To: Russell

Date: September 25th, 2002

Subject: Ccrest

 

So, to begin with, please do not go forward with Cchange. I want the name change to not only closely resemble the previous name, that being Sea Crest, I also want it to reflect a “tru-ism” I consider important, ipsofacto, Cc-rest.

 

I want the Minehead operation to reflect the most positive elements of light and to guard each one of us from tongue twisting techniques that empower few at the expense of the majority, i.e. “to fist chew on our words before uttering a sound and to only do so if we are prepared to put it down on paper otherwise to toss the thoughts into the waste paper basket” [sic]. Click on below to see what I mean.

 

My plan is that we will surround ourselves with the best and the brightest and take folks who need the most help, particularly those who play it fast and loose with the truth, on an educational journey of enlightenment that embrace all the sciences as well as the humanities that make our species so special.

 

I want to have as a symbol of this New Beginning a piranha that demonstrates that it is the meek who take care of their teeth who will be able to bite into the glory of the sacred place that borders our one spot under the son. I have interests in other locals around the world but I want Ccrest to be the flagship that will serve as a base for anyone who shares our value system, i.e. Do unto the neighbors’ kids as you would want the neighbors to do unto your kids to mention little of making the 12th Commandment, WORK HARD and PLAY HARD. I love the “etcher etchings” [sic] you already have but please throw in the piranha that sits in the back of my mini s.

 

The red mini happened to show up at a Starbucks on the day I walked out with my silver-black striped “bass” [sic]. They say that if you are going to be in an accident this mini with its 6 airbags may be the safest car on the road unless of course a “thk” [sic] wants to ride roughshod, or for that matter a “big bother” [sic] out of control,

 

The best thanks I get come from the folks I know who really mean what they say.

 

I do, however, like your color scheme of yellow and blue and naturally we have the ocean greens constantly blowing our way helping along no doubt with our Perfect Storms.

 

In my opinion, the problems of the world have nothing to do with religion or economics only poor parenting; sticks and stones break bones but words kill. We will be embracing, “Verbal [non-sic] remedies for solving the problems of the word” [sic]. The better and healthier each one of us eats the less negative impact we will have on the world’s ecology and the more likely we will all live longer, more importantly healthier, i.e. suffering from less degenerative diseases. It all begins with the right attitude to mention in passing the right kick-start in life. Check out Perfect Storm II at www.footsak.com . Footsak by the way is South African slang for giving someone a “kick in the rear.”

 

Sum folks have thought to make more of some of my previous emails and in the end that will be their undoing. I am absolutely certain that in the end I will be fully vindicated as sum try to gain advantage and take over my pivotal spot on the Perfect Wave formation about to break. What they don’t realize is that I have my feet firmly planted on the ocean floor, i.e. GG’s bottoms up schooling, “Thank God for small fishes.” My friend Anne Miller who passed away last Christmas day had this favorite expression was constantly aware that others would try and frame me. Click on below to a picture of 94-year-old friend shortly before she passed away. The tilting windmill is one of my prized possessions.

 

It may, however, take sum time for folks to come around. I am patient though. I know how to conserve my energy to mention little of the need for everyone to take deep breaths and realize how lucky we all are to still be able to breath considering the chaos in this world. And yes Russell, I know a thing or tTOo about Chaos Theory.

 

Right now I have the time to contemplate a number of things. It was Pythagoras who said it best though, "Number is the essence of all things, good or evil."

 

I don’t believe in many traditional concepts, particularly that of granting folks who do evil an escape hatch, which simply allows them an opportunity to come back time and again and play their same old naughty games.

 

Naught is not in my vocabulary, the same as the word "can't." The impossible, however, shall be done; miracles, though, take a little longer.

