From: Gary St-even Gevisser
Sent: Sunday, November 03, 2002 3:48 PM
To: gf
Cc: rest
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm III - Intro
continues..
Gaby, I will
try and get you the “white paper” write up before the bell strikes 12 at
midnight your time. It is now 2pm PST but I am on a roll. I am assuming you are
able to click on the hyperlinks if inclined. Right now I am somewhat reclining
hoping to catch some forty winks + tTOo before
heading out to our mountain retreat. If you click on the last hyperlink go to
the end and click on “geviseris” and then work backwards and sum things should
begin to come more together, certainly in terms of how my mind functions.
The “42 B.
Geviseris 42” photo is the only photo we have of our
family store in Vilnius. It was taken before the Second World War. The kids in the
photo and their children were all murdered during the Holocaust. The man
standing is my grandfather’s elder brother who managed to get out
in time. We really don’t know exactly how the rest of the family’s end came
about as my step-grandmother wanted the horrors swept under the carpet. You may
have come across a two page letter in the “knotty Jews” which was a
hyperlink “in Jew course” sent to you in a previous email and by now you must
have picked up on my disinclination to sweep-ing things under the
table.
In the end we
all pay for the dust particles, Owen’s Valley, one low point of our
contemporary history of abandonment where future generations pay for the
mistakes of the older generation, no different to what happens when we provide
the youth of the world who are all our futures with the “white e-ducati-on” path-finders, psychos to be replaced by minis, midget
minds to be taken on educational journeys of enlightenment, healthy
mind, healthy
body.
My dad is the
person in the “get
out” hyperlink
standing on a rock, unquestionably far more athletic in every category at age
79 then Gov.
Davis seen this summer at the Del Mar fair surfing up a storm while
broadcasting,
“I am the Vlaamsblok.
Your kids can get hurt on these rides, byte
my staff wont let me. I am getting paid tTOo
much by V
who are in a bit of a trough, nothing like being a pig
... Now who is this guy Gary
Steven Gevisser with a god that
has the belly
of a gip-sy, Eq-yp-t-r-ians to boat
along with kids of illegal aliens who invade our schools whose parents provide
the cheap labor that keep folks like the Imperial Irrigation land owners above
water as the water transfers begin…---… saved in time by the bell, shaped
curves to embrace
although credit must be
given to Mr. Hertzberg 8 al. Hey Dan
Weinstein I thought the Jews gave up that sort of horse shit meek calves
long before Pythagoras
came on the scene.”
[sic].
South Africa
these days is not exactly rock solid
despite the Blombos Cave rock discovery referenced on the home page of www.Nextraterrestrial.com. Here in
Del Mar we have had a lot of rock falls to mention little of the earth
movements which combined make New Beginnings
to mention little of The Cave I
spend less and less time in these days. The man with me in “The Cave” photo is
Sebastian Capella one of my very good
artist-painter friends. My Dad was also there that night in December 2000 when
I began “My
Last peace” mini series aimed at attacking the indifference of “Wash-ing-ton-wo-men”
by first taking to task the co-founder of AKAMai, which is “lucky”
in Hawaiian.
Randall Kaplan
may not have been responsible for the $40 odd billion drop in the company’s
market value since he only worked for the company just a few months,
nevertheless receiving as severance, no doubt for a job “well
done” that on December 31st 1999 was worth in excess of $650
million. I assume he acted in his stated profession as lawyer although for all
I know he could be a genius programmer although I know for a fact that the true
genius of the company was killed on American flight 11 that crashed into the
World Trade Center on 9-11.
Anyone,
however, on my email list back then as well as folks like momworker-63 viewing the Yahoo Revlon message board
who got a taste of my “mini-les
miserables-wor.d series”
and followed the 4 companies I had targeted as “good
opportunities” would have generated a home run sufficient to be called more
than a King’s
Rand-sum, although Peer-I-leSs Systems came later.
I don’t think I
got one of picture of my Dad at that particular New Beginnings Party butt hopefully
he tTOo will
tag along and join us soon at our next party. The last hyperlink shows photos
of some of us as we celebrated New Beginnings Party #2 which took place back in
August of this year to coincide with the opening of an art exhibit of Sebastian
Capella’s which was covered by the Fox
Network.
