From: Gary S.
Gevisser
Sent:
To: Debbie Lokanc
Cc: Joe Grundfest
Subject: FW: 13414 Barbados Way -
Perfect Storm XXX
Debbie,
I apologize for the delay in getting back to you. Yesterday was another one of
my typical lunches, dinners, and of course never forgetting my daily exercise
routine.
I just
added a couple of footnotes to the email to Jeffrey Krinsk who shouldn’t
have you bothered in the least. Jeffrey is currently in a race against time and
probably hasn’t even got to an email that may have been booted off his
server. I was expecting an offer last night on a property I own up in
Again,
working from the bottom up, bottom fishers tTOo boot;
Twice
you repeat your telephone number. God only knows how many of your business
cards we have around that I hope to put to good use once my own run out to
mention little of all the trees that are destroyed while we stick it to our
northern border friends with increased tariffs forgetting it seems that they have
a lot of other things we might be needing in the foreseeable future, gold,
water and whathaveyou?
With
that said you appear to heading for a meltdown
and I have yet to really get going with the www.sellnext.com
website. Marie came up through with what I thought was quite a neat idea just
as you were leaving a message on her answering machine the day before yesterday
just before I headed out to the Stonehenge II retreat. The ride back was kinda
bumpy with the back of my friend’s truck full with God knows how much
wood. I was going to use the word “pot full” which is a South
African expression meaning a “hell lot” and of course you know by
now having read the sort of stuff that keeps folks coming back time and again
to my websites that South Africa grows some of the best pot in the world aka
Durban Poison.
There
are a number of poison pill provisions that I place in each of my E-mails to
get folks to wake up and smell the oil at least visualize what it might mean if
the fires in Kuwait to mention little of the fire in young black South African
bellies were to suddenly ignite. At this time I will choose my words ever so
carefully having planted a number of seeds in the right “colorful”
spots that should bear fruit and with a bit of luck we all might be around to
harvest and enjoy.
Also
copied on these particular E-mails are a number of real estate folk some with
South African connections, some of whom are far more in the know than others,
few if any of them know each other but it will get interesting in the hours,
days and weeks ahead to see how they each react to some of the things they know
to be hard facts which in turn depend on how well informed they are, i.e. where
on the totem pole do they sit.
Everything
is relative and until such time as one knows everything about the next person
much like the way the markets are supposed to work certain folks will remain at
a competitive advantage to the rest; yet if the markets are working right no
one really knows exactly what is up or down let alone when or if the item being
offered will move up or down or even sideways given a big enough jolt. Once,
however, the markets get tTOo
topsy turvy even those of us blessed with midget sized brains will be able to
rise to the surface and start having more in common with the genii out there
with bottles of rum and cigars to boot.
There is
a story I have somewhere of General Sherman laying waste to the countryside as
he chewed on his brandy tipped cigars. You may feel this doesn’t really
help you much in selling Marie’s house but then again if you were on my
email list before we got acquainted and paid attention to my “tip-s”
you wouldn’t have to work so hard and could by now be resettled in the
In time
I think you will agree with many things I have to say including the need to
burrow deep inside each of our caves which brings me back once again to Blombos
Cave which was the first storm launched on the www.NextraTerrestrial.com website.
I know
some of my hyperlinks are annoying to mention little of the World Wide Wait but
every so often you get to see something different which is intended to lighten
up your brain and of course we should all lighten up once in a while and if it
helps to smoke a bit of pot I say, “What the hell” as long as you
don’t get on the road or plan on assisting your teenager with math and of
course think twice about coming to work for me, besides I am done with
babysitting unless of course I see a child at risk.
Wouldn’t
it be an interesting exercise to see how many parents out there who smoke pot
occasionally and are also able to assist their teenager children with math and
then look at those same group of adults from the 60s and 70s who say they don’t
now do pot and see how many of them are still able to assist their teenager
children with math and then I would suggest that this second group have the
courage to play me a game of chess with the winner “takes all” and
the loser is provided a potted plant courtesy of www.sellnext.com?