 

It is my hope that come the 100th Anniversary of Einstein's General Theory of Relativity a new dawn will emerge that will show that the speed of light is not a constant. A very close colleague of mine, Devin Standard, is currently involved in a project with sum of the best minds out to prove out once and for all to see, through a direct experiment using probably a Space Shuttle, whether in fact the speed of light is a constant or whether the speed of light may in fact increase through a vacuum which I believe it does. The implications of breaking the light speed barrier are profound. Check out Devin who may be the first of US partners to visit with you. He goes back and forth between the States and Europe quite a bit, particularly Paris where my hope is that he is chewing on more than simply escargot.

 

2005, however, is a long time away given the Chaotic imbalance in the world today, ipsofacto my desire to get that date with destiny speeded up a little. One of my lawyer colleagues, Jeffrey Krinsk, believes that I should make haste while the sun shines and not let little stuff get in the way. Jeffrey continues to believe that I have a one in four chance of seeing this Christmas out alive given sum of the heads I have been knocking into as of late and I have yet to fully launch Perfect Storm III which takes this one chess game right into the heartland of the European French.

 

 

I have made a point of not letting you get distracted by events that I am involved with on this quadrant of the planet but given my belief that although Jeffrey who may not be as good at math as I am, he does, however, have more experience than me in perhaps better appreciating that "desperate people act desperately."

 

Jeffrey is one of the very best plaintiff shareholder class action lawyers I know and you have to accept at this point that I know quite a few. The nature of our work brings us into contact with sum of the most rapacious individuals who build into their cost of goods the cost of getting caught. Jeffrey understands better than most of the attorneys I have dealt with over the years that I don’t believe it is right that these crooks be allowed to simply get away with a slap on the wrist, ipsofacto www.NextraTerrestrial.com.

 

I hope you have acrobat to check out this Hearst.

 

 

There is another email I will be sending out to a Mr. George G. Hurst of Hurst and Hurst that I will be copying you as well as my attorneys around the world, all however, in due course.

 

Jeffrey is not the only person who understands that if NextraTerrestrial gets off the ground we will have more than a paradigm shift in the way conflict is resolved, it could change the entire way we balance things out here on earth, perhaps as profound as the breaking the light speed barrier.

 

With that said, I have in fact proven out, at least to those who understand the basics of mathematics as in "statically sampling...standard deviations" that the number of repeat customers coming to our shores is more dramatic than those websites which are getting at times tens of millions of hits per day, as in the case of FIFA.com during the World Cup Soccer.

 

Ordinarily I would have written the previous phrase "Word Cup Soccer" and placed a "sic" afterwards to denote that there is sum sort of error in the expression in quotes. I am keeping the “sics” to a minimum today since I want to make sure I am communicating clearly with you and that you don’t be distracted by trying to read in between the lines, to mention little of going from right to left.

 

We are in fact in the process of launching 77 odd other websites including EmanANDdog, which has more than just a number of folks taking a second look. I happened to be involved in a joint venture that had software known as "Second Look" as part of our group's contribution to the JV with a spin-off of Robert Murdoch's Fox Corporation, the same folks who invented the electronic hockey puck that allowed one to get a better view of the puck as it moved through it paces.

 

 

My partners in that deal happened to be the folks who had the Internet rights to FIFA.com and who continue to be on the ball as in www.omniball.com

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I may not be a great soccer player butt I do know my way around the business world AND when necessary I can move very quickly if need be. Today, I operate wirelessly and can float like a butterfly and sting like a ... Those who really know me well, those who are familiar with my work product know that I am not someone to mince words.

 

With that said, unless you hear otherwise from me I want the name change to reflect both the look and feel of the previous ownership as well as embrace my future positive outlook that will hopefully result in each one of us taking a deep breath. I believe the name Ccrest does exactly that. Soon we shall celebrate with New Beginning Parties all over the world.

 

This past Monday I dropped Mr. Standard off at the airport on his way to Seattle. I spoke with him a few minutes ago on the shores of Lake Washington. He returns late tomorrow. September 26th is going to be a date that I believe in time the world will remember as the start of our celebrations even if things may not appear at first to be going our way.

 

In time the world will begin paying much more attention to what we have to say at www.Nextraterrestrial.com as well as the implications of GOD having DNA all part of OUR NAMEs, never though to MOC.

