From: Gary S. Gevisser
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Subject: Next Symposium {:}...Mrs.
Theresa Heinz...blood splattered
Mr. “Dog” [sic] – Please forgive me if I
exceed the 100 word
email I helped my incredible Partner-Wife Marie Dion
pull together to Realtor Lori Goetz earlier this afternoon, baring in mind that
all I did was the typing suggesting that instead of just copying Ms. Goetz’s
principal PW MD “copy the world!” after she threw the
words at me in what first appeared to be French when in fact I later found out
were simply expletives in Portuguese while m
Would u
know if Mrs. Theresa Heinz-Kerry
speaks Portuguese and whether she was in possibly blood splattered
Surely u
can help me access what the United States Justice Department’s record reflect
in terms of what took place when United States Attorney General R
Why not
tho, enjoy say a BUD and get back to me at your
convenience about making a suggestion
“tT∞”
[sic] in terms of what should be included in my next “Annhowzer Booze” [sic]
post.
I will
begin with spelling out loud and clear,
It is not
class warfare that I am encouraging. It is class welfare I am questioning. And
I am a member of the favored class.
To repeat, in a
nutshell, I detest as much as those who derive great satisfaction in
exceeding the limits of their small authority, i.e. evil does not come in the
form of a pointed tail
Pitched
fork, folks
who straddle from one tax jurisdiction to the next, one neighborhood to the
next, one county to the next, one state to the next, back and forth,
train after yacht having made an art of their
craft enjoying the fruits of a class welfare system, u know what I mean
jellybean?
Commissions
such as the California Coastal Commission
so high and mighty that the likes of the world famous Willis Surfing
Brothers don’t have despite their connection with the surf and waves the
foggiest notion of why it is that they have to get on their hands and knees,
beg the rich who pass by their digs on Cedros Avenue
Who they
“prey”
[sic] will not bump in to them in the surf while visiting where The Turf Meets The Surf
to launder a pocket full of pennies,
hoping those who read their “feel good” column in the Del Mar Times
will see fit to toss their way some of the crumbs coming from “Trickle down economics”, agree?
Out with
the poor and downtrodden as war clouds loom, generation after generation of
elitists perfecting a welfare system such as the one that currently prospers so
well here in the backyards of mainstream USA, the super rich so incredibly
smart at playing off those on the far right and the far left who meet time and
again to have their clambakes.
And all
that one needs as proof is to look no further than the business of SCALs [Shareholder
Class Action
Litigators] who ensure that simple
construction folk like your client
It is
just a matter of time be4 even the likes of the Willis Brothers who “mean
well” get fully up to speed, agree?
Such a
shame to have to play the game for so long not realizing the damage it has done
one’s brain patterns that even in the most washed out surfer’s most demented
state they are a hell lot smarter than both u and your client together, agree?
And
should serfers
wake up to the extent to which they have been had, then all I can say is “Watch Out”, agree?
More than
a handful of FBI type folks all around the world searching for things
such as SAM missiles with suitcase size nuclear devices armed and ready to go
thinking a whole lot differently than they did this time yesterday, agree?
Then
consider for the moment the number of people I have met in this relatively
brief stay on Mother Earth beginning with my first encounter with
2 of my extraordinary mother’s models which u c in this photo that
along with quite an interesting story about me bursting into tears was
published a few days after I was born in a local Durban, South Africa
newspaper, then add them the folks I skated with in ice-shows long be4 hitting the big time gig at the ripe old age
of 10 on the infamous train ride from Zurich
Switzerland to Kitzbuel Austria back in December 1967 soon after my mother had
her first noticeable stroke at the age of 38 when she briefly lost her handbag
containing the family’s “Crown Jewels”.
Now would
not be a good time to call Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman in
Wiveliscombe, Somerset, England, Tele #, direct dialing from the USA,
011-44-1-98-46—24-0-88 since the next stroke could very well be her last my
poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, extraordinary mother much like your
client’s other tenant Ms. K who rents the house in front of my studio
while “ducking for cover” pleas for “karma” as your
incredibly passive aggressive client pushes his out of control weight around
our backyard, busting things left and right as a pretext to come in and
“maintain” his piece of dirt.
