Message 683
through 685
SUBJECT: Re: Hat Trick, an honest
Hat Trick
SENDER: dogtTOo
POSTED:
A REPLY TO: 682 by AaronBrown
POSTED:
Professor
It is going on
I am just getting back tu work, having inhaled one of the most delicious
“sandwedges” [sic] from the local “Bored & Brew” [sic] and the
Spanish-Mexican music is now once again blasting, Sammy Haim, my neighbor above
The Cave, starting to get used to what I would do if were Governor of the 6th
largest economy in the world a subject matter you no doubt find quite
interesting despite your protestations to the contrary.
Thinking of Mr. Krinsk Esq., quite the contrarian, below is the email I sent
out yesterday which of course u were copied on just before our lunch meeting.
http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/emile%20m%20-%20MOBBED%20continued....htm
So, what do you think of Mr. Krinsk having me for the very first time pick up
the check, c below
http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/rainwater-lunch.gif
that signature plus the writing above it I can assure u being as legible as it
is cannot by any stretch of the imagination be mine and before answering with
another of your moronic responses like, “I don’t think” take a look at the business plan
that Mr. Krinsk drew up for me, quite similar to a flow chart I produced back
in the fall of 1984 when faced with having to make some rather critical “life
or death” decisions as it impacted the prospects of employees of Insurance
Marketing Services many facing the very real possibility of being out on the
street the result of mismanagement by higher ups who could very possibly have
been schooled
by the likes of you.
Unlike my flowchart that showed folks how to approach going to the toilet,
designed to prevent the constant interruptions of the sewerage backing up,
mostly, it seemed, whenever the top dogs went to the toilet no doubt their
survival instincts amplified by their deficit needs wrecking havoc with their
colon, not for one picosecond was I surprised by your dissertation on the tax
consequences of my dripping paint on just a handful of my wife’s masterpieces
while attempting to dismiss the laser-like focus of my attack, i.e. putting you
out of business, Mr. Krinsk’s flowchart will undoubtedly light a fire under the
arses of fart faces such as yourself who if it means me having to possibly sell
one piece of my fine art collection will mean there will be sufficient monies
to maintain, ad-infinitum, the ad campaign I referenced in my email to Mr. Myburgh
an attorney in South Africa.
And of course you were copied, for the world tu c, on that particular email as
well, which can be accessed for your ever growing audience.
The same with the email I sent out earlier this afternoon, u et al understand full
well the legal courses of action u could take if I were to interfere with your
business, without just cause, the truth though as tough as it is for you right
now will ultimately liberate you and for those folks not copied on my email
earlier today to a Bank of America employee on this subject matter, just go
ahead and click on.
Now I am not suggesting that you take up the piano given the fact that I seem
to recall u admitting not being all that good at math, post 608?
I do though seem to recall quite vividly you making reference to two companies
besides for eRaider.com that you had said you had “run” although you have
repeatedly failed to provide us with the name of those companies, now insisting,
“I don’t know what you mean. I have
provided services (no quotes) for several companies in my life, both as an
employee and consultant.”
Perhaps Mr. Bamberger on your staff can assist you once again with your memory.
By the way I met a lady by the name of Sandy who is taking care of a new
neighbor of my wife’s who at 78 years of age is in the early stages of
alzheimers, Sandy telling me that her friend Mary, is an accomplished music
composer, Sandy’s friend not tu be confused with my wife whose name is Marie,
pronounced Ma-re, and of course if you were to think of my wife as a horse then
conjure up in your wildest dreams one of the greatest thoroughbreds of all
time, agree?
So any thoughts on my email on September 24th to the editor of Penthouse
Magazine, again a statistically valid sample of the world’s population saw your
name featured in the CC and R u up to understanding why
someone like Mr. Krinsk’s partner former U.S. Attorney Mr. Finkelstein would
choose of all places his new home in the Meridian Towers in downtown San Diego
once owned by former clients of mine, Home Fed.
And of course you have heard that a man’s home is his castle but wouldn’t you
agree that it is unfortunate when your castle is above and below others who
think similarly?
