From:
Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, May 11, 2005 9:14
AM PT
To:
Cc: rest; Moses.Kgos
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable
“Hey”
[sic] head trip,
Its
going to be interesting how Moses Kgos
Could
“u” [sic] let us all know when last you wore "bling bling" cufflinks possibly like these?
Take
good care!
Gary
S. Gevisser
A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over
There
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count 119]
-----Original Message-----
From: Ramuedzisi,
Sent:
To:
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable
Fuck off butt head
From: Gary S. Gevisser
[mailto:
Sent: 09 May 2005 22:10
To:
Cc:
Subject: FW: A Modern Fable
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Monday, May 09, 2005 12:33
PM PT
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable
I thought I had already done
not only a good job of explaining who I am and what I am about but how
precisely I intend to have you chew on your words from now until Kingdom come?
It is possible you were not
included in my broadcasted missive to representatives of Wells Fargo Bank
earlier this morning so after getting on your hands and knees and giving me
this instant 3600 pushups followed by 4200 sit-ups go this posting
on the Wells Fargo Yahoo Message board and read very carefully how in rather
simple English I have the headline news of the day in the words of my 88 year
old mentor Mr. Amos P. Wright, “well covered”.
Bearing in mind the likes of
Mr. Wright understand the “significant”
amount of attention paid to such message boards, the most incoherent being some
of my rather “skilled and
knowledgeable” former SCAL [Shareholder Class Action Litigator]
clients knowing perfectly well there is no point in even trying to “yank
my chain”, more “bang for their buck” sending very clear
signals to former and current employees of these public corporations both for
“pre-discovery” as well as “discovery” purposes, to
mention little of Amos P. Wright having known me since I was 27 years old with
already back in 1984 a rather impressive track record “tucked under my belt” able to
attract his attention and what has been the most incredible “lifetime interest” from a rather
brilliant life, Mr. Wright both a United States Marine as well as Navy Officer
in World War II who as a very young lad impressed the hell out of Mr. Mason
Houghland owner of Spur Oil,
the only man to have “stood up”
to the scoundrel John D. Rockefeller.
Your decision to “loop
me in” with the rest of your and
May I strongly suggest you
now pull out all stops to ensure that you and anyone else doesn’t do
anything more stupid to interfere with Mr. Tefo’s exceedingly logical
“pursuit of the truth” until such time as I arrive in South Africa
where I will personally “kick your butt” from then until Kingdom come
without ever being so dumb as to threaten you with physical harm which is how
in fact I assess your actions in looping me in with your so-called friends, all
of you no doubt having had a lot to say for yourselves when out there drinking
your wine, gobbling up your food along with all your bs small talk all paid for
courtesy of the Lilly White Wheaty Eaters having essentially bought you off,
wouldn’t you agree?
On the other hand given all
my other priorities which include sitting down this afternoon to go through the
itinerary in preparation for our motorcycle ride through Europe next month I
may very well have to simply stick to continuing in this vein embarrassing the
crap out of you versus following you around less and able to attract even
barflies, relying instead on our increasing number of informers to feed me with
all your latest bs including how much older you are looking.
Furthermore should you
decide to respond yet again without first bothering to “fall on the
sword”, so awesome our great President, the most honorable George W.
Bush, telling it exactly the way it is to those “liberals” in the
west who sold Baltic States “lock stock and barrel” following WWII,
the past, the future all coming “to-get-her” [sic] in the Digital
Age, nowhere for those supportive of big government to ensure they get the
first of the handouts pulled from the pockets of the mostly hardworking masses,
the rich of course have never come close to paying their fare share of taxes,
and the rich in the United States so well represented amongst the SCALs heavy
duty supporters of the liberal Democrats, may I strongly suggest you carbon as
opposed to blind copy your lawyer-s or simply have them communicate directly
with me.
Gary S. Gevisser
A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over
There
Ps –
Feel free to let me know what it is exactly you don’t fully understand by
draft 15 of our INFORMERS WANTED ad which has since been reduced to 142 words.
Ps I
– Were either of your parents like Tefo’s mother imprisoned during
the 1976 Soweto riots and if they were not when did they or your teachers
inform you that your enemy was not the Afrikaner people but us Lilly White
Wheaty Eaters, most us liberals, nothing to stop either President John F.
