Re: Gray if you ever so much as criticize me again I will hurt you

intentionally.

Thanks, Derek. Keep me posted.

– Mike

On 5/7/2011 4:04 PM, Derek Kerl wrote:

Mike, wanted you to know I just read these after we spoke by telephone.

I will check with Will and Dr. Bach to get more info, including his

follow up RN appointment. Will be in touch.

Derek

On May 7, 2011, at 12:05 PM, Mike McCullar <mccullar@stratfor.com>

wrote:

Just when I had my hopes up about the new med. Gray Fuller copied me

this morning on this email exchange with David….

——– Original Message ——–

Subject: Re: Gray if you ever so much as criticize me again I will

hurt you intentionally.

Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 11:25:44 -0400

From: Gray Fuller <graystevensfuller@gmail.com>

To: David McCullar <phantomothopera@aol.com>

CC: Mike McCullar <mccullar@stratfor.com>

David,

I called you earlier today to talk and catch up. I hope you're having

a good day.

We have talked about the fact that inappropriate emails will not be

tolerated. I am copying your dad because we're friends and I want to

be completely transparent about my communications regarding this

email. This is an example of an email that I will not tolerate. Do

not send another one like it, I'm sorry if this truly represents the

way you feel.

Since you have not respected my requests and continue to use

outrageous emails as a means for attention, I want you to know that

the only action I will take upon getting another email like this is to

forward it on to Mike. Making outrageous threats and berating me is

not the right way to get my attention-I cannot be more clear.

Please know that I'm not doing this to get you in trouble and that I

don't expect Mike to punish you - thats not the point. These are

serious threats and my goal in adding Mike to the conversation is to

create an accountable mediator in the form of someone we both love and

trust.

David, you and I are best friends, we always have been and always will

be - I expect that you will not talk to me this way and I will extend

the same courtesy to you. I think we should try to designate a weekly

time to talk for 30 minutes or so, that way we can keep in touch

better. Does that work for you? If so, I was thinking about 6pm

Texas time on Tuesdays.

Let me know and I'll call you then.

Gray Fuller

On May 7, 2011, at 5:39 AM, David McCullar <phantomothopera@aol.com>

wrote:

Gray I hate you. Your ugly ass mother thinks she can boss your dad

and my dad around concurrently and criticize everyone including your

pathetic soulless faggot ass while she has no heart and tried to

offer us sanctimony for losing my mother. Then you told me I

couldn't go to Austin High after I met Jenna Bush there. I have half

a mind to murder you because while you were hiding me in the twins

shadows because I am richer than you Barbara got raped, but your

homoerotic pederast perverted faggot self will throw stones in a

glass house like a son of a bitch when you receive this message

because I am on a pr tyrrade to sabotage your unholy career as the

worst motherfucking operative the White House ever saw while Bush

was in office as governor and president. I will never talk to you

again you stupid motherfucking pussy. Eat shit you faggot. You new

money slave motherfucker die young and see how your kids feel about

it so I can turn the tables on your white trash poor ass and torment

them just like your whore of a mother lawyer bitch did to me because

you owe it to me to be my slave you fucking slave. Don't even cry. I

want to fight you. Don't rationalize shit. I am coming for your

white trash ass and you better run.

>>5618976

—–Original Message—–

From: David McCullar <phantomothopera@aol.com>

To: katrinapeterson33 <katrinapeterson33@yahoo.com>

Sent: Sat, May 7, 2011 12:15 am

Subject: Barbara please don't ignore me lady.

Barb,

Why don't you tell me who you have been with that makes you feel

so much more preternatural of a celebrity because of natural

selection and… of course, because your celebrity which is

obviously preternatural because of natural selection was engineered

by democratic arbitration. You can't rob me of my genetic composite.

You're not going to smoke my pineal gland. Did you know that I am

fucking smart and smarter than Robert Pattinson or whoever you have

been trying to be contemporaries with the white trash hoe Angelina

Jolie making porn with, and easily more charming because I am not a

tween automaton? Did you know that the alkaloid of DMT is actually a

neurotransmitter like LSD 25 and 5-MEODMT, psylocin A + B and all

psychadelic drugs because the definition of psychadelia is a

neurotransmitter that the metabolite itself thereof creates a

kaleidoscopic vision of geometric proportions in the pea and pea or

whatever attachment to the pineal gland there is with light cones OR

rods also depending on genetics, and depending on genetics the

chromosomal filtration of certain neurotransmitters within these

rods or cones which also illustrate in the visual cortex apparently?

