From: Gary S.
Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, January 02, 2003
6:40 PM
To: Thomas. Stephens Esq.,
attorney for Mr. Newell Starks
Cc: rest
Subject: Perfect Storm V
Attention: Thomas Stephens Esq.
Tom hi and Happy New Year to you.
I am looking to cash in my promissory note from Mr. Starks. In the
course of doing my “Jew diligence”
I called Citicorp Ventures a week or so ago to be told by the receptionist that
Sterling Holding Company is “no longer in existence.” I left a message for a Mr. Urry hoping that he would hurry
and call me back. For all I know Mr. Starks may have departed this planet in
seek of higher
pastures a far cry from the greener pastures I helped him cultivate as he
curried favor with God no doubt forgetting the $40K odd that I had loaned him
in getting his house in order.
There is that Jewish expression that no one knows who you are other than
God and your spouse butt I
believe it always though pays to first know yourself before taking up the
gospel. Mr. Starks has often commented to me in the past about joining the
ministry and I always assumed he meant the Episcopalian Church although he may
have simply been paying attention to what was going on with NextraTerrestrial.com beginning with
paleoanthropologist Richard Klein.
In his search for the meaning of life it seems to me that Mr. Starks
like others I have come across in my time gets easily sidetracked with his own self-importance,
propagating more of the same in which case he may have started looking for a
spot on the Catholic bench, hell bent on saving little boys for himself. Now to
be clear on this point I am not suggesting that Mr. Starks is in to devil
worship or taking advantage of underage boys but when you think your shit
doesn’t stink then only God knows really for certain what you do in private and
of course why I happen to care much more for folks like Howard Stern who tell
it the way it is even if he exaggerates his shortcomings.
I have a lot to be thankful for and give Mr. Starks credit for being one
of the first to see how I could leverage Footsak.com by doing the same thing
time and again following the cookie cutter approach. Why Mr. Starks couldn’t
wean himself off going after the same tired routines of other folks’ tap
dancing is something he will have to take up with his maker but no longer will
I wait for him to spend a dime to call me up with an apology.
I have been rather busy lately preparing to welcome in the New Year with
a whole new series of Perfect Storms. I ended the year on an exceptionally
happy note which I will bare
with you later. The MONEX fiasco though should be write
up Mr. Starks ally although I suspect that like anyone smart Mr. Starks has
already come to realize that the running of the Bulls ended pretty much when I
told him almost a year ago to the day.
In the course of the next 24 hours or so I will be following up on my
“travel companion’s” ex-husband’s lawyer, throwing everything including the
kitchen stink and then some to make certain that his client, Dr. Stewart is
never able to play dirty ever again. In other words I will be following up on
our recent victory in court with a proffer that will resemble a complaint and
then some. Copied in on that email will be a few more folks than the number
copied on this one but make no mistake it is likely that this email will
resonate with a whole bunch of folks as well. And of course I have no way to
control the Internet.
Rather than rehash
the past, which could require us going back pretty far in time although not
quite as far as the year dot which Mr. Starks once led me to believe he had an
interest in pursuing. As far as I am concerned Mr. Starks is unlikely to go
much further than the moon before God decides to return him to earth as not
much more than a bottom fisher having to work his way up the pecking order in
order to have any hope of finding a princess let alone a queen like my “travel companion.”
I believe we not only get what we deserve on this earth but God has
worked out a rather efficient way to download all the crap in each of our
organs in deciding who is going to end up being a prince and I doubt Mr. Starks
has any hope of getting to reach up at this stage to return much beyond a frog
in a pond. Here in Del Mar there is health club by the name of Frogs where guys
and gals congregate to show off their bods and of course like any upwardly mobile family
they have the means to cultivate their own hash while hunting for new
prospects.
As you know I know a thing or two about prospecting to mention little of
my ability to respond to fast balls thrown at or near head, now though is not
the time for Mr. Starks to even consider ducking unless of course he is dead in
which case you should be able to help me since he ended his rather nonsensical
note which you may notice I didn’t signed with “This note is fully binding upon
each of our estates and heirs.” For all I know over the course of the past
almost 2 years Mr. Starks’ wife Nancy may have dumped him for someone with not
only a better body which as you know mostly comes from having a healthy mind
for some young stud like “Mr. Dennis Stanfull” [sic] who in my opinion could be
getting better with age.