Kennedy or his sellout brother R
Let
me know at what point you think you might be ready to sign a referendum calling
for a moratorium on any further extraction of gold from anywhere in the world
where the DAAC are in “command and control” leaving it
up to the likes of me to deal with supporting those workers currently dependant
on the DAAC to eat right and be
entitled to at least 8 glasses of fresh drinking water a day, water the most
basic and precious human right, all leading to healthy mind-healthy body.
And
of course you will let me know your take on the extraordinary coincidence of
MG, son of David Gevisser, the “male heir” of the American Charles Engelhard considered by those of us
in the know as the largest supporter of Democratic politicians particularly
President John F. Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson
during the height of the Apartheid regime, being “chosen” as the
autobiographer of Thabo Mbeki’s autobiography.
Yell
to your friends should you want more rope to hang yourself.
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DRAFT
WANTED
DAAC
INFORMERS
DeBeers-Anglo American
Cartel is a multifaceted, hard to
penetrate, multi-national conglomerate that has brilliantly engineered total
control of the diamond industry, its tentacles interwoven in an elaborate web
obscuring its multi-head.
DAAC
has reined over the business world above and beyond any international public
scrutiny, always staying one step ahead of the law beginning when the new
President of the United States in 1933 following Franklin D. Roosevelt’s
election the year before made it illegal for U.S. citizens to own gold, the
same year Joe Kennedy, a supporter of both Hitler and FDR was made chairman of the Securities and Exchange Commission
and 5 years later in 1938, one year before World War II broke out in Europe,
appointed ambassador to Britain.
Diamonds, unlimited in supply but carefully
“parceled out” to those “currying favor” with the DAAC is also the most acceptable
lightweight medium of exchange when dealing with governments “out of
favor” who parcel out favors to those doing their bidding, no bargaining
when invited to the DAAC’s
Central Selling Organization headquartered in London, England, such
“sight holders” being counted on if choosing to remain part of this
very select club to keep their mouths shut, loose lips cost more than
battleships, in war money no object.
The DAAC’s
money making-laundering machine going on in perpetuity which
“to-get-her” [sic] with slick Madison Avenue marketing, “A diamond is forever – a
girl’s best friend” and friends with quite the Hollywood
connections not only helped finance Hitler’s war machine, the greasing of
the wheels made all that much easier by having again the same friends
advocating “appeasement” of Hitler in the right positions at the
right time.
Controlling the minds of the shell shocked
masses eventually led to corrupting each and every government around the world,
Dutch Sandwiches facilitating the masking of this mafia of mafia
organization’s corporate as well as land ownership.
Today the next generation are coming “face
to face”, the result of the Digital Age, information traveling at
light-speed with who exactly was responsible for not only the mortgaging of
each successive generation’s future through out of control real estate
development but in being able to go “back and forth” as opposed to
around in circles the young and the restless less and less defenseless
can better evaluate the causes of war and who exactly stands to benefit the
most when the population eventually explodes.
Internet websites such as
www.SupremeInternetCourt.com
bridge the gap between people that know and do “knots” [sic].
Information of money
laundering activities by the DAAC
will be invaluable in exposing the nefarious relationship between untraceable
currency, real estate development, and political manipulation of population.
Help safeguard the next
generation’s remaining rights and privileges by sharing your knowledge to
apply pressure on the DAAC to do
the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing, making right
on their wrongdoing by first opening up their books to international public
scrutiny, mitigating the possibilities of the DAAC
resorting once again to fermenting unrest amongst those population groups least
able to defend themselves.
Support also the suspension in the trading of
shares in public corporations, thereby protecting the uninformed investors from
stock manipulators. Those well run public companies should have no fear for
they will be at a competitive advantage relative to the capital that has been so
smartly socked away.
The scars of 1907 remain on the masonry
buildings housing the stock exchange of Wall Street. The fundamentals of the
economy at that time were much worse than in 1929. One man J.P. Morgan saved
the day, not so lucky for the victims of 1929. History has a way of repeating
itself but today the "risk markets" are more fragile than at any time
in history.
