From: Rick Chivaro
[comrrjc@attglobal.net]
Sent: Sunday, September 08, 2002
11:00 AM
To: pacbell
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm XX
Please direct your nonsensical stream of purported consciousness elsewhere.
Further communications from you of this sort will be considerered
harassment and will be delivered directly to criminal investigators for action.
Richard J. Chivaro
Chief Counsel
State Controller's Office
From: pacbell [gevisser@pacbell.net]
Sent: Friday, September 06, 2002
8:36 PM
To: Rick Chivaro
Cc: Senator_Lieberman
Subject: Perfect Storm XX
Dear Mr. Chivaro, as the chief lawyer of the person who
controls the purse-strings
of the 7th largest economy in the world, your words, “we will…” continue to resonate. More
importantly, “agree=ING to disagree” [sic]
is not in my vocabulary nor is it part of my nature.
Last night I was at a local pub grabbing a “byte” [sic] to eat and
ran into a guy by the name of Richie who I first met several months back when I
expressed sum viewpoints on the state of the economy which recently “boiled down
tTOo my” [sic] email to the folks at the Fox Network.
Unlike you, “Richie Rich” [sic], doesn’t work for me butt by
the end of the evening he was a white as a kite? Had they [he and his buddy]
also been Jewish we probably would have had a blood bath by “sunrise”
[sic]. That didn’t stop him from “showering”
[sic] his frustration at not following through on my suggestions when we first
met when he was a much more happy go “luky”
[sic] guy and I had yet to leave on my second trip this year to South America.
Naturally there are other folks a lot more angry with themselves other than
“Poor little Richie” who does seem to be able to hold down a decent paying job
despite his 401K-
“Mart continuing to go down the tubes”
[sic]. What really got to me though was not so much his whining as much as his
self-assured contention,
“No matter what; I know, Governor Davis knows, and I know you know,
nothing will come out of it!”
I then asked his male companion, a pretty big black guy who also works
out, to make note of “Poor little Richies last wor-l-ds who”
[sic] then proceeded to provide me with a 90 second dissertation of why it is
okay to “agree to disagree.”
The other evening I demonstrated that I could hold my breath that long
and then sum. It was part of my effort to impress my travel companion and our
friend Paul who is a top athlete that I am in “at least as good a condition as
I was back when I was playing tackle rugby” which was sum 30 years ago. Last
night, however, was proof positive that I can go at least another 30 seconds
without coming up for air. Even when I thought he was about to come up for air I only
spoke once a pregnant pause took hold, bait,
line and sinker.
This picture of our Jonathan was taken just the other day shortly before
his mother broke the news to his father that another 50 ft of line had
disappeared into the wind. This very worldly woman is catching a new wind each
and every day. I have though been encouraging Jonathan to pick up tangled line
as not every bird finds a safe spot to land, to mention little of my new 88
year young friend whose “sun” [sic] Gary
has the caring hand.
Its been a while since I couldn’t get a “world in edge ways”
[sic] butt the black guy had this rap going that had me so mesmerized I
couldn’t remember a thing he said although in an effort to lower his blood
pressure I said, “I think I got about 50% of what you said.” From there
everything went to the “gods”
[sic]. Butt I kept giving him the floor as well as enough rope to hang himself.
We were at a corner section of the bar and neither of us were inclined to back
up even though I had perhaps the best looking woman on my tail which seemed to
jive with my pointing out that neither of them seemed to prevent their formal
education “intereferring”
[sic] with their learning.
And to top it off I threw in the race
card letting them know that executor of my estate is a black guy, at which
point I knew I was testing the limits of my dexterities thinking at sum point
whether my dog was going to save the day. Pypeetoe,
however, was tied up. That pitching-wedge-leash you see next to him on the bed
still remains with Roger Hedgecock.
Swoosh as he is also
known “and is” [sic] the
lighter of our dogs. For sum time my travel companion has contended he is gay
although lately she says he is becoming more masculine.
Now I can assure you I never mentioned the word “gay”
butt who knows “weather”
[sic] they both had been reading my mind that had already drifted to this
beautiful young woman who was now rubbing shoulders with me. In all likelihood
I was simply starting to lean back making certain I had a full set of lungs in
the event either one of them landed a solid punch knocking me all the way into
the Pacific ocean which was really no more than a stones throw away. At age 45
I still have a pretty good arm. Take a look at an email I sent out yesterday
afternoon the first of the days disturbance. I have titled it Perfect Storm VII.
Right now it is raining cats and dogs and this isn’t even the rainy
season, so what do you make of that? As I have stated time and again butt it is
worth repeating; the problems of the world have nothing to do with economics,
religion, “blah blah blab”
[sic] but the taxation of those very young by the worst of the politicians who
don’t all become Governors of the State of California butt they leave just as
dirty a mark.
It is the white lies that start stacking up from when we are very young,
stacks that in large measure might as well be full of hash, wouldn’t you agree?
Do you Mr. top hound dog law enforcer support the introduction of drug testing
for those who raise children? Remember now Federal Law still has smoking “Mart-Ka-yarn-a” [sic] a crime.
