From: Gary S.
Gevisser [
Sent: Wednesday, April 02, 2003
3:45 PM
To: '
Cc: dpollak@ubspw.com;
Subject: RE: SELLing the NEXT big
thing - THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Nice to finally hear from you. My understanding is that the
bird breeding season may have something to do with our “Australian
Stanley Russell”
[sic] making so much noise which reminds me that I need to respond to the new m
Please when you are next out in the southwest of England try
perhaps playing golf since I take it you don’t really care for hunting,
may I suggest you make a point of enjoying our delicious scones and Somerset
cream and let me know if you are in agreement
with my father that I am finally in “go-d hands” [sic].
Had you responded to some of my earlier emails directed to
you specifically you might have got to meet my
As you may have read, my
Looks though are only skin deep which brings me to why you
wouldn’t at least have contacted someone like
Now this “wouldn’t you agree?” business
was something I picked up from my mother who I am certain even though you may
consider yourself at the top your game would have a pointer or tTOo to help you
gather your wits, wouldn’t you agree? As I’ve also mentioned
before, I believe this phrase came about while a prostitute was on the stand
giving evidence during one of the Brits political scandals during the 1960s
although she was most likely sitting down, much like I suspect ex-president
Clinton did while pontificating the future of the world, his pants probably on
fire which is something I suspect he would have argued had Lott
done the right thing and castrated him all the way to Timbuktu, wouldn’t
you agree?
Like me, my mother doesn’t really have that much
formal education but you wouldn’t believe it though if you ever heard her
in one of her “command” performances.
You no doubt have come across the name King Golden Jnr.
Esq., to mention just in passing Mr. Polie, in my
ever expanding e-mails
that know no end but even if you had contacted Mr. Golden he would tell you
that my mother is not someone to take lightly;
“a worldly”
person is probably how he would describe this rather incredible “mother of 4”
even though Mr. Golden is “not wor.dly”
[sic] himself, a phrase he once used to describe my “significant
other”, the mother of tTOo.
I am prohibited by a court order in placing the pictures of
the children of Marie Dion Stewart on either my website or even as a hyperlink
but things should come to a head, at least get very interesting, when
Grubbygrub.com
becomes like NextraTerrestrial.com one of the, if not the most popular websites
on the planet. Mds,
like my mother,
could, however, run circles around Mr. Golden and his legion of supporters and
then sum,
hippos never to boot,
let alone throw stones at.
Kimberly, it is very important that we all maintain a sense
of humor “otherweiss”
[sic]? I promise though not to digress in to what is in “stor.”
[sic] for the eRaider boys.
I am doing my very level best to take very deep breaths
these days hoping to become even more inspired about the endless possibilities
out there to solve the rather complex problems of the world. First though,
wouldn’t you agree, we have a responsibility to take care of one another
which I am assuming you fully support including holding the most outrageous,
even if they involve family members, fully accountable for their sins?
So what solutions do you offer folks when you choose to bury
your head in the sand to mention little of the problems of mixed signals,
nothing worse than a blank stare? You agree that kids first look up to their
parents in terms of what is right and wrong and if in fact their parents behave
poorly it is doubtful the kids will grow to be mighty and strong, things
becoming even more complicated when one or possibly both parents do one thing
and tell the kids to do differently, hypocrites to boot, wouldn’t you
agree? And why we have family court although you not only have to have bucks
but the stamina to hold out to the end.
Mr. Krinsk no doubt will tell you I am in rather good shape
although the kids know exactly how to keep me the best in check by making me
laugh a lot.
Now, if you cannot help broadcast the irrefutable evidence I
have of corruption at the highest levels of our State Government involving the
top dogs within the Democratic Party, aided and abetted by non-other than a
French Conglomerate, just one limb of the French Aristocracy who have quite a
penchant for committing atrocity after atrocity, perhaps you can help me with
the dilemma we now face as it relates to our Australian Stanley Rusella?