Now some
folks have suggested in their E-mail responses to me that I must be doing some
rather incredible stuff especially those who know that I come from a family of
traders whose roots go back to when we all believed in Gods when most if not
all were traders of sorts and of course the greatest trader of them all was Abraham
although I am not certain he gave up his love for ham, certainly one could make
the case he wasn’t really into lamb although if he had a choice between
say rabbit and duck I can’t imagine what he would have chosen, certainly
though he was lucky.
Now these
are the sort of questions I intend to pose to God when I get to meet him
because I have pretty much figured out the rest. Now if you don’t believe me
then I suggest you also think about contacting Jeffrey Krinsk who I haven’t
spoken to in quite a while and ask him if he would bet against me being right
at least on matching up e=mc² being proof of both God and evolution all wrapped
in to one.
There
are still a number of things buried under the surface and please don’t
embarrass me by coming and taking a look at The Cave right now, rather just
plough ahead and do your best to deal with the knuckleballs I will continue to
throw your way if you persist in calling. There isn’t one thing on this
planet outside of making love to me that cannot be accomplished via E-mail,
wouldn’t you agree?
Now back
to the burial stuff. Many out there are wishing that I will get so deeply
buried up to my eyeballs that I will simply implode. Now one of these people is
King Golden Jnr who may have forgotten the name I was given as he assisted me
in ferreting out all the corruption that enveloped the Epilady folk and
right now he and a bunch of others are being taken on an epic light journey including
my neighbor
But don’t
worry nothing I have provided to anyone either via email or in telephone
conversations or simply chatting that could be overheard by folks who have a hab’it of sticking their noses into other peoples’
business could possibly be construed as insider trading since I simply don’t
have “inside information” nor have I ever traded on anything even
resembling “insider information.” So just relax on that score. Now
if someone would just give me Howard Stern’s correct email I would really
appreciate it.
The most
interesting responses I get come from the South Africans and ex-South Africans
on my E-mail list but it is the non-responses that are as telling as those who
have the courage to respond and ask what they should do next. Many no doubt
wish certain things I have to say would remain buried deep underground much
like what has occurred since the former White Nazi Government handed over power
to a “brainne dead” Black government who probably didn’t
think much of the fact that they inherited a country that was not simply broke
but couldn’t account for its nuclear stockpile. Now what exactly has
happened to
With
that said, one can only assume President Clinton wasn’t distracted by
other things at the beginning of his reign and therefore had the CIA suggest to
the former renegade Nazi government that before handing over the reigns to the
ANC they blow up their weapons of mass destruction in full view of satellite
cameras much like the cameras the NASA officials didn’t bother using to
let them know precisely what was wrong with the Challenger or whether in fact
it was just an act of God to throw them all the way to Timpucktu.
Butt who was
minding the store during the period since Mr. Manuel first took over as
Minister of Trade and Industry before becoming Minister of Finance is anyone’s
guess. Trust me though when I sat across from Mr. Manuel some 8 odd years ago I
was simply shocked that he would allow a vestige of the Nazi regime to acquire
a trade show company that would be responsibly for bringing small foreign
businesses into South Africa, providing much needed foreign capital and of
course know-how given the brain drain that had occurred during the 40 + years
South Africa was covered in “dessert.”
Some
would consider me a deserter of sorts for packing my bags and being one of the
first if not the first of my friends to leave the country when given my ”right
of passage”
but one only has to understand how easy it would have been to remain and make
killing after killing much like folks who left before me who have since
returned since the Black government came to power and I can assure you it has
nothing to do with the climate or the fact that people like my one cousin Mark
Gevisser feel safe as any gay person can feel anywhere these days which is no
safer than either you or me. It is though a great feeling to have great friends
around, without them necessarily bothering you. I have one very close buddy who
rather than invest in a scanner sends me articles in the mail. I love this guy.
