From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Monday, June 11, 2007 1:10 PM PT
To: Neil Gould
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Subject: PLACE ANY WEIGHT ON ANYThINg ANyONE OTHER THAN ME HAS TO TELL YOU... neil gould exercising vigorously....stop gary gevisser camp.

 

Dear Neil,

 

Do you ever sleep?

 

Walk, jump up and down, do whatever it takes to just place yourself in the shoes of one of your and Alex’s US$2 per day workers who may not have a TV or internet connection but can hear, can talk, can do in fact more than make switches for kettles and with each tick of the almighty clock recognize no different to you and those getting more than their fair share of the graft that time is very much on their side, leaving it up to you and those of similar sick mind to “make the first move”, knowing that with each forward movement of the almighty powerful clock the forces stacking up against you are both “superior and overwhelming”.

 

FBI agent Michael Lombardi, as you in all probability know, has threatened me with a Grand Jury investigation if I ever place his email address in the carbon copy section of any email I send out let alone one as heavily broadcasted as this.

 

Not to suggest that Agent Lombardi is on your payroll, and even if you were to tell me he isn’t I still wouldn’t at this point pay any attention to what either of you have to say.

 

Agent Lombardi is not, however, the head of the FBI and certainly not the DAAC but unlike you he has a much better idea of who signs his paycheck; i.e. those members of the secret Grand Jury could very well be receiving their own copy of this communication ahead of Agent Lombardi as well as the Attorney General of the United States who may or may not have more “Money Power” than the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and nor do I care, for reasons that of course you all understand perfectly well.

 

American citizens while the most deprived of their Constitutional Rights for reasons again I have explained rather well have this most awesome concept of “fairness” which is not quite the same as “justice” which they know can be bought, it is just that they never knew it could be so easily bought with Diamond Currency which only makes them that much more upset than miserable bastards like you playing it fast and loose on the island of Hong Kong thinking so utterly stupidly that you are “An Island” as well as “A Law unto yourself” no different to the DAAC who conditioned you and anyone who still wants to keep company with you.

 

Would you do me the favor of running the above paragraph by your friend who you say is the Head of English at a British University which why wouldn’t I assume is either Oxford or Cambridge and provide me with a critique, better yet an email address?

 

According Agent Lombardi the FBI have “washed their hands” of investigating even the clear cut “cover up” of the “use of an aircraft in the commission of a felony petty crime” that had a senior executive of a major New York Stock Exchange corporation, notably American Airlines calling me up on Tuesday, May 1st at 8:56 AM Pacific Standard Time with the single purpose of retaliating against me for after reporting the felony crime I through a series of “black and white” with the color red thrown in for emphasis emails, no photos “caught him red handed”, facts both Agent Lombardi and every single member of the FBI as well as any member of any Grand Jury whether or not convening to indict Dr. John Ben Stewart MD, thank God no longer practicing for not only his crimes of perjury but using the “good offices” of both the FBI and San Diego Police Department in an effort to illegally intimidate me following an initial criminal court hearing when my wife’s X husband and his Money Talks lawyer George Hurst Esq. realized Dr. John Ben Stewart was now in very serious trouble.

 

When Marie Dion Gevisserspeaks her mind” watch out!

 

If MDG needed a no-nonsense divorce lawyer who would you recommend?

 

How would go about convincing Agent Lombardi who I would assume would place me in the same cell as Paris Hilton, all of course for my “own protection”, that however long my life sentence I should be entitled to conjugal visits until such time as I am no longer in good enough physical shape to satisfy my very naturally demanding wife currently in the best shape of her life, not that this ravishing beauty with the most beautiful body was ever out of shape?

 

I just made myself a second but half shot cappuccino here at our Stone Home and quite frankly I don’t feel all that guilty considering that not only got in my morning exercise, late as it was, but I stretched afterwards for nearly an hour while of course playing with the dogs and only twice getting up to check messages on The Internet that close friends of mine has posted knowing long before I “went public” on the Internet back on June 10th 1999 never to communicate with me via telephone or email.

 

Not to mention that as much as I dislike running, again relatively speaking when compared say to being out in the surf catching waves on my wave ski where the forces of G-D-NAture are more evident, there really is no other way really get in great physical shape, although after I have got through the “crunch” of the first 6 miles running the trails of very treacherous Nobel Canyon where I of course, remember I am 50 years of age, start out very slowly, I then get into a rhythm where I don’t even feel like I am working out.

