Tell me about it.
Posted on 05/30/2004 10:13:14 PM PDT by HAL9000
Tell me about it.
Yes, but if you are dead from snakebite or venom, you certainly won't be tempted to partake of any lifestyle, sic or otherwise.
Still, it doesn't clear up why and how this particular pervert died, if he was indeed a pervert.
He could have just been a very stupid man, dealing with dangerous people, for extra cash.
That happens.
Lots of people toy with evil, and think they can emerge unscathed.
Lots of people are often proven wrong.
Is Fahmy Malak still the Little Rock, Ark. coroner?
Unfortunate choice of wording in the circumstances.
Do we really HAVE to know all this?
A Scotsman visits Arkansas - no one knows why. A he-she visits Arkansas - and no one knows why. Box of poisonous snakes are found - no one knows why. Arkansas zoo doesn't want them, Dallas zoo will take them. Dead body found, - it's the man from Scotland - and no one knows why .
The clinton Library is being built for $160m and America isn't smart enough or able to make the special cabinets the clintons want so the job is outsourced to SCOTLAND.
Now, who were these two visitors to Arkansas? Was one on business trip regarding the clinton cabinets, or maybe just special playmates of the clinton family? That could be, because one was a millionaire's son!! You know money and the clintons---!
Proof positive: always keep your fantasies and realities separate. He should have thought of the pain (shame) he would put his family through. Oh, well, he'll always be immortalized on a she-male website in cyberspace.
You forgot the most important part of this mystery: he had received several shipments of snakes prior to this one, ond no one knows where those snakes are, nor why he was buying snakes!
I wouldn't bet a nickle on the word of a porn star.
Ping.
Yes, I am especially outraged since I hate snakes and live in Arkansas. I don't think I need a DEADLY snake roaming around, Bill Clinton was bad enough.
I'm sure Scotsman everywhere are beaming with pride. LOL!
It can grow to up to 14ft in length and travel at speeds of almost 12mph.
The green mamba is another fast-moving snake, which grows to about 5ft in length.
The forest cobra is a large, thick-bodied, black snake from the rain forests Africa.
Its bite can cause early paralysis and breathing failure, and can kill without quick intervention.
The twig snake comes from the family of venomous rear-fanged snakes.
At her home in Kilmacolm, the wife of 48-year-old Garrick Wales confirmed that police in the state of Arkansas are looking into how her husband died. It is believed his body was found close to four deadly snakes near the town of Little Rock
Pamela Smith, a reporter covering the story for part of the ABC network, said:
"There was a discovery of a box of live, venomous reptiles on a city street in the eastern part of Little Rock. As it turns out, the snakes would be later linked to a gentleman from Scotland, who was found dead in a rented Chevy Blazer about a half a mile from where the snakes had been located. We are told that his body was sent to the crime lab, and then is expected to be shipped back to Scotland for his wife to make funeral arrangements, but police are not saying very much about the exact cause of death. The only thing that has been made public as far as linking his death to the snakes is the fact that they found certain body fluids in the vehicle which would be related to a deadly snakebite."
05.29.04
THE funeral of a Scots businessman who died mysteriously in the US was being held today.
About 200 friends and members of his family thronged the Old Kirk, Kilmacolm, to say goodbye. His wife, Pamela and their teenage children, Christopher, Zoe and Michael, joined his two brothers, Barclay and Glenn, for the service of thanksgiving.
The ceremony was led by the Rev Gordon Irving, along with the Rev Dr Laurence Whitley, a close family friend.
Dr Whitley spoke of Mr Wales’ childhood and "adventures" as he was growing up.
He likened Mr Wales, who studied business studies at university and was a cross-country champion, to the good Samaritan of biblical parable.
Dr Whitley said: "The school community, village community, church community and wider community are in shock. He was a remarkable and unique man whose greatest joy was his family. He would put himself out for anybody. He had a cheerful face and was a human face in the hi-tech world.
