From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, January 03, 2007 1:44 PM PT
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject: ....BUSY AFRICAN
KILLER...The United States is and has been now for more than 100 years
principally in the business of exporting war and importing drugs, both orchestrated
from Johannesburg, South Africa
Justin, a
point or "tTOo" [sic] on the correlation of "brain damage" and "ethics".
I am as
busy and might I add the word, “productive” as the next person, the
extraordinarily few productive people that I know.
You would
know that I know a good number of people just from you looking at this
one email list of mine even though as you also know a fair number
say that don’t know me let alone why I would bother with them.
You also
know I had a “close call” around 4:35 PM PST
yesterday with the maniac Michael “Windy”
Winn who ended up showing his “true colors”.
Pretty
funny how earlier in the day his lip-smacking-come-looking saliva ended up over
all over his face as he spat at me since his verbal skills were no match for
mine which as you know not close to being as good as my quantitative skills but
sufficiently superior than so far anyone I have met who has attended any of the
Ivy League schools here in the United States as well as Cambridge and Oxford
over in England.
I daresay,
even my RM who once wanted me to
become a lawyer-liar would have difficulty today being more “convincing” partially
due to her continued insistence,
“I only debate people who agree with me!”
You and
pretty much everyone on that one list would get on famously with my RM so long as you were able to overcome
her thoughts as she allowed you all to “talk your heads off” – all in
preparation for your next go-around to come back as organically farmed chickens
- that you are all ignoramuses but finally making a worthwhile contribution to
the betterment of humankind by increasing the circle of those dependant upon my
insight and
Since
returning from our early morning bicycle ride with Pypeetoe of course racing
alongside I have been once again making “notes” of what I else I want to say to
you which you can now access by clicking on this hyperlink that I will be editing in green and updating with hyperlinks before
picking MDG
from the airport tomorrow morning following her 10 days working alongside her
17+ year old daughter
So very
interesting how the truths I have been revealing are “rising to the surface”
beginning with how those who all they have going for themselves is their “gift
of the gab” end up once exposed becoming so very quickly so very violent.
Remember
now who we are talking about.
It is not
just Windy Winn but I daresay the overwhelming majority of people on that one
email list of mine.
You would
also know that as we speak the worthless-fictitious DeBeers-Dollar is under the
most excruciating “attack” and were I not “at
one” with the overwhelming majority of hard working and honest north
Americans whose biggest weakness is that they have been lied to like no other
peoples on the planet for more than 100 years I would in all likelihood be back
in South Africa not simply joining in this unprecedented attack that will not
let up until such time as the DAAC
infested 3 Branches of the United States Government “falls on the sword” but I
would be leading such an effort.
You will
recall as I know you read carefully each and every one of the emails I send you
of the extraordinary response I got from South Africans “of color” following the one-time
placement of this A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There!
which my RM had me place in the South
African Sunday Times soon after I returned from my first trip to the
Peoples Republic of Communist China - so mindful of their hero American 4 Star General Stilwell - in the spring of 1989 and before I accepted
the assignment by the Twins Pharmaceutical identical twin Krok
brothers, born 24 hours apart, to “review”
their international holdings which while not exactly insignificant, their
holdings just in Epilady USA Inc. valued by Merrill Lynch at
a whopping $500 million some 18 months after the first Epilady was sold in the
U.S., did cause my uncle
Not to
mention please also remember me for being ever so peacefully strong, my deficiencies no doubt strengthened over
time by figuring out the logic possibly earlier than most of exposing
corruption whenever it crosses our paths and not to be concerned with imbeciles
who say nonsense stuff like, “Modesty is a virtue” as they go
about quietly remodeling one home after the next all paid for on the back of
the hard working poor.
DG only knew about me what my Royal Mater had CHOSEN to
share with him during the 15 odd years between when he and I met for the VERY
FIRST TIME in 1995 – apart from when we may have met when I was still a very
young kid - and when in 1980 the DAAC
had attempted to poison me to death following my decision to join Codiam Inc., the DAAC’s major fronting corporation headquartered on 47th Street
rather than remain like my uncle “operating from behind the scenes”.
He had no
clue that while still in my twenties I had become much more than “financially
independent”, still believing however that in 1995 at age 38 given the “talents”
he again only knew about from my extraordinarily shrewd RM, he thought he was well “within
his rights” to call me to my face “naïve” for representing people like
the Krok family of South Africa while worth, at least on paper, at the time I
became their most trusted consigliore at least a billion U.S. dollars which of
course was considered “chicken feed”
to my uncle whose enormous wealth just like the South African Oppenheimer
family cannot really be measured given their “Money Power” to summon any and all
western heads of a state to a meeting and demand whatever they want including
having say the United States Navy “play war games” in Plentenberg Bay just
“up
the road” from Cape St. Francis.