G, I am giving you here as much of a full perspective of what I am all about including hyperlinks to what many would like to suggest is my “craziness.” You may be a little young to remember King Golden but he is someone pretty well known amongst the local 60s “c-h-ok-ed up” generation particularly folks like Roger Hedgecock who I referenced in an earlier email. The “Washington wo-men” hyperlink gives you another glimpse of where I have journeyed keeping pace with folks both on the far left, those centered, as well as those many would consider on the far right like Roger Robinson who was a member of the NSC during Reagan’s first term in office. Roger Robinson and King Golden who is very much a left of left leftist are very good friends, bosom buddies.
Today, the
“Washington Bunch” know for certain I am anything butt a potted plant, no doubt very concerned
that if I am right and those of us who have not done right end up coming back to earth in a pecking order starting out as
plants and then having to work their way around and about, some species going
back in to the oceans like whales other species of plant life being stuck out
in the dessert all alone waiting for my dog Pypeetoe to come and do business #1
and #2 in no particular order. King Golden in particular had this thing about
“a phat” women but like most of my former
buddies he was very attracted to my “travel companions” and for that aspect of his good taste I
give him all the credit in the world. There are though more than
a number of debits that counter-balance his positive moves.
That last
hyperlink shows Marie, “my travel companion” in one of her mad-e
up outfits that gives a good sense of what I mean by healthy mind, healthy body
and naturally I want to do my best to preserve all t-hat. Most of the time though she looks like
“phat”
as in cool.
I am needing additional time to get more of my ducks lined up so that
before crossing the bridge into our rock cabin up in the mountains later today
I have a life vest in place in the event Perfect Storm III
reaches that neck of the woods. I not only want to avoid being swept up in the storm
but nothing would bother me more than breaking my neck while trying to save my howling god. I am not
one constantly looking over my
shoulder but I do reflect
on things of matter knowing for certain that the speed of light is not a
constant.
As we approach
the homestretch it is important that I adjust my stride, get insync
never forgetting to stretch
making certain my vocals chime with the conductor’s big stick, i.e. the powers
that be be comfortable with me. The fact that your nephew and others on the
ball like him will vouch for me should not overshadow
the intensity of the counter attack that will undoubtedly come from those who
have a vested interest in maintaining the status quo.
Not everyone is
happy
with me these days even my dog would prefer I play more with him than type on
the computer. He is though constantly watching my back and
make no mistake despite no teeth to his bark,
all feet, afraid of
the dark, he has Maggie
who can deliver a punch if need be and then we have Franky
the bird who can deliver the meanest byte.
When we first took possession of the “2nd bird” which is sitting on top
of Marie’s head, salvaged out of Marie’s ex-husband’s garage we began by
calling him-her “Happy” but
with all that’s been going on we haven’t yet fully built back the trust that was
lost.
By the way, the “life vest” hyperlink is what is on the other side of
the page in the June Forbes Magazine containing the Hot
Water Wars article. My one close colleague who today is most familiar with
my game plan although even he keeps me guessing believes that the “blow to the back of my
head” will probably come from a “family member” as
opposed to some “lone
gunman.” The man playing the bagpipes is more than a good friend to me.
Robert Anderson is perhaps the smartest man in the world, certainly based on
the folks I have met. Alan Landry who went to Andover just a few years behind
George W. Bush was “voted” the “second smartest person in the world.”
Alan and Robert have yet to meet.
During yesterdays kids’ soccer games things got a little tense as my
“travel companion” with the “kick butt” look, had just prior sent
her ex-husband the “new
rules of play” and later handed him a hard copy along the sidelines as I transported their daughter to
another soccer game. This “travel companion” description is obviously something
that has many confused to mention little of my wealth which did not come from
the Moshal Gevisser “instant
empire.” In fact had Dr. Stewart not committed such a “heinous act” on of all days September
11th I probably would have given away by now pretty much all of my
estate. Of course I would have held on to my intellectual property rights
including my good name and what I consider to be
a rather healthy mind despite the brain damage education I was subejected to growing up in South
Africa. Fortunately, the judge stood tall helped in so small measure by your
nephew and my “travel-lodg-ing companion” looking him
squarely in the eye.
