From:
Gary S. Gevisser
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Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Perfect Storm XXIX
I have though managed to set up a system that gives certain
groups priority over others and you are one case in point. It is important to
me that I gather as much intelligence as I can if in fact I am going to be able
to make some positive impact on this world which I assume is also your game
plan.
Your email is clear that you don’t want to be on my
mailing list in which case I could simply hit your name with the
"Delete" key on the Hindu principle of "Not arguing with the
once-born" and be done with it or I could take the time out to try and
persuade you otherwise by appealing to you directly much like what my
stepfather and your cousin, Alan Zulman, did in becoming one of the most
effective fundraisers for the State of Israel during its many crises over the
years particularly in 1967.
I happen to have a Hashalom
from January of that year that contains a number of interesting stories and
names that you will no doubt recognize. My mother whose maiden name is Ash
wrote a story about
By not confronting evil each and every time that we see we
do not only ourselves a great disservice but more importantly our children who
end up carrying the baggage on shoulders that should be getting lighter with
each passing phase of the sun. The closer one gets to God though the easier it
becomes to understand man’s frailties.
While the solutions may seem daunting to most I see them
quite in reverse much the same way Quantum Mechanics work, going backwards and
forwards, but with twists that provide me with an overall perspective that
seems to overcome even my addiction to caffeine. Although I rarely drink more
than one cup of coffee
a day I am fully aware that my body could easily dispense with even a drop of a
stimulate that simply increases the pace of a pump that is already pumping what
probably amounts to several tons of fluid per day. I haven’t exactly done
the math but it wouldn’t surprise me if the volume passing through the
heart amounts to a container load or more depending upon how hard the heart
beats.
The back of that issue of Hashalom contains an ad for Gipsy Coffee one
of the myriad of companies owned by the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies
and I believe it is this “pig” issue that has you most annoyed. If
I am wrong I would very much appreciate it if you were to set me straight.
One of the things I am somewhat familiar with is the subject
of “referred pain”
as a result of my stint with a medical device company that received both
international as well as an honorable mention
to mention just in passing another Perfect Storm that is brewing which you
haven’t heard about which involves the “stent” business
something no doubt you might also be interested in for a number of varying
reasons.
My emails are in fact designed to address a whole number of
agendas which is why my website NextraTerrestrial.com remains on track to be
the number website on the planet. There is something in it for everyone and yet
obviously not everyone sees benefit to themselves in me succeeding which is why
I am so painstakingly going about trying to flush you out. Once I understand
perfectly what is the nature of your beef then I can modify my approach much
like a pilot does with trimming his wings as he comes into land.
As opposed to a gradual descent which would make me a much
easier target for ground fire to mention little of the bogies who circle above
just waiting for me to make one wrong move I have factored in more of a “wave” motion that has me going
up and down, left and right, right and left but never do I go around and around
in circles. I have taken a thing or two from reliable history books listening
most carefully to people like my father who don’t lie, steal and cheat
who as a fighter-bomber pilot during WWII would come in steep like a torpedo,
getting as low as possible in order to execute a Direct Hit and
hopefully get out alive.
In previous
communications I have made reference to Colonel Kroesch who may have been the
first Allied Pilot to drop paratroopers into
I am prepared to do whatever it takes to penetrate each and
everyone’s skull without so much as striking a blow and of course I
don’t fear a lawsuit being dropped on my stoop. It may look like I might
stoop a little but part of that has to do with my muscular skeletal system that
I was provided with at birth although playing “hooker” in the rugby
scrum probably didn’t do much to improve my posture.
We all have many things in common at birth but it is how
quickly we move into being our own beings and not fall victim to someone
else’s shadow. Few people really appreciate great art for the simple
reason that few people who can execute great paintings are competent enough to
explain it. My very good friend
One of his works is that of a Roman Coliseum
that dates back 200 years before Christ that is located in northern
Things haven’t really changed all that much since the
Roman times, wouldn’t you agree? Except that we have the advent of the
Digital Age that now allows folks like me to not only choose the stage but set
the stage for revolutionary action that shouldn’t result in any more
blood being spilled. I have to though tread ever so carefully given the fact
that I happen to have all the evidence any court in the world would deem
sufficient to convict.