He is one of the most on the ball people I know and the great thing about is
that despite being incredibly good at his job not even his family members have
a sense of his genius although his wife may in fact be the smartest person on
the planet.
There is
a time to be gay and merry and then there is time to get real serious
but it requires making sure that everyone gets up to speed at the same
time and not leaving anyone behind. While Clinton was hitting on young interns afraid
to surround himself with anyone who would challenge him to a serious
intellectual duel spending most of his time with his head buried in other
peoples business never to forget his finger pointing and finger licking love
for big Macs and God only knows what he used to dental floss his teeth, the
South African Government opened its legs to anyone who simply had a calling
card and the more left wing the better, and of course this was perfectly
understandable since it was the lefties most responsible for getting the
current Black Government so soft in the “under-belly.”
I have
already begun to discuss in earnest in some of my other writings why the Nazi
Nationalist Government should have and could have been toppled at any time
during what amounted to more than the amount of time the Jewish people wandered
aimlessly in the desert and it had nothing to do with the Blacks grabbing hold
of bigger guns but simply following in the footsteps of the Jews who when
called to action can hold their own against any nation on the planet. You make
your first mistake by choosing the wrong friends and forgetting that if it is
okay to question God then you can certainly question your parents. It all comes
down to choice and what is really meant by free will.
One
chooses one’s friends very carefully never allowing the enemy into your
camp no matter what and that everything without exception has to be done at
arms length and why it makes all sense that a person who holds up a 7-11 should
be receive the same punishment proportional to a guniffs like Ronald “The
rapacious Pig” Perelman who is, fortunately, a representative sample of
only a few out of control people on this planet, relatively speaking that is;
and of course it makes it much easier therefore to expose anyone including family
members who have allowed rot to enter their brain by virtue of everyone being
put on notice that it is only money they are going to have to cough up!
“If
not now then when? If I am only for myself who am I? If I am
not for myself who is for me?” You have to fight evil wherever it
appears but don’t ever allow yourself to be distracted by artificial
light.
Never to
forget once again that it is The Meek With Teeth Who Shall
Inherit The Earth. Since I am running out of battery power I will limit
the hyperlinks and of course there will not be enough time for even a spell
check so please just visualize right now the Piranha
fish attached to the back of my Mini S.
Of
course you could drive a Mack Truck through Africa how many times while being
checked for important things like pot which I assume is still a controlled
substance in that region of world much like it is elsewhere to keep folks
distracted and of course the more distracted you become the more brain dead,
wouldn’t you agree? Now since I don’t pay much attention to
anything in the media these days and so it is possible that Mr. Manuel has
decided to move on and who knows he could already be President of a country
that has very strategic importance to the
The sun
is shining brilliantly right now but a bolt of lightning can come at any time
and set fires out of control although it was a helicopter in the hills above
Julian east of San Diego while looking for marijuana plants that hit a power
line that then cost some $50 million to put out to mention little of the
devastation to the surrounding area that could take a lifetime to recover.
There is
in fact much recovery work needed all across this planet and in due course I will
be addressing how I think we should proceed, ever so careful and light as we
tread, not to destroy but fast enough that we don’t simply tread water.
At least the recent rains might break the drought all things being even. My one
friend’s family apparently own quite a bit of property in the area
surrounding the Salton Sea in the area commonly known as the IID which reminds
me about what realtors here in California are disclosing to prospective buyers
in terms of the Hot Water Wars that continue to brew with each tick of the
clock.
