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samsloan
Feb 20, 2012, 3:06:26 PM2/20/12
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Remember, we are still talking about Peyton Place here, in spite of
the digression about high school football. Mrs. Margaret Armstrong,
the High School Dean of Girls, would go around the school checking out
the tummies of the girls and sometimes even putting her hands on the
tummies of the girls (which the girls would complain about). If Mrs.
Armstrong ever caught a girl who was pregnant, that girl was
immediately expelled from the school.
And, so, the girl of my dreams was kicked out of high school.
Now we get to the good part.
One would never have imagined how, years later, this would become
important.
Many people developed exaggerated notions of my family's wealth. This
was because my father, Leroy B. Sloan, a tax lawyer and an auditor for
the Internal Revenue Service, would tell his friends that we were
related in some way to Alfred P. Sloan, the billionaire founder of
General Motors Corporation, who established the Sloan-Kettering Cancer
Institute and several other charities bearing the Sloan name.
The truth is that we probably are distantly related to that Sloan from
back in Ireland, but we have no connection to any of his wealth.
Nevertheless, my father used to say that his father had left a trust
account with around $50 million accumulated in it, but that account
was frozen in trust until my father's death, at which time it would be
distributed to this heirs.
None of this was true. The real truth was that my father's father died
a pauper in an old folks home. The Sloan Family did not even have
enough money to bury him, so my mother paid for his burial.
Nevertheless, because my father had often spoke about this supposed
$50 million, when my father died on January 19, 1986, the vultures
moved in to try to grab it.
One of those vultures was the law firm of Pendleton and Gamble in
Amherst Virginia. They contacted me only three days after my father's
death, asking me where the money was so that they could get it.
I told them that the money was purely imaginary, one of the crazy
stories that my father made up. There was no money.
They apparently did not believe me, because only a few days later they
filed the first suit against my mother and me. This was the first shot
of massive litigation that continues to this day, all over imaginary
money that never existed.
I cannot even count the number of court cases that have been filed
over this imaginary $50 million, but together they constitute the
biggest file folder in the 200-year history of the Lynchburg Circuit
Court. You are welcome to go down to the clerk's office and look up
this file, if you doubt this.
Since I was appointed administrator of my father's estate, they
decided that I had the $50 million and was hiding it.
I am sure that my brother Creighton knew that the money was imaginary
and did not exist, but somehow he was always able to hire attorneys to
file cases against my mother and me. I suspect that the attorneys he
hired thought that there was real money to be had somewhere.
Remember that girl who got pregnant and, as a result, was expelled
from my high school class? Her father was an attorney and my brother
also hired him to file court cases against me and my mother.
By that time, I had become a world traveler and I had children from
several countries of the world. Since the attorneys could not get any
money out of me, they started going after my children, who were of
course heirs to my supposed (but in reality non-existent) $50 million.
In order to do this, they kidnapped one of my daughters of her mother
in Pakistan. This kidnapping involved among others my brother
Creighton, his lawyer, and the law firm of Pendleton and Gamble in
Amherst, Virginia.
Also involved in this kidnapping was the Law Firm of Frank G. Davidson
Jr. and III, who had fought many tax court cases against my father
while he was alive.
After my daughter had been kidnapped in the United Arab Emirates and
brought to Amherst County Virginia, they told me that if I came to
Amherst they would give me my daughter back.
This turned out to be a trap. When I came to Amherst, the Sheriff of
Amherst County arrested me.
Soon thereafter, Michael Gamble of the Law Firm of Pendleton and
Gamble that had filed suit against me to get the $50 million that I
and my family supposedly had, got himself appointed as a Circuit Court
Judge. He promptly had all the cases involving the $50 million and my
kidnapped daughter assigned to himself. Every other judge in the
Lynchburg Area disqualified themselves from these cases.
So, now “Judge” Gamble was presiding over the same court case that his
law firm had filed.
Since this was obviously a violation of several of the canons of legal
and judicial ethics, this group of lawyers decided that they might as
well violate all of them.
I was dragged out of my prison cell and dragged to the Courtroom of
Judge Michael Gamble in chains. There in the courtroom was the father
of the very girl who had been kicked out of my high school class
because she had gotten pregnant with an illegitimate child.
Remember that we are still talking about Peyton Place here.