 

Wouldn’t you agree that if you were in my shoes this would be the greatest time to be alive?

 

Do you remember where my gorgeous, so very funny French Canadian wife and I ended our 24 day “fact finding mission” to China last summer?

 

BTW when the Marie D. Gevisser almost life-size portrait painted by Spanish master portrait artist Sebastian Capella is no longer on display at the Poway Art Center For The Performing Arts, close to 90 inches tall by some 55 inches wide, which room in your Hong Kong rented apartment can we hang it bearing it mind it has to be low enough to have you feel MDG is walking right at you but high enough so that no stains reach the canvas?

Who else do you think we “ran into” in Hong Kong?

Do you think on the very rare occasion your wife has sex with you that she is rarely thinking it is you, apart from when she tells you she is sick to her stomach?

 

If I recall correctly, you have never visited any place on the mainland of China, such as Beijing, apart from your Kettle switch factories which you are too afraid to visit, relying instead on your Russian Mafia partner Alex to do the “heavy lifting”?

 

I would be lying if I said I “broke bread” with South African Jonathan Beare but if I did in fact lie you would not know until I or Jonathan told you, otherwise you would believe me given how you know I have a little, NO STRIKE THAT, a whole lot better “access” to the “Money Power” elite than say someone like you who is made to grovel before imbeciles like the Essakows who do the dirty work for the likes of DAAC commodity trader Marc “Trading with the enemy” Rich, now you understand perfectly well why he was based out of Zug, Switzerland, now just as knowledgeable as each member of the DAAC controlled United States Congress and the such.

 

Not to mention that even today with every South African and X South African living abroad who is “anyone” knowing that Trouble Bubble and I do not “see eye to eye” and you will never until you take your final breath forget the so very important first and last meeting in 1995 - the day after I met with “colored gentleman” Trevor Manual, South Africa’s Minister of Finance - between myself and my uncle David Gevisser, the American head of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, Trouble Bubble would undoubtedly “take a meeting” with me, if I so desired.

 

Trouble Bubble you also realize is today significantly less relevant than even you even though with what Dr. Jonathan “Trouble Bubble” Beare “rounds off to” each and every day as he fiddles with the likes of you so caught up in your own little world’s all around the world, he could buy you for breakfast, lunch and dinner without you even knowing, no different to what the Chinese did with Bill “Cecil Rhodes-DeBeers Scholar” Clinton so easily because of your so weak libidos distracted by sex, and the dirtier only makes you feel that much cleaner.

 

And not to rub it in because I do really want to bring the best out of you, you have not forgotten Black Hatter Laviev who you thought given how he had just received US$1.5 billion for laundering on behalf of Mr. Putin US$14 billion in Diamond Currency on 47th-Wall Street, not to forget it would not have to have taken place at Codiam Inc.’s headquarters, Mr. Laviev would be more generous than simply shaking your hand.

 

Neither your friends nor enemies and remember you don’t have a clue who is really on your “team” will be advising you at this time, at least not to the point that you would place any weight on anything anyone other than me has to tell you.

 

Your eldest son was and is still very possibly a heroin addict.

 

You remember Sol “Gambling Czar” Kersner’s youngest daughter who I was very friendly with as a kid as well as her elder sister Andrea, was also addicted to heroin.

 

You remember the United States of America consumes 90% of the world’s heroin production most of which comes out of Afghanistan where since we have been in charge on the ground and air Afghanistan now produces more than 40% of the world’s demand which leaves enough over to make it cheap enough for both Mexicans and our soldiers being paid a slave-wage to fight a DAAC uphill battle.

 

You remember that DAAC Sol “Gambling Czar” Kersner’s only son Butch was killed last October in a plane accident while flying over the 90% of the DAAC Continent of Africa that the DAAC do not own “outright”.

 