Yesterday I happened to be having a conversation with an
attorney friend who pretty much gave me the same schpiel that your mother gave
me back on
We have godly inspired people throughout the ages but none
more so in the last 2,000 years since Einstein who got not only the math almost
perfectly right but got inspired by seeing trains go by. All that one needs to
do is examine one’s own life and see what inspires you to do good and
whether it is simply something that is a knee jerk reaction and if so why not
pay attention to that. The problem I believe lies in the fact that we are all
so much in a hurry that we not only lose track of time but mostly our minds.
I will probably at some point provide the math that proves
out conclusively that I am right about this but right now I am in a race
against time to impress upon people like you that avoiding the pitch brings
with it consequences the least of which is going to be a website devoted purely
to folks who want to be taken off my mailing list.
Everyone has their own agenda and when something conflicts
with it one simply can hit the delete button and get on with whatever else one
has in mind assuming of course one is still capable of focusing after being
delivered one of my knuckleballs.
In a matter of days it is going to come down to me
presenting the evidence of corruption at the highest levels our government and
the folks that your mother wanted me to vote for, at least those responsible
for getting people like Clinton into the highest elected office in the land are
at the heart of the corruption. I intend to rip out this corruption by going
straight for the head and I don’t intend to take any prisoners. I will be
taking Governor Davis and his cronies on an educational journey much like I am
taking you today.
When someone raises a word like “conscience”
albeit a Jewish person I see red especially when it comes out of the mouth of a
South African Jewish person who allowed a bunch of pigs to run roughshod over
many of us to the point that many if not most are in fact so brain dead that
they cannot see the forest for the trees which is exactly what was occurring in
Nazi Germany right before Hitler came to power on a song and a prayer that even
a half wit knitwit who attended Natal University should be able to understand.
Now I am not altogether referring to you for there were more
than a handful of us little shits who had no right to be attending higher
education in the first place given how little we contributed in the effort to
dismantle the Nazi regime which took root in 1948. We were, however, powerless
in large measure the result of your parents’ best friends the
Lazarus’ who mesmerized not only them but most of the community with God
only knows what?
Yes, I know only too well what God has decided to do with
Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus who
is probably moving along a line much like what happened to folks passing
through
I may in fact get to watch Superbowl tomorrow at least
possibly the half time commercials which might inspire me to further fine tune
my pitch. When, however, you have right on your side it is very hard to be
distracted particularly by being on the so-called left as in liberals who are
blood brothers with those on the “far write”
[sic] who may not write as well as those educated at places like Yale,
Cambridge and Oxford let alone a sanctuary for brain dead white folk like the
University of Natal, South Africa.
I took that picture of Nazi memorabilia on my second visit
to Peru last year soon after doing the Inka trail to Machu Picchu which I had
visited earlier with my dog.
I make it my business to try and be as efficient as possible
and like everyone I have other things going on in my life which are in fact all
neatly tied together but I won’t bother with explaining all that to you
right now. Suffice to say that last hyperlink is an email to the breeder of my
dog who just called me out of the blue wanting my address to send the
dog’s pedigree. Ordinarily my conversations are rather short these days
but I was most interested to hear from this particular Lynne although another
Lynne who called me earlier today also had very interesting things to say as
she asked me my advice about selling her house in Malibu. Before I could give
her my pennies worth the line went dead.
One of the members of the media of the media that I will be
contacting is someone by the name of Lois who happens to own the full brother
of my Pypeetoe that is also winning the hearts and souls of people he comes
into contact with but also the competitions. My dog, although undoubtedly a
Super Italian Greyhound was born just one inch too tall for completion which
just happened to be my luck.
