From: Gary S. Gevisser
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Subject: RE: To whom it may
concern. The First Wave.
THE MEEK with teeth SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
John, what do you call items that have the logos Quicksilver and Gotcha
to mention little of the crazy idea of getting the Hong Kong Chinese who now
own Hang Ten to conduct a focus group with a sheer t-shirt having the words
encrypted “MADNESS” strategically placed, “s.eer madness” [sic]?
Since I am copying other folks on this e-mail I should stress that you
have no connection to the infamous Israeli spy Jonathan Pollard nor any
connection to the Democratic Poster Boy, “Rowdy
Roundy”
Poli Pollak whose I seemed to have stopped dead in his tracks.
No doubt Polie Pollak and King Golden Jnr Esq. would get on like a
house on fire especially if there are young uninformed, better yet, uniformed
underlings to test their mettle against. Interesting would you also agree how
these liberal yoyos who love to debate somehow lose their tongues when on the
receiving end of one of my knuckleballs? In due course I will respond ever so
briefly, but you can bet your bottom dollar, most effectively to this up and
coming prankster who should consider another line of work. I am now placing my
lawyers around the world on full alert to respond ever so cautiously to anyone
who knocks on their door with the pretext of serving me with an ill-advised
complaint.
As the recession deepens those momworker63s, orphans, widowers and pensioners
will get a lot of relief seeing folks like the Democratic Poster Boy and King
Golden line up alongside them in the food lines and of course I and my worriers
will be there alongside giving those truly in need the most help.[1]
Earlier today I was down at dog’s beach and the tide was rising fast as
Pypeetoe tried to stay in tune, cutting back and forth over the rocks. My one
concern is that he could slip, mess up his good looks and
the movie role
I had hoped to cut through Dick Heckman’s pink abode but thought twice since
there were a couple of guys both twice my size holding fort although they could
have simply been holding hands. They looked though very much English with their
red necks ballooning out almost touching the sand as out of work “pheasants” [sic] like
me had to crawl down the rocks. It really is quite comical to see some of these
folks laying out in their lounge chairs with their “private property” signs
blocking their view as the rest of us get to enjoy what is nothing more than a Punch
&
Judy show.
The other day Marie who wants for nothing, her basic needs met and her
basic instincts “weigh”
[sic] above average did, however, comment that she liked the house of the
founder of U.S. Filter who although overpaying for the 42,000 odd thousand
acres located in the IID from the Bass Brothers of Texas did still m
Now take a deep breath, relax there is more exciting stuff up ahead and
the last thing I would want is to lose one of my best friends as we get close
to the finish line.
It was as you may know the all-important Imperial Irrigation District
which helped coast Governor Davis once again back into the California State
house to mention just in passing the critical tasks incumbent upon folks who
sit on the omnipotent California Coastal Commission to be of the highest order,
integrity to boot. Marie doesn’t seem to quite like Heckman’s imposing monster
as much as the single level wood structure she has an eye on just a little
further south down the coast. By the way, I don’t think I have even mentioned
the name Heckman to Marie. She is probably just wondering why it has taken me
so long to “apply 4” [sic]
unemployment.
On the way over I couldn’t help but notice a sign on the back of a bus
that read, BAN THE BLAND. In one of my recent footnotes I go on at “sum” [sic]
length about all the 4 lettered words that end with the letters AND.
I wore our one prototype t-shirt to Jonathan’s baseball game yesterday
morning that wasn’t quite the washout of the previous week. Today he
is trying out for a higher level of Lacrosse although he appears to still be
recovering from his “run in” with a tree that left him with two stripes on his
forehead much like the Blue Jays over at Stonehenge II. It is now approaching
Not only did Jonathan’s baseball team win yesterday but the head coach
who wasn’t around the previous week to make the all-important call of calling
off the game as the heavens unleashed their spirits, returned with a vengeance. There were smiles all the way
round especially amongst those of us high up in the bleaches where I happened
to have been sitting next to a kid who decided to test his neck muscles while
“monk-eying” [sic] up
and down the back end of the structure and of course we have now reached the
final quarter mark in the race
for the Kingdom of Heaven, of that I am certain.