With
that said, I would have thought having read what JW August had to say on my
voicemail that you would think twice about leaving any message that I could
possibly play back over the air assuming folks like Kimberly Hunt have ears
that are right now most assuredly ringing. What do you think about having every
prospective buyer who comes to check out the house write down what they think
is the right price for the house, not what they can afford, but based on their
perspective having I assume been more than around the block. I subscribe to the
notion that your best customer is an educated one and I make it my business to
grab on to any idea that has merit attached to it and do a little bit of adding
here and there but rarely do I subtract let alone divide but I just live to
multiply, squares to avoid pot holes as well as pot heads whether or not they
smoke pot.
Pot is
not so much the problem as why folks feel the need to smoke pot in the first
place. Until such time as we get to the root causes all we are doing is buying
in to the distraction that the media and the corrupt politicians and their backers blast over the airwaves to best serve their needs,
i.e. keep the masses brain dead.
This one
idea like most of the things I put out are simple but
they are not stupid. We have each person coming through the house provide a
very quick write up of what they like, what they don’t, what they would
do with the house and of course not doing anything stupid to interfere with the
basic integrity of the original construction like expanding upwards or sideways
or doing crazy things that the original owners weren’t smart enough to
think of in the first place. The instant you begin doing additions one is
screwing around with mother nature.
Then we
place this data up on the sellnext.com website and when the home is eventually
sold we award say a Kruger Rand, or a Canadian Maple, or even have say the
winner join Marie and I for dinner in a place like Venice although Florence
would be okay with me. Now please understand Marie has not agreed to this but I
am willing to pay for such a trip should you get the house sold tomorrow.
I am
assuming you still love me and not wishing you could find a way to send me to
Mars better yet Pluto, Mars placing me just tTOo far away from
Mr. Krinsk who needs to be entertained ever more so with each tick that
President Bush lets momworker63s,
widows, orphans and pensioners’ life savings fly by leaving estate
lawyers, the bottom fishers of bottom fish attorneys chomping at the bit and of
course raking it in while picking up any slack left in Mr. Mahoney’s
wake.
With
that said I don’t expect you to be “Grining”
let alone “baring” but please for the life of me stop digging
more of a hole for not only you but your colleagues who seem to get desperate
by the minute. I still need to get back to Mr. Butler as in “The butler
did it.” Naturally I wasn’t all that surprised to find Marie’s
kid Jo playing butler when I arrived last night to join them for dinner with
Marie once again picking up the tab.
I have
yet to see the picture in the Del Mar Times but I assume it is not one of Marie’s
nudes?
Saturday is great and of course it being the Sabbath all of us who don’t
think we are godlike will be toiling away and of course I don’t really
differentiate between work and play which seems to keep everyone on their toes,
nothing worse than being boring wouldn’t you agree?
Once
again if there is a situation “where there is some question” just
email me and let me know. Now let me tell you what has me hot and bothered is this “125 emails.” Sweetheart, how about
adding tTOo zeros
to that number and you will be getting close to my backlog and remember my
server is currently down and so are the batteries on both my phone as well as
this computer.
Suffice
to say I hope this clears up any confusion and you can appreciate that I do
have other matters to attend tTOo, i.e. when
someone starts going around and around I make it my business to short-circuit
their chemistry.
Hang in
there. Love you.
Ps - I
think you will love the art piece Marie gave me for Valentine. Tonight Deco!
-----Original Message-----
From: Deb Lokanc
[mailto:deblokanc@cox.net]
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re:
13414 Barbados Way
Gary, I am concerned if Marie didn't
understand about the MLS. Please call me when BOTH of you are there. I
want to clarify any confusion. It appears you job is directly related to
emailing, as you said you had 125 emails to answer, However I need to speak to
my clients, especially in situations like this where there is some question.
Please call me at 619-392-1901, I need order my advertising, I would
like to confirm an open house for Sat. And have some other issues I
tried you at home,as you had said your schedule would
mean you will always be home. Let me know if there is any other number,as your cell said you could not be reached. I am constantly
around the area and will be glad to stop by when it is convenient for both of
you. Thank you for your help and consideration in this matter. Regards, 'Debbie
Lokanc 619-392-1901