What about children empowering children with antidotes when they get it shoved
up the backside by a parent when the drug pusher eventually decides to move on
to a “phatter”
[sic] score? What if I could provide all this without it costing the taxpayers
one single dime?
With or without you “agreeing or agreeing
to disagree” we will at NextraTerrestrial be providing such measures, “force de choke” [sic].
Stay Tuned.
On my most recent trip to South America one of my Peruvian
partners was telling me about how some people can play the flute continuously
while breathing; that it is all a question of practice. I believed Alvaro since
I had no reason to distrust anything he said. I couldn’t believe, however, what
these two guys eventually had to say to this lady when I went over to write
down some of the things they had said and pay the bill. For sum reason they
felt the need to water down the discussion as they got the bartender to pour on
the alcohol, contending that our disagreement was a “sexual thing” [non-sic].
Now it is true that these guys have never seen me with any
woman butt there
has never been an occasion for them to think me “otherweiss” [sic] inclined. In
fact I make a point whenever I go into a bar type
environment to make it patently clear that I am attached to a beautiful “wo-men”
[sic]. Now it is possible that sum women might think that is just a smart line
to get them back to The Cave.
With that said, I have never brought either a female or even a male buddy back
to this rather well known spot in all the time I have been living here which I
think is going on 3 years.
I move around a lot and I don’t pay attention to things that
don’t really matter a lot especially since I believe there is a life after death
with plenty of dust and dirt especially for those who have shoveled it on to
others while keeping their yards spick and “spam”
[sic] which I promised these guys would not come from me. These guys though
wouldn’t have known really what to believe since they know so little about me,
just like I and the rest of the citizens of this country know so little about
our neighbors let alone our politicians. Whatever happened to Gary Conduit,
replaced by just another headline concocted by I wonder who?
“Witch” [sic] is
why I didn’t make a big deal about their embellishment of their own thoughts
especially since I had clearly made my point about their education having
amounted to nothing butt a bunch of beans “sturred” [sic]
in pot to be fed to the young and old alike although I didn’t get around to
calling them chicken pot pies. I just love that photo.
Why in God’s name they didn’t just stick to calling me a “r-a-s-e-s-t”
[sic] may have seemed to sum of the folk who didn’t know me somewhat bizarre
although Richie had once been on my email list and he may have been sober
enough at the time to have realized that going down that path may have got me
fired up more. “Glass dress” [sic]
tends to stretch when heated and nothing causes my brain to expand more than
when folks want to milk the race card as though it was sum Bell Shaped Curve
nonsense.
Racism like “degenerative de-seases”
[sic] has no color, it simply seeks the lowest common denominator. It affects mostly
those who have given up in terms of reaching their mental capacity in search of
short term solutions. I seem to recall Dr. Kelly telling me that it is the
longer nerve cell strands that “sumtimes
meters in length” [sic] that are the first to be affected. I am still,
however, waiting for the “godly”
[sic] doctors Kelly and Price to get back to me with their findings, at least
ask whether I would be willing to help them at a reduced fee. I won’t be offended.
I am a “t-raider”
[sic] and then “sum e=mcCCctTOo”
[non-sic].
I then spent the next half hour talking with this
magnificent young lady who was still a college student studying the humanities.
This woman I can tell you was very attractive and I did have sum difficulty
getting out the fact I was still attached. It helped a lot knowing, however, that
the guy she was with was her husband. AND these two made sum terrific couple.
He is a moviemaker by way of Nashville, Chicago, Los Angeles and they both now
live up the street from me. His wife knew pretty much exactly where I lived as
she mentioned where she had seen me once before with my dog.
Later it became much more obvious that the guys were still
listening as they continued to drown their sorrows ordering more drinks to keep
pace with the reality of my having nailed the best looking woman that had ever
stepped foot in that bar, certainly in all the years I have been going there;
still managing, however, to call me “a fagot.” By the way, once they couldn’t
assure me that they had proper and adequate liability insurance in place I
decided not to “roll
the dice” as the black guy suggested although I let them both know that
once I was outside the bar I was in fact “stepping out” without reminding them,
however, that by that time my dog would not only be untied butt unleashed.
Both these guys though are in their early 30s and pretty
beefed up. However, most of their build up begins at the gym that results late
at night with much toilet talk, hoping I guess that by morning time the “vowels”
[sic] are functioning “write” [sic], i.e. garbage in at night means more action
on the toilet floor during the morning, adding more stress to the organs which
are fully taxed by late afternoon while I am having tea or preparing for surf
action that keeps me going pretty much all night long with less talk and more
action.
In other words their testosterone seems rarely if ever
released and given the fact that I have never seen “Richie de robed” [sic]
who is not a bad looking guy once make a strike with anyone at the bar other
than hanging out with his one female tenant “of his” [sic] which may account
for him wanting to deflect what he sees in other guys on to me? In so far as
his friend is concerned I wouldn’t know “since I was” [sic] meeting him for the
first time “AND since he” [sic] appeared to be auditioning for sum major rap
event it was impossible for me to know what he was all about and so of course I
had to tickle anything that would stop him from giving me a headache with his
rap. And so I played the race card.