Jonathan’s smiling face with terrific front teeth never to make fun of
should soon appear on the grubbygrub.com website in full color assuming
everyone gets with the program, sequencing a horrible thing to interfere with
especially when we all know by now that the problems of the world have nothing
whatsoever to do with race,
color or religion,
simply poor parental religious teaching.
While enjoying one incredible morning basking in the sun with the sea
breeze whispering sweet blessings I m
No one worth their salt at this time has m
Of course all Pypeetoe would have done had we been around to watch this
inside job would have been to simply pee. My dog remains to this day, all feet,
no bark to his teeth and afraid of the dark. Now of course I cannot say for
certain that old
And of course
It is, however, all about “free will”, that it takes
a mighty hand to hold bad folks in check in order that we carry out the will of
God who provided as part of each of our inheritance individual “free will” that
should allow everyone to breath easy and not wait for their loved one to
inevitably die and why it makes no sense in the world to leave anyone [family
member] anything but a good name and a few trinkets collected along the way.
Each one of us pays a “heavenly price” when we fail to stand up to
those who usurp the powers granted by our fellow man. When man breaks man’s
laws and we choose to do nothing we have no one to blame but ourselves;
sticking our nose in the sand, hoping that God will wave his magic hand is
nothing more than wishful thinking. We know from Pythagoras
that science is God’s gift for each one of us to take mysticism and
superstition out of the equation, i.e. his “This and this equals that” should
have been sufficient proof of the existence of God given the fact that this
great mathematician never dwelled on the negatives.
Marie’s
idea, however, is a way for everyone to save face, especially those relatively
few in number who have been rapacious and who now simply want to adorn their
walls with ∑ fine art and of
course I think we will find kids all over the world who could come up with a
number of spiritual looking stuff that would make my adversaries think twice
about mucking with me, the crap they “stick-up” on the wall all
geared toward distracting the masses. Some might even come up with a better way
to measure words than my Guidance tTOo.
And of course Marie has quite a say in the way this all plays out. She
has though a whole lot more confidence in
You may recall I had offered my pal Newell Starks a “double or
quits” bet in the event Marie purchased a jet within the year that first got
her ex-husband during their 13-year-olds birthday to almost have a stroke and
of course you know where that all led to including the San Diego Police Department as
well as the FBI deciding to pay me a visit in no small measure the result of
Dr. Stewart’s decision a couple of months later to go to war with me, September
11th, 2002, to be precise.
Now of course Marie is an absolute tea-toddler compared to
most South African women I know nor for that matter is she in to gambling given
her uncanny ability to calculate the odds perhaps as good as Mr. King Golden
who is one of the best although I have only seen him display this aspect of his
dna while at the race track. I have often wondered why smart people gamble at
anything let alone horseracing where no matter how good you are when
calculating the odds right before the race begins it is all butt
impossible to impute a high enough risk factor when it comes to an often rigged
event, to mention little of putting
dog bone in the mouth of horse, no doubt where the expression “to kick a gift
horse in the mouth” had it’s meager beginnings.
My plan, however, calls for the best and the brightest folks to
surround
During yesterday’s baseball game David Isaacs was once again at the
command post keeping score just like a friend of mine in
As long as Jonathan likes the game I will, however, continue to
encourage him to play his best although I know he would make an unbelievable
rugby player. One parent supporting me in my debate with Marie commented,
“Don’t’ forget that with rugby you get to appreciate at a young age the taste
of beer…”
Marie though is really coming into her own as she is not only bright,
can draw precise, but she has got the values down and now it is just a matter
of time before she gets the color mixing right to mention little of the
importance of technique in applying color that comes only with experience. The
artwork, however, that adorns her bedroom now has her flying high with or
without me being a factor, never to confuse needs with wants, no better feeling
than to simply want someone and to hell with needy people who get a charge out
of upsetting others.[2]
Earlier yesterday morning before heading out to the baseball game I met
briefly with a mother of a 13-year-old girl who dropped her kid off at the
house to play with Danielle. It turns out that this mother of two has spent her
entire career in charity drives. I did my best not to drive her nuts but I
couldn’t hold back my surprise when she informed me that “soft money” cannot be
used to support the pay of school personnel which is something like “80% of a
school’s budget… Soft monies are not predictable.”