On the other hand Mr. Stanfil may already be satisfied with his lot and
Ms. Nancy might be simply interested in my friend Gene who at 90 is still going
strong, 100 pull-ups a day and the car he designed the Stud baker can still get
close to 100mph, plus Gene owns his ocean view property probably free and clear
and can play table tennis like a champ, i.e. he knows from where he comes, i.e.
no chimp nor does he have a chip on his shoulder.
I have never subscribed to much of English slogans such as the “grass is
greener” as my life has been one of going time and again from greener pastures
to even greener estates rarely if ever getting burned in the process. And when
others have in fact even attempted to do me down I come back with a vengeance, which I can
tell is very sweet especially if one has alongside you a well-grounded Indian.
Copied on this email is Mr. Devin Standard who I celebrated Xmess with as
well as Jeffrey Krinsk who lost the “1 in 4” bet of my seeing New Year alive,
which is of course no better than what I thought each of our odds were given
the prevailing climate.
It is time for your client to wake up and smell the roses knowing full
well that I am preparing a series of Perfect Storms that will make Perfect Storm II a ripple in a bathtub
compared to the Hurricane forces only the most able bodied will be able to
endure. Mr. Starks has one more opportunity to tuck in close and join me in the
eye of the storms or he will be seeking more than just a chin tuck which he may
hope to get discounted should he already have signed up for a tummy tuck.
I want my money and I want it now. Of course Mr. Starks or his estate
and/or heirs shouldn’t be dreaming of me taking a discount on my note at this
time.
For each passing moment he should realize that the number of hits at the
Nextraterrestrial website continue to mount. For every second that goes by I
not only calculate the odds of each one of us surviving but I appreciate my
time that much more knowing that my time here on earth is drawing to an end. I
know though perhaps better than most how to make ends meet in ways that Mr.
Starks as smart as he is cannot even fathom at this point. He and I are now
oceans apart and he had better get with the program if he plans to catch the
next big wave.
Mr. Starks had a lot to do with helping me crystallize my thinking of
how best to leverage Footsak.com but he has got it back from me in spades and
then some. I don’t think it would be a stretch for me to assume that Mr. Starks
has paid NextraTerrestrial.com a visit or tTOo as of late to see what comes to
those who play it fast and loose with the truth. He knows perfectly well I
would have loaned him those monies without a note were it not for his bad
taste, eating habits to boot with the odds of him surviving his wife less than
him turning into a cricketer let alone a chess player of any magnitude. His
brilliance best demonstrated in having invented the notebook computer will be
no match for the fires that will engulf him when he eventually meets his maker
even before God decides to return him to earth as nothing more than fishing
bait.
Dr. Stewart, my “travel
companion’s” ex-husband was the last person who attempted to bait me into a
fistfight and is now walking on schpullkers[1] with the yoke pulling at
his heart muscles. I am neither an ox nor do I have horns but I have a thing
for sniffing out bull. My victory in the San Diego courthouse some two months back
may have been lost on some including members of my
own family who are celebrating today the birth of the latest Gevisser, Eve Rey,
who blessed us with her presence at 5 am the other morning as my loved one and
I cuddled exploring new universes as we do each and every day. I doubt that George
Soros[2] will be at Eva’s wedding
shower although he could do with a shower or tTOo
after Bubba is done with him.
Birth is a chance for the young ones to start teaching the old fogies
anew but once you realize that the problems of the wor..d have nothing to do with
race, color, religion but poor parental religious teaching one has to realize
that this world needs more than simply luk
to get us all back on track. The universe is expanding at an ever increasing
rate and now would be a good time for Mr. Starks to add his pennies worth to
the Zquestion
or find himself alone at the train station without even a coach to attach his
rather strung out body to mention little of how he ever thought he could get
away with stringing me out.
