From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
Saturday, January 25, 2003 6:43 PM
To:
Jeffrey Essakow
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Perfect Storm XXIX

 

Jeffrey hi, I know you are probably celebrating the Sabbath so I don’t suspect I will be disturbing you with this email which is one of the things I love about email. God knows I could do with some help getting through the thousands of emails that keep stacking up. I am though now changing my email to gsg@sellnext.com which should bring to an end some of the chaos that surrounds me.

 

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 Masada which is published in that issue. I have visited Masada several times over the years but no time was more memorable than when on Ulpan in 1972 we camped at the base, resting in sleeping bags and rising with the sun to make a climb that still sends chills up my spine when I think about not so much the heroics in fighting against the forces of Rome but more so the fact that we seem to keep repeating the same old mistakes time and again.

 

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 France on D. Day referring to my father as the “miracle man” and make no mistake he is right. Each of us, however, are miracle people when one considers not only the odds of us still being alive but what the sperm of our fathers had to go through in order to penetrate just one egg.

 

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 Sebastian Capella is an exception and of course had you been at my New Beginnings Party back in December of 2000 you would have got to see a few of his masterpieces which I am fortunate enough to own.

 

One of his works is that of a Roman Coliseum that dates back 200 years before Christ that is located in northern Spain where Sebastian was born. That piece created back in the 1990s a little revolution in that it became the rallying cry that later got the Supreme Court of Spain to issue a ruling restoring this ancient treasure back to its original form. The previous socialist government had encased it in marble thinking that they were doing something good which is what most socialists, psychologists, psychiatrists, attorneys, accountants blah blah blah right wingers first start out thinking they are doing but eventually get corrupted by the process by the mantel pieces, the frills and of course the thrills of victory.

 

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 November 8th 2000 when I called to invite you all to my New Beginnings Party.  That previous hyperlink shows Sebastian next to me outside what we all commonly refer to as The Cave. Your mother’s entreaties that I should vote my “conscience” sent the same sort of shrill up my spine as when I think back to each time I visit Masada which gets beaten up with every footstep taken. It isn’t so much the fact that we have natural erosion at play but the fact that we don’t seem to be in touch with evolution that can only be Godly given its genius in having kept things on what is one amazing track and yet we are constantly getting lost.

 

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 Ellis Island. For the worst of the worst, however, there is probably this “fast track” much like what we have in certain court jurisdictions that keep the masses at bay.

 

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 Jeffrey each day to ponder the value of his contribution to society.

 

With that said, you should decide for yourself whether Jeffrey was telling the truth when asked him how he managed to pull this off, “I had them check my credentials in Las Vegas.” As far as I am aware Jeffrey goes to Las Vegas just once a year on New Years Eve which now has me concerned as to whether or not I can rely on him being able to serve up even bacon when the freeze arrives, as in not if trading of public companies will occur but simply when.

 

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. Jeffrey at this time still has to deal with those yoyos who have been known to strike more than the fear of God into the heart of even the most omnipotent thinking Chief Executive but not 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 Norman Lazarus which you can access by clicking on.

 

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 Jeffrey Krinsk we used to kid each other a lot especially when things were starting to look ever so dark.

 

Michael Moshal died of lung cancer not long after they found a spot on his lungs just a few days after he started treating me for an ailment that baffled the best and brightest physicians here in the States. I cannot tell you how much I miss this great man although his children must surely miss him more. I happen to believe he too was on a “fast track” and is now exploring new universes waiting to meet up with his offspring who undoubtedly will also do good and then sum.

 

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. Deborah Sturman is not only a close friend but someone who should be most admired for having brought about the fight that recently placed several billion dollars in the hands of slave laborers during the 2nd World War but she is part of an industry I am now out to destroy and it is only a matter of time before SCALs comes to an end because when the public finally wake up to how rigged this market is, the stock market as we know it, will be over.

 

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 Jeffrey who began the practice of “accountancy witchcraft” by bribing the university’s printing staff with all sorts of goodies in return for advance exam papers is once studying with Shaun Tomson and David Lazarus, no relation, however, to the Lazarus family currently in my spotlight. I realized during that “studying session” that Shaun despite an incredible brain and an understanding of economics in its purest form, a total joke when compared to understanding the wave forces that propel one to be the number surfer in the world, would never quite match up in the business world the way he ripped through waves perhaps still like no other surfer around to this day. His decision not to endorse beer on the basis he didn’t approve of drinking cuts at the grain of what makes each of us a chip off the old block.

 

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 Tomson or his parents to make him a superstar? Coincidence or do you think my mother was some kind of nut not to have seen the chance to make another major killing. Zena Gevisser is one of the most persuasive people I know and I would bet my bottom dollar she would have been able to convince Shaun if she had wanted. Whatever mistakes my mother may have made one of them was not the desire to die the richest person in the grave although I don’t know of anyone better suited than she.

 

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 Michael Grant. Boxing is chess in the flesh and it does more to stimulate the brain than any fukukta game of cards as long as you don’t have to get inside of the ring.

 

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:
Jeffrey Essakow
Sent:
Thursday, January 23, 2003 6:34 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: RE: Perfect Storm XXIX

 

Please be kind enough to delete me from your mailing list.

 

Thanks

 

 

Jeffrey Essakow

 

 

 

-----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