 

I am in fact a defendant in a lawsuit with the hearing set to begin 9am, tomorrow morning in Superior Court here in San Diego. I am not certain at this time whether I or my attorneys will show up giving the plaintiff who will likely get a copy of this email one more opportunity to think very hard about the educational journey I will ultimately take him on should he continue to play it fast and loose with the truth.

 

With that said, nothing will interfere with my plans this weekend where I intend to go for a bike ride with Mr. Standard and the Chief Financial Officer of a rather well known local hospital whose name begins with the letter S. On Monday after selling my BMW cruiser to Mr. Standard I purchased from this rather fine gentleman a 2002 Ducati ST4s which may be the fastest production motorcycle in the world, 0-60 mph in less than 3 seconds. Everything about this particular bike feels right all the way down to the color which is identical to my silver mini S that I purchased just recently.

 

Jeffery Krinsk as well as Devin Standard probably think I should be hanging out in the Hammer although they know I have nothing to fear other than fear itself given the fact that I have been very diligent in spreading the evidence of wrongdoing committed by others throughout the heartland of this great planet of ours which was our inheritance as long as we did good. Most of the people in this world are in fact good, trying to make ends meet. As you know though it takes just one rotten apple to screw up the entire Py. I knew I would find a way to have you check out my Pypeetoe.

 

 

Anne Miller never got to meet Pypeetoe who I got just a month before I took him to Peru with me although she spoke about him describing him down to the Ts and the right angle triangles which constitute the first part of his name and to this day he continues to pee on his toes.

 

Sum have suggested that I find a new cave to hang out in like the one developing just down the street from me the result of a recent rock fall.

 

One individual somewhat familiar with my "work product" although not all that aware of my political slant especially as it relates to Black people sent me the following email after receiving a rather intricate email I sent the "chief law-yer" [sic] for the State of California.

 

The only thing I think needed correcting that particular email was my reference to the State of California being the 7th largest economy in the world. I understand it may in fact be the 5th. You may not be aware of the expression, "As goes California so goes the rest of the country."

 

My concerns for humanity do in fact extend beyond the “Untied States” [sic] as I believe given the rage of the rest of the world we have all become much closer, to annihilation that is. My home country of South Africa is in my opinion perhaps the hottest spot in the world given the suffering of the 40 odd million indigenous folks who continue suffer at the hands of a government beholden to a minority who are hell bent on milking “whets” [sic] left of that country until there is no energy to turn on the lights and by that time the masses will have woken up to the fact that they are but a hop skip and a jump from getting their hands on nuclear weapons to mention little of the what the former Nazi Nationalist government were brewing over the course of their out of control rein.

 

I recently sent the minister of Finance for South Africa "a emial" [sic]. Should Mr. Manuel continue to ignore my communications I may very well take out an ad in a local newspaper.

 

By the way I ran this ad below in a South African newspaper resulting on a rather impressive response rate, again something we can talk about later in due course.

 

I have now lived in the United States almost 25 years and I still have a problem with this “World Series” bit. There are, however, many Americans who believe that the world revolves around America, although there are no other countries participating in this American past time that is starting to run into a wall.

 

Devin Standard just the other day put it rather well.

 

Now we are getting to the main point of this email which is to inform you and at the same time tell Dr. John Ben Stewart the former husband of my amazing “travel companion” that I have no intention of running into a wall nor do I intend to hide although I purchased just the other day a "rock" house that will provide me and my loved ones with a safe haven should they feel it necessary. My travel company just called to inform me that she made it through the night without a hitch.

 

 

Again, I have nothing to fear other than Dr. Stewart himself going off the deep end. That is why I am also copying Mr. Paul Hervieux who lives in the house belonging to the "love of my life" along with her two children from her marriage with Dr. Stewart. Dr. Stewart has been married now I am told a total two times. It will be interesting to hear what his first wife had to say as to why we never hear much about her.