This word “luck” is going to be something you
will be hearing more of as word spreads about the message I will be delivering
in short order. And make no mistake when I deliver the evidence it will be
“short, sweat, and to the point”
[sic] and yes it will require patience.
Some who are not that familiar with my “work
product” may ask silly questions like, “What proof do you have that
Bill Simon was a ‘shoe-in’ and wasn’t simply shopping at
Wetherly Capital for a weather report” and my only answer for such
nincompoops is, “I know exactly what happened so why would I need
proof?”
Of course though it will come down to the better the
evidence the better the proof.
I will give you another case study as it relates to the
question of proof. Despite today being the Sabbath Day my one
attorney-colleague Jeffrey
Krinsk who really doesn’t need any more publicity given his already
pivotal standing in taking over the realm of Shareholder Class Action
Litigation [SCAL] just got done telling me that he had something to do with one
of the five fireworks barges that will be in San Diego bay for tonight’s
Superbowl festivities being placed in front of Shelter Island so that he will
have a bird’s eye view from his home up in Pt Loma that used to belong to
the former mayor of San Diego whose husband was probably the one who decided on
having this incredible freezer that allows
With that said, you should decide for yourself whether
It is those at the top right now who are the most fearful
and I see it wherever I go and the emails tell it all. And the first to go are
going to be the likes of Milberg Weiss whether or not they get convicted by
either of the two grand juries investigating them. You should know that this
information from this other attorney out of New York who may have more of a
beef with Milberg Weiss than me.
I had planned this coming Super bowl to celebrate with
everyone including folks like you who I consider as close as it gets to
so-called “family” but events today seemed to drag on longer than
usual putting me a little behind schedule in my “show and tell.”
There is nothing though like coming from behind to win a
race something you certainly understand both on and off the field of play. A
couple of decades back when I “tutored” you in a class at
university, I believe it was “Deceased and Insolvent Estates” I was
actually quite impressed with myself, not that I didn’t expect you to
pass but that I was actually able to communicate my “Bottoms Up
Schooling”. The following year I got to practice my craft in earnest and
that is when I knew I was on to something different.
Even though my family don’t particular care for my
labeling myself “a failed university tutor” nothing I ever did
while growing up in South Africa was as close to the truth as my experience
during those 3 months prior to emigrating to the United States during which
time I managed to convince more than a handful of people to really think about
the nonsense taught in courses like finance and accounting that couldn’t
all be taught to most 13 olds at the time.
Today I know of at least a handful of kids ages 10 and below
who would follow everything covered back then and with the aid of computers do
a “consolidation” in one press of the button assuming of course the
“audirtors” picked up the offshore and off balance sheet items
which only come about if someone is willing to spill the beans.
My understanding is that the grand jury conducting a
criminal investigation in to the law firm of Milberg Weiss, the “keeper
of the gates” the most powerful and rapacious law firm on the planet who
were banking on a Beverly Hills physician to stick to his knitting but whose
shingle didn’t quite describe him being a “front” and ended
up doing time in jail, is now “singing like a canary” to the Feds.
This sort of singing is making a lot of folks very nervous everywhere as you
can well understand. In due course I will bring this matter to the attention of
the folks from eraider.com whose website seems to be getting more hits than
they seem to be able to handle although it may just be a sign of the times and
don’t worry this email is not intended for the New York Times at least not
yet.
Your email reminded me very much of the two emails I
received from
I have yet to respond to Norman who like others I grew up
with would obviously prefer that I “let good dogs die alone” [sic].
I never really bought into too much of the BS growing up in SA but there were a
couple of English expressions which made more sense than others such as
“Sleep with dogs and you get up with fleas.”
My take on the insurance industry may not strike as much as
a cord with you as my take on the Hot Water Wars that directly impacts
developers/investors such as yourself but the more I think about it the more
convinced I am it is my take on how brain dead we and our parents must have
been to have allowed a family like the Lazarus family of Durban North not only
into our schools and synagogues but often times into our homes that is mostly behind
you now wanting to tune out.