Soft money in the public school system apparently are monies that don’t
come from the government. When I asked her how predictable was the current $25
billion plus California budget deficit, a number that most experts expect to
increase rather than decrease with more, rather than less unpredictability in
the twisting road up ahead, I seemed to take her breath away, obviously though
not quite what happened with Mrs. Francis of the Del Mar Hills elementary
school who by contacting Jonathan’s father may have tortuously interfered with my
business. Over the course of the next few days I will monitor the situation
ever so closely. Ms. Francis should have received a rather precise E-mail from Ms.
Marie Dion Stewart.
I will have my lawyers confirm this with her in short order.
Marie is both my “travel
companion” as well as my business partner as well as being the great mother of
two children who I hope won’t have to suffer any further anguish. The truth
though, is something none of us can escape [from] indefinitely
especially when it is written so clearly in text as what occurred on September
11th 2002 and our court victory some 6 weeks later although sweet
came after 6 weeks of absolute hell knowing full well how sick the rapacious
out-of-control people her ex-husband had surrounded himself with would
ultimately be blamed for the debacle that ultimately befell him.
It is though just a matter of time before both kids find out the truth
and like many kids who have been lied to and deceived by their parents, when
they do find out some of the dirty little secrets that directly bare on them
they react at times rather violently and violence doesn’t necessarily have to
result in blood shed, at times simply brain matter failing to ignite.
I am forever reminded of a good friend of mine whose father-in-law lied
about his military past and when the truth finally emerged all members of the
family suffered but none more so than the grandchildren of Larry Lawrence, the
Ambassador to Switzerland during the Clinton Administration who was allowed by
those around him to get away with nothing short of murder.
The other evening just as I was completing my e-mail to Mrs. Francis
another very well put together lady,
The first and only time I had previously met Ms. Cieri was when she
tried to get the listing on Marie’s house and I was in my “buying mode” and of
course I buy into very little BS, hence
the popularity of www.sellnext.com.
Marie appears to be more and more convinced that my primary reason for
suggesting she sell her house was simply to test market the reaction of the
website and of course there is some truth to that. When need be I am not only
capable of wearing a suit, dressing the part but more importantly I am capable
of drawing on ∑
21 odd years of my mother’s charm school lessons. For the greater part of my
teenager life my bedroom was located right above her “garage studio” in our
house. Although soundproofed the air-conditioning duct provided a very clear
channel.
Although I never took notes I was not only able to grab the finer
points of my mother’s most eloquent prose but it helped
train my mind to think in reverse as in, “Buttocks
tightened, stomach in, shoulders back, Head up” to mention little of what
teachers and principals in any other country in the world would be doing right
now if their leader had cut off their legs below the knee. In other words they
would in no uncertain terms be giving their Governor a “heads up” followed by
mass strikes with knuckleballs to boot.
Suffice to say, at age 15 my step-father left school in order to
support his family. His “sup.er rich uncle” [sic] thought it a
smart enough decision to lend him the bucks that kick-started a not altogether
small but yet profitable enough business that when it came time for Alan Zulman
to show up at my mother’s doorstep with a credit card in hand he was not only
warmly accepted but my mother probably cooked him a kosher meal to boot. I
assume by now you have read the article about the mad hatters?
By the way it was Alan Zulman who provided me with the letter of
introduction to David Isaacs, the former president of Hang Ten. Despite the
favorable impression I made on his boss, Stan Foster who ran his family’s
rather successful clothing business, Ratner Corporation, I only got to meet
David just a few years ago at one of
I am taking the liberty of copying a good friend of mine, Tony Leon, who
happens to the leader of the only opposition party in
There was one young lady in particular who had quite an amazing figure
although not quite as good as my one “travel companion” who I suspect will
be difficult to convince to “show case” the latest “madness” design on top of a
sheer piece of fabric placed over the torn section of a t-shirt that is in the
process of being constructed today and whathaveyou? Fad, fashion, fact.
As you may know Mr. George Hurst Esq. who is copied on this e-mail
tried to use that [2nd tTOo]
last hyperlink photo to intimidate Marie in to joining forces with her
ex-husband as he used his two children as a shield against me, no different to
what Saddam Hussein is doing that is causing our casualties to mount. And of
course I continue to place Mr. George Hurst as well as the 2 of 3 crybabies on
notice that they and their comrade Dr. Stewart had all better think twice
before ever again doing something stupid, never forgetting however, it was Dr.