This case before the court was my brother's suit to sell our family
home. My brother had kidnapped my mother and had her locked up in
South Carolina. Now, he wanted the family home at 917 Old Trent's
Ferry Road sold, not to get the money, but to make sure that my mother
could not escape from confinement in South Carolina and get back to
her own home in Lynchburg.
Judge Gamble, the lawyer who had filed the court case to get the $50
million from my father's estate, was now the judge on the case and he
had appointed Frank G. Davidson III, the lawyer of the people whom had
kidnapped my daughter from the United Arab Emirates, as the lawyer for
my mother who was locked up in South Carolina.
So, all three lawyers in the courtroom including the judge were in
conflicted situations. I was there in chains. I protested these
conflicts of interest and, as a result, Judge Gamble held me in
contempt of court, although there was nothing he could do more to me
as I was already in jail.
Now, suddenly my usually quick wit failed me. I had a way to save my
mother's house that might have led to me getting my mother out of
confinement and might even have gotten my daughter back. Had them all
by the balls, if only I had thought of it and realized it at the
moment.
This is because I had dated that girl who had been kicked out of our
high school class and who had given birth to an illegitimate child.
She was also the daughter of the lawyer opposing me in the courtroom.
All I had to do was demand that he be disqualified from the case
because I was the real father of his granddaughter.
All I had to say was “Judge Gamble, I demand that this lawyer be
disqualified from this case, because I dated his daughter, I knocked
her up, she gave birth to a child and now I am the real father of his
granddaughter. He wants revenge from me for knocking up his daughter.”
If I had said that, I think that the lawyer would have had to
disqualify himself from the case or, failing that, Judge Gamble would
have had to remove him. My mother's house would have been saved.
Creighton would never have been able to hire another lawyer to take
this case.
The truth is that I really did date his daughter. However, I did not
knock up his daughter. I am not the real father of his granddaughter.
His daughter had told me that she hated her father. So, he possibly
did not realize that I had dated his daughter and thus that I could
possibly be the father of his illegitimate granddaughter.
In all cases of illegitimate birth, there is almost always doubt as to
whom the real father it. I am sure that if you ask the girl today (she
is still around) she will admit that I did date her but she will
state, truthfully, that I am not the father of her daughter. However,
since I did date her (she is one of the very few Lynchburg girls that
I ever dated), the rest of the world can never be 100% sure that I am
not the real father.
The only person who knows for sure who the real father is is the girl
herself and the only other person who knows for sure that I am not the
real father is me.
What makes me really mad at myself is: I have traveled to 78 countries
of the world and I have had intercourse with at least one woman in
about half of those countries. I have eight children that I know of
for sure. All of their mothers are from other countries. So, I have
been leaving behind untold numbers of children all over the world.
But now I realize that there was no need to depart from the supposedly
pristine pure girls of Lynchburg. I now know that almost without doubt
I could have slept with his daughter and I could have become the
father of her child. Then, my brother would not have been able to hire
him to file a court case against me and my mother's house would have
been saved thirty years later.
“Why did I not do it?”, you may ask.
The reason was back then I was “scared of girls” as they say. I did
not know how easy it was just to ask a girl for a roll in the hay, and
she would immediately agree. I just could not build up the courage to
approach a girl in that way. So I started going to far away places
where the only problem was to fight them off and to pick which ever
one I wanted.
If I could live my life over again, I would have slept with that girl
or, failing that, I would have told Judge Michael Gamble that I was
the real father of her daughter and thereby of the opposing lawyer's
granddaughter and thereby I would have saved my mother's estate.
Sam Sloan
San Rafael California
February 20, 2012
To Be Continued at
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/product.aspx?ISBN=4871876160
http://www.amazon.com/dp/4871876160
the digression about high school football. Mrs. Margaret Armstrong,
the High School Dean of Girls, would go around the school checking out
the tummies of the girls and sometimes even putting her hands on the
tummies of the girls (which the girls would complain about). If Mrs.
Armstrong ever caught a girl who was pregnant, that girl was
immediately expelled from the school.
And, so, the girl of my dreams was kicked out of high school.
Now we get to the good part.
One would never have imagined how, years later, this would become
important.
Many people developed exaggerated notions of my family's wealth. This
was because my father, Leroy B. Sloan, a tax lawyer and an auditor for
the Internal Revenue Service, would tell his friends that we were
related in some way to Alfred P. Sloan, the billionaire founder of
General Motors Corporation, who established the Sloan-Kettering Cancer
Institute and several other charities bearing the Sloan name.