I can only wonder how many times you have discussed with
your non-Jewish American friends and business colleagues people like Scott
Tinley the politics preached and practiced by these foul mouthed Jewish
brothers of ours who had the entire community kowtowing to their ill-conceived
wisdom, the antithesis of the teachings of Judaism who, however, to their
credit not only put “their money” where their mouths were but were
never shy to let each one of us know how sanctimonious they were in protecting
each of our behinds, much like what the capos did in maintaining order in the
Ghettos and concentration camps, wouldn’t you agree?
In my business of “problem solving” following
the money trail is not as important as understanding the nature of the business
which only requires one spending a little bit of time in any shop, the smaller
the better much like what my family in Vilnius tendered before the
bottom dropped out. To do good business one doesn’t need a
“Yiddisha Kop” one simply needs to keep one’s wit about you
and make certain you make good on your word. Anyone who preaches more than that
is simply having fun generally at other’s expense, much like what is
taught at so-called business and accounting schools.
I have learned a thing or two along the way and most of all
I know the dangers of playing it rough in the “loose scrum”
and even my very close American colleagues who know a thing or tTOo about
responding to fast balls thrown at or near head are mostly worried about those
who have had their heads so deeply implanted in other peoples backsides that
they see me giving them no way out but to distance themselves even further from
the truth.
Although I don’t have much hope that I will convince
everyone out there about the need for change I am going to at least give
everyone I come into contact with the opportunity to come with me on a
“light journey” and of course it requires that you be in shape. A
realtor neighbor of ours recently threw up her hands after I had caught her
playing it a little too cutsy for my liking. I was very careful in my choice of
words since she had just had a full-on face lift that was actually one of the
best I have ever seen but God only knows what money she would have saved if she
had been only honest with herself from the getgo. By the time I was done with
her she had aged in my opinion a good ten years and as she staggered to the
door I kept thinking to myself, “Thank God I never said anything like
‘tTOo faced’” [sic].
My “travel companion” thinks like many others
that I sometimes push things a little too far that older folks are simply not
ready for change and who will only do something when forced to. Of course she
is right which is why I push things. There is nothing worse than having to drag
a dead cow out of the mud. Fortunately, my sense of humor can save the day and
it is rare that anyone leaves my company mad although undoubtedly I get more
than my share of cross-eyed looks.
Having only played “hooker” in the scrum I
benefited from the constant flow of air movement coming in from both sides of
the tunnel, tunnel vision to avoid at all cost, wouldn’t you agree? There
were of course many exceptions to the rule of South Africa breeding mostly
brain dead Jewish people and the one that best comes is Michael Moshal who
did more than simply keep me alive. I only knew Mike just a matter of months
but just like
All of our time is valuable and I don’t think anyone
can be left behind and it was for that reason alone I gave of my time when
tutoring you some 26 odd years ago. It is now payback time. “If you are
not part of the solution then you are part of the problem” is something
my mother drummed into my SCAL and I would
think that at a minimum you would have read this deposition taken by a skilled
and experienced litigator particularly my notes in “pink.”
Alan Zulman had a hand in getting this ball rolling and why
I find it rather strange that you would not want to be kept up to speed on such
important matters to mention little of my findings in the area of degenerative diseases. Now of course if you think I have lost my
golden touch then why wouldn’t you simply make a call say to my brother
Melvin or better yet have the courage to call me directly, 1-858-SEL-NEXT a
pretty good number wouldn’t you agree?
Your mother back on November 8th 2000 certainly
didn’t waste time mincing any words with me when telling me what was on
her mind and how important it was that I vote my “conscience…to
make certain that Liarman” [sic] and his worse than boring teammate get
elected. I responded much in the same way to this attorney colleague of mine in
New York yesterday.
Mark my words, the Chief Executive Officer of the United
States will suspend trading of public corporations. When that will happen is
anyone’s guess but I challenge anyone in the universe including you to
make the case why it shouldn’t be done first thing Monday morning during
the highlights from the previous days Superbowl.