One of the reasons I love to just hang out at bars is that
one gets to meet folks from all walks of life and if someone is interesting you
keep at it until they become frightening and then you simply up and go. You
have to trust me this has never ever happened with a bunch of guys or even one
guy for that matter. I cannot, however, say the same for our better halves.
Only twice though has this taken place and all within the last week.
On one occasion it cost me a bottle of “Dom Pregnant” [sic]
which led to me being for the first time propositioned. $198 is all that it
took. The bartender who was a friend of both girls thought I was nuts. I don’t
however have his looks or charm. Just the other night I happened to be at the
same bar telling another woman what had occurred. She seemed most upset since
she would only accept “crytal” [sic]. I have a picture of a bottle of crystal
geyser somewhere which I simply cannot find.
I would Mr. Chivaro be using the same photo when describing
the bottle of water I drank back on February 8th at the headquarters of
Wetherly Capital and Arden Realty. It is fast approaching New Year and my hope
is to get this out to you tonight for you to contemplate very carefully over
the next 10 days.
Perhaps what got Richie the most upset was my suggesting to
him that he pick up my dinner tab. Since I was planning a swim in the ocean I
hadn’t ordered any alcohol and I felt I had given him a whole lot more
entertainment than someone whose rap had to have also been driving him around
the bend. Then again, I have no idea the nature of the relationship between
these two guys. And if they are gay I couldn’t care less, just less competition
for us not so-good-looking guys.
The barman last night was clearly not very happy with me and
took his time getting me the bill. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t
order anything to drink or because most of the folks around the bar had stopped
watching the football game to focus in on how I was going to wrestle these two
lightweights to the ground who may have felt the safest bet was to keep their
glasses empty.
These two guys also got to hear me talk about my contention
that in a fight I would much prefer to have at my side a healthy looking woman
like this scholar who seemed to get even better looking as she articulated the
position of women in society well before Pythagoras, agreeing though that he
was the very first scientist and more importantly understood the importance of
surrounding himself with the best of our species. This brownish blond haired,
very fair skinned woman is built just like my travel companion and carries
herself very well. I did not though ask her or husband if I could put pictures
of her up on the site as I have now been “banned”
from using any nude photos which may even resemble my travel companion.
She understands though that I have certain things programmed
in that pull photos from a “secure
database” that I constantly have trouble accessing to change. AND she
understands I have a history of computer problems malfunctioning. Lately though
everything seems to be operating just the way it should. Earlier today I
explained to my landlord cum artist extraordinaire a thing or tTOo
about how I compartmentalize the various little wars brewing much along the
lines I plan to travel around the world crisscrossing the equator, staying
close not only to the sun butt making sure the frequency allows me to keep
track of things at light speed where the negatives are very quickly neutralized
by all that is positive, one step, one heart beat, one day at a time.
And once you see Mr.Chaviro that light doesn’t travel at a
constant speed things will begin to make a whole lot more sense to you, unless
of course your brain is already fried, in which case you are probably not worth
much more than this horse.
This last picture was taken in the backyard of home overlooking Knysna Forest
in South Africa, a very special place. Time to protect those that lead us on
the straight
and narrow, a horse of a different sort.
I came close to asking this lady if she would pose for my
travel companion who is quite an amazing artist-sculpture-painter but decided
instead to rub it in further with the guys by explaining why a woman like her
would beat any “six pack muscle bound wimp, even special forces ‘in disguise’
[sic] whose first instinct in a life and death situation is to protect their
exposed genitals.”
I also quietly explained that although I have no military
training [to speak of], never once really been in a full-on fight other than on
a rugby field sum years back, I would feel quite confident in holding my own
against guys like this. There is an old rugby adage that the bigger the buffoon
the harder it collapses under its own weight. Growing up in South Africa few of
the rugby players I knew were into bodybuilding and certainly body builders
wouldn’t make good rugby
players.
The pilot with the cross standing to my father’s left didn’t
make it. My father though seemed to lose count and trust me when I tell you my
father was also pretty good with numbers. AND he was, and thankfully still is,
looking very good.
South Africa may yet turn the corner and make a very smooth
U turn that will eventually hopefully turn into a figure 8 which with the right
moves can lead the folks there to infinity and beyond. It will, however, take
“write” [sic] minded and “lefties” [non-sic] leading the charge doing the right
stuff making right angle rotates, parties to boot.
Now I learned most of the really tough moves when I came out
to California back in 1981 and decided to join in on a practice game with sum
American rugby players who were just learning the game having “come outING of”
[sic] pack ten football schools although based on the way they understood the
game they might have just as well been raised by wolves. The
first time I got tackled was by a guy weighing close to 100 lbs more than me,
full-on in the rib cage, ten steps after I had kicked the ball up-field. It was
also the last time I played with those yoyos.
Quite frankly I cannot remember what happened next. I know I
never ended up in hospital. The only record I have of what might have possibly
come next was in a letter I received from a doctor friend of mine, Michael Moshal.