You are not smiling given the fact that you know my uncle’s principal
benefactor American
Those many
south Korean brothers and sisters of yours with fancy universities degrees but
now cleaning toilets in Seoul Korea as their DAAC corrupted government continue to “pledge allegiance” to the
DAAC controlled United States
Congress are very possibly looking a whole lot angrier than you right this
instant and you would know that I am in contact with more than just a couple of
former Korean employees of your sushi restaurant who have returned to south
Korea significantly more aware than you it seems in terms of how the “real
world” works with “everyone doing their part”.
My uncle DG came
crashing down to earth just like you did moments ago when I, following his declaration
of me being “naïve” that then
resulted in him getting even looser with his tongues by confirming a whole lot
more than the so very important $6 million “sign on bonus” he
received, courtesy of a deal between HO, the murderer of CE, and CE’s American lawyers but what he
did with this again “down payment”, for “selling
short” all the Gevissers as he “handed
over” the “good conscionable name” GEVISSER to the DAAC.
You would
know not from what I have to say but just reading the article contained in this hyperlink that
You will
recall from the last paragraph of this 4368 word email sent out this past
Monday, my point about history will very shortly show
as peace envelopes the world that the only people who should have “pulled
the trigger” on Saddam followed by each and every member of the Saudi
and Kuwaiti Royal family all the way to the British Royal family all the way to
my RM all the way to me and you are
the ones benefiting the most from all our tyrants throughout the world
following the formation in 1913 of the DeBeers controlled U.S. Federal Reserve
who allocate during times of “relative calm” monies to their “friends”
who then accumulate as quickly as they can the remaining precious, scarce and
limited resources so essential to barter with in times of war when “money
becomes no object”.
It was
quite a sight to behold watching my treacherous uncle laugh himself silly,
barely able to look me in the eyes, thinking me to be such a fool that I would
have let the “whole world pass me by” when all I needed to do in 1980 was to
have his lawyers on Bush Street give up one of the corner offices, not even
move to San Francisco if it meant me being afraid the whole world would think I
was gay and the “world would have been your oyster”, instead as he put it, “You
had to be a busy body nobody” as I first insisted on moving to New York
to meet all the critically important “busy African killer bees” that
provide the “cushion” to the DAAC.
As I have
mentioned just once previously I “smiled
along” for just so long as I felt my father’s first cousin had “over committed” himself before I, with
the smile still on my face, informed him how his “boy toy” Trevor Manuel,
now South Africa’s Minister of Finance, back in 1995, South Africa’s Minister
of Trade and Industry, was “fucking up the South African economy”
by placing the U.S. based trade show company, Made In USA Inc. in the hands of a group of incompetents with
strong ties to the former South African Apartheid Regime.
Such “sharing of knowledge” talking to how
those of us versed in the strategies and tactics of the DAAC could “care less” about “foreign
capital” or nonsense stuff like interests rates going up or down or utterly
nonsense Certificates of Insurance, worthless-fictitious Certificates of
Deposits, possibly “sum” [sic] interest in Death Certificates, I knew this very
quick delivery of mine once it sunk in would take my uncle “right
over the edge” as he could barely contain himself laughing himself into
the most hysterical state, the tears that were already well formed in his eyes
now streaming down his face and the moment they hit the rim of his most awful
mouth I stopped smiling and stared much like what you see in this
photo but without a trace of a smile.
Time stood
still as I focused exclusively on the wet tears which were the last to fade.
I first
recalled my eldest brother’s “signature poem”, the name of his
first poetry-blank verse book, Picking up the pieces of yourself;
The power of a tear
As it mauls your cheek
Can leave a scar so deep
That misery forms a pool for you to drown in.
My next
thoughts moved quickly over to when shortly after the book was published in
1972 during the height of the South African Apartheid Regime, containing anti-Apartheid
“rhetoric”, two members of South Africa’s Secret
Bear in
mind you have to constantly keep track of what is happening to all the
Petro-Dollars our Arab oil tyrants cannot distribute to their masses for fear
it would cause a “run” on the worthless-fictitious DeBeers-Dollars as they
increasingly fear more Hezbollah Special Ops than both Israeli Special Forces
commandos and U.S. Special Forces.
