fit! He said, "You can't go up there! You had your chance to take what you wanted!" So I get back home and e-mail my nephew, and sure enough, he got my clothes from the barn and brought them all up into his attic.
Now my mother told me that when they were going through a divorce, she was seeing his partner (I think his name was Nick something, but I am not 100% positive about that) when he was a deputy sheriff in Tower, MN. He told my mother that they would wait till people were out of town and break into their tool sheds and/or garages and steal shit. Then they would bring all of their ill-gotten goods to his house and hide them all in an old bus that he had or something.
Talk about a scam! They do the stealing, and who do the people call to report the thefts? That's right, my "father" and his partner!
So, anyone living in the Tower/Soudan, MN from the late 60's to the early 70's who had items stolen from their tool sheds or garages and never saw the items again, why not go pay Ralph Lester a visit? Have him show you around his pole-barn and attic. You might find what you lost about 40 years ago.
He is, by far, the most embarrassing relative of mine. I find it hard to believe that someone like me (2 college degrees, highest honors, great father, etc...), actually came from his sociopath infested sperm.
I am sure that there may be a few out there, but I have yet to meet a cop who wasn't dirty. They become police officers for 2 reasons only: To serve and protect people, or for the power that they are given that they decide to abuse only to serve and protect themselves.
By accusing me of having any involvement whatsoever in the death of my brother, you have really crossed the line. Me take it in the ass? Me suck dick? Nope. Guess again. I speak the truth. You are making up shit. If my father was a decent husband and wasn't fucking any whore that would spread their legs for him, then they wouldn't have gotten divorced, my mother wouldn't have married Dave Hietala, Jeff Hietala never would have been in a garage with a loaded gun, and my brother would still be alive.
ReplyDeleteThere is only one place that I would like to bury a hatchet... DUUUUDDE.
Look, it is obvious that this is my nephew Eric or my sister's current boyfriend (I'm not sure what his name is), saying crap about me. You know who I am, because I have nothing to hide. Drew is too chicken-shit to say who he is. Why not? What difference does it make?
ReplyDeleteOne thing about this Drew character... He seems to have a serious interest or fetish about my ass. I know the type. It is always true. Those who are so confused about their own sexuality and homosexual tendencies tend to direct their confusion and anger toward someone else to create the illusion that they themselves are not gay. They need to take the attention off of them and portray it toward someone else.
Nice try. Elsie and Sam Bonelli, Dave Hietala's mother and stepfather, left a loaded gun in their garage. My father sued them for negligence by leaving the loaded gun out in the garage, and he won. So, the guilty parties are Elsie and Sam Bonelli for leaving a loaded gun out in the garage, and Jeff Hietala for, according to the forensic report, held the .22 caliber rifle level with my brother's head and, by the angle of the shot and the amount of gunpowder on my brother's head, shooting the gun no more than 3 feet away.
It isn't my fault that Jeff Hietala got away with murder. And hey, duuuuude, he told his girlfriend in 86 or 87 that yes, he killed my brother. So, this isn't upsetting me anymore.