From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, April 09, 2003 1:42 PM
To: 'bruce.bigelow@uniontrib.com'; Bruce V. Bigelow, Business Staff Writer/Technology,(619) 293-1314 (direct)

Cc: rest
Subject: The meek with teeth shall inherit the earth

 

Bruce, your plea [Monday, April 07, 2003 11:05 AM] sounds so much like momworker63, could it be that you are in fact the mystery person who I have designated that 1% of NextraTerrestrial be set aside should he-she show her face in the flesh?

 

I got up a few minutes ago and turned on the TV to watch the Democratic “hair transplant” Senator Biden pleading on the CBS early morning show for Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld to show some “wisdom” in terms of what our forces do next. Would you be so kind as to forward me a telephone number or email address for our brilliant statesman so that I can help Mr. Rumsfeld help the rest of us here in the United States, particularly in California, liberate the masses from the out-of-control Wetherly Capital folks and their Democratic Party higher ups who with support from the French “atrocity” Vivendi masterminded the rigging of the recent gubernatorial elections that resulted in Governor “Ho Chi Min” Davis reentering the State House?

 

At a minimum please please please be so kind as to let me know whether you will be making a claim for the 1% ownership interest in my one website. Ultimately my hope is that each and everyone on this planet will end up owning a piece of NextraTerrestrial which I think will become a rather valuable piece of intellectual property.

 

Now remember it was this heart-wrenching plea for help back on 6-11 1999 that set me off on a course that has no end in sight or until such time as those of us who combat evil whenever we encounter it combine with those who are indifferent to put a handle on those like liberalist Bill Handle of KFI 640 who are anything but different, mostly taking up space, in an effort to place curbs on those who are overly rapacious, who play it incredibly fast and loose who not only feed off those of us centered but don’t blink an eyelid at usurping their rather limited authority while co-opting their less imaginative counterparts in covering up their tracks.

 

So if you were the Wetherly Capital folks right now, what would you be doing besides for trying to bury all the documentation knowing full well that I have my hands on the originals that should have had Richard J. Chivaro, Chief Counsel for the California State Controller's Office doing the right thing on or around September 11th 2002 rather than attempting to intimidate me into submission.

 

Once I have completed this e-mail I will be replying to Attorney Chivaro who back on September 8th 2002 threatened me with a “criminal” investigation. I plan to devote no more than 1 hour to drafting that e-mail which could therefore make it run as long as 10,000 words. Because of time constraints, no more than 3 hours per day on the computer, I may not have enough time left this week to delete you from my e-mail list although as you know your name does appear on the NTT delete list.

 

Be rest assured I will see to it that my programmers take care of your request no later than this coming Monday. By the way what did you think of the “notes” I took the other day while clicking my heels waiting for Mr. Jeffrey Krinsk? As you may know Mr. Krinsk received a call from someone at the San Diego Union Tribune who I assumed to be your boss as well as 60 Minutes. I assume it wasn’t you since I am sure you would have asked to speak with me knowing that I was going to be meeting with Mr. Krinsk.

 

Right this very instant my dog Pypeetoe has taken a pig’s ear that my other dog Maggie had found lying in The Cave and is in the process of trying to bury it under a towel. This is quite a scene. Unfortunately I don’t know where the camera is otherwise I would take a photo that shows his rear end pointed toward me, his hind legs fully flexed and his head darting back and forth hoping that he can get the job done before Maggie decides to simply bite down on his head, chop chop.

 

Last night I returned to The Cave to find my car had been blocked in by non-other than Mr. Sammy Haim. In addition to giving Mr. Haim who I hadn’t seen in months a driving lesson not even bothering to ask him whether he noticed anyone letting down the front right tire of my Mini Cooper S this past Friday Evening I also left him your business card before informing the other neighbors about their need to keep a look out or any stragglers in the area.

 

Interestingly Betty and Paul, two wonderful neighbors just west of the “Tree House” told me how Sammy’s one buddy Mark had come to them just before he left on a trip asking them to keep “an eye out” on his residence. Lo and behold a burglary took place with the burglar-s placing sheets up on the windows that for some reason Sammy “Old” Boy who doesn’t seem to be aging all that well didn’t find strange enough to call the authorities. Mark, who according to Sammy was always broke when not scamming investors on his “hair brain” ideas eventually collected according Sammy some $40K from his casualty and property insurance company.