Again I have no reason but to love Mr. Finkelstein as much as I “currantly”
[sic] love Mr. Krinsk who I suspect is rich enough to not only buy the lot a
“hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from his palatial residence in Point Loma,
California, a lot he has for sum time been trying to push me into buying
perhaps thinking I could cause a short term run on the market, allowing him to
gobble the entire 10 odd mile stretch of prime real estate mainly catering, in
my opinion, to the gentile world of San Diego which must be the primary reason
Mr. Finkelstein has now chosen to live near the gas lamp district of downtown
San Diego where the bar scene is no where near as good as here in Del Mar
although as Mr. Krinsk correctly pointed out in our almost 2 hour meeting where
my dog Pypeetoe ate three quarters of the oversized T-Bone steak including the
filet section, for the first time ever turning his nose up at the bone which I
had returned to the kitchen since I was somewhat sickened by the pulse I
noticed when first cutting through the outer layers, I haven’t ventured that
much as of late over to the Plaza here in downtown Del Mar where if my mother
was still in the business of picking the best models and beauty queens in the
world she would simply pitch a tent on the veranda next to the Italian
restaurant Il Fornio and have my buddy David the barman hand out numbers while
updating his black book.
And yes nothing
gives me more pleasure than to kick your ass, u pompous clown, again until such
time as u decide to join the circus and leave town officially, I can only give
my opinion as it relates to your pitiful act.
I have this photo which u can access by clicking on the hyperlink that
has been described before but for new viewers it shows a woman on top of a
gentleman’s shoulder signing her life away on the outside balcony of a flat my
family and I lived in on Musgrave Road in Durban, South Africa just a
“hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from the Orthodox Jewish Synagogue at the corner
of Silverton Road.
Just east of where you see the dwarf in the photo standing,
and to his right was a waterfall, is a sign which said, “Please leave your
valuables before u jump!”
To the best of my knowledge no one ever jumped nor, more importantly, no one
ever sued my mother or father in all the 21 odd years I lived
in South Africa although it wouldn’t be tu many, much of a stretch to suggest
that my mother owned the press, and of
course like could afford to have the very best of the best attorneys in her stable.
Certainly, many would argue she had a license to print money, her accountant
and our next door neighbor Gerald Hackner possibly at this time walking on “sepulchers”
[sic] nothing though to do with my mother cheating on her income taxes,
Which brings me to the ad I plan to run this coming Yom Kippur in every single
newspaper, both English and Afrikaans in South Africa, that reads,
Gary
S. Gevisser & Associates
A Name From Here You Can Trust Over
Blah
blah
Much like the one time ad I ran back in the late 1980s that attracted folks
from all walks of life, mainly those who had either violated the Foreign
Currency Exchange Control Acts that were designed to protect the Apartheid
regime's foreign currency reserves, thinking of setting up “safe
havens” with someone who had the “golden
name”, a name
which the “non-white” community, in particular, trusting the likes of me, which
brings me to the speech that I suggested the other evening the orthodox rabbi
of our Temple should have given on Yom Kippur which I will repeat once again
for your new viewers.
As
much as it pains me at this hour, particularly the fact that I may not be able
to be with my family to celebrate the ‘breaking of the fast’ since it is
unlikely I will get support from any of the other leaders of community when
members of BOSS
don’t simply wiretap my telephone but decide to arrest
and then ban me, I am compelled by my read of the First Commandment, ‘I am
the Lord Thy God, who delivered the Children of Israel out of the land of Egypt
out of the House of Slavery, never to return’ which to me also means that
we cannot tolerate the slavery of others which is what this Apartheid regime
has implemented nationwide, no different to what the Nazis did during WWII and
what the English did to the Afrikaner people during the Anglo Boer War of
1899-1900, to instruct each and every one of you
here today, parents and children alike, to leave in unison this place of
worship that has been vilified by the likes of the Lazarus family who are all
seated below me to my right as well as above to my left, and to remind you all
what I have you read aloud, each and every Friday Night that is as holy as this
day of Atonement, ‘Guard my tongue from evil and my lips from speaking vile…
May the Lord Bless you and keep you, may he cause
his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto u …” [sic].
Professor, u may have heard of Professor Doctor Rabbi Abner Weiss who besides
for being my family’s closest friend, perhaps no one on this planet ever having
questioned this rather brilliant individual as much as me, was at one time the
rabbi of a Jewish congregation just up the road from you, in Riversdale, New
York City, David Levy who I referenced in my previous post, a choir boy, the
choir located behind a curtain in the "attic" of the Temple, not much
of a protection from the airborne feces that were especially intense on Yom
Kippur.
