If not now then when?...---...Struggle-Wrestle with God
Me_thinks, I am quite surprised that u have not responded to my most recent posting, 3855-3856 given your attentiveness at the time I announced back on October 1st 1999 in post 1441
which was a response to your Msg 1430 the SCAL [Shareholder Class Action Lawsuit] I had painstakingly “cajoled” the SCALs [Shareholder Class Action Litigators] in to filing, such an announcement you may recall from post 1462 was “not made public for another eight hours” to mention little Brendy_45’s vicarious thinking of her-himself getting “boned up the ass by Bubba”, the information-evidence I have been painstakingly gathering against Citigroup I can assure you far more irrefutable in terms of “smoking gun evidence” than what “we” had to work with when deciding to go to battle against Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman.
Furthermore your post 1445 10/01/99 06:08 pm, “Anyone confirm gg's lawsuit posting?” supportive of your focus?
I have just arrived at JFK en route to London, having spent a leisurely day in Manhattan recovering from the prior days festivities as well as Arenal’s loss to Chelsea, heartbreaking much like my poor poor dog, Pypeetoe although doing better since my partner-wife is stepping up to the plate like non other and addressing Pypeetoe’s separation anxiety by having him sleep all night long in her bed, having to move to our rock cabin in the mountains so as to not violate her cardinal rule a little extreme, wouldn’t u agree?
Coming away from a rather enjoyable 2nd Night Passover Seder dinner almost was enough to deal with my friend Derrick’s severe case of depression my simply commiserating with him emulating the feeling of the Arsenal fans who were crying like babies in the soccer stadium, and then to top it off there is David Beckham, more of God to the Brits than Queen Elizabeth and her pitiful sons, if such a thought is even imaginable, have text messaging sex with another woman, his wife, David Bechham’s wife that is, not my friend Derrick, not quite understanding this testosterone thing when telling David to just go and hang out in Spain for sum 3 months and simply focus on bringing home the bacon and not worry about having to deal with adorning fans wanting to give him simply head, trips one after the other, no one really knowing the truth about anything but why not immerse oneself in the bs of others considering there is so little to attract folks these days to one another so many fricken negatives out there, how can us positives really make a difference?
I will continue this monologue unless u begin a dialogue with me once I get settled into Folly Farm just 9 miles from the center of London.
Chow.
Gary S. Gevisser
Ps – “When the dialogue becomes too monologues it is the beginning of the end” [sic] – Marie Dion [Gevisser]