Saturday’s sports games ended peacefully as both kids played
exceptionally well. Today’s got off to an even better start with Danielle
making it on to the “write
volleyball team.” Jonathan, my 10-year-old “man”
who wears number 13 scored a hatrick including a penalty kick
in the last seconds of his game yesterday that resulted in a 6-5 victory. Later
he and I celebrated quietly along the sidelines as we watched his sister,
Danielle who is 13, wearing #2, help her team to a draw while I worked the
sidelines as a linesman, the first time in my life despite growing up playing
the game. I was never that great a soccer player often getting confused with
what foot to kick with although compared to some parents who were never
schooled in the game I come across as a “genius.”
This word is so incredibly misused although I think all folks who play
sports professionally are genii other than those who play baseball which is for
the lame although it does allow female spectators to use the bathroom without
missing a beat. American football isn’t much different although once the
timeouts end it can get interesting deciding who has the ball. I wore a tee-shirt with #33 on the
back. Their mother has the identical tee-shirt with #34. The previous day Marie
bought Pypeetoe
an Izod sweeter
with #37 covering his chest. Last night Jonathan went to Catilian where the
young-upwardly-mobile learn to dance along while being taught proper etiquette
such as looking people appropriately in the eye, never to stare but to stand
one’s ground, helped in no small measure by never ly-ing.
Obviously it is time for me to now rest in order to make certain we all
get to enjoy this coming Xmas at Cc:rest
our bed and breaKfeast café in Minehead,
England. The original name was Sea crest café but we thought it needed to be
spoofed up a little to meet with the times.
That ad you see in the last hyperlink was placed only once in the Sunday Times,
a South African Newspaper. The response I got gave me more than a reality check
which reminds me that since I am planning to ride the Ducati up to the
mountains which does 0-60 in all of 3 seconds although the top end of the mini
s is possibly higher, I had better pick up the pace. I
haven’t though tested either vehicle to their limits. I am waiting for MS to get an “armor plated” jacket like I recently
purchased.
I want to remind you again of my conversation late Friday afternoon with Rod Smith
who is blind copied on this email. Another good friend of mine Dr. John
Pollard, not to be confused with the Israeli spy, Jonathan Pollard, happened to
be standing nearby during our more than 30 minute call. Actually Rod and I
spoke twice. The first call was disconnected as Rod was passing by a truck on
his way back home. A similar thing happened earlier this year when I was
walking by the tracks
in Del Mar although the signal was not interrupted. Back then he and I had been
discussing matters pertaining to the “train having left the stati…”
I was at almost the exact spot where my former lawyer-pal King Golden
once told me a biblical story about “The pelican and lion” that caused me not
simply to take a deep breath but to start moving down a path that would sever
my relationship with him and then sum. As you know
there is a steep cliff to the right before one gets to the water. The see-me-a-nt truck which avoided me by
a matter of feet in the space of no more than 3 seconds was headed down those
cliffs if the driver hadn’t smartly decided to lay it down in the
vacant parking space alongside my table.
While speaking with Rod there was quite a lot of noise from the waves
crashing down but I continue to be certain that Rod can be counted on to tell the truth
although I cannot speak for his “safety nest.”
He happened to be present in that second meeting with Governor Davis on
December 28th of last year where he presented his own “white paper” on matters pertaining to
the brewing “Hot Water Wars.” I understand that the gentleman, Joe Campos, who set
up both meetings with Governor Davis, the first one involving the top
executives of U.S. Filter and the subsequent meeting 10 minutes or so later
with Rod Smith present, is now back working for U.S. Filter no doubt having
impressed the powers that be that he is an honorable citizen and someone who
should be gainfully employed. Why they couldn’t find a Frenchman to give the
“Joe blow joe jo-ab
tTOo” is beyond me. I
understand that a guy by the name of Mess-ier is
currently beating the sidewalk looking for work.
Workouts used to be my business but today I simply want to help folks
from getting into trouble in the first place. First though we have to expose
the fraud and corruption that drips down and impacts us all. Trickle down
economics never really grabbed me as it wouldn’t anyone with half a
brainne. The other evening I pointed out to Marie "Arthur Laugh-ing Curve" who I thought was
sitting near us down at the Plaza where I often just hang out watching the madhatten crowd,
giving away mostly business cards while holding most of what
I do for a living very close to my chest.