The truth is that we probably are distantly related to that Sloan from
back in Ireland, but we have no connection to any of his wealth.
Nevertheless, my father used to say that his father had left a trust
account with around $50 million accumulated in it, but that account
was frozen in trust until my father's death, at which time it would be
distributed to this heirs.
None of this was true. The real truth was that my father's father died
a pauper in an old folks home. The Sloan Family did not even have
enough money to bury him, so my mother paid for his burial.
Nevertheless, because my father had often spoke about this supposed
$50 million, when my father died on January 19, 1986, the vultures
moved in to try to grab it.
One of those vultures was the law firm of Pendleton and Gamble in
Amherst Virginia. They contacted me only three days after my father's
death, asking me where the money was so that they could get it.
I told them that the money was purely imaginary, one of the crazy
stories that my father made up. There was no money.
They apparently did not believe me, because only a few days later they
filed the first suit against my mother and me. This was the first shot
of massive litigation that continues to this day, all over imaginary
money that never existed.
I cannot even count the number of court cases that have been filed
over this imaginary $50 million, but together they constitute the
biggest file folder in the 200-year history of the Lynchburg Circuit
Court. You are welcome to go down to the clerk's office and look up
this file, if you doubt this.
Since I was appointed administrator of my father's estate, they
decided that I had the $50 million and was hiding it.
I am sure that my brother Creighton knew that the money was imaginary
and did not exist, but somehow he was always able to hire attorneys to
file cases against my mother and me. I suspect that the attorneys he
hired thought that there was real money to be had somewhere.
Remember that girl who got pregnant and, as a result, was expelled
from my high school class? Her father was an attorney and my brother
also hired him to file court cases against me and my mother.
By that time, I had become a world traveler and I had children from
several countries of the world. Since the attorneys could not get any
money out of me, they started going after my children, who were of
course heirs to my supposed (but in reality non-existent) $50 million.
In order to do this, they kidnapped one of my daughters of her mother
in Pakistan. This kidnapping involved among others my brother
Creighton, his lawyer, and the law firm of Pendleton and Gamble in
Amherst, Virginia.
Also involved in this kidnapping was the Law Firm of Frank G. Davidson
Jr. and III, who had fought many tax court cases against my father
while he was alive.
After my daughter had been kidnapped in the United Arab Emirates and
brought to Amherst County Virginia, they told me that if I came to
Amherst they would give me my daughter back.
This turned out to be a trap. When I came to Amherst, the Sheriff of
Amherst County arrested me.
Soon thereafter, Michael Gamble of the Law Firm of Pendleton and
Gamble that had filed suit against me to get the $50 million that I
and my family supposedly had, got himself appointed as a Circuit Court
Judge. He promptly had all the cases involving the $50 million and my
kidnapped daughter assigned to himself. Every other judge in the
Lynchburg Area disqualified themselves from these cases.
So, now “Judge” Gamble was presiding over the same court case that his
law firm had filed.
Since this was obviously a violation of several of the canons of legal
and judicial ethics, this group of lawyers decided that they might as
well violate all of them.
I was dragged out of my prison cell and dragged to the Courtroom of
Judge Michael Gamble in chains. There in the courtroom was the father
of the very girl who had been kicked out of my high school class
because she had gotten pregnant with an illegitimate child.
Remember that we are still talking about Peyton Place here.
This case before the court was my brother's suit to sell our family
home. My brother had kidnapped my mother and had her locked up in
South Carolina. Now, he wanted the family home at 917 Old Trent's
Ferry Road sold, not to get the money, but to make sure that my mother
could not escape from confinement in South Carolina and get back to
her own home in Lynchburg.
Judge Gamble, the lawyer who had filed the court case to get the $50
million from my father's estate, was now the judge on the case and he
had appointed Frank G. Davidson III, the lawyer of the people whom had
kidnapped my daughter from the United Arab Emirates, as the lawyer for
my mother who was locked up in South Carolina.
So, all three lawyers in the courtroom including the judge were in
conflicted situations. I was there in chains. I protested these
conflicts of interest and, as a result, Judge Gamble held me in
contempt of court, although there was nothing he could do more to me
as I was already in jail.
Now, suddenly my usually quick wit failed me. I had a way to save my
mother's house that might have led to me getting my mother out of
confinement and might even have gotten my daughter back. Had them all
by the balls, if only I had thought of it and realized it at the
moment.
This is because I had dated that girl who had been kicked out of our
high school class and who had given birth to an illegitimate child.