This October will be the 21st anniversary of the passing of one of the greatest
men I have known who very likely saved my life, certainly I was headed downhill
in a very big way and I wasn’t that much in to down-hill-skiing nor “tTOobog-gain-ING” [sic]. I arrived in
this country one week before my 21st birthday.
Being the smallest has its virtues, butt never tTOo small.
My eldest brother is without doubt very strong butt we would all agree though
that the strongest person we know personally to have walked this planet is a
guy by the name of Guy Friedman who is just a couple of inches taller than me
and probably 170 sum 20 lbs more than what I currently weigh. When I got up
this morning I noticed an email from Guy, which included good wishes for the
Jewish New Year along with a picture of himself with his first-born MIA.
I am very appreciative of Guy’s friendship and he is not one
to be caught napping unless of course he has to take care of a bird or tTOo.
His Israeli special forces training has proved itself valuable both on the
battlefields behind enemy lines where there are no lines since any fire is
unfriendly as well as in guiding me through some personal rough moments where
even he has sumtimes had trouble holding me down.
You not only never hear of Israeli special forces,
especially those coming out of the most elite of units, ever going berserk and
killing their spouses, for it simply doesn’t happen. From the time they begin
their training they are coached by the very best of Jewish psychologists,
psychiatrists and naturally under the careful eye of the family member with the
6th sense to never intervene unless asked, who watch them as they would their
own.
It is positive reinforcement right from the very start and
only on the tail end of their training do they experience the effects of
interrogation where they are trained to hold their tongues for just 24 hours
because that is all that is needed in order to get the rest of their unit back
to safety. This concept of “we won’t leave anyone behind” breeds folks like
Senator Kerry who somehow interpreted that to mean “fill” [sic] anything that
moves. Then when “t-hey” [sic] return to civilian life and hit the bars of
places like Coronado even the San Diego police who have a reputation for shooting
first and then asking questions know to stay away.
Just a slight modification in training and recruiting will
make the world of difference. This is one area where turning back the clock to
the way things were during the time of the Greatest Generation makes perfect
sense. Butt tTOo fix things right we are probably going to have to take more
than two steps back. Then again, once we make it around the back of the sun,
once we see the benefits of what it means to break the light speed barrier
pretty much anything is possible. Lets tTOo see if we can avoid being blasted
back to the rock
age.
Aways though to go and folks like Warren Buffet are not
stupid, simply intellectually dishonest. We now need to build the confidence of
the next generation which I believe is our last hope. Mr. Chivaro would you
like to argue number theory with me? I doubt it certainly by the time you have
read through all this you will likely have swallowed your tongue, just don’t
try winking me off or I will set my cat
on you, winking cat’s to boot.
Beating up on recruits, however, only adds to battlefield
weariness and a false sense of security especially for family members waiting
home who have no idea of what they bargained for when choosing to sign up to a
system that will at sum point likely end up doing more harm off the field
especially when their partner’s unit is decimated on the battlefield. Had
Senator Kerry been more forthcoming at the time he received his Congressional
Medal of Honor many a seal today would still be floating to mention in passing
the children in those 4 families who lost their mothers in just one month. Who
has the courage to go dig up the dirt that has been placed in “man-ay” [sic]
sandbag in their neck of the woods, where unaided, poorly guided teenagers
wanting to give of their best, who aren’t even allowed to legally drink carry
their bayonets through the stockings of even younger women?
Mr. Chivaro even though Mr. King Golden never made it to
Vietnam, make no mistake he knows many a story of the boys who play with little
boys and their genitals to boot. Mr. Golden like the man whose aid he came to yesterday
have had many an opportunity to take on colleagues who played it fast and loose
with our young. Now he and the rest are “now”
[sic] about to pay comeuppance and be an example to others, particularly our
young that there are sum of us old fogies who still have the intestinal
fortitude to hold each other accountable.
And so bloc by bloc we go until we get bloc-buster.com a
household name and if the folks who own Prentice Hall want to take issue with
me, then so be it. I wont require them to pay more than any other organization
wanting to do the right thing and have their good name associated with
empowering the youth, our future.
I want to avoid at all cost the possibility of us going
around and around in circles, repeating the same mistakes of past generations
when all we have to do is think smart and hold folks in check just like I am
doing right now with Mr. Golden and company and you tTOo.
Many it seems, tend to focus on the wrong stuff, the stuff
that tightens the muscles, closes the jaw that results in the severest of
whippings. Perhaps why Muhammad Ali was as great as he was. It wasn’t so much
that he floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee butt when he mixed up his
vocabulary he had everyone including his opponent totally confused. The English
language more so than any other language has tremendous possibilities, both
good and bad, perhaps similar yet very different to Number is the essence of
all things, good or evil.
A top heavyweight boxer friend of mine who met Guy Friedman
as we once all relaxed[1] in bar club on
the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles, later commented, “I would never want to go up
against you friend.” At the time Michael Grant who is 6’7’ +++ tall and the
longest reach in modern day “boxing” [sic] history had not only never lost a
fight he never knew anything about Guy Friedman other than the fact that Guy
worked for Bruce Willis and Demi Moore as their personal bodyguard, although it
was probably my eldest brother who ever through a punch when a stranger got a
little tTOo close to their Malibu residence. My brother was the “Willis’ chief”
[sic,] AND masseur AND poet to boot.