 

As I mentioned to the neighbors who pretty much keep to themselves when not telling me to pick up after my dog, each one of us pays a very significant price when we allow a neighbor or tTOo to get away with playing it “fast and loose” to mention little of the 30 odd cents for every dollar of insurance premium that is set aside for legal costs and fraudulent claims and by now I assume you have read very carefully footnote 6 of the “Hey” email?

 

Right now Secretary Rumsfeld is giving a Pentagon Briefing so I will take a break.

 

It is now just a few minutes after noon and as I look back it has only happened once where Betty asked me to pick up after Pypeetoe and I was already on my way to get the appropriate equipment when I got distracted momentarily.

 

There is only one rugby player I know of, although I don’t think he played in the loose forwards who made it to the top of the corporate ladder and for the life of me I cannot remember the man’s name although the last name “O Reilly” comes to mind. The next time, however, Jeffrey Krinsk breaks bread with the late Senator Heinz’s wife and her sporting Senator “long jaw” Kerry, my hope is that Mr. Krinsk will remember to ask Mrs. Theresa Heinz, politely waiting of course for Senator Kerry to take a pee, about why she wouldn’t have chosen to marry someone like O’Reilly who played a real man’s sport and by all accounts looked like he had a decent head for numbers when CEO-Chairman of Heinz Corporation.

 

Bruce, I just took a very quick glancing look at the stock chart of HNZ and the last thing I would want to do is to give folks like Jeffrey Krinsk the impression I am back in the “shooting fish in a barrel” business of Shareholder Class Action Lawsuits [SCALs] but if in fact there isn’t already a full blown SCAL against Heinz then perhaps it is a good thing I have hung up my gloves for it is very possible that I may have lost the magic touch to assess a good claim just by looking at the ups and downs, going backwards and forwards, with of course a healthy dose of sensitivity thrown in, to mention little of do you know exactly when Mr. O’ Reilly left the company, more importantly what do you know about his stock trades prior to the precipitous collapse-s and what about this guy Bruno Gambino, the controller?

 

Now of course I wouldn’t know the difference between say a member of the Gambino crime family and the folks who rigged the last Californian Gubernatorial elections held on November 8th 2002 and by now you should have been able to hyperlink your way to seeing how a phone call from a Democratic Party campaigner lead to my helping George W. Bush overcome all the odds of winning Florida and of course thanks should go to two Democratic bigwig supporters, Mr. King Golden and Ms. Valerie Schulte who sent me an email just the other day that she will be retuning to her offices at the NAB on “April 14th. If you need assistance or need to reach me, please contact Pat Jones@pjones@nab.org.  Otherwise, I will respond upon my return.” So now I have another person’s email to add to my ever expanding email list and who knows Ms-Mr. Jones may be more interested than you in seeing the documentation you got to see first hand as you sweated it out in front of the Stonehenge II fireplace with my dog sniffing you up and down as if you carried the plague.

 

Right now I am suffering from a little bit of a cold the first in about 4 years. Mr. Krinsk thinks that I might get the SARS virus given the speed at which I suck in air while riding my Ducati racing motorcycle. Actually I practice holding my breath especially while accelerating through the corners. It takes sometimes less than 40 minutes to go door-to-door from Del Mar and who knows one of these days I might only have to take 10 deep breaths. You should try it some time by riding pigeon with me; first though ask my Dad, better yet have a cardiologist like Dr. Tierstein standing by at the ready to give you a “taxonomy” [sic] although you, likes most media people would probably do better with a teleprompter.

 

I just saw a statue of Saddam Hussein being toppled as the Iraqi citizens placed a rope around his head ipsofacto the last hyperlink. I think the word I was looking for was something like “trackochtomy” where they make a hole in the throat to allow folks to breath when they mix chew their words while eating. The word “koch” is South African slang for “throwing up.” Did you happen to notice how many people in the streets of Baghdad are running around in circles grabbing hold of mostly tires? Do you think these folks have learned anything from the “necklace” treatment that was dished out to those who supported the Nationalist Nazi regime in South Africa for some 40+ years? For some reason the brain dead black folks somehow forgot that it was the white folks who benefited the most.

 

Dr. Tierstein is a good friend of Mr. Krinsk and in fact I met Dr. Tierstein just moments before running into Mr. Krinsk at the infamous Matre D restaurant in La Jolla where Mds wore the infamous red-feather-hat. This morning when Marie Dion Stewart went off to classes with Sebastian Capella she looked absolutely stunning just like the other love-s of my life looked each and every day when showing up for work at IMS back in the 1980s where I mostly pondered Etcher’s evolutionary drawings. I just cannot wait for Sebastian’s website to be up and running when I will simply be able to turn on my computer for a live feed of not only perhaps the greatest painter-artist of our time doing his thing with an incredible sense of humor to boot, but to see a fashion that will make would make any runway in Milan or Rome, to hell with Paris, second rate.