I still know a thing or too about the importance of team
work as well as the need to offer solutions and alternatives and I happen to
have a game plan that could right matters in less than 18 months not just here
in California but all around the globe but I won’t bother you now with
those set of equations. Suffice to say simply the read the Friday Night Service
prayer in English and you will get a great part of my drift.
Had you spoken to my brother Melvin as I would expect any
“best man” to do about matters of such importance that could have
either one or both us permanently estranged my brother will have undoubtedly
reminded you of the pivotal role I played some years back in bringing back to
life a company that was on a death march to hell without ever once lying,
stealing or cheating or for that matter borrowing a cent or raising a dime in
outside capital. My success though since has in fact a whole lot grandeur but I
have been very careful never to boast because I take the few pledges I have
made to God very seriously and I know full well what becomes of folks who
become a little too big for their boots, most importantly who forget the
meaning of the words they utter however so casually.
I never treat anyone or anything as a casual acquaintance.
Like Einstein I subscribe to the notion, “How many coincidences does it
take before it is no longer a coincidence” although I have yet to fully
master even e=mc˛ but I know a good thing when I see it. And even Einstein
finally woke up to the exponential power of God albeit a little too late. I
make it my business to learn from every interaction I have and nothing like
playing the clown on occasion although I have yet to stick out my tongue for
the camera.
I have never sought riches or fame and the last thing I
would want is to create more pain but time is in my opinion running out and
those who have accumulated the most through ill-gotten gains should now be made
to do the right thing. It is just a matter of time before the masses catch on
to the stench that comes from a fish rotting from the head down.
Please give this email very careful consideration and
understand that I copy those who I deem it appropriate including family members
as well as those practioners of the law including law enforcement. Now I
don’t consider Dennis Prager part of even the God Squad but make no
mistake I welcome the challenge coming from someone who most Yids believe to be
one of the brightest if not the brightest Jewish person alive putting aside the
certainty I have that he understands no more than the average person about math
or matters pertaining to sex.
The information that I have about corruption at the highest
levels of California’s State Government involving the biggest big wigs
within the Democratic Party in conjunction with a foreign conglomerate that has
a history of wrecking havoc on the world’s masses will soon be revealed
in its entirety and anything you or anyone else has to say that may get in the
way of my delivering that message will be dealt with accordingly.
Your getting certified an accountant was undoubtedly the
first shocking experience you ever received probably in line with the burning
of my right hand when I placed it under boiling water while still a toddler.
Sometimes God grants one exactly what one wishes but I believe he is very
unforgiving toward those who confuse their needs with their wants.
I spent more time playing cards with Alan Benn, a friend of
both our parents and one of my closest friend’s father, than I ever did
studying at university although it was probably no more than on average half an
hour a week over a period of some 3 odd years. I attended the vast majority of
my lectures mostly looking at my buddies who took everything so seriously with
the exception of Mark Hackner who was undoubtedly the best schooled kid I ever
knew growing up. His father, Alan Benn’s partner was not simply good with
footing and cross footing columns and rows of numbers, he imparted to mark
something that I still get a kick out to this very day, “Before paying
too much attention to what some fukukta economics professor has to say
understand that the professor is part of an elitist group who can in the most
sophisticated manner graphically illustrate with pinpoint accuracy where he-she
went wrong in life” [sic].
The only other thing I remember from university besides for
my other pal
One can only establish principals if one’s building
blocks are securely planted and none of us growing up in South Africa were
afforded that luxury. Those families that did speak out got their comeuppance
and then some. Once you start being sanctimonious about what you will and will
not do, how you refuse to commercialize one’s name in support of
something that is “wrong” one has to always see it from a
“relative” perspective.