 

I expect Mr. Hervieux to be man enough to stand up to Dr. Stewart should his ex-wife of sum 9 years decide to bar Dr. Stewart from her house for reasons not necessary to get into here.

 

With that said, I am also copying the goodytTOoshoes neighbors. I have tried as best I can be to be neighborly with the folks who live in my lady’s neighborhood even though I am in fact the one that travels the most and continue to keep a separate residence even when being in Del Mar which is where I mostly hang out.

 

On one occasion I was the catalyst in bringing in folks from the city of San Diego to help resolve a neighborhood conflict and avoid the lawsuit route. Although the folks in that neighborhood refer to themselves as Del Martians they actually live in the jurisdiction of San Diego which is a much larger although far less affluent community. I don’t remember though the goodytTOoshoes folks made of two lawyers, the wife not licensed to practice law in the state of California ever saying thank you to me.

 

I guess though the fact that the husband who remains a practicing lawyer witnessed my significant others’ will this past January and perhaps never took payment in lieu of the good deed I had done to mention in passing my contacting the City last week to have a stop sign installed on a rather busy intersection in order to protect the kids who mostly like to play at this one rather dangerous intersection. The gentleman who I purchased the Dukati from had to address the same sort of issues in his neighborhood although I could tell just by how the neighbors greeted him that his neighborhood is a much more together neighborhood than the one my very good friend and her kids live in.

 

I use lots of names to describe Dr. Stewart’s ex-wife but in the end it is my actions more so than my words that count the most. Again, though, it is the words that can kill especially when we are dealing with the young.

 

Russell you may not know this but I don’t have kids of my own but I consider the life of any kid worth saving to mention in passing protecting all limbs including the trees. When we lose just one child we run the risk of the child imploding and taking the rest of us with him and as we have seen in the Middle East even young girls are willing to strap bombs onto their bellies in order to prove a point or tTOo.

 

I have in fact come up with a number system that may help folks begin to “weigh” the words they use. You can see this by clicking on to

 

Let me know if you have trouble following the system.

 

We also hope to change the system of government. Right now we have not so private groups controlling the action of our politicians and yes I have smoking gun evidence of political corruption at the “high-test” [sic] levels of our government here in California by a rather rapacious foreign corporation. Please now take a look at our mission statement.

 

We need to remove the barriers that allow folks to hide behind screens that prevent the common folk from getting justice whether they be corporate entities or professional shields as in “professional courtesy” where a professional turns a blind eye to the mistakes of a colleague believing that one could turn may one day help them out in time of need.

 

It is time we stopped being distracted by crossing our Ts and dotting our Is especially when one with the help of a skilled lawyer can twist things around and around until they make us all dizzy. As you know there is more than one way to cross one’s Ts, hence the tT and somehow we have failed to pay attention to the animals with the tails who go around in circles that perhaps nature was trying to tell us something by cutting it off with the chimps. My plan is that we start forming smaller circles as in Oo and then before we know it we have an infinity sign and off we go, twisting and turning, having one hell of a great time, doing left right angle rotates, 360s until we start with 5,6,7,8 who do we appreciate?

 

We have though aways to go before we can all party.

 

Included in a maliciously fraudulent complaint filed against me by Dr. Stewart was a document prepareard by a colleague of Dr. Stewart. As you know the name of the game in order to operate any business is the need for insurance. Below is my take on the state of “the sic  insurance” [sic] industry.

 

Warren Buffet is in many ways the leader of the good times here in the United States. I happen to know quite a bit about his business as I ran one of the largest marketing publishing companies in the property and casualty industry back in the mid to late eighties.

 

I also happened to do a work assignment for a company called Home Fed back in December of 1988 when I went a little nuts after I uncovered sum less than stellar performance by the top executives running the show. It so happens that the President of the holding company of Homefed who was responsible for getting me the assignment in the first place as a step forward in my joining the holding company is currently involved in a multi billion-dollar joint venture with Warren Buffet.

