This response sent immediately to Mr. David Stephens, Insurance Department, Citrus County School Board, 1007 W. Main St., Inverness, FL 34450. (See self-pre-note following).
Self pre-note: Jan. 6, 2011-written same day Stevens sent “Stay off Property” notice (whatever it’s called) via Det. Santiago.
Sent e-mail to Detective Santiago first. (at Det. Santaiago's request). Det. Santiago said he would deliver it in person.
Thurs., Fri-, Jan. 6-7, no delivery by Det. S. per my inquiry (twice). Jan. 10-14-Det. S., per my e-mail inquiry again (on Jan. 11) is now “out of town on a conference.” See e-mail. Supposedly this is to be delivered now on Jan. 18. Today is Jan. 18. (We’ll see.) Let Stephens make another dumb move. Grab portfolio and speed to the Chronicle to break this whole thing wide open in the media. Also: Make trip to Tampa -- “Eight on Your Side News Media” for potential acceptance and investigation.
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Mr. Stephens:
Who are you? I certainly don’t know, but I would hasten to suggest to you to kindly make a beeline to your nearest psychiatrist. You need help. Take it from a senior citizen, who, just judging from your mug shot on the county’s website, is half my age – okay, maybe three-quarters. In my 30 years in the school system and my 5 years in retirement, I never heard of you. Are you experienced in administration? If so, where were you hiding all these years? Where are all the splashes (or ripples) you made in the waters? If you’re new to the system, did your Tajmahal superiors get your résumé from out of state someplace?
Here are the facts:
I know no one at your Tajmahal, except Mark Klauder, who has not seen or communicated with me since my retirement day, May 30, 2005 at IMS. Although I have seen her once or twice over the past 3 decades, I also do not even know your Superintendent. Nor do I have any animosity toward anyone at the Tajmahal (or School Board members, although I have heard that one or two of them are totally useless, but that’s hearsay and therefore a mute point). So, what infantile camouflage-excuse do you have for fearing me to get a gun and shoot up your place?
1-I don’t have a gun (never did).
2-Don’t have the money to buy a gun (I can find other ways to waste money);
3-If I did have one or would buy one, I would have to learn which end to put the bullets in, which, comparable to the idiot in the Panhandle, wouldn’t make me much of a shooter even a few feet away.
4-What would I achieve by doing it? Two things only: bringing disgrace to my family, especially my son fighting the ludicrous war in Iraq, and serving time in jail in my “golden” senior years (disregarding the fact that your department has taken whatever miniscule gloss was on the gold).
5-I have been leaving many items over many years at your Tajmahal’s (both old and new) front door. All of a sudden, as I was informed by Det. Santiago, the envelope (in its newspaper wrapper as usual) was “blown away in the bushes”? Really, now. Gee, that was a terribly long way to travel via no wind on the day I left it there and checked to see that someone took both the wrapper and the CD (for Mr. Kennedy) inside two hours later on my return trip that day from C. River.
6-You and Mrs. What’s-her-Face (Baines? Haines?) have a serious problem in accepting/responding IN WRITING to legitimate queries and/or having facts slammed onto your table. Why? Do you find anything wrong, therefore, if I accuse you of a blatant lack of transparency and/or hiding under the table? Would you agree that for you people in the American Taliban Business World, you wallow in delight in turning the other way, ignoring such things, hoping that the writer/inquirer/complainant will go a
way – as did your predecessor, Snake Murphy, when he blatantly refused to forward me my Sick-Leave-Bank money until (via his own agenda-well-kept-secret-insert-clause): “Employees don’t receive any Sick-Leave-Bank money until they return to work” – which for me was going to be a projected 6 months, (due to my severe morbid pancreatitis situation) forcing me at the time to go over his head and write a lengthy factual epistle to the then-superintendent, joined with massive documentation from doctors and medical institutions – and only then did I begin getting some paychecks. Would you not admit that you, like Snake Murphy at the time, neither cared about me, my family, or children ? Five months later, your financial gurus at your darling Tajmahal sent me a notice that I was over-paid $600 and would have to send the money back. Isn’t it a comedic situation that you alleged financial wizards can spot an over-payment to one individual employee, but failed to spot a 7-million-dollar-missing fund a few years ago?
The only thing I ever got from you was an invitation (via Mrs. Powers) to go over there and sit in your office and listen to all kinds of explanatory gobbledygook about how insurance companies operate.) You and Haines, Inc. refused to forward me any written documentation and/or explicit, detailed written responses to my legitimate queries. To this day, it remains as such – and with no apology or any effort via any insurance department personnel to apply balm to the open sores. You seemingly enjoy(ed) standing by watching the flames roar, and lately, somehow, some way were duped into thinking that a fallacious strategy of sprinkling some gas on the flame would extinguish it. (Please review opening paragraph).
Before I forget it: Are there any letters/faxes/epistles you need for documentation because I would be more than happy to forward anything you need regarding any communiqués I sent via fax, post card, letters, -- anything at all, including the odious Women’s Genesis Center (including my report/complaint letter to DOH in Tallahassee on Genesis.How about my numerous letters to BC/BS. Do you have ‘em all?) Do yourself a favor when you go gambling next time: Bet your bottom dollar that I have them all. You will, I assure you, win the bet. Kindly make sure your fax machine is filled to the brim with paper.
7-Your “Prohibition of Walking on the Grounds” (or whatever it’s called) via Det. Santiago’s delivery, induced a chuckle or two in this household. Bluntly, we found it not only humorous, but quite infantile. It has found its respectful spot for the assigned garbage collector tomorrow since I have no use for it. I have yet, in the past 5 years, with the exception of leaving important items at your Tajmahal’s front door, to set foot on any Citrus County School grounds, including IMS. I have no reason and/or desire to. Additionally, I am proud to say I have never set foot in or at any School Board meeting for 35 years. Why would I want to begin now?
I have, since you folks in the insurance department still cannot be trusted, forwarded the check for the Life Insurance via certified mail with a required return receipt. Hopefully, a tornadic wind won’t come along to blow it out of the mailman’s sack “into the bushes.”
In case you missed the heading at the top of this letterhead, I am…
Wm. J. Kearns
address at top
E-mail: wjk43@earthlink.net (address not given at top. It was originally intended to be printed out on home-personalized-letterhead stationery and sent via USPS. However, Det. Santiago offered to print it out on his own puter and deliver it himself. (Address or not, all Tajmahal gurus have had the address for 35 years.)
Self note: WJK’s Doc.note: Evidently and shockingly enough, no tornadic wind blew it anyplace. The return-receipt was received the next day (without any individual’s signature, but with an impersonalized stamp, “Citrus County School Board Mailing Department.” I guess no one in the Tajmahal’s mailing department wants to take any individual responsibility for signing certified mailings. Delightful.