Sidebar
to Mr.
Oh what a
high price we pay when
settling for temporary piece of mind, short-circuits to boot!
Now your
client while refusing to send me any more emails tells me that his incredibly
valuable piece of dirt will be reduced in value unless he puts back that
section of the fence which I had removed which separates my studio from the
house my Partner-Wife Marie Dion rents next door.
Sidebar
to the Willis Brothers: R u getting my drift?
Mr. Dog,
u won’t mind if I keep out the “sic”, just do your level best to keep the
thought “harassment” in the back of your head along with the
term, “quiet enjoyment” and then ponder why u would have the
person who served me yet again this afternoon with a Three-Day Notice to
Quit insisting that I leave my studio, bash through the very professional
gate that your client I believe bust when leaning his “phatso” [sic] torso
against it earlier this afternoon, race along the side of my PW MD’s
residence, slip along
the over watered garden crack my head open, all my marbles falling out just to
hand me another notice to kill my dog, agree?
The
separation anxiety really so necessary which will force me to visit once again
with Mr. Dick Heckman’s ex-wife and c if she will let me work from her patio
overlooking Dog Beach perhaps, this founder of US Filter’s former wife might
even let me have the best looking models in all of California wear sandwich
boards protesting this inhumane treatment just to get me to quit be4 supposedly
my lease runs out next February, agree?
To
mention a lot again of Simple Simple Construction
King
Poor, poor, poor Pypeetoe.
Furthermore,
I not only traveled all the way this morning at the “crack of dawn”
through the Red Light District of Del
Mar, saw no violators to speak of, waved hello as I passed the Willis Brothers’
residence-s be4 parking my Mini Cooper S in the parking lot of 444 South Cedros
Avenue to c if when handing over the monies for this month’s rent and curing
the Three-Day Notice to Pay Rent which I received yesterday your client
might offer me a reasonable expl
Simple Smith’s
ears tho appeared blocked with cauliflower which I detest perhaps as much as
folks who go around in circles thinking the masses will continue listening to
the bs of the Willis Brothers who again, “mean
well”, and the likes of
Could it
be that when one takes into consideration all the people I have met in my brief
life, not that I am as big a social butterfly as say King Golden Jr. Esq.
Any
member of the Washington Bunch most of
all former National Security Council “spook”,
my “come-lien” [sic] pal Roger W. Robinson
Veronica
and Randolph Hearst
Even our JoNathan
who not yet 12 is collecting friends like there is no tomorrow, no wonder he
asks me only once a day to come surfing with him, this not so poor, poor, poor
kid is simply beginning to understand how important it is to use one’s time
ever so wisely, agree?
So just
consider for the moment that I never met anyone else than those that I have
mentioned above and add to them the more than a handful of Jewish people I met
on the same trip back in 1967 when I was first introduced to my private Swiss
banker touring places like Jerusalem which is located in
the State of Israel, and then think of those Roman Catholics at St. Peters who begged my mother to
have me join the ranks of the altar boys with a shoe in to being the first
Jewish Pope and then imagine if u
will, assuming
u have not fallen asleep, asleep, asleep, the reaction of these folks coming to
terms with the rot that builds up in one’s head the result of being hooked on
entitlement programs.
And then
think if I get my one tenant Mr. Silas to produce a movie
that has certain really hot chick and guy
scenes shot on 27th
Street here in Del Mar which gets dubbed in 42 languages using folks like the
BBC to get the word out so much so that Del Mar becomes the vacation spot for dog
lovers from all over the world, terrific idea, agree?
And
should for whatever reason Mr. Silas have problems getting distribution in the
US there is first this company called Leucadia
National Corporation, the top dog who lives in Sol
Good Day,
The
Rattlesnake
Ps – The
quicker we all get to know one another better the greater the likelihood of
world peace
coming about in this lifetime.
[word count 1981]