 

I happened to meet with Joe Steinberg president of Leucadia National a few weeks ago for breakesast at a local joint known as Miracles. This would not be the first time Joe and I have met at this location which is a hop jump and stitch away from where he lives. Joe is in pretty decent shape when compared to most top executives although I probably could have made him a whole lot more comfortable if I simply discussed the birds and the bees to mention little of the great sword fish I hand delivered to him a week or so before we met to break breakfast which happened to be my third breakfeast of the day.

 

I am up most mornings at the crack of dawn, actually I am up several hours before the sun rises which is in no small measure one of the reasons why Dr. Stewart’s ex-wife and I live apart.

 

Joe Steinberg is a rather private individual and understands me pretty well. Naturally he would think I am “crazy” although he continues to meet with me even though I went “knuts” [sic] while trying to do the right thing for his organization which is no doubt the main reason he continues to meet with me. No doubt there are other guys around who would probably have more things to say to him which he would find appealing. I once suggested we both get into the ice cream business together. Now please understand I did not offer Joe a stake in Ccrest nor for that matter did I offer him a piece of Nextraterrestrial. Joe Steinberg is well aware that I have my own sources of capital if in fact I needed cash which is something I always know how to put to good use.

 

Mr. Steinberg also knows full well that I never signed a post employment Confidentiality Agreement with his subsidiary or Release of Claims stemming from that one assignment that goes back sum four years this coming December. Joe is not one of the most successful entrepreneurs on Wall  Street just because of luck to mention in passing his Harvard education. He knows a good numbers person when he meets them although I do a little bit more than add. Joe Steinberg has never, however, ever once questioned my numbers and understands full well the “share ware” potential of NextraTerrestrial.

 

Naturally he would prefer that I go easy on his partner Warren Buffet but he knows better than to ask me for a Happy Rapport. My assignment with Homefed began on December 1st 1998 and lasted all of 18 days when I had a car accident after deciding I needed to get out San Diego because his executives were driving me nuts wanting me to produce this Happy Report. I was up in Santa Monica outside the U.S. headquarters of my former soccer partners who I continue to remain very close to and just happened to reverse into a stationary vehicle. No one was in the rather large truck at the time and the only thing damaged was my rear taillight to mention little of my getting knocked out momentarily when I hit my head against the window.

 

I don’t remember all that much as to what happened next but I did end up in hospital for a period of 11 days suffering mostly from sleep deprivation. I was also given all sorts of drugs to calm me down and I was diagnosed as bi-polar. Now given the fact that the sun is probably also bi-polar this cannot be the worst thing to be diagnosed with to mention little of one psychiatrist I met with who I happened to like who decided shortly after meeting with me to go back into research. Whether this realization that he should go back to the classroom had anything to do with the fact that I knew as much if not more about the drugs he wanted to continue to prescribe for me remains to be seen.

 

Once I came to my senses I began to see the benefits of acting a little crazy in that such behavior doesn’t simply protect one from evildoers but more importantly it provides one with a window of opportunity to plan better one’s escape. The Daring Escape is a story written by “domestic partner’s sun” [sic].

 

I have another version that loads up quicker but I am in rather a hurry to address other matters of concern today.

 

I bided my time in hospital along with help from a rather impressive psychiatrist who recognized what had brought on my paranoia and gave me a number of rather ingenious suggestions as to how I could best get back in shape, “whatever you decide to do in terms of seeking further medial assistance make sure you can trust your physician that they are not part of some medical research group or have a spouse with extravagant needs.” This very good doctor didn’t need to mince words with me. As you can imagine once I get my bearings straight I am capable of getting my point of view across pretty well when “pooch comes to shove” [sic]. Anne Miller would always ask me “Where is your pooch today.” My significant other and I also share a chocolate lab and although Maggie is very cute she is no pooch.