I could very easily just live out the rest of my life leading the very
good life but there is something inside of me that says I have to try and do
more. When you consider what I have to lose most people on this planet would
consider my actions, at a minimum, rather dumb. Not too many folks I know,
however, have worn my shoes and I am reminded right now of one of the things
Robert Anderson told me of how back in the “old days” folks
knew that a business deal had been done when the two parties walked out of the
room both hobbling with the back of the shoe turned in, no one ever knowing who
had won and who had caved in, pride
to be preserved by both parties.
It is not important that we know
each other’s business especially when it involves private individuals but those
in the public arena, those who are our elected officials and those who take the
pub-lic’s
monies and then treat it as their own piggy
bank should be held accountable
and we should know everything about their business dealings. It is the meek
with teeth who shall inherit and protect the earth for the next generation. And
if someone wants to call me meek so be it. I have been called far worse. Those
who hid-e
behind corporate veils in particular should become transparent from the time
they get up in the morning until they brush their teeth in preparation to make
love to their “travel companions.” There should not only be records of their
meetings but they should be videotaped which in a nutshell would bring to an
end, at a minimum, meetings simply to have meetings.
Mr. Joe Campos is the same individual who used to “re-nt”
space from Wetherly Capital. It was Mr. Campos and the top dogs from Wetherly
Capital who a week or so later after bearing “New Year gifts” to our Governor
journeyed into the dessert with New Year resolutions to boot, hell bent on
meeting with the same top dogs of U.S. Filter who had met privately with the
Governor in the first meeting, back on December 28th although it
could have been a day either side given my recent focus on what Martha Stewart
was doing on December 27th. It is my understanding that Joe Campos was also
present at the first meeting with the Governor. Unlike other folks in Wetherly
Capital’s former offices Joe Campos’ walls were littered with photos of “road
kills” and the most notable one was of him and Senator Kerry where the Senator
is waring
his Congressional Medal of Honor.
On their journey to the dessert Mr. Campos and the two Wetherly Capital
co-managing directors, Dan Weinstein and Vicky Schiff contacted both Rod and
myself but were not really interested in our input, letting us both know that
they would be calling us back prior to the meeting which they never did. Later
they described those meetings as simply “brainne
storming.” Now for all I know they could have wanted to visit with the U.S.
Filter folks to filter out some of the difficulties Dan Weinstein was having
with his teenager who was hell bent on having a belly button ring implanted,
although they could have simply gone to check out the camels while getting sum
input from the U.S. Filter folks on how to hold their breath as they spilled
their garbage in to the air while driving along our freeways in addition to
doing things such as eating
- reading the newspaper, changing CDs, putting on make-up, reading maps,
spanking the kids etc etc.
At the time Rod
was unaware of the Wetherly Capital folks’ connections to Mr. Bill Simon. I
only became aware of the Wetherly Capital-Bill Simon, Special
Situations Fund [SSF] after I
had already been engaged during my meeting with Wetherly Capital’s board of
directors where “bored
chairman” Dick Ziman asked me, “So what do you bring to the table?” I had assumed my connections to the
Bill Ler-aches of
the world were already known.
The day that I first met Rod Smith was October 23rd of last
year, a day of infamy at least as far as I am concerned. Many things occurred
on that day including revelations by Joe Campos to Rod Smith, Seymor van Gundy,
the dean of agriculture from UC Riverside, and myself of wrongdoings within the
house U.S. Filter while the company was being run by Dick Heckman whose beach
house is at the entrance to dogs beach in Del Mar, quite an eyesore although I
like it’s color pink. I later met Dick Heckman at his hangar hangout in the
dessert accompanied by Dan Weinstein who at the time thought that Dick, his and
Joe Campos’ former boss would make a great front man.
That “inf-lam-ous” day was the only time
I recall ever breaking bread with Rod at Wetherly Capital’s headquarters
although later on February 8th of this year he and I both drank “poison pill” bottled water at their new headquarters in the World
headquarters of Arden Realty located at the Wor.d Savings Center in west
Los Angeles after Rod took a photo of Vicky Schiff of me in front of a plaque
that read “WORK HARD PLAY HARD” something which I believe should be voted in as the 12th
Commandment. Make no mistake Gaby one needs to tread very carefully when
dealing with these folks and make no mistake I am fighting fit right now but I
don’t want to find myself blindsided especially when accelerating through the
corners at break
neck speed.