Earlier today a gentleman who breeds these birds called to
let us know that he would take “Cranky Franky” off our hands. In
all likelihood his days of flying free around the house although now mostly he
is in a rather large cage, a world apart from the cage he was kept in while
shut up in the dark of Dr. John Ben Stewart’s garage before he got
rescued by Dr. Stewart’s second ex-wife, who as you know by now is both
my “travel companion” and “significant other” aka Marie
Dion Stewart and Mds never one tTOo boot.
Our concern is that we really don’t how well he-she will be taken care of
once “it” becomes fair game?
Over the course of the past several days Cranky
Frank’s behavior has improved immeasurably. In fact he-she has been
singing non-stop all day now the most beautiful sounds, in stark contrast to
the high pitched air-raid
noises he brought with him when Mds salvaged him from her ex-husband’s
cluttered up to mention little once again of his darkened garage.
One of the many real estate brokers who
visited with us over the past several months sent me an e-mail last night
around the time I was just getting on to my Dukati, leaving Trophy’s in
La Jolla were the former president of Hang Ten International made an incredible
presentation of our “Stained-Grubbygrub.com” t-shirt concept that resulted
in
Edythe
Caulfield, however, makes some rather interesting points wouldn’t you
agree?
By the time I got over to the restaurant to meet with the
“owner of the house”, i.e. Mds, she and her brother and his friend
who have been enjoying our incredible weather, a
far cry from the folks shivering
in C
Cranky Franky just flew right in to the area just left of this
hyperlink having been scared by the trash removal trucks which should have
come through yesterday and I promise also not to digress in to the
“trash” business Mr. Krinsk indicated when we last met I might be
able to help him with but please let me know how you are doing with separating
your recyclables from your trash?
Mds just mentioned something about Cranky Franky
“saving his feathers” versus saving his skin to mention little of
their being “no skin off my teeth” if you choose to ignore my
response to your non-response
and I doubt I have to explain to you what is meant by “skin in the game?”
Interesting wouldn’t you agree that Smith and Nephew
which recently acquired a pharmaceutical company high up on Torrey Pines that
is in the “skin business”” used to be one of my
mother’s multi-national
conglomerate clients
and the last thing I want is to come across as a broken record although you
might find some of the stuff my mother advocated some 50 odd years ago quite revealing, at least it may
bring more than a smile to your face, not to suggest that you don’t have
the most beautiful natural smile although at times I think it might help if you
placed a mirror just to the side of the news desk much like what Mds provided her father
when he visited a few months back to help him overcome the embarrassment of
food particles sticking to his chin, his excuse of having suffered a stroke or
tTOo more than
what may be in store for you should in fact folks like 60 Minutes decide to run
with my Perfect Storm III.
On the other hand, having assisted Mds with clipping Cranky
Franky’s nails earlier in the day, an experience that was more dramatic
for me than the bird, although the blood “splattering”
could have the animal control folks visiting once again, I now need a break.
Every so often I may exaggerate especially when it comes to
seeing even a speck of blood but
it would be folly to assume that you can blow me off with what amounts to
nothing more than a high pitched volley. Did I mention to you when we first met
that I won first place and received a cup in the very tennis tournament I ever
entered? Well if not, you may possibly read about it in my “next best seller”
[sic] M
Another point of fact is that besides for a “joke”
[sic] in The Weekly Marketeer and a few published comments in a newspaper or
two I have yet to publish even a short-story let alone a “best seller.”
Based, however, on the reaction of my e-mail list which you will undoubtedly
soon realize is very much a statistically valid sample representative of the
world’s population, my expressions, mathematically induced, would not be
regarded by any mathematician of note, as being much of a stretch.
Eventually, just like you, I believe everyone will come
around, more so those with a heavy workload, as you know if you have a job to
do, do the smart thing and give it to the busiest person, so what is your
excuse?
I have to hand it to you that you at least had the courage
to put forth your best without first going through your managing
editor. Please feel free “tTOo leT” [sic] your
former boss, JW August of the ABC Network affiliate that I say hello; point
being you folks are anything but competitors, wouldn’t you agree Mr.