Guy Friedman is unique in many ways, none more so than the
fact that he rarely opens his mouth unless he has something important to say.
He grew up on a Kibbutz in Israel where most of the very best are recruited. No
doubt he was watched from a very early age and the fact that he may have missed
out on some formal education seems to have only benefited his learning. Today
he is not only a proud father but he has expanded his very gentle touch to
helping those not only in need but who most importantly show the initiative to
stop blaming others for the evils of the world and to do something about it.
He like the husband of the young lady I met last evening is
an entrepreneur and he is not afraid to do the laundry or the dishes. He
happens to own a laundry and dry cleaning business. Small Business Mr. Chaviro
is where it is all at, wouldn’t you agree? So why the “hi-ties”
[sic] to folks like Vivendi?
There are a number of folks I have met along the way who
don’t always have the nicest things to say about Israelis, as in, “We love
Israel, we just hate Israelis.” It is not only the Arabs who say these words;
in fact, I have mostly heard it amongst Jewish people, mostly those who sit in
front of TV screens pontificating their navels while dictating how Israel needs
to kowtow to folks who have no interest in Israeli shekels who would be better
off just heckling their “phat” [sic] Jewish spouses.
Guy Friedman is not simply the exception he is what keeps
Israel safe, for he sets the right example about all that is good about Israel
and all that is great about the United States of America, that anyone
regardless of their education, their social courses or discourse, can make it
here by working hard, doing the right thing, giving credit thought to the ones
who really pay the bills that keep Israel’s forces on heightened alert, the
American Christians, who are in fact the ones footing most of the bill, Bill
Clinton to boot all the way to Timbuktu along with his “not-so-fair-weth-early” [sic]
partners.
The Jewish
people here in America have a very loud voice and folks like Farrakhan are
absolutely right when he says that the Jews have a disproportionate say in what
goes into our foreign policy and that if the blacks who constitute sum 40
million Americans were to unite they would be able to help their “Arab
brothers” much more. What Minister Farrakhan and others like him fail to
articulate, no strike that, never even mention is the fact that Israel with all
the “mishi-gas’
[sic] people who are simply no more than 24 hours each day on the brink of
annihilation, represent the only democracy in the Middle East and most Jewish
people just like most Christians, just like most Muslims are good, certainly
they wake up each morning wanting to do good. Butt then they turn on the TV and
see the B.S. and then they turn off and tune out and find reason to take it out
on others, especially the young who are so impressionable and very scared.
Mr. Chivaro it is all about democracy and our democracy here
in the United States is not simply at issue, not just a question of being under
attack, the war is over, the American people just lost. Butt I have a plan that
will rattle up the forces from within who will one day see hopefully soon “sea the
light” [sic] scratch their way to the surface and we will we will, rock you...
I have chosen to provide you with a hyperlink to what I have
now titled Perfect Storm XX. T is the 20th letter in the English Alphabet. It
is all about those who distract others in the pursuit of getting those who
oppose the forces of darkness to be distracted by false and artificial life to
get them to focus on crossing their Ts and dotting Is while gangsters make off
with our Treasury. Pythagoras never had contemplate the forces let alone the
mathematics of artificial light for the square root of negative numbers albeit
that of negative one would never have tickled his fancy for he was surrounded
by women who made their presence known in ways that only few of us it seems
know how to fully appreciate.
You boss, Ms. Kathleen Connell will hopefully see to it that
the
“smoking-gun” proof I have of a group
of domestic business people, not necessarily domiciled in the State of
California, in conjunction with a foreign conglomerate, have conspired with the
highest-ranking members of the Democratic Party resulting in the hi-jacking of
our political system, will be aired in open session in the State House.
With
that said, click on to
Perfect Storm XX
From: Rick Chivaro [comrrjc@attglobal.net]
Sent: Sunday, September 08, 2002
11:00 AM
To: pacbell
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm XX
Please direct your nonsensical stream of purported
consciousness elsewhere. Further communications from you of this sort
will be “considerered” [sic] harassment and will be delivered directly to
criminal investigators for action.
Richard J. Chivaro
Chief Counsel
State Controller's Office
From: Rick Chivaro [comrrjc@attglobal.net]
Sent: Thursday, August 22, 2002
2:04 PM
To: pacbell
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm XX
So that it's clear, my comment was to the effect that she has no veto authority
over the Regents, not that she did not care or was not interested. The
difference between this and the smog fee award is that the Board of Equalization,
of which the Controller is a member, was a defendant in the smog litigation.
Therefore, as a defendant that had been ordered to pay, she resisted and
prevailed. Her distain for the Milberg firm is well documented. As
I stated before, you are entitled to your opinion and we will just have to
agree to disagree.
Thank you for your interest in this office and the State Controller.
Richard J. Chivaro
Chief Counsel
State Controller's Office
From: pacbell [gevisser@pacbell.net]
Sent: Thursday, August 22, 2002
1:47 PM
To: comrrjc@attglobal.net
Subject: RE: Perfect Storm?