Good
day and Tom please remember not to take any of this personally. As far as I
am concerned you are not only the best hostile takeover attorney in the country
but you have integrity to boot. In the end who knows Mr. Starks may seek
assistance from the law firm of “Vinson
and Elkinds” [sic], the not so honorable folks who I recently read about in
Penthouse Magazine in the column by that Harvard Professor Dershowitz who I
rarely agree with. I mostly buy the magazine for the pictures to see what men
ages 25-35 are up to while the 16-25 I am told by the “kids” at the local store
are into “booze and drugs.”
Gary
Ps – THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHeLL INHERIT THE EARTH.
[1] Yiddish
for egg shells.
[2] Mr. Starks
will no doubt recall my one email to Randall Kaplan, co-founder of AKAMAI that
followed my introductory peace
some two years ago,
“…George Soros hasn’t yet
said a word as a result of my pestering him and his aides with my “allsense.”
If anyone should be pissed with me it is certainly Mr. Soros. Back in early
June of last year [1999] I emailed him that the Group of 9, the foremost
financial analysts in the world including Melissa Grant of Warburg Dillon had
got it all wrong; that their forecasts for Revlon Corporation were fukukt; that
the guidance they had received from Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman and his
aides were the result of them either smoking Durban Poison, a strong form of
hashish, or Ronald had another ace up his sleeve like the Cosmetic Center. The
problem with that second option was the fact that the Cosmetic Center was a one
of kind acquisition. Nobody or their right man would go along with such a deal
again. At the time I contacted Mr. Soros as well as a host of other top money
managers who shall remain faceless, Revlon’s share price was trading at around
$30. The forecasts for the year were very positive, net income [of course after
taxes] for the entire year of around $2 per share although the forecasts had
dropped off from a high of around $2.50. These Wall Street folk, some of them
perhaps now earning in one year what your holdings in AKAMAI TECH INC are now
worth. (My rough estimate is that you/your trust is left with about $50 million
in stock down from a high of more than $650 million a few months ago? Based on
Yahoo’s insider trading report you liquidated about 40% odd of your holdings
recently at an average price of around $135 per share before the share price
dropped down on Oct. 6th to as low as $35. Congratulations again.
You seem to have a knack for knowing when to get out. Perhaps, should it come
to pass, and again I am no longer in that sort of business, but it seems that
even if AKAMAI were to seek bankruptcy protection to save it from the lawyers
and that One Big Accounting firms you would have pulled out a cool $100 million
– again not bad for a couple of months work, wouldn’t you agree?)
Anyway these smart Wall
Street folks, perhaps the same ones that were recommending AKAMAI stock when it
hit its high of $345 on Dec. 31st 1999, were projecting that the price
of Revlon shares would rise to $38. By the end of the next quarter, Sept 30th
1999, the bottom had begun to fall out and the carcass is all that remains. For
the year 1999 Revlon would produce a loss of $7.25 per share and the
share price is today around $6, not quite the fall you stock has taken but
nevertheless certainly depressing to those momworkers who you have also heard
me talk so much about.
I don’t know exactly what
George Soros chose to do with the information I provided. His secretary did get
back to me to let me know that he had confidence in his management team to
ferret out good opportunities or words to the effect. The billion pounds he
once made on the British may, however, have all but evaporated during this time
frame along with that fukukt Dome. Randall you have to be a little worldly like
my friend King Golden to get this joke about the Dome. If King isn’t taking
your calls you can email my friend other lawyer friend Raymond in London. Let
me know if you need his email address to find out more about the travails of
Manchester United. Now this Randall is a subject I know a lot about. I didn’t
attend the last World Cup with the President of SporTVision often at my side
simply because I had a pretty girl alongside. Now if you want to really want to
know more about the technology that is going to revolutionalize the way in
which soccer is played, viewed and understood, you will need to contact my
friends at En-Linea.com. Hopefully everyone will have the vision to come
together on this one.
I just dawned on me that
AKAMAI’s stock achieved it climax on New Years Eve last year, what impeccable
timing. Now I understand you were persona non grata but you had to have been
wondering whether these folks were as high as King Golden at the time. I
suspect some of them were hanging around more than some pot plants. Would you
know if any of these genii responsible for creating a company with a
capitalization at one time of $37 billion, approximately 260 billion South
African Rands were perhaps doing a line of coke too many. [See Why drives Jews
neurotic?]