Nicholas Johnson, a former chairman of the FCC who is also on my e-mail list.
By the way my right hand remains scarred after a boiling
water accident when I was but a toddler despite my mother coming out with her
own line of facial and hand creams with what I believe contained “b-prop-alex”
[sic] which like her was way ahead of its time. Now if in fact I repeat a
hyperlink or two don’t let that take you off your game for I am now
rushed to get out to our rock cabin in the mountains and won’t have any
time to even check this email. Now the very athletic and I must say very good
looking folks hunkering down with us these days are going to be having a beer
or tTOo in
It would be pure folly to assume tomorrow is another day.
Which reminds me of what you thought of my “notes” in the email
I sent my new South African friend, Marius Van Wyk which I have yet to review
although I have already decided exactly what I will be saying to Professor
Bernie Black of Stanford University and of course Professor Grundfest, the
former chairman of the SEC is copied on this email as well as a good chunk of
my sample base?
Marius, despite English being his second language, is
incredibly articulate in English, perhaps more so than you, wouldn’t you
agree? Once, though, you go through the hyperlinks you will see that he
graduated from a rather good South African university which my uncle,
You have to just love
So what exactly do you think about each and every time you
look at the teleprompter; does it at least have a good spell check?
The restaurant where I met up with the rest of the
“family” last night is one of our favorite Italian restaurants in
The most interesting item that came up over this celebration
dinner was Mds’ brother making note of how her ten-year-old son,
JONATHAN, “who” [sic] is a rather good baseball pitcher despite
failing to “extend” himself on his “backswing” just
before he tosses the ball; something I had noticed quite some time back but
because I didn’t want to “immerse” myself in Dr. Stewart’s
favorite sport, albeit appearing to be Jonathan’s pitching coach, I kept
my mouth shut. You may also have noticed that I gave Dr. Stewart until 5:00PM
PST this past Monday to ease his way out of the mess he created but instead
he threw up nothing short of a “hail-Marie”
[sic] as once again I was forced to “sweet” [sic] it
out in a courtroom yesterday.
Jean Dion
is someone who listens as well as he observes and didn’t hesitate I am
told to let Jonathan know that before he leaves to go back to C
It so happens that
I may get my word tense and spelling to mention little of my
horrific grammar not always exactly correct but one thing is for sure I am not
in the least “byte” [non-sic] tense
these days.
Again, let me know what you think we should do with Cranky
Franky and I think the most important question is, “How much attention
does he-she need?” Now when reading the news later try it out with one of
your colleagues, perhaps weave it in to something to do with Saddam.
Don’t even bother responding if your suggestion is
that we return the bird to Dr. John Ben Stewart, over my dead body, which
reminds me that I still have to e-mail Dr. Stewart’s “his”
[sic] ex-in-laws who anxiously await my next move in Perfect
Storm VII.
PS. I happened to forward your email to me to one of the
folks on the e-mail list. The response included, “What were you doing in
court yesterday? If she is a lady investigative reporter, you might question
whether she is really interested in finding news/truth, etc.? If she is an
executive, you might wonder why she might not be interested in upsetting the
status quo? Or even better, who is making it worth her while not to pursue
truth & Justice....”
You too may be interested to know more about what I was
doing in court yesterday. Well it had to do with Dr. Stewart back on September
12th 2002, 2:09
AM PST filing with the criminal courts a “violation” complaint,
the result of an e-mail I had sent him the day after he applied for and
received a Temporary Restraining Order [TRO] against me that was signed
“under penalty of perjury” which happened to be both false and
misleading.
From:
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser [
Subject: Re: SELLing the NEXT big thing -
THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Gary,
Please quit e-mailing me. I
believe it's a mistake and I would really appreciate it if you could take me
off the mailing chain.
Thanks for your attention.
Sincerely,
Kimberly
