< From: Gary S

From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Friday, January 19, 2007 5:26 PM PT
To: Mensche I
Subject: I never did get around to placing you on the FOOLS NAMES FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES list.

 

I do, however, have all our “back and forths” up on my one website directory.

 

I want you to think very carefully of what it would mean for me to suddenly take those emails down.

 

First, it will look very “fishy” because it will look like a “pay-off” of some kind.

 

Second, a smarter way is for me to just not make any further reference to you which will have all those who think I am either “on medication” or have “failed to take” medication soon forgetting.

 

And of course now that you have figured out the “method to my madness” you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that they are the ones either on medication or who should be on medication for simply failing time and again to do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and join you in “getting on board” with this winning team who knows better than to judge one evil as better or worse than another.

 

You should also know that I have never been “on medication” not even when we figured out that I had been poisoned by the DAAC back in early 1980 when my South African gastroenterologist Dr. Michael Moshal MD “saw fit” to simply place me on a very healthy diet.

 

There was, however, a couple days in December 1998 after a very powerful hallucinogenic was deposited in to either a Pepsi Cola canned drink I was given by Joe Steinberg of Luecadia National Corporation [LUK] in mid-November 1998 and/or food I ate at lunch in the first days after I began working on December 1st 1998 for HomeFed, one of Luecadia National Corporation’s wholly owned subsidiaries that I was given “tranquilizers” to calm me down after the “acid” took its toll but just like in 1980 I was able to gather all the evidence of “wrongdoing”, none more important than the fact that LUK was in business with DAAC controlled Russian mafia who managed to “loop in” LUK who thought given their extraordinary “free hand” here in the U.S. that they had the “Midas touch” and could get into any business they sought including distributing in Russia the foulest tasting Pepsi-cola and once “hooked” the DAAC Russian mafia sent Joe the clearest and loudest signal that he had better “behave” when simply deciding to show up with fully loaded semi-automatic weapons at a Moscow hotel suite that was occupied by Paul Borden, the future head of HomeFed.

 

Moreover, even though I did see about a handful of psychiatrists following this “upper” episode, without exception I had each and every one of these nonsense talkers inevitably collapsing in to a heap of tears as I provided them with irrefutable “smoking gun proof” of their own deception beginning by having them explain to me how the composition of prescription drugs they thought would be helpful for me wouldn’t at the same time have “unintended consequences” which they were in no position to argue otherwise given how anything but godly these so greedy bastards prescribe drugs that inevitably line their pockets

 

Name me a single poor physician in the United States who prescribes drugs or who is not part of a research grant “gifted” by a pharmaceutical company!

 

Just like when you asked me, “Why are you so angry with Windy Winn and Fran Joseph”, two individuals who you don’t know or really care to know about, once I understand where the person is coming from who is asking the question so in the next instant, assuming I am not distracted, so I can so very quickly “cut to the chase”.

 

Again, in exposing the DAAC who interfere with the light one has to “attack” both the top and bottom of the DAAC socio economic pyramid at “every opportunity” and it is very important to “appear” as angry with the drek at the bottom as with those at the top but at the same time showing how extraordinarily stupid they really are while allowing them ever opportunity to reveal their true colors, again never thinking myself so smart as to outsmart G-d.

 

So important to give everyone we are “gifted” along this most interesting journey of life the opportunity to show their “true colors” bearing in mind there is nothing wrong in not knowing but once knowing the truth, that which does not change, then you have to be man enough to come forward just like you and do the very “Christian thing” and “ask for forgiveness”.

 

As you well know Jewish people who are encouraged like no other peoples perhaps with the exception of the Chinese to seek the truth at whatever the cost have absolutely no excuse especially now in this digital age for finding out the truth about who exactly financed the “nothing” Hitler, that it is simply not enough to say, “bad people” and then think oneself so smart that our anything but wimp G-d would not exact such a vengeful punishment on those who knew Or who should know better.