 

I take it you have heard about this French restaurant which remains off limits to Mr. Krinsk’s, partner Mr. Finkelstein? Do you think they knew he was once a former U.S. Attorney? I certainly hope for their sake that the La Jolla elitists don’t decide to show retribution toward the French by marching up and down their restaurant which is located on La Jolla boulevard carrying placards, “La vengeance est douce au coeur de l'Indien.”

 

In my opinion the food is just okay and certainly the service is somewhat overrated unless of course you need an audience in which case this has to be the perfect spot in the entire world. As a man who knows his way around town do you think the principals of Matre D can afford to lose the business of two individuals to mention little of their incredibly beautiful significant others, baring in mind that Mr. Krinsk and Mr. Finkelstein rarely if ever dine out alone?

 

Now I might be pushing things a little here since it is always possible that Mr. Krinsk and Mr. Finkelstein feel it a whole lot safer being present together should either one of them decide to play pong with me, that in fact they may barely speak let alone share equally in their humongous profits. Dr. Tierstein though is another kettle of fish for according to some he has simply perfected the mechanics of shoving steel rods through patients, anything “butt art” [sic], who have mostly overindulged and I doubt there is any additional danger pay for when an artery is perforated and a rotten organ spews forth its filth, although for sure I don’t know really what Dr. Tierstein likes to eat for the simple reason I have yet to see him eat whenever he is around me and my significant other. He is though quite the clown.

 

Now you have to know I just love to kid around with Paul Tierstein who it seems is forced to jet between San Diego and New York City making out like he doesn’t have to work in order to make a living unless of course the residual income he gets from the contraption that he sold to Johnson and Johnson for umpteen million dollars has in fact kicked in to mention little of rotten folks’ poor urinary systems that get blasted to high heaven with all sorts of radio active particles.

 

Now of course I know next to nothing about stents although I know a thing or tTOo about what got a bunch of cardiologists up in Los Angeles hoping and praying that I have too much on my plate to offer a hand of assistance to the family of a good friend and client who provided the initial stent funding that emerged out of Cedars Sinai Hospital that then morphed into a whole variety of entities while Mr. Irving Cooper began to bite the dust. You may have read in one of my e-mails how Mr. Cooper played a pivotal role in bringing the current owners of the CBS Network to justice when he funded a patent infringement lawsuit against Westinghouse which may make the folks at 60 Minutes a little weary of acceding to my demands that any interview-s are done “live” although I may very possibly drop that demand should they agree to have Andy Rooney do the interview. Andy certainly got it right the other week when he nailed the French.

 

To be clear, Dr. Tierstein had nothing to do with these “good bed fellow” cardiologists up in Los Angeles although they certainly know one another nor am I jealous of Dr. Tierstein who has one incredible marriage but I think it is always good to place a doctor on notice especially someone as good as Dr. Tierstein who one might need one day to run a rotor rooter through your blood lines, i.e. it is not in any physicians interest to mess up no matter how much professional liability insurance he-she-it carries.

 

And if Paul ever gets to read this email and is so pissed off that he refuses to even break “maze” [sic] with me this coming Passover then I will simply make an appointment with my cousin Dr. Barry Molk who is up there with the best of the best. That last hyperlink shows cousin Barry on the shoulders of my father with his mother, my father’s sister, to the right of my dad, my mother alongside and my maternal grandmother peeking through the window. I don’t who that other woman is with the “doek” on her head although it is doubtful she was anyone’s maid. Assuming Barry likes this photo I chose of him, he probably wont charge me as much as the folks from Scripps remembering now my beef with Dr. Kelley.

 

Surely by now you understand how careful I really am when deciding to play “chess” with anyone, making certain as best I can that I have all the necessary backup, provisions are properly stored away and of course once we get rid of the current configuration of the stock market we no longer have to worry about nonsensical stuff such as safe harbor provisions, wouldn’t you agree?

 

Why not at least enter in to a debate with me on the merits as I see it of President Bush doing the right thing even at this late hour and calls for the suspension of trading of public companies, hangs out to dry, all the “audirtors” [sic] and their consulting buddies who feed members of the media nothing but a bunch of bull or would you see such action as a conflict of interest with your bread and butter?