"Risk assessment" is my business.
I can be reached at gsg@sellnext.com
Gary S. Gevisser
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-----Original Message-----
From: Ramuedzisi,
Sent: Monday, May 09, 2005 9:46 AM
To:
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable
Now really who … are you? I’ve
asked you nicely to remove my name from your mailing list and you persist to
send me useless e-mails. I don’t know who you are and you
don’t know me either. I don’t wanna be in your circle of e-mail
buddies, nor do I want you to be in my circle.
From: Gary S.
Gevisser [mailto:
Sent: 08 May 2005 23:01
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject: FW: A Modern Fable
-----Original Message-----
From:
Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
Sunday, May 08, 2005 1:49 PM
To: John K. Pollard Jr.
Cc: rest;
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable
Ok, so you want to hear the rest of the “donkey” story my extraordinary Royal Mater wrote in November 1968 following the wedding of Ari Socrates Onassis to Jacqueline “Clap” Kennedy on October 20th 1968 where according to the newspaper story contained in the "extra”" hyperlink Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman was tasked by Ari with "protecting" the former First Lady of the United States, may the Good, Almighty SMART G-D continue to bless us with the presence and wisdom of our great President, the most honorable George W. Bush and his incredibly sexy and so smart choice wife Laura, bearing in mind how my mother without being so stupid to tell me “what to do and how to do it” suggested going on 20 years ago how I could invest my hard earned monies without “blackening my hands” by investing in “up and coming local artists” “although-ugh” [sic] Reg Gammon [in the background between Zena and me] was already close to death when I purchased his “blue donkey” anything but a masterpiece that increased significantly in value following his death, not to forget to join us at 2 PM PT as we cruise in the Mini Cooper S checking out Delmartian artists part of the Mothers Day Weekend artist studio and garden tour, tickets available at the off-track gallery in Leucadia at 914 north coast Highway 101, corner of Hwy 101 and “Lukadia” [sic] Blvd.
PIC. JACKIE ONASSIS WITH
THE CHARIOTEER
PIC. ARISTOTLE ONASSIS
GREEK GOD IN THE MODERN IDIOM.
PIC. VIEW OF THE THEATRE
AND THE TEMPLE OF APOLLO AT DEPLHI
The magic air of the gods can make one
hungry and on the way back to Athens we stopped at a small village to enjoy a
baby lamb roasted on a slow spit. Excepting that the head had been previously
removed (out of courtesy to me)
the lamb was served split down the middle, lunch for two and washed down by a
couple of glasses of Retina wine, we ate the lot! What did the Oracle say
“Nothing in Excess”? Of course that can also mean Nothing (or) In
Excess that is the story of Greece and the Greeks. Go buy yourself a taste of
their “Donkey Summer”.
Pics Story Copyright
Why “Donkey” summer? The Greeks
have a word for everything. Picture that slow plodding much maligned donkey far
in the rear, not expected and suddenly he’s there delivering the goods.
When the European summer is over, almost gone and forgotten, September slips
into October and November and still in Greece the sun is shedding warm rays
insisting, like the donkey, that the end of summer can bring the best.
By courtesy of Aristotle Socrates Onassis,
119 South Africans and myself winged our way from Johannesburg to Greece in
time to enjoy a few days of “donkey-summer”. The warm November days
had nothing to envy of July and August. Blue skies competed with the beauty of
the even bluer sea and as my countrymen toured Athens and the ancient sites of
the Acropolis and Parthenon, within an hour or our plane touching down, I was
on my way to Delphi.
Delphi-that pre-Christian holy citadel of
man and home of the young god, Apollo.
To those uninitiated in Greek history and
mythology the Oracle of Delphi may have no significance, however, there are few
who are not familiar with the wise proverb em
Apollo was short of officials for his
sacrificial temple at Delphi and one day meditating his problem he saw a fine
ship. He quickly turned himself into a dolphin, swam out to the ship and towed
it into the Gulf of Corinth, where, with the help of Zephyr (the west wind) he
bought it into harbour.
Apollo transformed himself into a handsome
young man and informing the men that they would never see their wives and
families again he suggested that they join him and learn the ways of the
immortals.