What relatives did any of us have that really did the right
thing which would have been to pack their bags in 1948 and head to the State of
Israel and then return to South Africa with a vengeance knocking the crap out
of those hooligan Nationalist Nazi Storm Troopers and their legions of
nincompoops but of course the real enemy wasn’t the Afrikaners but rather
the English transplants who liked their sunshine and Eskimo pie ice cream all
wrapped up in one, “Ice cream we all scream…” but mostly I
heard were the elders farts as they all got phatter and phatter around the
belly while the leader of the pack, Gunter “Pig” Lazarus had many
folks eating out of his lap and then some.
Interesting wouldn’t you agree that my mother, the
“queen of all media” at the time we were growing up never once
approached Shaun
Few if any of my friends or even their parents had any real
idea of the aptitude of my mother, her ability to brainstorm numbers in to
verse like no one I have ever met who commandeered me from the earliest of age,
“The tallest trees attract the most wind.” And of course being just
5’8 and one half inches limited me in becoming say a Charger Quarterback
and so I chose to skate and that is where I worked out much of the math that
now has me coming on to center stage. There is time for everything and believe
me there are few people in this world that have had as much fun as me and for
the most part I have kept it to myself.
What I got out of the “Clubius” [sic] card games
with Alan Benn besides for the importance of winning the last trick was to keep
track not of the points being scored during the game but to focus on reading
the mind of a rather brilliant accountant who failed to understand the
importance of art, something his son knew a thing or two about and most
importantly how to get along with others, never to be a threat, just follow the
crowd. Most of all Alan Benn was quiet but silence is not always golden.
I have been around the block and then some and I have come
to know some of the greatest athletes of our times, mostly though boxers and
their trainers, and in particular a trainer by the name of Don Turner who
mostly nodded while keeping his fighters fixed on their target, target zone
that is, being the first to get your opponent to move outside his center of
gravity, the so-called “comfort zone” by using the elbows, the
joints to maximum potential, inflicting pain and suffering while simply
posturing defensively. Don Turner trained folks like Larry Holmes and Evander
Holyfield and of course my very good friend
Several years back I was hanging out at Evander
Holyfield’s estate just outside Atlanta as he was preparing for a
comeback fight and I came ever so close to seeing my lights permanently knocked
out since just the slightest blow to the head from someone who is on a mission
to become for the second or third time, I cant remember exactly what it was,
the heavyweight champion of the world, is simply nuts. Evander though was sweating
and he and I had earlier been just chit chatting. I was, however, now feeling
my oats and had warmed up by knocking a punching bag that seemed to knock me
more than I am even willing right now to admit.
Just as I was about to step inside the ring Don walked over
to me put his arms around my shoulders and started to tell me how impressed he
was with what he had seen, particularly the speed of my hands, telling words to
the effect, “You know if you had come to me when you first arrived in this
country…” By the time he had finished boosting me up I was ready to
take on the entire stable of boxers who were crawling all over the place. Don
spoke more words to me in those few minutes than in the hour he had been
coaching Evander in the ring. Naturally, I was feeling like a king.
All it took was just a few minutes by a grand master of
disguise, one of the smartest men I have ever been so fortunate enough to meet
to save me from myself and it is a lesson I carry with me each and every day.
When I eventually “struggled” free from Don’s grip I looked
around and saw Evander land a right to the jaw of a guy who was close to double
my weight who was being paid to fight and was now throwing up his hands as if
to say, “Enough is Enough.” Evander was all business and I had
confused play with work as I sometimes do.
The morning your brother got busted for stealing something
that didn’t belong to him is a day few if any of us who were there on the
scene will ever forget, particularly
when your father cracked him across the face at the police station while
my mother later lectured me that if it had been me she would have seen to it
that I ended up in jail. I remember most, however, the need to get back into
the ocean which is the greatest washing machine for someone with their head
screwed on but more like tumble dryer if one has one’s head is so firmly
implanted in someone else arse.