I received your
responsive communication but my erroneous assumption was that Ms. Connell could
exercise sum influence and was persuasive in directing the financial affairs of
California. My disappointment in learning that she has no authority or
influence or interest in pursuing this matter accurately completes my picture
of her motivations.
It is somewhat sad and a
stark contrast to the publicity she disseminated in conjunction with
effectively controlling the payments of fees in the smog lawsuit and took
credit for controlling events under those circumstances.
From: Rick
Chivaro [mailto:comrrjc@attglobal.net]
Sent: Wednesday, August 21, 2002
12:38 PM
To: pacbell
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm?
Your conclusion is based
on the assumption that the Controller has some type of veto power over the
decision of the Regents, she does not. I guess we will simply have to
agree to disagree.
Richard J. Chivaro
Chief Counsel
State Controller's Office
From: pacbell
[gevisser@pacbell.net]
Sent:
Wednesday, August 21, 2002 11:51 AM
To:
comrrjc@attglobal.net
Subject:
RE: Perfect Storm?
I appreciate your
response but must respectfully indicate my disagreement. While not designated a
regent Gray Davis and Bustamente are Regents and Ms. Connell their Chief
Financial Officer. Milberg Weiss represents the Regents and Officers of the
University of California that has been appointed lead plaintiff in the lawsuit
against Enron. Gray Davis is the president of the Officers of the Regents with
John Moores the Vice Chairmen.
As Governor Davis' Chief
Financial Officer for the State there is no justification for Ms. Connell
permitting this situation to continue where the ex Officio Regents include the principal
executive officers of the State the de facto ability to prevent Milberg's
representation on behalf of the Regents and thereby the State.
From: Rick
Chivaro [mailto:comrrjc@attglobal.net]
Sent: Tuesday, August 20, 2002
8:42 AM
To: pacbell
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm?
The Controller did not
vote "to support Milberg Weiss' representation of the California
University Regents" in the Enron matter. The State Controller is not a
member of the Regents. It is
possible that you are referring to the lawsuit filed by Milberg on behalf of
the California Public Employees' Retirement and the State Teachers' Retiremen
Funds against WorldCom. If so, the
decision to use Milberg was a decision of the staff of those two retirement
boards. The Controller and the
other members of the Board voted to file a lawsuit. The Controller's distain forthe Milberg firm in the WorldCom
suit was printed in several newspapers, including the August 3, 2002, edition
of the San Francisco Chronicle. As
stated in the newspapers, the Controller expressed her dissatisfaction with
using Milberg under any circumstance.
However, the staff and the other 12 members on the CalPers board refuse
to drop the firm from their proprietary list of attorneys.
Richard J. Chivaro
Chief Counsel
State Controller's Office
From:
pacbell [gevisser@pacbell.net]
Sent:
Monday, August 19, 2002 1:29 PM
To:
comrrjc@attglobal.net
Cc:
Robert O' Brian; Dave G
Subject:
Perfect Storm?
Dear Mr. Chivaro:
Please explain Ms.
Connell's decision to support Milberg Weiss' representation of the California
University Regents in retaining Milberg for Enron lawsuit while they sue the
California State government for fees given her status as member of the board of Regents. How can this conflict of
interest be reconciled?
Sincerely,
Gary S. Gevisser
From:
Rick Chivaro [mailto:comrrjc@attglobal.net]
Sent:
Tuesday, August 13, 2002 6:29 PM
To: gevisser@pacbell.net
Cc:
robrien@sco.ca.gov
Subject:
Reply to Your Letter
Dear Mr.Gevisser:
Your E-mail to the State
Controller, Kathleen Connell, was forwarded to me for reply.
The State Controller
appreciates the fact that you concur with her decision to challenge the
arbitrator's award in the smog impact fee case and was quite pleased with the
recent judicial decision over turning the award. Contrary to a statement made
in your note to Mr. O'Brien, Ms Connell's assistant, Ms. Connell has not
accepted any contributions from Mr. Bill Lerach or any other partner with the
Milberg firm. Also, Kathleen
Connell will be leaving office at the end of this year and plans to return to
private industry. As such, she
will not be seeking any other elected office at this time. Thank you for your interest and support
of the State Controller.
Sincerely,
Richard J. Chivaro
Chief Counsel
From:
pacbell [gevisser@pacbell.net]
Sent:
Tuesday, August 13, 2002 3:47 PM
To:
Robert O' Brian
Cc:
Dave G
Subject:
Perfect Storm?
Dear Mr. Obrien,
I apologize if I
misspelled your name butt I am getting a little frustrated trying to get hold
of Ms. Kathleen Connell our State Comptroller? I don't know what the difference
is between the words "comptroller" and "controller" butt
both words cause my head to buzz. I see "stroller," "con,"
"Enron" even "Entron" which was I heard “tiear”[sic] first
choice, and then there is "comp" yet competency seems the furthest
thing that comes to mind and God knows that to lose one's mind is rather sad, a
"word apart from monkey business " [sic]. AND once you have
"competency" then it starts getting much easier because then we have
words like "regency"
and to be a "regent" or not to be is the question. I once tutored business-finance
at university butt suffice to say I failed.
