From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject: Parachute
D – almost done – I know how busy u r to finally
close that huge deal so why not let Jake
read what I will be sending over to be forwarded to your uncle Jonathan Beare
once I get my 2nd cup of steamed milk with a tot of “canine” [sic] here at Starbucks on
the corner of 15th Street and Highway 101 in downtown Del Mar,
running into several people on my email list including our friend Helen who
purchased Marie’s house last year this time and Tracy one of our “rich chick” Jewish friends
from San Fernando Valley looking like she has finally found the right stud
to keep up with her.
Don’t
forget to pay Jake like I do our JoNathan $1 a minute including the time it
takes to click on to the hyperlinks I have kept in since it will while making
him financially independent of u help make him and his future bride understand
better how incredibly close we r to implementing a world wide economic solution
that is geared toward preventing elitists from “fcuking up” [sic] the works given how
effective we r in holding them in check, their main goal as it has been from
the beginning of time to prevent grass roots organizations from forming, and
when they do planting spies within the rank and file who then with the wheels
greased move up ranks becoming the top dogs
in no time at all until such time as they become to enamored with their own
good looks, and then chop chop the cycle of violence
repeating itself time and again.
Never should Jake forget the
financial support of the Nazis during WW2 by the South African Oppenheimers
– interesting a series of conversations yesterday with South Africans my
age totally unaware of events taking place in South Africa soon after the likes
of my amazing dad finished bombing the crap out of the Nazi bastards, their
denial enough to make both Jake and his younger brother Joseph vomit
uncontrollably.
And had our
“uncle” Jonathan Beare been listening in there wouldn’t even
be a need to communicate anything to him in writing – he would have by
now chartered Air force One arranged with President Bush to be refueled in the air,
already possibly airborne, spending the next 24 hours in an
effort to beat me to die the richest person in the grave simply parachuting in
boxes containing copies of this missive with the letters www.EmanANDdog.COM
stamped on the outside of the box along with the word “Has-id” [sic] starting out in
Melbourne, Australia my
CASH FOR INFORMATION- DO THE RIGHT THING,
& GET PAID
Not
to suggest that Jonathan was on the payroll of South Africa’s secret
police [BOSS] that provided the down payment
allowing him to buy up Amsterdam’s main street in the 1970s making him
possibly the youngest self made Godzillionaire
in the history of our species.
Love,