 

No one likes to be pushed around and I don’t like to see the world repeating the same mistakes time and again, i.e. again and again, the problems of the world have nothing to do with religion for polticiaks just bad parenting. If someone has a beef with me then they should use the civil courts to seek a remedy or get their own website, not to do as Dr. Stewart did which was to commit perjury. This good doctor, however, did more than simply lie under oath he had tried to portray me as a sexual deviant plus plus plus.

 

Fortunately for me, the evidence is irrefutable in my favor as difficult if not impossible as it is to prove a negative. We though in math two negatives making a positive and I have though come up with a rather straight forward winning formula that essentially accomplishes the impossible. Dr. Stewart has surrounded himself with two individuals who I know for certain folks with common sense will realize have more than a few screws missing. One happens to be an out of control “Marianna” [sic] smoker with contingent liabilities from here to kingdom come and the other is a woman who has spent the past several years in and out of court trying to make out that her ex-husband is some major poor slouch. He may very well be that and more although I doubt it. I happen to know for certain what sort of mother this woman is given the characters that have been jumping in and out of her bed like it is a merry-go-round within full sight of her 3 children, going so far as to blame her eldest daughter for the breakup of at least one of her relationships. One of her boyfriends happened to be in the “Untied States” [sic] illegally paying his way driving back and forth to Oregon where he was “master” of a marijuana plantation using his 357 magnum mostly though to ward off bears.

 

Now there are a number of crazy laws on the books including some those relating to pot but until such time that the majority of the folks vote in favor of changing those laws I believe we have to stick what we have. I would rather have a few laws that protect the brains of the young than leave the books open to foreigners who simply buy off our politicians leaving the rest of us believing that we have representation in government simply because we pay our taxes.

 

My primary interests are Dr. Stewart’s former wife and their two children who I love and care for very much. It so happens that in expectation of the discovery process I have in fact begun to do sum homework in perpetration. In that regard I came across sum monies that are owed to Marie J. Stewart by the State of California under the control of the State Comptroller, Ms. Kathleen Conner who you may have realized having read my communication to Mr. Chivaro I have issue with as well.

 

Apparently the former Mrs. Stewart the II used to bank with Home Fed before it went into bankruptcy and was bought by Joe Steinberg’s Leucadia National Corporation, whose symbol is LUK.

 

Russell, I have been more than a lucky guy but it is in large measure because I keep my nose clean and when sum dirt flies in I make it a habit to get rid of it real good. So in the future when you see people picking their nose don’t be tTOo judgmental. I happened to have also found myself more than most in pivotal positions throughout my career and as such what goes around comes around has much more meaning to me than the average Joe blow. Now I have no idea whether Joe Steinberg ever did pot even though he grew up in the 60s, although he is a little bit older than Dr. Stewart or his neighbor Mr. King “pot head” Golden.

 

I have come into contact with the very worst society has to offer as well as the very best, ipsofacto bi-polar, realizing that there is both good and harm coming from being tTOo exposed to the sun. I am, however, rather conservative in everything I do as you will see in due course.

 

Sum might thing I am rather “judgmental” and they wouldn’t be wrong but first I give everyone I come into contact with the benefit of the doubt, looking first for the positive in them, helping steer them as best I can to do good. When however they keep making wrong turn after wrong turn then I go to war.

What most of my detractors are now beginning to realize tis that not only am I someone who sticks by the book, never once fiddled the numbers but I am more than simply above average in picking stocks although my public success in this arena is no doubt contributing to their psychotic behavior right now.

 

In December of 2000 I started a “mini series” of emails aimed at addressing the “indifference” of our top executives on Wall Street. The emails referenced four companies, Leucadia National with the LUK, AKAMAI which is “Lucky” in Hawaiian which was down on its luck, Chase Brass as in the symbol CSI which is a TV series here with sleuths up the kazoo and Revlon Corporation, the make up company with the symbol REV. I happened to hit the market on all 12 cylinders with a rocket engine to boost. I caught the two winners at their valley and the two losers at their peek. Anyone investing say just $500 and following my advice could have easily converted that amount of money into a $250,000. I happened to gift a friend $500 at the time and that friend did exactly that. Had I not been focused on helping out a damsel in distress I probably could have helped this friend quadruple his winnings.