 

For a long time now, ever since figuring out the role of the Hasidic-Black Hatters in the Diamond Invention I have thought about the most effective way to bring any discussion with anyone who was talking nonsense including those psychiatrists just very simply asking what role they thought the Black Hatters played in the “scheme of things” by making the following supposition:

 

You know that it is just a so obvious front that the Black Hatters are not in the least bit pivotal players in the highly lucrative “money laundering” business where they mull around on busy streets not having to deal with nuisance things like brick and mortar buildings that have all sorts of hidden overhead costs including all the latest and greatest eavesdropping devices.

 

Consequently everyone with a morsel of brain can figure out  these ultra-orthodox, so very dirty looking creatures who seem to thrive on planting devil worshipping imagery in the minds of the Goyim-Gentiles with their tefilin head ornaments and leather straps around their arms and hands, serve as the distracting eyes and ears of the DAAC as they shuffle from street to street, one city to the next, country after country, airport after airport, hotel foyer after hotel foyer kibitzing with only however, the ‘movers and shakers” of the secular Jewish communities around the world who are always in a hurry which suits the Black Hatters down to the ground not in the least bit interested in “hand outs” which the so very busy “mover & shaker” believes is all they are wanting, not in the least bit fooled by their so monotonous blessings and religious preachings knowing PERFECTLY WELL OR so they think that the Black Hatters are while also opposed to the State of Israel, just another group of hypocrites - so what’s new? - just the very poor money launderers who prop up the DAAC that each and every secular Jewish “mover and shaker” knows for a fact being so very knowledgeable, so very educated at secular universities – academia the new corrupt church.

 

So what that the DAAC are the money launderers of money launderers who corrupt governments, better them allocating the world’s resources than their corrupt governments?

 

So very exhausting that by the time their quick meetings are over the DAAC Black Hatter has all the “scivvy-low down” but the only thing the “mover and shaker” remembers because they are as good as the last thing the last person they are with has to say, are the words, “tohdah-thank you

 

So now to bring you in to a reality check think back of all the times you or a member of your Jewish family ran into a Black Hatter at an airport or in the foyer of your Hotel just when you were checking out, in such a hurry or how about just when bumping in to them on a crowded street?

 

So much, most often inconsequential information, is then “massaged” until it can be at the right time introduced as “dirt” to other members of the close-knit family-mafia-clan not by the so mindful and so quiet spoken Black Hatters but by those in business with or against such family members who simply have an “ax to grind”!

 

 

BTW 3 psychiatrists I had a great time meeting with in the first part of 1999 as I “winded down” during which time I never took a single pill, decided after meeting me no more than a couple of times to stop practicing medicine altogether; the one, the most pleasant, a Harvard trained doctor decided to go back in to research as  I mostly demonstrated since he knew like most physicians he was practicing witchcraft at best, that if he continued to “practice medicine” it would just be a question of time before I would see to it that either he went bankrupt and/or simply couldn’t afford the medical malpractice insurance premium, instead by joining a research group attached to university he would have more time to practice his golf.

 

One psychiatrist who I believe is still practicing medicine in La Jolla and perhaps you would like to join me in saying “hello” to him again, would only see me if my wife was present.

 

The scene was right out of the Cookoos Nest but I think my wife who is the only one who can say that I am “Charming Naïve” because it is not true would agree I did as great a job as Nicholson as I sounded like a tape recorder, repeating time and again only that this horny psychiatrist turn on the tape recorder which he had on his desk as he totally ignored me and was only interested in talking to my over the top brilliant wife who wasn’t saying anything as he kept talking and talking while constantly lowering his head to the side and twisting his body in order to get an even better look up her skirt.

 

No doubt this wasn’t the first time he had placed a woman in this beanie bag chair that served the same purpose as one of those contraptions when getting a vaginal exam, not that you have any more experience than me which is none, but he had surely never had someone quiet as beautiful with the most awesome body, a pair of legs like none other that had him so carried away no doubt helped by my never ending mantra, “turn on the tape recorder” to the point that this son-of-bitch began to stop looking at me even when I changed my pitch.

 

I wrote up a record of this extraordinarily funny scene that lasted only 45 minutes and then sent the psychiatrist a copy.

 

Not to mention that just like every other psychiatrist he never sent me a bill.

 

Time to walk the dogs.

 

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