Stewart, Marie’s ex-husband, who filed a false and misleading complaint against
me “under penalty of perjury.”
The fact that the former President of the United States m
John, I recall you once asking me to explain to you in more detail an
event that took place when King Golden Jr, now a good friend of Dr. Stewart, a
lady by the name of Valerie Schulte a lawyer for the “BAN”
[sic] and I once visited Mexico in my jeep. As you know NAB is the acronym for
the National Association of Blabbermouths aka National Association of
Broadcasters and of course Ms. Schulte is also copied on this e-mail.
Suffice to say after an “act of God” intervention that would have had
all 3 of us possibly locked away for an indefinite amount of time a direct
consequence of Mr. Golden not being able to leave home without his stash of
pot, both Mr. Golden and Ms. Schulte didn’t take long to direct me to a Roman
Catholic Church where the two of them knelt and prayed and of course there were
many tears while I simply paged through Howard Stern’s first best seller, a
book they ridiculed to “know
end” [sic].
I thought though that when their leader, Bill Clinton, came to power in
large measure the result of their grass roots effort, the first thing they
would insist, the leader of the Free World, in addition to taking a deep breath
of fresh air, smoke a joint if necessary, come to terms that now was the time
to stand up for all those young Catholic boys who continued to be abused by the
elders of their church, an organization that had simply morphed from the Roman
Empire that never really collapsed. Could it be that the drugs these folks did
during the 60s screwed up their memory patterns and while you are at it have
you any idea of where the word “morph” originated?
Again, I have nothing against homosexuals. Twice now I have hired
homosexuals to run my bed and breakfast café in
I learned many positive things from both Mr. Golden as well as Ms.
Schulte but the one that stands me in the greatest stead today is Valerie’s lessons
about the billboard industry due to her intimate familiarity with Ted Turner
dealing with his bankers when he was being pushed against the wall, although
apparently he simply threatened to jump out of the window of a high rise if
they continued to insist he stop acting like any spoiled brat.
I learned however, the greatest lesson from Mr. Golden who because of
his pride failed to act mad during the 1972 Democratic primaries. Their
negatives, particularly Mr. Golden’s, far outweigh the positives including my
last meeting with Mr. Golden when he saw nothing wrong in leaving a bagful of
recently cut pot on top of his garden table that his youngest son played with
as though it was a bagful of tricks.
I made mention in my previous email about the “pelican and the lion”
story Mr. Golden imparted to me that talks to a pelican coming across a lion
with a fish bone caught in his mouth and the lion offers the pelican half his
kingdom if the pelican were to reach in and pull out the bone which of course
the pelican obliges since it wouldn’t be any skin off his nose. After doing the
good deed, the pelican then asks for his half of the kingdom and the lion
replies, “Which half? You are lucky you got away with your life?” Mr. Golden is
not known as one of the great joke tellers and it caused me to stop dead in my
tracks. At that very moment a train came brushing past and fortunately I was
able to concentrate about other things of matter.
Mr. Golden’s poor taste came about when one of my former clients,
Irving Cooper, who is now deceased provided the necessary capital that resulted
in the company where Mr. Golden was general counsel, deciding to “string out”
Mr. Cooper whose funding played a pivotal role in this laser company winning a
[million dollar +++] patent infringement lawsuit against Westinghouse, the
current owner of CBS which may have something to do with 60 Minutes failing to
call.
Mr. Cooper was starting to get up in years and didn’t quite have the
vigor he had when he chose to provide the seed capital for people like Michael
Steinhardt of Steinhardt Partners fame perhaps the most successful hedge fund
in Wall Street history, another story in a litany of stories that will be told
in my M
And of course we all have to thank God for little fishes although I
mostly thank God for allowing some idiot to carve out of the cliffs the Del Mar
railroad tracks that allow people like me and my good friend Gene to enjoy the
views to mention little of how in the spring we take pleasure in the beautiful
plant life.