Back on August 7th after
leaving several messages for her I sent one of her supposed assistants Mr. Dave
Gomez an email which you can see below. I never heard back. Today, I called
what I thought was Mr. Gomez's office [310-342-5678] and was told by the
receptionist to call another number, 310-4477707, which is disconnected. This
lady was really trying to help me and she suggested that I email you.
There is nothing I
detest more than those who derive great enjoyment in testing my impatience to
mention little of those who derive great thrills exceeding the limits of their
small but thankfully, limited authority, i.e. evil doesn't appear out of the
blue with a color coordinated red pointed tail and a white pitched fork. I
happened to be watching the news back on July 23rd at approximately 11:50 PST
when a picture appeared on the TV screen of Martha Stewart holding a pitched fork.
It was either CNN or the Fox Network. Mr. O Brian do you really believe that
sheep would be fooled by a wolf donning
a sheep skin's jacket?
I really don't have the
time to heckle with politicians and that is why I was most impressed to see the
stand Ms. Connell took vis si vis Milberg Weiss who no doubt have contributed
somewhat to her fund raising drives. Moreover, her stand to stop the governor's
payroll check is no doubt more of a feather in her cap. I truly believe the
time is fast approaching when women will have a shot at the brass ring just as
they did back during the time of Pythagoras.
God knows what Martha
Stewart is going to look like come this October 23rd just a couple of weeks or
so before the upcoming gubernatorial elections butt I want to do my best to see
to it that Ms. Connell at least is sitting
pretty. Last October 23rd was quite a day to remember. Again, I think Ms.
Connell would welcome my insight.
Please be so “find
figure” [sic] as to print out all the hyperlinks for Ms. Connell and let
her also know that I played a hand in getting a class action lawsuit filed
against a less fortunate Fortune
100 company with less than two hours to go before the statute of limitations
ran out. Ms. Connell may also appreciate the fact that I can play both sides of
the fence in my pursuit of justice
and I am also ambidextrous, i.e. Judge Jack Weinstein a
not-altogether-insignificant judge back east credited
me for the role I played in stopping the "floodgates"
from opening up and sending workers compensation claims sky-high, insurance
awards often artificial light robbery to mention just in passing what is going
on behind the scenes at Kmart today as the folks scramble to mention little of
the fact that I tTOo consider the Milberg Weiss folks less than I do my dog and
they have helped butter my bread somewhat, less said though the better, better yet
we should put pen to paper and make sense of what we say and of course we all
believe in the power of the mighty dollar although the stock market may very
well become a relic, all
shriveled up, dressed to kill and not a "date
in site" [sic]..
My "step kid"
had scrambled eggs for "breakfeast" [sic] today but as you see I am
not someone accustomed to skating on thin ice.
I see no problem though in eating eggs especially if one uses the shells for good
effect. Now I could have cropped the photo of this side table with eggshells
imbedded on its top; moreover I could have eliminated the flash altogether and
you would see the table is in better condition than what it now appears to be
butt then you wouldn't see all the wires hanging around me as well as some of
my prized art collection. Moreover, I am frankly in a rather hurry and I don't
really have the inclination to futz around. I still have to take my "god
Pypeetoe" [sic] out for his second daily exercise routine and both of
us have yet to attend church services across the lane from where I live. I
sometimes let him out and he disappears for quite sum time butt upon returning
he seems totally rejuvenated.
I am pretty certain Ms.
Connell would enjoy my "bottoms
up" schooling approach to solving the problems of bad parenting. She
may also be pleased to know that I know how to hold a knife and fork. My mother
taught Charm School and raised beauty queens from picking them up off the
beaches of South Africa. My grandfather built up an empire by first bending
down and picking up unbroken bottles of the streets of Durban, South Africa
before depositing them in a broken down wheelbarrow butt he got wind early in
life the importance of a good name and credit to boot. It was just a question
of time before I would become laser focused and begin cleaning up Wall Street
while making sum change along for the ride?
Ms. Connell may be
interested to know that not everyone gets on with me butt in the end they all
get it. Even Governor Davis will eventually get his comeuppance, certainly he
should think a little harder before sitting foot on a "mock
surfing bored" [sic]. Moreover, he should first chew on his words
before uttering such pitiful comments. I have yet to see a retraction in the
“Del Mar X” [sic] down here in serfers' paradise
I believe in guiding
kids right from the start and then getting out of the way. Both "step
children" are rather precious, Jonathan though is the more adventurous
butt his sister Danielle watches over him ever so closely. It would be nice if
they were to avoid passing on the man made viruses that afflict us all from
being the best we can be. Tank tops a whole lot better alternative to getting
involved in other people's wars. Although I am not married to their mother the
"step children" remain one step ahead of me aware that when I mean
business I mean business butt mostly we just horse around they guide me to
parent right.