The
So now just
by looking in the mirror you can appreciate how my uncle DG looked as I simply said, “Naïve!”
looking him straight in both eyes while getting up out of the seat in his home
study and walking out the front door without bothering to say goodbye, his
relatively modest estate just a short ride to one of the better known lunatic
asylums in South Africa.
Suffice to
say, I certainly don’t need a new bicycle no matter how good the deal.
Usually for
people who know me better than you just my word alone is enough to “close
the deal”.
I made a
point of shaking your hand while letting you know that all I needed to do was
to see the bike which you said was in perfect condition with a slight scratch.
Even if it
had many scratches given how “aggressively”
I ride my bicycle that wouldn’t have made the slightest bit of difference but I
would have been looking to see if there had been a significant impact to any
part of the bicycle including the tires that for all I know could have been the
result of you knocking your head against them
just to create more brain damage for yourself that you could later whine about
and hope to get the “sympathy vote”.
You recall
that it was you who brought to my attention that you wanted to sell your bike
and after I let you know that I was willing to go up in my initial offer we
shook hands on an agreed to price without you making a single mention of having
to “clear
it” with your wife.
Bear also
in mind that in addition to you approaching me to buy your bike, I encouraged
you well before you and I began to discuss price that you should seriously
consider using the bike to get in shape in an effort to get you “tTOo” [sic] think
straight beginning with how you can attract more business to your off-the-beaten
path restaurant that certainly cannot survive that much longer unless there is
a radical increase in the patronage.
Then again
I am rather long in the tooth to know that your business may not be financed
entirely out of your life savings but then again it might.
My interest
is only to assist those truly wanting to make a difference to the betterment of
humankind who are willing to explore all the “truths” that are out
there for each of us to find which in turn helps explain this ingenious “puzzle
of life”.
You had already
shown absolutely no interest in such a pursuit but yet I have persisted with
you not to try and convince you of anything but to learn from you how best to
enlighten those far less fortunate, for example these Hispanic gang members I
met the other day that daresay is most likely the reason Dr. Lawton has failed to encourage her
still “curious” and not yet co-opted-corrupted son to visit with me
where I would while explaining how he, still in Middle School, could become
financially independent within 60 days without blackening his hands, draw
attention to his mother’s “deafening silence” following my
catching her playing it “fast and loose” when sending me an
email after a 2 month deafening silence making out like I had not only given
her “legal
advice” not to pursue getting “patent protection” but that she had
followed through on her “illusions” all the while “hedging
her bets” with all her “fast talk”.
There is a
good reason that the most successful business people in the world don’t require
that I wear a monkey suit with buttoned-down shirt
and a matching tie when they engage my unique and universal “risk assessment” services, mostly
to go after their at one time so very trusted professionals, counting on my
ability to “ferret out” all the nonsense while looking like I am mostly
disinterested, quick to comment if there is a pretty lady around and especially
with a very sexy body about her phallic looking shoes which in addition to “breaking
the ice” has the so not so suave male professionals while loosening their
ties, eventually taking off their jackets revealing how much they were
initially sweating but nothing quite as wonderful a feeling as seeing the
stains light up once again as gravity then kicks in as I go about taking them
on an educational light journey and of course when appropriate using the occasional
4 lettered word but never mincing any words.
I have the
skill sets to make the highest paid Wall Streeters sweat more bullets than if a
group of trigger happy Russian mafia carrying fully loaded AK 47s were to enter
their Moscow hotel suit unannounced as once happened to the round shouldered
idiot of idiots Mr. Paul Borden, President of HomeFed, a relatively thinly
capitalized local construction company that is a public corporation under the “command
and control” of the behemoth Luecadia National Corporation that is much
more than a “Mini Berkshire Hathaway”, both Leucadia’s “control persons”, my pal Joe Steinberg and Ian Cummings could without
even me at their side “run circles” around Warren “BO” Buffet as well as his close
pal, the squirming idiot Bill Gates of Microsoft, but not necessarily Bill
Gates’ father, Bill Gates Senior Esq.
who is “rili” [sic] the entire “brain
trust” of Microsoft given his over-the-top experience in Anti-Trust
litigation.