How many of the many kids you have known throughout the world going back to when you were a kid got introduced well prior to being a teenager to their mother’s one of many but so very important Swiss private banker who also knew not even my very trusted father, a WW II Jewish Allied Fighter-Bomber-Pilot with 71 miraculous missions “tucked under his belt” had a clue about who my Royal Mater really worked for apart from herself, a one person multi-national conglomerate who when visiting with me in Chicago, Illinois just before I joined Codiam Inc., the most significant money laundering operation for the DAAC on the entire south and north American continent, made it her business-personal to give the most unimaginably brilliant talk-speech to a room packed with attorneys leading to the President of the bar association, a Black-African American gentleman inviting my Royal Mater to his and his wife’s home for dinner over in Gary Indiana and on the return car ride just as we were crossing a long bridge back into Chicago, in my second hand Fiat sports that on cold days I had to jump start by letting it roll down from the top of the parking lot where I was fortunate to be able to afford a parking spot in a not exactly inexpensive but at the same time not over the top expensive neighborhood of Lincoln Park right on the corner of Clark and Diversy, my RM seeing all the business cards I had been handed without saying a word about them only suggesting very quietly and ever so kindly that I think one more time about the offer her “close-lucky-friend” David Gevisser’s lawyers on Bush Street, San Francisco had made me which did not involve me ever having to work for anyone let alone amongst the filthy dirty Black Hatters who congregate on 47th Street principally to share intelligence on what is happening on Wall Street.

 

Bear also in mind not a single lawyer attending this once in a lifetime display of unmatched genius bringing together words and business savvy no head of any English department at any university in the world could ever even dream about matching without first collapsing in to a heap of tears knew the first thing about me, my mother never even mentioning me in her speech that had her audience so mesmerized that when she ended there was a gap of several pregnant pauses before every single person in the room except me were on their feet and even 15 minutes after Zena Gevisser was done with many so very happy to wait in the long line asking for her signature there were still those lingering around shaking their heads even clapping to themselves given how until you have heard my mother speak you haven’t lived.

 

This Head of English at a British University, how much do you really know about her?

 

Could he be for example a “cross-dresser” and would that change your opinion of the very good advice I am giving you.

 

Professor Jeffrey Sachs and all his worshippers are very quiet right now, for good reason.

 

Read again very carefully Chapter 9, DIAMONDS FOR HITLER; subtitle THE SECRET WAR REPORT OF THE OSS/CIA.

 

Think for just a moment that you are wrong about you being the only person in the world reading what I write and please take my word for it I rarely go back and read what I write although on the odd occasion when someone lets me know something I have written is unclear or needs an edit or “tTOo” [sic] then I do “sumtimes” [sic] go to the bother of making edits in green and if necessary changing the word count which again is reflected in green.

 

Don’t you think the colors pink and green are really cool?

 

Then do a little research on Field Marshall Jan Smuts helped by clicking on this hyperlink to Wikipedia.

 

I sincerely hope that this email is not taking away from you making love to your beautiful wife 19 odd hours and 59 minutes give or take 60 seconds, I guess.

 

Smuts was more than “the only person to sign the peace treaties ending both the First and Second World Wars.”

 

Smuts did more than, “greet the creation of the state of Israel and recognized it two days before the 1948 election that swept the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel’s South African Apartheid Regime in to power”.

 

Again “cutting and pasting”, my throwing in a “sic” for a spelling error:

 

After nine years in opposition and academia, Smuts returned as Deputy Prime Minister in a 'grand coalition' government under Barry Hertzog. When Hertzog advocated neutrality towards Nazi Germany in 1939, he was deposed by a party caucus, and Smuts became Prime Minister for the second time. He had served with Winston Churchill in World War I, and had developed a personal and professional rapport. Smuts was invited to the Imperial War Cabinet in 1939 as the most senior South African in favour of war. On 28 May 1941, Smuts was appointed a Field Marshal of the British Army, becoming the first South African to hold that rank.

 

Smuts' importance to the Imperial war effort was "emphasised" [sic] by a quite audacious plan, proposed as early as 1940, to appoint Smuts as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, should Churchill die or otherwise become incapacitated during the war. This idea was put by Sir John Colville, Churchill's private secretary, to Queen Mary and then to George VI, both of whom warmed to the idea. As Churchill lived for another twenty-five years, the plan was never put into effect and its constitutionality was never tested. This closeness to the British establishment, to the King, and to Churchill made Smuts very unpopular amongst the Afrikaner, leading to his eventual downfall.

 

Neil, you are beyond a shadow of a doubt the smartest person I knew that ever attended Carmel College, Durban, South Africa both our elementary, high school as well as possibly Sharona, the kindergarten school where your brain damage may have begun when planting your head too long in the sandbox.

 

You must not think that because you can afford to live rather well without having to sweat for a living in Hong Kong that is not exactly inexpensive you have a clue about how the “real world” works.

 

You think you know people like me as well as my mother who you only knew her as Zena Gevisser, a household name in South Africa, believing that she was a “close friend” of your father who was also English but that is really as far as it went.

 

My mother felt your father was a clown no different to most men idiot enough to live in the armpit hole of the world.