She was also the daughter of the lawyer opposing me in the courtroom.
All I had to do was demand that he be disqualified from the case
because I was the real father of his granddaughter.
All I had to say was “Judge Gamble, I demand that this lawyer be
disqualified from this case, because I dated his daughter, I knocked
her up, she gave birth to a child and now I am the real father of his
granddaughter. He wants revenge from me for knocking up his daughter.”
If I had said that, I think that the lawyer would have had to
disqualify himself from the case or, failing that, Judge Gamble would
have had to remove him. My mother's house would have been saved.
Creighton would never have been able to hire another lawyer to take
this case.
The truth is that I really did date his daughter. However, I did not
knock up his daughter. I am not the real father of his granddaughter.
His daughter had told me that she hated her father. So, he possibly
did not realize that I had dated his daughter and thus that I could
possibly be the father of his illegitimate granddaughter.
In all cases of illegitimate birth, there is almost always doubt as to
whom the real father it. I am sure that if you ask the girl today (she
is still around) she will admit that I did date her but she will
state, truthfully, that I am not the father of her daughter. However,
since I did date her (she is one of the very few Lynchburg girls that
I ever dated), the rest of the world can never be 100% sure that I am
not the real father.
The only person who knows for sure who the real father is is the girl
herself and the only other person who knows for sure that I am not the
real father is me.
What makes me really mad at myself is: I have traveled to 78 countries
of the world and I have had intercourse with at least one woman in
about half of those countries. I have eight children that I know of
for sure. All of their mothers are from other countries. So, I have
been leaving behind untold numbers of children all over the world.
But now I realize that there was no need to depart from the supposedly
pristine pure girls of Lynchburg. I now know that almost without doubt
I could have slept with his daughter and I could have become the
father of her child. Then, my brother would not have been able to hire
him to file a court case against me and my mother's house would have
been saved thirty years later.
“Why did I not do it?”, you may ask.
The reason was back then I was “scared of girls” as they say. I did
not know how easy it was just to ask a girl for a roll in the hay, and
she would immediately agree. I just could not build up the courage to
approach a girl in that way. So I started going to far away places
where the only problem was to fight them off and to pick which ever
one I wanted.
If I could live my life over again, I would have slept with that girl
or, failing that, I would have told Judge Michael Gamble that I was
the real father of her daughter and thereby of the opposing lawyer's
granddaughter and thereby I would have saved my mother's estate.
Sam Sloan
San Rafael California
February 20, 2012
To Be Continued at
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/product.aspx?ISBN=4871876160
http://www.amazon.com/dp/4871876160
None
Feb 20, 2012, 4:51:22 PM2/20/12
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On Feb 20, 3:06 pm, samsloan <samhsl...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Many people developed exaggerated notions of my family's wealth. This
> was because my father, Leroy B. Sloan, a tax lawyer and an auditor for
> the Internal Revenue Service, would tell his friends that we were
> related in some way to Alfred P. Sloan, the billionaire founder of
> General Motors Corporation, who established the Sloan-Kettering Cancer
> Institute and several other charities bearing the Sloan name.
You sure he said Alfred P. Sloan and not Alfred E. Neuman?
> Many people developed exaggerated notions of my family's wealth. This
> was because my father, Leroy B. Sloan, a tax lawyer and an auditor for
> the Internal Revenue Service, would tell his friends that we were
> related in some way to Alfred P. Sloan, the billionaire founder of
> General Motors Corporation, who established the Sloan-Kettering Cancer
> Institute and several other charities bearing the Sloan name.
> The truth is that we probably are distantly related to that Sloan from
> back in Ireland, but we have no connection to any of his wealth.
>
> Nevertheless, my father used to say that his father had left a trust
> account with around $50 million accumulated in it, but that account
> was frozen in trust until my father's death, at which time it would be
> distributed to this heirs.
the Alfred P. Sloan Estate Trust?
samsloan
Feb 20, 2012, 5:01:29 PM2/20/12
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that money right now!!
You get a cut, of course!
None
Feb 20, 2012, 5:56:40 PM2/20/12
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On Feb 20, 5:01 pm, samsloan <samhsl...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> Hey. Great! Thank you for letting me know! I will go in and collect
> that money right now!!
>
> You get a cut, of course!
Of course
>
> Hey. Great! Thank you for letting me know! I will go in and collect
> that money right now!!
>
> You get a cut, of course!
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