I tTOo know "write from left"
[sic] although I write with my left butt I serve tennis though with my right
and I can still kick a pretty good ball with either foot butt I prefer my right
over my left; friends I keep close butt mostly I keep to myself. I don't
subscribe to many of the notions that get folks all mixed up including the one
"My enemies enemy is my friend." It is time for folks to take the
sleep out of their eyes and ponder less their navels and empower their children
right from the start.
I am in the process of
writing my fist book. It is titled Manager Minute One that we should be our own
managers from the get go. When push comes to shove I can also use my "right"
[sic], perhaps though not as well as one of my headmasters. You have to scroll
down to the bottom of the page to see "Mr. Fleming" [FLM
sic] but I can assure you he was quite the man. You wouldn't want to go a-round
though with either of these tTOo gentlemen although the gentleman on the left
is, as "my travel
companion" would say, "very sweat." My one-step-ahead kids'
mother really knows her stuff and is today very worldly to boot and knows best
how to deal with my gobbledygook "buy simply going blah blah blah" [sic].
Recently she informed me that the word "gobbledygook" is in the
dictionary. I couldn't know since I never let my formal education or lack
thereof stop me from asking the most important question,
What is it that causes
folks on the far right and the far left who feed off each other, often even
making love to one another, to want to kill everyone in between, i.e. a "Dutch sandwitch"
[sic]?
Please let Ms. Connell
know that I may have figured this one out butt she would have to agree to meet
me for lunch before I spill the rest of the beans.
I try very hard not to
mix business with the more important stuff of raising kids right butt business
is not just a fact of life, it is life itself because when we touch people
right, when we do a good deal, we pass on the same senses that makes us all
tingle when we see a beautiful flower, or a woman to die for; certainly I would
rather have a healthy woman at my side to protect me than some guy whose first
reaction would be to protect his genitals. I have though very good male friends
as well.
I mostly though, simply
stick to my knitting but if necessary I am very capable of delivering "a perfect write" [non-sic].
Please let Ms. Connell know that I come in “piece”
[sic] but in the end I let the evidence do all the talking.
Although she and I have
never met I once nearly joined her for a private dinner where "Mr. Sniff=ING"
[sic] was present. Naturally his "travel
companion" at the time, Ms. Vicky Schiff played host and her
co-managing partner at Wetherly Capital, Mr. Dan "big
mouth" Weinstein later fired up a storm. I believe Ms. Connell would
know what I am talking about. It was, however, Ms. Schiff who gave me the blow
by blow.
Unless I hear from Ms.
Connell in short order I will take my cue from my dog. Enough said.
Sincerely,
Pypeetoe Note: Since I
have not gone back to read through what I have written above I will defer
signing the letter until a later time.
From: pacbell
[mailto:gevisser@pacbell.net]
Sent: Wednesday, August 07, 2002 6:24
PM
To: Dave G
Subject:
Attention Kathleen
Connell
Dear Ms. Connell,
I am an
investigator-problem solver and head up a private citizens welfare
group against corrupt
politicians and have been watching your opposition to
the $80 million fee to
Milberg Weiss blah blah blab in the smog cases. I
noticed your recent
victory and I think there is opportunity to enhance your
political prominence as
a result. It is not, however, over and MWBHL are
appealing.
Can you please give me a
call. My number is 1-858-792-2379.
Sincerely,
Gary S. Gevisser
copy to file.
[1] Pypeetoe
Note: At the bar that “eveing” [sic] was the action figure actor Van Dam who was
holding his own court. Michael Grant and Guy Friedman not only stole the show with
the help though of another PAL of mine from South Africa who was one of the
first to set up trade shows in emerging markets for small American businesses
and who was now back in Los Angeles having a go at the model agency business.
My interests as you shall see are quite varied butt it is all about small
businesses that drive an economy although given the lack of a level playing
they have little say in what politicians end up doing given the fact they are
mostly beholden to special interest groups, pacs of wolves or would you simply
be intellectually honest and call them nothing butt a den of thieves, fleas to
boot, wouldn’t we at least agree to agree on that Mr. Attorney?
I really do stick to my knitting and folks are only now
becoming keenly aware of what I do for living which is to do the stuff I am
passionate about which involves, nature, art, the sciences and mostly the
humanities. Without the humanities we might as well just turn off and tune into
our libidos and when they get old and haggard we might as well all get shot.
When my new friends left I then headed to the beach for a
quick dip in the ocean although this time I didn’t swim since there was no one
to keep check of Pypeetoe
who is a puppy and whines on occasion to mention in passing that he still
continues to pee on his toes. I think the couple though understood better my
math “principles” once I told them how we came up with the Py
part of his name.
I can’t be precise, butt at around 2am this morning my dog had woken me up which has never happened before. He was very agitated and wouldn’t stop whining, even when I held him he continued to shake which again is something he rarely does and soon he began to cough and a choking spell continued for about 5 minutes. By this time I was fully awake. The next thing I hear are these very loud voices outside taunting me to come out and “take it like a man.” Although I was well rested and fully aware of the condition of these two characters I decided to simply dial 911 and by the time I got off the phone Pypeetoe was sound asleep and I then got into the rhythm of his beat.