 

Moreover, she thought your dad was bum dentist and would not trust him with any of her children’s teeth beginning with mine which were her pride and joy and why the instant she found the very best dentist in Durban, your father was history, bearing in mind your father may have simply been second best, but to my Royal Mater you either were first or last, Zena Gevisser having no time for losers unless of course you were planning on taking your life and then the first person the top dogs at Life Line would call is Zena Gevisser who could be counted on no matter what other things of importance she was attending to whether it be arranging the marriage between Jackie O and Aristotle Onassis or knowing that her life was on the line when coming up with a list of dinner guests to be entertained by the DAAC stooge Attorney General of the United States Robert F. Kennedy, Zena with of course my dad always at her side would go “man the phones” and while saving many a life the extraordinary intelligence my highly secretive Royal Mater received would now only begin to boggle your mind.

 

Zena Gevisser was not only the most “wired” person in Israel which she began visiting from the earliest days of 1949, age 19, two to three times a year.

 

Your may want to touch base and check this all out with Janice Jacobson also a member of Life Line, and Janice you recall lost her precious youngest son not all that long ago to a petty crime that turned violent in their hotel right across from the Durban Jewish Club a quick sprint to Durban’s famous surfing spot, Bay of Plenty.

 

Not to mention Janice’s middle son Russell was one of my classmates and also a very close friend who attended our elementary school before leaving with a whole bunch of my other close mates to go to Durban High School which my father attended, playing in the same rugby team when 13 years of age as Chunie Tomson, World Surfing Champion Shaun Tomson’s late father.

 

 

Russell is standing 3rd from the left in the second to last row.

 

To his right is Jeffrey “ING” Malatskey CPA.

 

To Jeffrey’s right is Roy Essakow and to Roy’s right and sitting pretty in the seated row on the far right is Marion Lazarus, the eldest daughter of Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus.

 

Your sister, Andrea is seated one away from Marion, my first girlfriend.

 

Andrea was not the “smartest” person in our class not by any stretch of the imagination which still meant she was well above average in intelligence.

 

This particular class was rather exceptional beginning with the fact that the girls outshone the guys in every single subject beginning with the all important math and science.

 

The fact that Roy Essakow was in our class, like his brother Jeffrey who was in your class, the two of them possibly the two dumbest human beings to have ever come out of the womb of someone we might all be able to agree is a human being, does not “take away” from the extraordinary high intellect exhibiting by the overwhelming majority although it doesn’t take much to imagine how much smarter we would all be including your sister if Roy had simply never been allowed to graduate Kindergarten.

 

Roy Essakow, however, was not just my very best friend he was beyond a shadow of a doubt the smartest rugby player on our team and possibly the best rugby player to have ever come out of Carmel College although beyond a shadow of a doubt the best Jewish rugby player to have played rugby apart from my father was Peter Chait who you see in the back row, frowning third from the left.

 

Peter was also a very good looking boy but you wouldn’t know it from this photo as we were staring in to the sun which begins to tell you a little about our elders.

 

To Peter’s left is David Levy who was the captain of our rugby team, David going on to be “Head Boy” which for those unfamiliar with Jewish Kapos in the death-slave camps of Auschwitz and the such is the equivalent.

 

In order to keep the “ants towing the line” the school board would have kids informing on other kids who in turn would report to other kids known as “Prefects” who in turn would report to the “Head boy Prefect” who in turn would report to the Principal who in turn would report to the Board who in turn would report to The Pig who in turn would report to the 3rd Reich’s Southern Division more commonly known as The South African Apartheid Regime.

 

David Levy now President of Jewish Orthodox synagogue in La Jolla funded by Marc Rich via of course Roy, was a rugby captain’s backside.

 

David Levy was the very worst rugby player I have ever played with and as logic would dictate didn’t have a clue about “teamwork” and you may not know this but I only began to play my very best rugby when I was in mid 20s after I had returned from South Africa where I was treated for liver poisoning.

 

The pot you see me smoking on the beach in Clifton had been prescribed by my doctor Dr. Michael Moshal MD who was dead within a year at age 45, quite convinced was my dear good friend Michael that in order for me to live he had to die.

 

Michael and I had plenty of time away from his medical offices to “shoot the breeze” once he figured how the DAAC had managed to keep poising my liver even when I was being “placed under the knife” twice at Groote Schuur hospital in Cape town and immediately after himself being diagnosed with terminal lung cancer even though he hadn’t smoked a cigarette in his life and was in very good health otherwise, exercised regularly and had an awesome family life.

