From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: President@whitehouse.gov
Cc: rest;
Mark Culp - FBI;
JRK@class-action-law.com
Subject: ...Mr. President...time to pray.
Continuing...
Mr. President, be4 getting into explaining the purpose of
the Supreme Internet
Court [SIC]
which is really self expl
The significance of my having converted over my one
programmer Adam tucker who is an independent
contractor not in any way shape or form dependant on me to earn a living, into
your camp leading to my providing in the course of this missive the same
logical thought processing which will have the world’s literate
population concluding, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk
of Finkelstein &
Krinsk will see fit to also cast his vote your way, such transparency spelled
out rather well in the NextraterresTrial.com mission statement agree?
Mr. JRK, a Democratic Communist Party boss here in
southern California, not quite, in my humble opinion, as rapacious as
Mr. President, just the other day I came across a 2001
1099 [Other Income] tax form from the WCG
which is very much at odds with this “services” cover letter from their attorney Mr.
The folks who play in the high stakes game of SCALs [Shareholder
Class Action
Lawsuits” while “arch enemies” know to never
allow in “big mouths” ...---...
It is highly unlikely u would find say Melvyn Weiss or
Bill Lerach of the 2,000 pound gorilla law firm of Milberg-Weiss Lerach doing
much more for a colleague already bloodied, lying in a pool of tears giving
them much more say than an enema courtesy
of one of the pharmaceutical companies all such parties in a “cat and mouse” game where
the losers simply end up broke quite different to say someone like Jimmy Hoffa
ending up stone cold, agree?
Rest assured tho, neither Mr. Burkle
nor Mr. JRK who
may have done no more than nod at one another from one side of the room at a
gathering of rich Democrats care in the least about the flag of any country let
alone one representing the
Earlier I sent out this communiqué to a young lady at one
time earlier this year keen to get a healthy perspective on what exactly makes
the world go around, her father an AIG executive, one of the better if not the
very best of the best insurance people in the world certainly
AIG as u must well know in quite another “cat
and mouse” game that could have dire consequences, it very
possible that u were not informed by either the Justice Department, FBI, CIA,
or the Chairman of the Federal Reserve, Mr.
Staying for the moment with my having done a rather good
clandestine assignment for Mr. William Randolph Hearst VI at the time the table
discussion amongst the media moguls revolved around how to gain political
capital in the last quarter mile of the superhighway, Mr. Hearst the last
surviving son of the original William Randolph, laid to rest a few years back
some 6 years after I shared with him my findings, such disclosures made earlier
today I can assure making once again more than a handful of folks see red,
agree?
Perhaps even Howard Stern once he gets wind of the truth
about how business is really conducted at the FCC that although it is
headed today by your Secretary of State’s son, it now not taking a rocket
scientist to work out why Howard should get off his “lamb to the
slaughter” shtick, old enough to now shepherd in his flock at light
speed into your court and while getting with the program, by voting with u he
will take the first step toward absolution,
the FCC simply “outmatched” to take on the
likes of the NAB [National Association
of Broadcasters] much like Attorney
General of New York Spitzer is simply “outgunned” in
taking on the “First Family of Insurance”, unless of course
he were to agree to a lunch with me at say Le Cirque in New York City where as
I pointed out earlier he would have to make accommodations for my dog Pypeetoe
to attend, do u think their Porterhouse steak
matches up to Rainwaters in downtown San Diego, my rather spoiled rotten dog
has become quite picky these days, he is tho a rather special, co-dependant a
good choice of words?
U should have come across my extraordinary mother
home-schooling me at an early age while consigliore to the likes of Aristotle
Onassis and Robert F. Kennedy
only to believe my obituary when glancing thru the newspaper headlines, my
“intimate insider” status while uplifting even to the
Lumpen proletarians causing those at the very top of the pyramid to move ever
so gently at this time, their short-circuiting not quite to the point of them
shorting all their stocks, increasingly aware even if devoid of spirituality
there no place to hide despite this still very much a “dog eat god”
[sic], agree?
The Digital Age, a G-D-Send cutting short, however, their
vacationing, there no escaping my revelations about how it comes to pass they
have so much of the better landscape without having to do much more than lift a
finger, the buying and selling of valuable artworks while few if any even of
the superrich have the first clue about foreshortening the focus simply for the
past couple of centuries to find the perfect mechanism to change at light speed
ill-gotten valuables into diamonds the most insidious of the money laundry
businesses far worse than gambling, beginning to make a whole lot of sense,
much like your contention that the rich will always find ways not to pay taxes,
so why be idiotic enough to “tax them to death”, agree?
Mr. President, u r, again in my humble opinion, not only
the most intellectually honest leader of our times perhaps of all times, but
without a shadow of a doubt in my mind the most godly inspired, hence why u r
so incredibly smart, agree?
Right this very moment my mother’s other great
friend Sol “Gambling Czar” Kerzner breathing
a sigh of relief only ever so brief, my taking on each and everyone who usurps
their limited authority simultaneously as I play out the chess games of chess
games, constantly “flying
things up the pole”, bearing in mind
that I make it my business to constantly draw correlations such as those who
abuse-torture animals more likely than not turning out a neighborhood serial
killer than say my “god”
[sic] Pypeetoe who is snuggled up close to me
in his down comforter on a bench alongside Jake’s by a patch of grass
overlooking the “Pacific Oshon” the sun having disappeared an hour
ago, the temperature dropping rapidly, nothing quite tho what he and I
experienced a few nights ago as we braved these modern day hunters taking on
defenseless and most beautiful long tailed foxes, the sight of these wonderful
and curious creatures with their stomach’s blasted away, no doubt just
for the fun of hitting a moving target, still brings a tear to my eyes.
Interesting that neither Mr. JRK
nor Mr. Burkle who plays to only sure bets would
be considered adventurous which is why despite this late hour I believe u can
still count on the student vote increasingly aware thanks to the likes of yours
truly that those who provide the financial muscle to the Democratic Communist Party could care less
about the common man-woman, let alone G-D-NAture, bearing in mind again
that the consequences of u losing tomorrow r more than certainly Mr. JRK and his rich SCAL
Democratic Communist Party bosses
can bear at this time, “hybernation” [sic] not quite in the
cards for folks such as Mr. and Mrs. Krinsk leading the so visible social life,
agree?
Again none of this, thanks to my other pal Tony Unruh, lost on my ever expanding
audience to mention little of the second idea of u grabbing hold of the
microphone just moments be4 the voting booths open declaring your support of
getting rid of daylight savings.
I will now take another break as I finish off my glass of
wine still hoping that my most amazing Client-Partner-Wife
Marie Dion, a citizen of Quebec, C
To
be continued....
A NAME FROM HERE YOU CAN TRUST OVER THERE
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