From: Gary S.
Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: 'je'
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/sent%2010-22-02%205-45pm.htm
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
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
Mark my words, the Chief Executive Officer of the
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=mc² 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
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
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.
From: je
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
JE