I have made it clear to Rod that he should do a number of things to
preserve the integrity of his “work product” including
staying safe and dry and watching from behind when driving to and from. Rod
Smith was involved to sum degree in this latest “round the clock” meetings
involving the “stand still” agreement between the IID and the City of San Diego
which is really nothing more than “breathing room” to get Governor Davis through
November 5th and then sum, at least that is my opinion. By the way
November 5th is “fire works” day in other parts of the world,
commonly known as Guy Faulks Day when the British in particular celebrate an
occasion when this crazy guy tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament.
There is going to be than a blow up of relationships to mention little
of the Release and Confidentiality Agreements the Wetherly Capital folks would
like me to sign. The Hot Water Wars are only going to get steamier and as we know
the best defense the opposition are going to be able to put on is that I have
blown my mind. They also know, however, that I am sitting on more than one keg
of dynamite which means they have to be more than simply sharp
shooters. That calculator is one that I got while at high school and it still
works.
Taking pot shots is not my business, nor have I been smoking any dope
and these folks know all of this about me including where I live. Quite frankly
though the person I most fear these days is my “travel
companion’s” ex-husband who as a result of his lies had got himself into
very deep waters. In short order I will be filing a lawsuit against him but
like with everyone I have a
beef with I will be giving him and his lawyer an escape hatch of sorts, allowing
light to come in while taking them on an educational journey that will limit
the possibilities of them being able to come back time and again as has been
done in the past, generation after generation, repeating the same mistakes,
allowing despots to simply regain their footing.
Even in the event of my not getting low enough as I speed through the
curves I have the utmost confidence in my close colleagues to continue the
fight and quite frankly I believe in my heart of hearts they are not as “brain dead”
as me. Remember I was raised in South Africa and fed garbage for most of my 21
years although as we told the kids today most of the blacks in South Africa
would have given their left arm for what we fed our dogs.
One last thing before I call it a day and this pertains to Roger
Hedgecock, a recovering lawyer and then some. I had provided Roger with
somewhat of a “road-map”
earlier this year that I thought would have got him sniffing
in the right corners. Roger is, however, good friends with King Gold-CLUBen.
Opposites are known to attract and make no mistake Mr. King Golden Esq. is not
simply an adversary of mine he knows full well how good I am with numbers and
remembering things including how he failed to act crazy when standing alongside
Senator Muskie in 1972 when the Senator broke down crying because of some
“innocuous” line of questions coming from the news media. King thought about
acting crazy by throwing himself into the crowd but in the end because of
“pride” he simply froze. “Pride Attack”
is my preferred ax of choice; the sharper the ax, the less collateral damage,
the more folks keep coming back for more.
King has never forgiven himself for not saving the world from Nixon and
“Killinger” and I have never missed an opportunity to remind him of the fact
that no matter how bad Nixon and Kissinger were on so many different levels it
was during the Johnson Administration that the powers of the Federal Government
were, perhaps, most usurped including how the folks back then went after Martin
Luther King. So when I see liberal whites dishing
out things to and from people of color I become very suspicious. Last night we
rented the movie Muhammad Ali and there is a scene where Muhammad is in
training, “back
and forth, sideways..”
I nearly once got into the ring with Evander Holyfield while he was
training for his comeback in the late 90s. Just before I stepped into the ring,
his trainer, Don Turner put his right arm around my shoulder and walked me
around the ring commenting on how “great” a boxer I could have been, “You are
stocky, fast arms…” all while continuing to give Evander pointers as he shadow
boxed inside the ring and without warning Don would turn me around and head in
the opposite direction as if I was a dog in training. This is exactly how I was
trained to keep my dog from driving me nuts. Don Turner had obviously been
watching me warm up as I hit a punching bag.