And of course I don’t believe for an instant that is why Mr. Levy is today
president of an Orthodox Jewish Synagogue in nearby
Come to think of it I just remembered your Post 505,
“In the early 1980s there were two restaurants my
Right this very moment as I stretch my legs above the ground, not tu suggest
that u ran those 2 companies into the ground but again why not share with us
more of your Curriculum Vitae, I am while typing this post going thru the email
I sent out to Mr. Myburgh just before meeting with Mr. Krinsk yesterday to see
if there is any way I can make it clearer to brain dead individuals such as
yourself although only u know for certain how damaged u r and how much is
"put on" in order to cover up your own insecurities, particularly
your incredibly pathetic record of achievement in the real world, agree?
It will probably take me no more than another half hour or so to read thru the
remainder of that 5,113 odd word email, the last thing I did was add a
hyperlink to the "game plan" which again was Mr. Krinsk's
contribution to my getting the word out on the "smoking gun evidence"
in my possession of corruption at the highest levels of the Democratic Party
which, in my opinion, is so cataclysmic to the likes of the ruling elite and
those like yourself co-opted to do their dirty work that at this time has them
all without exception in a deafening silent tailspin, to mention little of my
adding just prior to that hyperlink the word "up" which you can now
see with a green background which by now you should know has u reading the word
from right to left as well as left to right.
So has your wife chosen a dog to
replace you yet in her bed, at least admit it is harder getting up, in the
morning, I expect, though that you have been doing your Pilates, never
forgetting to breath in to the count of 5 all thru the nose, and “bleed out to the count of 5 all thru the nose” [sic].
As always, I’ve tried to not only hold your feet to the fire
but keep your audience entertained, knowing that it is just a question of time
be4 what is yours is mine, those assets which I think
are worth keeping.
So what do you think of having a hyperlink to my Yom Kippur ad that will have
Jewish populations all over the globe violating, in all probability their
farce-fast, reading as follows:
INFORMERS WANTED. WE WILL PAY 20% OF THE NET RECOVERY RESULTING FROM
INFORMATION U PROVIDE REGARDING PERSONS AND THEIR ENTITIES THAT HAVE VIOLATED
THE CURRENCY EXCHANGE CONTROL ACTS AND HAVE CIVIL LIABILITY AS A RESULT.
By the way,
Professor, would you know of any chemical importers who have been paying ocean
freight charges for umpteen years and of course if they r one of your clients that are long since
dead and buried please don’t even bother responding with, “No.”
And by the way I suspect your knowledge of physics, like your math like your
pitiful body isn’t worth the paper it is written on to mention little of your
knowledge of Socrates which may be even less than mine and of course I expect
that given all the time you currently have on your hands you are now looking
like this hyperlink
and remember
Try enlarging it and placing it on the ceiling of your bedroom assuming of
course you and wife still share the same bedroom and you haven’t deciding to
join with Mr. Newell
Starks, the missionary.
Right now my right hand is all bloodied the result of an earlier accident this
morning trying to get out of the way of the folks who are preparing The Cave
for another round of New Beginning parties which first began to take fold back in December 2000.
And of course it almost goes without saying that if that is not the case, that
your wife has decided your farts are simply to much, just use a pulley type
device to put Michael’s picture on the ceiling of your private bedroom so much
so that in the event there is a knock at the door u can retrieve it in short
order although should someone just decide to break down the door and u r caught
red handed then
consider trying the following excuse:
“I am in to Black Power. I believe in
Jesus Christ who I believe was as Black as the Ace of Spades and all I was
doing just before you barged in was my Pilates, stretching my arms to the side
before starting the bicycle maneuver, and I must now run to the toilet, and of
course I cannot shake your hand the goo on my hands is what I picked up when
last visiting the Lincoln room where u know Bill ‘Wallpaper’ Clinton at one
time… okay perhaps it was more than 10X he hung out with one or more interns.”
Before I forget, below is a summary of my post 676 through 681 with changes in
green
http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/676-681.htm
Now do your best, be more specific what matters in that posting you are not
clear on which I will take up with Poli
Pollak the next time he, Devin Standard and I have a conference call which
again you along with anyone else on the planet will be invited to participate
in.
In the beginning…
The Pisser