Not to
mention how Joe provided me back in the fall of 2002 with alternative financing
when I wanted to purchase our Stone Home deep inside the Cleveland National
Forest rather than simply interrupt 24/7 lovemaking with my so sensuous wife for
her to write a check for the full purchase amount which she gladly did once I
assured her such monies were not going to be used either to wash the two muts her
X, aka “The It”, had just purchased to help buy the silence of their “tTOo” [sic] children or feed my poor,
poor, dog Pypeetoe although if I told Marie
Dion Gevisser it was to buy a 15 foot solid gold chain to train him like Maggie our Chocolate Labrador who
naturally barks her head off at “The It” and if I was unsuccessful
than to simply train Pypeetoe that he doesn’t tempt death when just hanging out
on the train trucks in front of the cliff house when letting me know he is
ready for another run, my very savvy business person wife, so very smart
keeping me on a long leash, most likely wouldn’t have even “blinked any eyelid” let alone give me this look when I insist Pypeetoe not only
understands every word we say but “one of
these days he is going to start talking perfect French.”
Before I
get too carried away thinking about my incredibly funny and so self-assured French-Canadian super athletic
math-wizard wife who I miss desperately while
enjoying looking at all the increasing number of athletic looking women riding
more bicycles than ever along the path Windy Winn hoped to send to me to a “rocky
end” let me remind you that you would know that I have mentioned all
these facts previously but just in a different way but now all of a sudden they
take on more added meaning.
Have you
been tested for Absent Parenting Disease?
What about
your kid?
I didn’t get
off a boat just yesterday, the same with my RM when she arrived in South Africa in 1947 at age 18 and was
immediately engaged to not simply the best
looking man in Durban, South Africa who had some 71 odd miraculous missions dive-bombing
the crap out of the Nazi bastards in the skies of northern Italy but whose very
successful international trading family owned prized assets that the deep
underground Jewish Underground needed to immediately secure knowing perfectly
well they wouldn’t be able to hold on indefinitely to, for example the
priceless properties in Haifa harbor, the 3rd largest
city in Israel with a population of some 300,000 that was evacuated this past
summer as no more than 100 Hezbollah Special Ops who learned from Israeli Special Forces how best to “fade”
in to the well-known landscape took on, using very unsophisticated missiles and
basic text messaging on cell phones, and defeated the Israeli brutal army who
eventually had to call on Flotilla 13, Israel’s most elite Special Forces
commandos to deliver the “death blows”
to just one of the 10 Hezbollah units made up of approximately 10 Special Ops;
such an operation that resulted in Flotilla 13 casualties doing nothing to
interfere with the moral of these Hezbollah Special Ops who following their
awesome victory on a battlefield they know as well as Flotilla 13 has resulted
in Hezbollah’s recruitment efforts being made as “easy as pie” when compared to the problems experienced by American military
recruiters possibly ready to accept as another Little Corporal my gay cousin
journalist-author Mark Gevisser.
While you “shudder” just a little as I “trimmed”
things down a little towards the end in the previous paragraph let me inform
you that Israel continues to have the most brutal Navy whose competence is
unmatched bearing in mind that Flotilla 13 is mostly sea based backed up by the
most brutal Air Force in the world that the best of the best American fighter
pilots wouldn’t want to engage in battle even if meant that they could posthumously
receive the Congressional Medal that could possibly one day be pinned on their
lapels by President
Hilary “Pork Belly Commodity Trader” Clinton.
Non-f
The same
with non-f
My maternal
grandfather,
But for
reasons that are quite obvious my father couldn’t be trusted with the “truth”
and chose despite my RM repeating to
him time and again that her father who my father knew was “no idiot” wanted him
to leave, my father wasn’t able to “get
the message” why it wasn’t my deep underground Jewish Underground granddad
Incapable
was my amazing fighter-bomber-pilot Bernie Gevisser who while my RM was immediately after they married
on October 10th 1948, “From the earliest days of 1949 she visited
Not to
mention yet again, most beginning with the DAAC
controlled United Nations didn’t give in May 1948 the newly formed
State of Israel more than a few hours before every Jew in Israel would have
been slaughtered given the resources that the
You may only
now begin to understand why I keep mentioning how my great maternal
grandmother, Nechie Badash survived the
wholesale slaughter of her entire immediate family as she lay hidden in a tiny
closet, such a bone chilling event occurring long before we had the DAAC and their anything but Jewish Black Hatters “tinkering” with the “precision
minds” of a highly cultured, very hard working, hard playing so musically
inspired ingenious German people who bred the likes of Einstein.
You don’t think
for one single minute that when I invest the time in you and your staff as well
as occasionally you customers whose eyes tend to light up the instant I begin
explaining for example the impact of The
Diamond Invention on their lives that I am only putting out such “positive
energy” because I have nothing better to do when not contemplating my
navel!
I know
perfectly well that you have been receiving my emails despite all your
protestations to the contrary.
Your
principal issue with everything I have to say has to do with your moronic “hatred” of George W. Bush who you
consider an “imbecile” because to do so makes you feel better about
yourself.