My mind was full of all these legends as my
companion and I sped along the wide modern roads that lead from Athens to the
southern slopes of Mount Parnassus. Suddenly to the North and East rising
almost perpendicularly were the Phaedriade cliffs. I held my breath as the
Cadillac in which I was traveling turned hairpin bend after hairpin bend. (I
thanked heavens I was not in a bus, but, would have preferred the smallest Fiat!) Passing through the
town of Arachova, perched like an eagle’s eyrie, nothing had prepared me
for the wild beauty and austere grandeur of the Sanctuary itself.
To greet me were the eagles, Zeus (Jupiter) eagles.
Circling as in the past when Zeus set two eagles to fly round the earth, one to
the East and one to the West to discover the centre. They met, and to all
intents and remained at Delphi.
Befitting the home of the gods, the air was
champagne quality. I climbed slowly and reverently towards the remains of the
Temple of Apollo and the site of the Oracle. In my mind’s eye I could see
the vapours rising from the now extinct cavity. The prophecies of Apollo were
pronounced through the mouth of the priestess, who in the beginning was a young
virgin. However, young virgins ran out of favour after rumours of an orgie with
a young Egyptian and a woman over fifty was found to be more suitable!
There is no question of the Oracle of
Delphi’s political, philosophical and religious significance to the then
world. Great leaders and statesmen consulted and were influenced by the
“phophecies” [sic].
Bringing gifts, they first had to bathe in the Castilian Springs below the
temple site, before presenting their problem. Here is another name from the
wealth of legend and myth.
Castalia was a beautiful young girl from
Delphi with whom Apollo fell madly in love. She, being a virgin and knowing he
was a god, frantically ran from him and climbed the sheer rock of the Pheadriade Cliffs. Seeing she
could not escape him, she threw herself off the cliff and fell dead near the
spring which was then named after her.
Standing where the waters flowed I looked up
at the menacing Pheadriade rocks and suddenly remembered the friend of my
childhood, Aesop and his fables.
For Aesop’s fate was that of many
believed to be sacrilegious and he was thrown off the cliffs down to the ground where I
was now standing.
Many believe Delphi to be the precursors of
such institutions as the United Nations Organizations and certainly some of the
prophesies were just as ambiguous as the present day pronouncement: for
instance when a king asked about a certain battle he wished to fight, came the
answer, “If you cross water a kingdom will be lost”. The king
thinking this meant his success attacked another country – he was then
defeated, but the Oracle of Delphi had not been wrong! Or how about when asked
if a child about to be born would be a boy or a girl, the priestess chewed her
laurel leaves, went into a frenzy from the vapours and pronounced “Boy No
Girl”, which if it were a boy had meant Boy-No Girl and if it had been a
girl meant Boy No-Girl!
Thus were the early priests of the Temple of
Apollo surely amongst the world’s greatest psychologists.
Little remains intact of the Sanctuary, but,
in spite of the sacking of hundreds of statutes and works of art, by the Romans
the museum is full of exciting archaeological finds, in particular the Charioteer, which is the finest bronze
antiquity seen by modern man.
Gg
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-----Original Message-----
From: John K. Pollard Jr.
[mailto:jkpjkp@alum.mit.edu]
Sent:
To: RFagg
Subject: A Modern Fable
Years ago, a city boy, Kenny, moved to the country and bought a donkey
from an old farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey to him
the next day.
The next day the farmer drove up in his old truck and told Kenny, "Sorry,
son, but I have some bad news, your donkey died."
Kenny replied, "Well then, just give me my money back."
The farmer said, "Can't do that. I went and spent it already."
Kenny said, "OK then, just bring me the donkey."
The farmer asked, "What ya gonna do with a dead
donkey?"
Kenny, "I'm going to raffle him off."
The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead donkey!"
Kenny said, "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead."
A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked, "So, what happened
with the dead donkey?"
Kenny said, "I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at $2 a piece and made
a profit of $898.00."
The farmer said, "Didn't anyone complain?"
Kenny replied, "Just the guy who won." So I gave him his $2 back."
Kenny grew up and eventually became, the chairman of Enron