 

I just noticed that Heinz has unveiled a new blue ketchup, I can’t wait to get to the “9-11” [sic] and get my hands on this item to see how much if any aspar-tame is contained per serving and whether or not the kids would want to see Heinz Red and Blue Ketchup on a blank white t-shirt appearing in our first run of “stained” t-shirts. Do you think it stains as well as say orange juice?

 

Bruce, did you know that the popular kid’s book whose title is Holes starts off with spelling things forwards “dNA” [sic] backwards and there is this one section at the beginning about “pig” and “Gipsy” and of course you know about the “pig” family I grew up with in Durban, South Africa who were the capos for the Nationalist Nazi Government that ruled with more than an iron fist while managing to sock away fistfuls of foreign currency to mention little once again of South Africa’s strategic minerals that remain buried to be uprooted at the right moment in time. My family happened to own a tea and coffee company called “Gip-sy” [sic]?

 

Now of course you don’t expect everything I write to work out just perfect nor though is anything perfect unless you can interpret Numbers from the Old Testament which I still have yet to read but of course you know that I know that Pythagoras got it perfectly right when he said, Number is the essence of all things, good or evil. I still haven’t got beyond page 10 of Holes but tonight hopefully I can make more progress.

 

Do you think Mrs. Heinz has kept her name on all the stock certificates in the event Mr. Krinsk and I are not successful in getting her current man in to the White House, over my dead body, and decides to spread her risk, cashing in piece or two, perhaps even donating to NextraTerrestrial to back someone like Mr. Devin Krinsk who has been there, done it, made a buck, lost a buck, but made lots of friends and acquaintances, hasn’t, most importantly, like George W. Bush, let his formal education interfere with his learning and realizes that Mr. Standard has all it takes to lead us all to the promised land without anyone going broke?

 

Which reminds me I need to send out at least 3 more emails to get out in the next 2 and half hours remaining of my 3 hour limitation on the computer, one to my attorney Mr. Ashworth to put his foot to the pedal, the other to a tenant of mine who emailed me a year ago yesterday that she received a call from Roger Hedgecock’s assistant that my wallet had been found although she didn’t mention the smoking gun evidence I had left with Mr. Hedgecock nor for that matter my Avenger “pitching wedge” which I sometimes refer to as a “sandwich” and the third to Attorney Cavuto. I probably will first probably get a couple of hours more sleep.

 

Quite frankly I consider Mr. Standard at least as good-looking as Senator Kerry and my bet is that Mr. Standard doesn’t suffer from the same inbreeding problems as Senator Kerry and us Lilly white “wheaties” folk, wouldn’t you agree?

 

I had hoped to get off this reply to you as well the 3 other emails yesterday to coincide with Erma’s email to me on April 8th 2002 which was 5 months to the day before Attorney Cavuto sent me this rather ominous looking e-mail which occurred on the same day Dr. John Ben Stewart threatened me with, “I will hound you the rest of your life” and as you know on September 11th 2002, just 3 days later, he carried out his threats to the T.  

 

I am assuming since you are such a worldly fellow that you have been to Machu Picchu and bore witness to the incredible artisanship of the Inkas although what really impressed me was the high stature of their women. There is one area that surrounds the temple at the top of the mountain that has this perfect shaped T junction that has been smoothed out by bare hands and stones that I am told register 9 on the “moses” scale. Why not ask you boss to ask Mr. Krinsk the next time he calls Mr. Krinsk to get more insight in to what makes folks go around and around in circles as opposed to Mr. Krinsk repeating what I already wrote in my e-mail to Detective Steele back on October 10th 2002.

 

Time to fly and remember to call before you stop on by.

 

Gary

 

Ps – Again, I am copying Mr. Sammy Haim as well as the co-managing partners of Wetherly Capital as well as their attorney Mr. William H. Jackson. In due course I will be following up with Mr. Jackson to make certain he has not only remained on track, a most “peeriless” [sic] course to boot, but has the wherewithal to direct his clients not do anything stupid like destroy documents, worse yet co-opt individuals who may one day have to face the like of a “skilled and experienced” attorney and of course he as well as folks like Professor Black, and Attorney Cavuto should make absolutely certain they are all “rained” [sic] in.

 

Pps – Some folks may protest that they don’t read all my e-mails which could prove their folly, wouldn’t you agree?