Again, Randall I have
previously referred you often to my postings on the Yahoo message board. None
of this should come as any shock to you system. Now Larry I cannot talk about.
Again, though, my communications with the “Washington Bunch” deals with a
variety of issues including certain tests that they should all take, actually
recommended by a talk show host, blind copied on this email. Roger Hedgecock is
our Anne Miller’s hero, despite what some might see as a very checked past.
Finally with regard to Mr.
Soros; when he receives his copy of this email he may decide to keep that one
spot at the Passover
table for me unless of course a joker like you shows up with his
comeuppance. Again, Mr. Soros is just one of several hundred other folks who
have been inconvenienced beyond those around them making use of other peoples’
hard earned greasy monies. Some of these folks have made far fewer mistakes in
the oil business than perhaps Mr. Soros although I don’t really know for sure
whether Mr. Soros ever lost money in Marc Riches Swiss operations. I don’t even
know actually if George Soros knows who Marc Rich is. One of my buddies who
does know Marc has been plagued by a foolish act he once did as a kid,
certainly nothing as serious though as our other pal who much later at
University got into the business of marketing and distributing exam questions
and who is today another partner of that One Big Accounting firms; one of his
paying clients (I never paid) is today the President of a Religious Institution
with more members possibly than the Parish across from me.
Randall, again, none of them
have been as bothered as you and my other five friends. Perhaps an explanation
for this can be found by clicking on to
But now that you
understand my cause better perhaps you will forgive me, at least allow me to
show you what a great party a surfer dude like me can put on. Remember now this
is the very last email unless you provide something in writing that Anne Miller
can read which includes with it a check made out to her Charitable foundation.
Whatever you can afford will be fine by her. Remember, she has built up her
estate the old fashioned way she earned it, $1 dollar per hour which included
taking the kids to and from school, her own gas and nothing extra for wear and
tear on her own automobile.
If for some design of man
we are not all able to be together this December 9th, notice I am
avoiding any conflicts with all the stuff that might go on this coming New
Year’s Eve or if This Year in Jerusalem is not meant to be I will be having
another New Beginnings celebration in “Camelot” no later than next fall.
Certainly, by the end of the summer all the renovations that keep my
step-father young enough to keep up with my mother, will be complete including
the 1000-year-old wall that unites us.
Yes, Randall et al, my mashugana –
crazy - emails had their purpose. Now think about Jonathan Pollard locked up in
solitary confinement for 15 years. Barely has a day gone by in the last 15
years when I haven’t surfed or run or met with friendly people or done all of
the above. Now if I can be a little mashuga what about him? These emails are
all about each one of ours’ Indifference Barometer Reading not altogether
different to the Footsak Barometer Readings you read about a long time ago on
the Yahoo Revlon message board.
Randall see you soon, perhaps in
Timbuktu? We may have to choose another hook-up destination spot. Timbuktu is a
little too close to Sierre Leone and all the illegal diamond trafficking.
Seeing all those limbless people is perhaps just too much. Isn’t it interesting
how the words “illegal diamond trafficking” flow so easily off our tongues? Who
exactly are the biggest illegal traffickers of diamonds in the world? Who
exactly anointed the sponsor of a distant uncle of mine’s cricket team Pope?
His father or was it his father’s father. Exactly how far back does the DeBeers
syndicate get its divine authority? Perhaps, those folks that founded Hollywood
had a hand to play in all the chaos that may prevent you Randall and I from
hooking up in that one great hot spot, Timbuktu, a place you have heard so much
about.
Be at our parties or be square.
GG
Ps Yes, some would say I am being
very cruel right now. But I believe there is truth in the saying to be cruel to
be kind. Yes, I could keep this private, but my conversation with you proved you
are not as willing to confront your issues and help me with my issues. Trevor’s
approach simply has no beginning or end in sight. I have chosen for the time
being to keep certain communications, especially the ones with the “Washington
Bunch” private.