The hypocrisy of that moment in time caused more than a few
rays of light to enter my brain where I was taken on an educational journey
that continues to this day. While our parents pontificated failing to come to
grips with the lunacy of the system that they were a party to, allowing
rapacious pigs like Gunter Lazarus and his brother to ride roughshod with their
foul mouth disgusting preachings that at best would go along the lines of
“If there wasn’t a black problem in this country there would be a
Jewish problem” without ever considering how such arguments were put
forth by Hitler and his brown shirts which got me to realize that there was
nothing to be gained in even raising my hand let alone putting my heart and
soul into things like the Passover Dinner where the children ask the 4
questions.
Ignorance is not bliss. Stupidity is something that is
learned from an early age just like bigotry and racism and finally lying,
stealing and cheating become second nature.
It is in my nature to try and do right and when I make
mistakes I have paid for them but now I am making it my business to go after
those who steal the lifeblood out of the youth who are all our futures who
refuse to even acknowledge the wrongs of the recent past let alone come forward
and suggest solutions choosing instead to bury themselves in their dirt.
Proteaproperties just caught my eye and isn’t it something
that so many of us are proud to be South Africans especially from Durban with
our English accents and of course people like Clifford Benn and I with an
English parent speak better than those coming from places like Klerksdorp and
god forsaken towns like Kimberly. God, I believe is within each one of us and
it is simply a matter of finding which buttons to press and keeping things in
the right sequencing.
Not in a million years would I expect Kimberly Hunt to
respond to my knuckleball emails but make no mistake when the evidence I have
is laid out for the world to see you can bet your bottom dollar she will be
heading for the hills in embarrassment unless of course she chooses to pay
attention to this email and gives me a call no later than Monday 5pm. I am off
right now to celebrate the day with a gentleman of Lebanese descent who I
referenced in my earlier email today. I think he too believes in miracles.
My “travel companion” has yet to order her jet
but given all that we have going on right now it is unlikely either of us
should be traveling too far. At any time you are welcome to visit me and of
course check out www.sellnext.com as well as www.nextraterrestrial.com that
continues to remain on track in becoming the number one website on the planet.
Now if you still think I operate on “fuzzy math”
you wouldn’t be far wrong but then again I never provided you with much
of the insight I was blessed with that has me understanding Chaos Theory better
than anyone has ever managed to explain it to me. Now may I suggest you take a
look at Guidance tTOo and
if you or your mother or your brother or his former boss, Marc Rich, can come
up with something better that will in due course captivate the masses please
let me know and I will respond accordingly.
What we are building at the NextraTerrestrial array of
websites is an all inclusive system that brings the best minds and solutions to
solving the problems of the world. No one but those who contribute will benefit
and everyone will benefit according to their contribution. You will simply have
to trust me that I will if I live long enough and don’t suffer any more
crippling strokes be able to compute the algorithms necessary to ensure that it
be fair. Most importantly, these websites are not dependant on me. I have
around me individuals who are in many ways far more enlightened than me who
don’t quite carry the baggage of almost 41 years of being solitary.
My eldest brother spent most of the 9 months during his
military service in solitary confinement and there were others who got far
harsher treatment for daring to speak out. My brother Neil though did more than
simply speak out. I have never once punched or even threatened to punch anyone
let alone use something like a gun to defend myself since I have always known
that what most men who got their lives cut short failed to do was to embrace a
woman or two who could be counted on to deliver the coup de grace.
Look forward to hearing from you.
Ps – Remember I can still hit you with the
"Delete" key on the Hindu principle of "Not arguing with the
once-born."
Footnote: Since I have not reread what I have written I will
not put my name to it but I will stand by everything I have written and then
sum. I simply cannot be late for this date and again I live each day like it
was my last.
-----Original Message-----
From:
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: RE: Perfect Storm XXIX
Please be kind enough to delete me from
your mailing list.
Thanks
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, January 22, 2003
3:51 PM
Cc: rest
Subject: Hot Water Wars - Perfect Storm III
Attention: Ms. Kimberly Hunt, Anchorwoman “par-excel-lance”
ABC Network, Channel 10
Dear Ms. Hunt…
