From: Gary S. Gevisser c/o Marie
Dion Gevisser’s email account
Sent:
To: Michael Winn - Del Mar Times journalist
Cc: rest;
Subject: Checking out...
As
much as I detest giving you more PR in this very hostile world, on the surface
all lovey dovey but underneath it all “we get a kick in the head, those are the
hard facts” the words of a friend who lived through the depression so
anxious of history within moments in time of repeating itself with a vengeance,
I am compelled to make one more electronic contact with you given my poor lack
of follow through in the SIGNIFICANTly
large broadcasted communiqué I sent you last evening, pointed out by a rather
large number of people including more than 10 Americans all under the ages of 21 who I met with earlier in the day when
getting my 2nd new cell phone in less a week repaired at the local
Verizon retail store, my “faux paus” contained within the paragraph beginning “King”.
Bear
in mind while making the Del Mar Times very happy, your bs non-threatening, never puts the status
quo against the wall, sending darts that don’t do any damage, not aimed at the
center of the corruption, you have to be afraid that had the DMT published my rebuttal to this
Bressler character you would lose your spot given how you consider yourself,
while way down the pyramid, “Mr. Controversial, Mr. Anti-Establishment”?
For
all I know this Bressler character could be a friend of yours?
An
elderly friend of mine stopped by the Cliff House just prior to you snooping by
with your dog and after reading this draft of a flyer-mailer I sent to a
local marketing firm to assist with a mailing to all the residents of Del Mar
thought there should be a “sic” following Bressler’s use of the word “hoarist”
when he referred to your head in his letter that trashed my very good name and
when parting declaring in a loud voice from the bottom of the stairs leading
into the Cliff House,
“Winn and his gang will gang up on you and remember
Jesus tried to straighten out this world and look what they did to him!”
Suffice
to say being sent to Coventry doesn’t prevent you from when checking on me to
wave to me each time no need though to do a whole song and dance stretching
your neck like an ostrich
as if proof of your refusal to wear a dog collar around your neck at least when
in my presence?
Just
noticing as another incredible athlete passes by the Cliff House, the ocean
rather still, I need to clean my Pypeetoe
Furthermore,
you, every single employee of the DMT
including its publisher and owners as well as each and every Del Mar City
council member not to forget those relatively few folks on my “sh1t” [sic] and “deafeningly
silent” list NOW
INCREASINGLY under the spotlight as Public International Attention comes to not exactly dull Del Mar.
Let
me also take this opportunity of sharing with you and new voyeurs an anonymous
call I received earlier while on the phone with my mentor Amos P. Wright who
besides for having lived through the depression has a solid economic-historical
perspective to know perfectly well that Del Mar is not depression proof, not
even close, Amos liking what I had to say in this communiqué
to an employee of Verizon wireless, the caller suggesting I should reexamine a
certain piece of information I have repeatedly stated occurred very shortly
after my Royal Mater, consigliore to
the richest and most powerful people in the world, “imploded” at the height
of her rather extraordinary career when she simply forgot her handbag in a hair
salon in Zurich shortly before this photo was taken of me looking out of a train
headed from Zurich, Switzerland to Kitzbuhel, Austria back in December 1967, instead such an event,
according to this caller whose voice sounded “sumwhat” [sic] familiar, “More
than likely took place in late December 1970 or early 1971, possibly in Arosa, Switzerland” just weeks before the
mysterious death of the richest and most powerful man in the world, the funeral
of Charles
Engelhard at St. Mary’s Abbey
Church in Morris Township, again and again drawing the likes of former
Democratic President Lyndon Johnson, former Democratic Vice President Hubert H.
Humphrey and no less disgusting Democratic Senator Edward M. Kennedy.
Need
I remind you that Senator Kennedy is the younger brother of
President John
F. Kennedy
and Robert
F. Kennedy
who along with their father Joe Kennedy, a supporter of Hitler and the first
Chairman of the Securities Exchange Commission who 4 years later in 1938 became
Hitler’s Ambassador to Great Britain just prior to continuation of World War I,
you don’t have to take my word on it, the evidence overwhelming all these
despicable characters and a whole lot more on the payroll of my DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] family.
You
would know why my Royal Mater in spelling out time and again in one
newspaper article after another not to forget her book The Winking Cat to boot, the names Aristotle Onassis
and his “arch enemy” Attorney General of the United States, R
One
thing you in your infinite wisdom may not have yet figured out at least as it
relates to my Royal Mater is her
failure to ever once make public mention of her very close relationship with my
uncle David
Gevisser,
her first husband, my amazing father’s first cousin who could you must just
take my word on it, at least for the time being until such time as the Justice
Department opens up a one-of-a-kind investigation of my uncle David’s DAAC family, simply confirming beyond a
shadow of a doubt that uncle DG, his son
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER to forget that
Checking
out!
Gg
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