It is important to have people around you who can guide you right and
know when it makes sense to distract one from doing something incredibly
stupid. Not only do I have rather short arms but as a kid I used to box in
junior school a buddy of mine who was not only several inches taller than me
but had the reach which he used with devastating effect. Although he never
bloodied my nose I should have learned from that experience alone my
shortcomings. Overall though I have a pretty good sense of my strengths and
weaknesses and do a rather good job of mitigating the downside. I am my own
best critic, never allowing the pride of others to rub off on me, choosing my
friends ever so carefully. And folks know that once they step outside the
bounds of “fair play”
I can become their worst nightmare.
Dr. John Ben Stewart threatened me on September 8th with “I
will hound you the rest of your life” when all I did was tell the truth and
describe a beautiful day’s outing with his daughter. When, however, you are
conditioned not to deal with the truth you become in a nutshell, “brain dead.”
Once the white lies reach the esophagus to mention little of the thyroid gland
you are essentially dead meat unless of course you find an alternative pathway
to moderate your behavior.
Racism, bigotry is all taught and I have made it a point every step
along the way from when I could first talk always to question. The first Hebrew
lesson I can recall was the explanation given to what “Israel” translates to in
English. If we are allowed to “struggle with god” which must also mean to
question even our creator, than we must certainly question man and all his
stupidity like thinking the color white makes a man. The executor of my estate is a black man by the name of Devin Standard. Devin, like me,
is probably not registered to any particular party but our interests are very
much aligned. We are planning a motorcycle ride across the Baja Dessert
sometime soon. You will be impressed with Devin to mention little of his wife
and kids although I do want to meet his mother and father one of these days.
One last thing is that although I have many contacts around the world
including in Israel, never once [as best I recall] have I done any work for any
government organization let alone anyone involved with any military, no matter
how righteous their cause. I have taken issue with the way Jonathan Pollard has
been treated especially taking folks like Senator Lieberman and other Jewish
leaders to task for being so tTOo fa-r-ced.
It is no secret that I voted for President
Bush who could go down as the greatest president in living memory, perhaps as great
as David Ben Gurion, the first prime minister of Israel who I met 30 years ago
this past Friday afternoon,
who had a vision of light. Now we simply need to get
smart by bringing together the greatest artists, mathematicians, physicists in
one big war room and wage a war against the biggest killer of all, those who
are indifferent who allow the despots of the world, the corrupt politicians to
get away time and again with murdering not just the old and decrepit and many
young but worse the minds of all the young who are our future. Once we address
people’s indifference and no one can be indifferent when it comes to water then
getting everything else in order becomes easy pickings.
Enough said.
Gary
Ps – I will be copying you on perhaps 2, maybe 3 emails before I send
you the “white paper.” I think you have enough here to chew on and since I know
there is nothing really that can be accomplished between now and when the polls
close tomorrow I think I will just take the afternoon off and head slowly to
the hills. There were lots of interruptions including helping to load up “my
travel companion’s” car with all the “write
stuff.”
From:
Gf
Sent: Friday, November 01, 2002
7:03 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm III -
Intro continues..
I have pased along this information to the NRCC's attorney
for review. I had
already had given the team a heads up that I wanted this reviewed asap to
see if if could be of any use to the RNC. Thank you for including me.
--------------------------
Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld (www.BlackBerry.net)
From: Gary S. Gevisser
To: Gf
CC: rest
Sent: Fri Nov 01 17:32:40 2002
Subject: Perfect Storm III - Intro
continues..
Gaby, this hyperlink below should be something for you to chew on right
now. You may be interested to know if you haven't already come across it in
my writings that there are only about 360 folks on my email address list and
rarely do I send emails out to my entire address book. Just today alone we
have had some 3,000 hits on the NextraTerrestrial.com website and I have yet
to speak with any member of the media other than what I mentioned was a
chance meeting with Kimberly Hunt. And I am not certain that she can hunt
all that well. You should also know that back on November 8th 2000 I had a
hand in alerting conservative folks in Florida that something rotten was
occurring in the Democratic front-al attack, the NAB to boot. More on that
later.
.
http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/Schoenmann.htm
These communications above were to a journalist who never did respond to me.
They should, however, give you more of a glimpse of what the other side
already have for certain in their possession. You would need to click on the
10810 in "certain" to know what I mean by the certainty one gets from
having
a clear conscience, a mind a terrible thing to lose, be mindful though only
to people who show they really care about you and " seperate" from the rest
especially the indifferent.
Gary
