From: Gary S. Gevisser [
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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
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