Have you been fucking any celebrity studs? You shouldn't have been

because they don't understand you like I do and I am the Powhatan of

the Royal American Family, you said I was cute or whatever, I am

losing weight and I love you more than anyone else in the whole

world but we are both desensitized by rape and jihad and porn so

that we don't lust for eachother as much as we do feel bipolar

sexually for other individuals we can abuse or submit ourselves to?

I am really uncomfortable with you submitting to other men and

uncomfortable with how you abused me. I was so nice to you and you

shouldn't be scared that I want to crucify your rapist because I

killed Osama Bin Ladin as the scapegoat from your dad's childhood

for his and mine bombing the Pentagon and WTC's, believe me… I'm

sure he has mentioned it to you and laughed. I went to treatment

after hiding in your shadows, stalking Ben Curtis because I didn't

like him during love at first site, and demonstrating respect to the

Stewards (Martha's family) while at Casis and living in Pemberton. I

didn't get into Yale from treatment because my dad is not as wealthy

as you are, but I would have gone to Yale if my mom hadn't died or I

had stayed at St. Stephens or god forbid my dad's first boss' bratty

oldest son had "let" me go to Austin High. Gray is such a faggot. I

am going to use him from now on like the son of a bitch he is to

sing and play guitar because that is the only motherfucking thing he

is good at including being a best friend, getting married, being a

family man, and being consoling to me after my mother died. Nancy

Fuller is a ridiculous ugly fat bitch who withdrew from our family

when my mom died and thought she was more important because my

family who is richer than theirs lost our Matriarch who was only a

landowner with a college education at the University of Texas and

not some land shark Byron Fullerton bitch lawyer thus distancing my

best friend from me for life and giving him the impression that he

is in charge. I hate the Fullers. I am in love with you and they

offered me sanctimony for grieving the loss of my mother when I

should have been girding my loins for you like Walker and Jenna at

Austin High. Gray wanted to show me all the punk people at your

school who I could not be friends with because my drummer from St.

Stephens thought he was a faggot too and Gray aspires to be more

fascist like Branden Lee Allen wishes he was more Indian when he

takes mushrooms but doesn't know that they were from India who did

that. Just, stupid motherfucking confused dead people. I would kick

Gray's ass too. I know this is personal and close to home, and I

want you to admire your feminine side and let me sweep you off your

feet without all the intrigue that we got started at so young. I

promise you a happy life with me at Stanford and Johns Hopkins or

MIT if you will just be patient with me and plead OUR case to your

relatives. We were going to get married if we could have been the

judge of that? That was so immature when we decided that because we

knew we couldn't… decide, that. We sure can, but its going to take

a lot of work and I just wonder if you are as eager and willing to

get them ready for us as I am? Barb, I am sorry for all the rude and

funny things I said to you in poor taste. I wanted to tease you for

all the ignorance your camp had displayed to me throughout my

adolescence.

I know its tough this mutual exclusion manic depressive

bipolar disorder dom and sub self aggrandizement we all want for

ourselves but I feel even keeled with you finally, and just hope and

pray that you will save me from my libido which is so distracting

and you are far prettier than that nasty cock sucker Gianna Michaels

who I wanted to fucking marry for two days because she offered

herself to me for money after talking all sweet and shit, hypnotized

by you though… and not because you are just famous just because

you are my high school lover. I know you didn't have a boyfriend in

high school and I didn't have a girlfriend either. I was meek and

you were not in bloom but at 17 I was more gorgeous than you until

you started straightening your hair which is no big deal, I adore

you. I love your family. I just fear you will continue lying to me

or ignore me like Gray and Walker when I write to you. Please be my

wife Barbara. I could get married in a year to you I think, in holy

matrimony if you would lend your fellow man some compassion and make

me your charity so that I can support a family with you after my MD

is attained in Neuroscience and if you would contact me immediately.

Those guys you like are gross. Stop fooling around, let's get

serious.

lovingly,

David Frederick McCullar

–

Michael McCullar

Senior Editor, Special Projects

STRATFOR

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