"Those of us who knew Garrick viewed him with respect and admiration. To be a friend of Garrick’s was to be changed by him.
"He made us think of possibilities that otherwise we would never have considered. If he could do the things he did with such flair and vision, it made us think maybe we could too."
The family later went on to a private committal service.
Donations were made to an undisclosed African charity of Mr Wales’ choice.
Yesterday, whilst working away on my laptop in a hotel bar in Nice in the South of France, just killing a few hours before grabbing a taxi to the airport and heading back home, I received a call from a joint acquaintance who was currently taking a vacation in Antigua. The words that I heard did not fully sink in until I found myself on the eleven hour flight back to L.A..
Watching a DVD purchased at the last minute at Heathrow coupled with natural fatigue and over-attentive air hostesses obsessed with serving lunch at a wholly inappropriate hour did manage to blanket the first few hours of the flight but I eventually found myself with far too many hours with nothing else to do but recline my seat, surrounded by strangers and as a consequence, I ended up pondering about recent events.
Whilst I had managed to maintain a stiff British upper lip for what must have been about an hour, I eventually broke down for the remaining five hours of the flight, once my recall of our conversations of the past few weeks had led, with the help of hindsight, to an inevitable conclusion. He had known that his life expectancy had reached a matter of days but he had chosen not to tell me.
And so, just last week, we had spent a magical couple of days in Paris filled with nothing but smiles and happiness because at the end of a day, he was a true Scot. Whilst we Brits may be great at managing to maintain a stiff upper lip, the Scottish are in a whole other league and as a consequence our last days together were filled with nothing but joyful memories, devoid of tears and regret that would have come from having known his true state of his health.
The final twist in this tale is that we should have been together yesterday but a major business deal had pulled him way to Arkansas which came to be the place where he took his last breath. I so so wish that if yesterday had to be the date and and time that fate had decided upon as his final hour, that it would have been in my arms rather than in the back of a limo surrounded by a bunch a concerned but emotionally uninvolved business people.
I will make sure that I will, be it through hell or high water, convene in Geneva, in the first weekend in June, with our friends as originally planned.
Up until this moment, I had never had had the right reason to pop the cork on my most treasured bottle of Champagne but now I cannot think of anything more fitting than my Dom Perignon 1962 Oenetheque being poured and toasted at the most prestigious restaurant in Switzerland in honor of not just the loss of a unequivocal gentleman but also and more deservingly, to the very last breath, a true Scotsman.
He, along with just one another, was able to bring me back from the very darkest of places to somewhere where life once again could include smiles, laughter and moments of unashamed happiness. He was truly unique, a great friend and someone that I know without doubt who I will miss for the rest of my life but who, in our time together, had managed to create a place in my heart that will forever remain radiant.
If I was to make a wish right a this moment, it would not be for fame or fortune but simply for there to be an end to having those that I care deeply about being taken away from me.
Returning to the present and with the awareness that I have brought into the public arena a very personal event along with with all of feelings that it has generated, I feel I should explain why I chose to disclose such intimate matters.
I chose to write this article because I wanted to be able to pass on a number of valuable lessons that I came to learn from a truly unique Scott (and I like to think that he came to learn a few things from me too!!).
- Always make time for friends because they may not be there tomorrow.
- True friendships, even amongst the billions of us, remain a rarity and are to be treasured. True friends never go away, they just lose touch. So pick up the phone and make that call. When a true friend is at the end of the line, time passed has no meaning because all that matters is being in contact once again and with true friends, the conversation will always continue from where you last left off, no matter how long it has been.
- It is never the wrong time to tell someone how much they mean to you but any of the things about them that “niggle” you are always best left to tomorrow.
- The only way you will ever know who your true friends are is to hit rock-bottom (but speaking from experience, blissful ignorance is a far better option than rock-bottom!)
- And finally? LIVE FOR THE MOMENT ;-)
Dear G, R.I.P.
Joanna Jet
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