 

Michael’s father was also a physician who was my father’s immediate family’s doctor, Dr. Barney Moshal MD responsible for giving my dad a “clean bill of health” in order for my dad to begin training to become one of the great fighter bomber pilots of World War II although you wont see my dad’s “record” in the history books, his logbooks, however, detailing his 71 odd miracle surviving missions dive bombing the crap out of the Nazi bastards leave nothing to the imagination especially if you have ever flown with anyone in a World War II fighter bomber plane beginning at 10,000 feet going into a nose dive imagining AK AK exploding all around you, not knowing whether it is going to get better or worse as you approach the targets that could be decoys, one minute throwing up light aka k and then heavy and then light all the while concentrating on both the target with an eye open for enemy planes, always remembering your speed and pitch of the flying bomb so that when you release your bombs most often three 500 pounders attached to the undercarriage and both wings, at times a single 1,000 pound bomb, the plane doesn’t fly into the bombs and then there are your machine guns strafing both targets and the surrounding area and last but not least there are your buddies to protect and none more important than Dr. Syd Cohen MD whose life is one you don’t have to be told is worth more than yours even if there are folks back home who will mourn your fiery death.

 

Place yourself in the shoes of my beyond belief humble father when arriving back in South Africa on April 23rd, 1945 his 71st mission ending on April 15th,  just to say goodbye to his beloved mother, Katie Gevisser, age 50 just a couple of months remained before she would succumb to cancer, dead June 8th 1945, the day Nazi Germany surrendered, and the first thing that happens is that you are attacked with a knife by her brother who blames you for his sister “catching” cancer the result Mr. Sher argued of Katie Gevisser worrying about her very special boy who volunteered so very young.

 

Michael Moshal knew more about my father than my father knew about this most well informed member of the deep underground Jewish Underground.

 

His father, Barney was also a member and when “turning a blind eye” to my father’s mild case of asthma Dr. Barney Moshal MD knew that above all God/G-d would forgive him and you would know if following along as closely as I know you are just by how you pick and choose photos on my database I have never included in my emails that on my father’s first practice dive bomb run he never had an asthma attack again.

 

You may have known of one or two other father’s who were fighter-bomber-pilots very different to fighter pilots who fought in both World War II and Israel’s War of Independence but I doubt you bothered to give even a moment’s thought of how your life would be different without them, Jewish Fighter-bomber-pilots simply incorruptible especially those who survived so many miraculous missions.

 

The decision for my father not to fly alongside Dr. Syd Cohen MD in the 1948-1949 War of Independence was not my father’s. Bernie Gevisser was totally unaware of everything and I mean everything going on at the time because his father-in-law, my Royal Mater’s father, Albert Badash-Ash was “calling all the shots” and the only other person who knew besides for my father’s father, Israel Issy Gevisser, was my RM who also only knew only what she needed to know.

 

Every Jewish person is told to “live for today”, the expression “L’ Chaim” that translates literally “To Life” is a word even non-Jewish people sometimes use when making a “toast” but most Jewish people and Gentile alike don’t really “live in the moment” and those whose task it is to keep the Jew within each of us from being destroyed know not to weep, not to shed a tear for the dead or disabled but when fighting for their lives, knowing war is not just big business but the most profitable business for all DAAC businesses to be equally focused on the next war which gets increasingly tougher as Israel’s intelligence, the backbone of its success on the battlefield gets increasingly “compromised” to the point that Israel’s military looks increasingly like that of the United States and Great Britain.

 

Try holding your tongue at least until I have finished broadcasting Part II – Two busy Jobs – What happened to Hitler’s Diamonds?

 

It may be a while before you next hear from me as after a quick midday walk with our “tTOo” [sic] dogs I will be heading back to Del Mar to meet my awesome wife for a late lunch and then to just “hang out” at our cliff house, Wednesday we are having the wooden railing blocking a very small fraction of our most awesome view removed and replaced with glass.

 

You would enjoy it either way.

 

Ps – Don’t forget you are not required to share your email list with me which of course you know would result only in decreasing the circle of those dependant upon my insight and analysis of the important events of the day as those on your email list not communicating with me privately feel an ever increasing spotlight.