Which reminds me of [a] deal Mr. Cooper once did that I was not
involved with whenever I go to make a pee and open up the fly of [my] one pair
of pants that is Velcro fastened I am reminded of this one story that always
brings a smile to my face. In a play to take on the boys who controlled the
Velcro brand Mr. Cooper rented a suite in the Pierre Hotel in New York and
developed fancy brochures of a competitive product that although superior in
every respect including its low cost structure could never have survived if the
Velcro boys decided to apply all their muscle under-pricing their own product
in order to maintain market share. Armed with just a patent and a great view
overlooking Central Park Mr. Cooper played a poker hand that made him a little
more than a buck or tTOo.
I have never been a poker player but I know how to count tricks, better
yet to assess peoples’ strengths
and weaknesses and it also helps having a head for numbers. I know more than a
thing or two about the very dirty tricks played by folks in both the Republican
as well as the Democratic Party the main difference though is the Republicans
believe in less government while the Democrats are hell bent on impressing upon
the masses that bigger government protects them, so much for Governor Davis and
his ever meek bunch of supporters, and yes those teachers who voted for him
will soon hopefully hit the streets and demand more answers. It is a terrible
thing to co-opt people into your conspiracy something I believe is far more
prevalent amongst liberals as opposed to conservatives who promote more
self-reliance who may not, however, debate as well as the Yale,
In due course though I hope to provide some measure of support to all
but none more so than those back “home” in
The variable in m, as in mass, is switched with the constant associated
with c, as in the speed of light, as we move from the medium of earth’s
atmosphere in to the vacuum of space and of course even an intellectual midget
knows, Quantum Mechanics is fundamentally about “back dNA forth” [sic], forwards as well
as in reverse and of course if one can
make that point in a language that most people are wanting to speak, it is just
a question of time before one has a brand, ever so careful to label anyone a
schmuck unless one has proof and of course the better the evidence the better
the proof.
It is, however, up to each one of us to make the necessary shift in
order that we become one or face the inevitable reaction of that which occurs
when matter and anti-matter cancel out to zero. The Red Shift is proof positive
that the speed of light does in fact change in a vacuum if for no other reason
than the fact that we know that the other galaxies out there are moving away
from us at an accelerating rate. We also know that in a vacuum mass remains
constant, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction,
nothing is lost nor for that matter is anything gained. Energy as in e, is
therefore directly impacted by any change in light much like what occurs with a
dimmer switch or as dictated in the Old Testament, “Let there be light.”
And so the inevitable conclusion is one that suggests nothing more than
the “hand of God” that ever so gently “twists” things about much like the two
bands within the dNa and
all that is needed is a messenger as in RNA or tTOo to set things
on the straight and narrow. As one twists the “scratchings”
on the Blombos Cave Rock one finds more than a helix, a color wheel where the
values remain constant unless interfered with by man.
One has no choice “butt
to switch things around in order to keep things in balance or to have a
willingness to engage evil whenever one sees it” [sic]. And it begins with zero
toleration when it comes to those who lie, steal and cheat, wouldn’t you agree,
Mr. Golden?
I will no longer be including Lisa Foster, the late Stan Foster’s
daughter on my e-mail list as she is now a superior court judge and the last
thing I would want is to have someone who not only has an impeccable reputation
but who happens to be the best friend of a woman who means the world to me,
possibly being conflicted out, even if her appointment-election had something
to do with Governor Gray Davis whose days are numbered just like any of ours;
but those who have a checker
board past have few choices at this time unless they feel they can truly
beat me when I am at my best.
Rather than play a chess game that will have at least one of us losing
I suggest my opponents who number so few do the right thing and send me an
E-mail that states very clearly how they intend to make amends. In less than 3
hours I will turn 46 and soon I will take the position to heck with my “going
slow” in order to win a $32 “double or quits” bet with Mr.
John, please continue to keep me on my feet, “toes to wiggle, astrophysicists
to boot to high heaven, their world no longer Godly, and naturally no wiggle
room for those that lurk in the shadows” [sic].
Ps – I will reread this email for the first time tomorrow and if
corrections are needed I will make the appropriate changes.
-----Original Message-----
From: John Pollard
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: To whom it may concern
Any effort to turn wearable (garment) art
into a profit engine is sheer madness.
[1] The tTOo children of my significant other have birthdays each one occurring on rather special days, the youngest, her boy, on 09-03 and the eldest, her girl, on 07-06. In the Jewish religion boys come of age at age 13 and girls at age 12.
[2] Lately she has apparently been made aware of wires surrounding the landscape.