So easy for
those hooked on numbing TV, junk food, no exercise, quick fix Tylenol moments,
quick mechanical sex, quick religion preached by ungodly and so out-of-shape
preachers looking mostly for “lost souls” whether it be little
kids to “fiddle” or their parents looking for an extramarital affair, to then blame
someone like the President of the United States, especially someone like George
W. Bush who like no other U.S. President in history tells it the “way
it is” and is then blasted from all sides.
You, like
each and every one of his detractors simply cannot handle the truth because as
you explore the truths he began telling the instant he entered the Oval Office
as President so it forces each of you imbeciles to confront your past, one
denial after the next.
You know
from both my writings and our discussions that George W. Bush immediately upon
getting his “arms around” the extraordinary weak balance sheet of the
Not to
forget of course Bill Clinton’s January 21st 2000 speech at
Caltech University with a year still left in his fictitious Presidency
declaring, “loud and clear”, unless you are a total imbecile, that the U.S.
was ripe for a Bosnian style ethic-cleansing civil war; why because Clinton
knew the U.S. was within moments of going in the toilet after some 10 decades
of being the world’s largest welfare state.
You also know
that GWB was the first western
leader following the atrocity of the Yalta Conference to condemn it.
You know
that you have no interest in exploring further those very important truths
because of how very close to home it gets beginning with your bs church
leaders, your bs parents, your bs grandparents, your bs teachers, your bs professors
and so forth who failed and continue to fail you just like you fail to teach
your children the truth because “sumhow” [sic] you think it will interrupt your
“gravy train”.
You are incapable
of logically thought processing just like you are having great difficulty
keeping track of your lies from day.
Gary and I
agree that lack of knowledge–information-light-power, power to change the world
stems from humans being lazy and fearful from embracing the truth.
The truth is too disrupting for some people too busy keeping track of all their
lies from day one.
Your lack of knowledge-light is betrayed by your silence regarding 2 questions
Gary posed to you and that he reminded you of this morning at the beach when we
met with you.
So very
easy to tell just from those who “ooppse” [sic] President Bush without being able to say
more than “He just looks stupid. He can’t put two sentences together without first
talking to his daddy, blah blah” who suffers the most from “Poverty
of Thought”.
Such people
however, serve to uplift those not hooked on big government entitlement
programs.
Most brain
dead Americans have no clue how much worthless-fictitious so blood stained
DeBeers-Dollars are spent on the so-called “arts”
and yet this is the most art illiterate society on the planet.
Not to mention
even those very few who know the first thing for example about how to appreciate
a good oil painting are incapable of figuring out why it is that they contribute
to the problem of there so few of us that know the first thing for example
about how to judge a good oil painting for the simple reason that even though
most of these “art aware” people don’t
have much more than a pot to pee in, they are so caught up in their bs lives
beginning by failing to explore some very basic truths such as there being so
few people who know about how to judge a good versus bad oil painting that
inevitably if they have the “stamina”
would lead them in a fricken instant to the answer which lies in the “pricing” not just of art but the fricken
toilet paper they use to clean the kuk from their butt holes, let alone be impressed because some crook on Wall
Street can afford to buy their parents a brand
spanking new Mercedes.
Yes, it is
time to get right down and dirty and have all these imbeciles who have DARED
to ridicule GWB stand up alongside
the dirt-bag Black Hatters.
I didn’t get
off a boat just yesterday.
There
should still be a shiver reverberating up and down your spine as you read time
and again what I had to say last evening when informing Leutenant Kemery of the
San Diego
Again, I
need another bicycle like “hole in the head” but I was willing
to buy your bicycle because I knew you
needed the cash and the fact that you and/or your co-dependant wife thought it “mighty fine” to later change your mind
thinking it no big deal that you and I had a “deal” is your loss.
Not to
mention I never even knew you rode a bicycle given how tired you look, the lack
of exercise written everywhere but mostly in your decision to think it would be
perfectly fine to use your wife as the excuse for you not following through on
our agreement.
The fact
that you would “mouth off” at me, but
of course ever so politely, how very “smart”
I am and then take me for a fool makes perfect sense when dealing with people who
think this world is all about them.
Perhaps it
is time for to think less about going to church every Sunday where quite
obviously G-d is as bored with your pitiful hypocrisy as I am.
Ps – Let me know if your landlord has
space to rent for me to hold one of my Educational
Light Journey-One Tribe of Achievers seminar-workshops where I hope to invite economics
and finance students beginning with those attending the University of San Diego
California just up the road.