 

Trust me know as sum folks begin to read this email their heartbeats are beginning to race just a little but there is going to be more revelations down the road. To bring you into the picture if you were to simply click on this hyperlink below you would see how prescient my timing was with all 4 corporations over the past 18 months.

 

In terms of laser speed I am now told we up to 10 to the minus 18 which is a whole lot faster than I was in the business of shooting lasers, and taking on the Westinghouses of the world who were hell bent on stealing this one company’s technology, a company that Mr. King Golden ended up being in charge, at least that is what he told me when I last broke break with him. I had a cracker while he unwrapped his staple diet in front of his boy who cannot be a day older than eight..

 

Back in the early nineties this laser company had achieved some rather impossible speeds of 10 to the minus 12 which is known as picoseconds. Mr. Golden got me to come to the rescue of that company is if you have been following things closely the same attorney who has been talking with Dr., Stewart, the same guy who in all the years I knew him could never make it to the coffee machine in the morning without first lighting up a joint or tTOo. To be clear on this point, Mr. Golden never once to the best of my knowledge ever once took a sip of coffee in the twenty plus years I have known him although he could pop a six pack of soda before noon and by tea time if there was sum “cheap wine” around he was always ready to inhale that tTOo.

 

Now you may ask why would I have even hung out with a guy like this? Well you might already be getting a good idea but you are going to have to wait possibly to read Manager Minute One which is a take off of the business “best sealer” [sic][ the One Minute Manger. I had asked Mr. Golden sum time back who he wanted to play him in the movie should I find a movie producer out there. I have a cousin who co-produced Saving Private Ryan. Mr. Golden will also likely receive a copy of this email but don’t worry he is unlikely to want to take it out on you or anyone else for that matter since I will also be offering him an escape hatch of a different sort, though.

 

In the end I might listen most carefully as to how I go about seeking restitution for the wrongs done to me and those close to me who may not be able to see the wood for trees. Deborah Sturman who is also copied on this email is a woman I have known less than I have known Dr Stewart or his ex wife or for that matter Mr., King Golden who is also an attorney. I may have already mentioned that point but I don’t intend to go back and check what I have written. I do, however, stand behind everything I write as well as say.

 

Ms. Sturman though although very bright is not altogether one of a kind, nor is she one to be pushed around. She is perhaps the person most responsible though for getting the German government and those companies that benefited from inmates of the Nazi concentrations camps to ante up with the recent $5 billion dollar settlement.

 

There are a couple more very close colleagues who I consider also very much on the ball who will have a say in how I decide to address those who believe they are above and beyond the rule of law.

 

I really am fully committed to find peaceful solutions that will allows us all to live as good neighbors and to take care of one another. The fact is there are quite a few rapacious individuals who spoil things for the rest of us and we need to hold them accountable. Yesterday before heading to the beach to check on the rock falls I sent out the following “meek with teeth” [non-sic] email:

 

One we have the rapacious folks in check then we can all celebrate as one new happy family, i.e. tribe. The picture below was taken at a family Passover dinner. I am in possession of the mahogany table as well as the mirror “flashING” [sic]. Perhaps one day we will place them both at Ccrest although I think they could be just as much at home in my new rock house.

 

Before I get the rest of the world to join in on the fun I am in fact attempting to reach out to my buddies from back home some of whom have not played as straight as they could have. Now would be a good time to join with the rest of us as we going about “sin-g-ING” [sic].

 

Time go fly with bird #1 and to go for a swim with my Chorse.

 

Gary

 

 

ps. Happy the bird is just one bird that was "rescued" from Dr. Stewart's garage. The woman with the beautiful head is "my Marie" the former wife of Dr. Stewart who is getting better looking by the day, almost a positive correlation with how Happy the bird is behaving which correlates positively with my positive outlook on life, never forgetting that two negatives make a positive. I have all the negatve folks identified and remember everything goes and comes in 3s.