 

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From: Neil Gould
Sent: Monday, June 11, 2007 12:25 AM
To: Gary S. Gevisser; Dr. Cristina Lanata MD
Cc: Professor Jeffrey Sachs - Columbia University; ahackner@netactive.co.za; mandm@global.co.za; bergermd@aol.com; BermanJ@scmb.co.za; bsmail@xtra.co.nz; Valerie & Stanley; iti04598@mweb.co.za; bdfabric@iafrica.com; Disch1000@aol.com; ccecchetto@kfmb.com; Hbar4@aol.com; gkluk@attglobal.net; jbkrifcher@aol.com; joal2@erols.com; kellyberm@aol.com; lance.berman@spcorp.com; alana@netvision.net.il; lhack@home.com; aronz@earthlink.net; mike-sel@iafrica.com; morkelb@home.com; nataliefainsod@hotmail.com; ccochran@thesandiegochannel.com; clapper@maaganm.co.il; Ronnie@crystal.com.au; deputygm@peninsula.co.za; slevin@nepa.org.za; sir@akamail.com; spberman@sabje.co.za; sperling@iafrica.com; Cliff Benn; Derrick.Beare@Investec.co.uk; Lee Selbo; Noreen; Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss; Raymond Bloom (E-mail); Dr. Jack Goldblatt MD; Louise Rosen - Columbia University
Subject: Re:
NEIL GOULD EXERCISING VIGOROUSLY....: Stop GARY GEVISSER CAMPAIGN

 

Dear Cristina

 

Below another message depicting the true Gary. Please note

 

a) I bet you  more that the US$2 per day that I pay my workers in china and more than the US$1 per day paid to workers that make Gary's shirt and trousers, and more than the US$0.75c for the people who polished Gary's Jewellery when I knew him in South Africa, as a pleasant lovely kid who lost his marbles, presumably when the realization hit him that he was being left behind, only to fall back on his misused high I.Q.. Every genius is mad, but not every mad person is a genius. You chose.

The bet is that if you hit the  "REPLY ALL" buttons on your Computer relating to Gary's E Mails - 99% of them are bounced or trashed by the recipients. He is clever enough to use my cartoons to increase his circulation.

 

b) He needs a new sucker every day. Do not fall into his trap. NOBODY IS READING. Only I and 2 others.

 

c) Do not sell your soul. You are probably very nice . Do not become tainted by his greasy hands. Leave it to me. I know how to finish off these types of people. Slowly but surely. Such is the way of the Mafia....watch

 

d) Look at  his grammar. I submitted his Emails to the Head of English at a British University, whose child is in Hong Kong. She said it was the most atrocious grammar ever and saw signs of serious mental obsessive deficiencies and that he best take some advice.

e) I do not take drugs -never ever did - GALLY GEVISSER_NOTHER_ONE_YSLIKE_THE_OTHER_ONE does - look at the cartoon - proof beyond doubt.

 

Neil - All that Glitters is Goul - Lover of Diamonds

 

 

----Gally omitted to send you part 2 of his wedding

 

  

  

 

- Original Message -----

From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Sunday, June 10, 2007 10:43 PM PT
To: Dr. Cristina Lanata MD
Cc: rest; Professor Jeffrey Sachs - Columbia University; ahackner@netactive.co.za; mandm@global.co.za; bergermd@aol.com; BermanJ@scmb.co.za; bsmail@xtra.co.nz; Valerie & Stanley; iti04598@mweb.co.za; bdfabric@iafrica.com; Disch1000@aol.com; ccecchetto@kfmb.com; Hbar4@aol.com; gkluk@attglobal.net; jbkrifcher@aol.com; joal2@erols.com; kellyberm@aol.com; lance.berman@spcorp.com; alana@netvision.net.il; lhack@home.com; aronz@earthlink.net; mike-sel@iafrica.com; morkelb@home.com; nataliefainsod@hotmail.com; Neil Gould; ccochran@thesandiegochannel.com; clapper@maaganm.co.il; Ronnie@crystal.com.au; deputygm@peninsula.co.za; slevin@nepa.org.za; sir@akamail.com; spberman@sabje.co.za; sperling@iafrica.com; Cliff Benn; Derrick.Beare@Investec.co.uk; Lee Selbo; Noreen (noreen@steinabel.com.au); Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss; Raymond Bloom (E-mail) (rayb@mweb.co.za); Dr. Jack Goldblatt MD; Louise Rosen - Columbia University
Subject: NEIL GOULD EXERCISING VIGOROUSLY....: Stop GARY GEVISSER CAMPAIGN

 

Dear Cristina – there is something you can do for me before you leave Lima---…