From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: Ren
Subject: RE: 227 27th street
Ren
hello – With permission from my Partner-Wife Marie Dion I would like
to invite you and your husband to visit once again with us at your Garden of
Eden.
By
telling a little about ourselves our next meeting should make for more
meaningful dialogue bearing in mind Marie’s profound words,
“When the dialogue becomes tT∞
monologues it is the beginning of the end” [sic].
I
am in the final stages of completing “our” book, M
Where does all this endless development end, our
high school students the next “on the firing line” some 4,400 strong at
Time, wouldn’t you agree, for developers to pay a
“market price” for permits to tear up the landscape that will at least ensure
there are jobs available for the kids who are all our futures upon graduation,
agree?
Such a high price today we pay at the pump for our
mortgaging our children’s future never to forget the Yellow Peril and the counter
revolution that caused the youth to “chop off the heads” of the educated even
those elders who didn’t allow their formal education to interfere with their
learning, agree?
So easy to investigate whether Mr. Burke and/or his
real estate associates engaged in the pursuit of business when “holding fort”
at local government offices, i.e. any evidence of say a business card changing
hands, change in the air, agree?
The change of tide brought about in no small measure
by the currents keeping things in balance may end up electrifying the masses to
date so unorganized to hit the airwaves, ever so careful should any of us be in
inciting violence no matter how much those hell
bent on maintaining the status quo would prefer our youth show their grit,
agree?
The lack of integrity displayed amongst Del Mar’s
civic leaders so well articulated in last week’s edition enough for some of us
with kids at both the elementary and high school level to vomit.
The
main point here is that altho I am in need of good
editor I happen to be rather “negative”, relatively speaking that is, of real
estate to mention little of my call for President Bush to do the smart thing
and immediately suspend trading of the stock markets, my call back on July 23rd
2002 altho not picked up by the mainstream press had
more than handful of the smartest people in the world contacting me, pleading
with me to seek some rest, as they went about positioning themselves to benefit
from the landslide of landslides within moments in the space of time hitting
the world’s financial markets. My plea to help the momworker63,
widows, orphans and pensioners read,
The collapse of the stock
market here in the
Publicly traded companies
with their diverse shareholder ownership allow m
President Bush should do the
smart thing and immediately suspend trading of public corporations, thereby protectING the innocent and naive who are simply throwing
good money after bad. Those well run public companies should have no fear for
they will be at a competitive advantage relative to the capital that has been
so smartly socked away.
The scars of 1907 remain on
the masonry buildings housing the stock exchange of Wall Street. The
fundamentals of the economy at that time were much worse than in 1929. One man
J.P. Morgan saved the day, not so lucky for the victims of 1929. History has a
way of repeating itself but today the "risk markets" are more fragile
than at any time in history.
"Risk assessment"
is my business.
More
than a handful of folks around the planet not only agreeing with what I have to
say, an expanding number ever more so familiar with my “work
product” but knowing full well that I am not someone who “shoots
from the hip”, my having earlier today got off the phone with 2
individuals, a male and a female with Indian accents my letting them both know
how in this “Dog eat God” [sic] world without me having their email address to
confirm who they r,
“4 all I know u could be the boyfriend-girlfriend of
my gay cousin Mark Gevisser, the son of my uncle David Gevisser the quasi-male
heir of the American Charles Englehard who thanks
perhaps to my uncle David Gevisser m
Ren u should also be aware that
it’s not class warfare that I am encouraging its class welfare I am
questioning. And I am a member of the favored class.
More
than “tT∞” [sic] handfuls of the most successful business people on the planet
over the years have relied to a large degree on my “risk assessment”
services including the most rapacious and successful litigators to have ever
walked, all such experiences helping formulate MM1 to be a “bloc-buster”
[sic] success which in addition to empowering the kids to parent the parents
who need the most help is also geared toward assisting the “common man-woman”
not perhaps as well “home-schooled” as me in subjects such as
Chaos Theory resolve their conflicts without going the lawsuit route, the more
we know about one another the more likely we wont go about “chopping off
heads”, perhaps I didn’t mention Marie’s other profound comment,
The world would be much better off if
women were on permanent PMS then they wouldn’t put up with any of the bullshit!
In
slowly getting around to cutting to the chase,
my effectiveness in holding the “feet to the fire” of the top
executive of Chase Brass Industries
which u can read about on the www.footsak.com
website may in fact prove useful to u both should the neighbor who bought the
property next door for going on $2 million dollars take the position that
he-she be entitled just like u to build their own “Garden of Eden”,
agree?
Well
let me put it as crystal clear as I possible can.
Unless
u were to actually take occupancy of your one of a kind property, it is
unlikely u would be able to get others to assist u in us all helping “draw
the line in the sand” than if say someone as articulate as Marie were
to purchase this property from u, assuming of course u were first of all even
thinking of opposing what may in fact be a very reasonable second story add-on,
agree?
Then
again if u were to have paid such an ungodly sum of money for a “dump”,
again just relative to your Garden of Eden, and if u were part of
the maddening crowd in this unconscionable, “Dog eat God” [sic] world u would
possibly move mountains to get your castle built caring less about the sunlight
that would block out your neighbors perhaps even making the case be4 the
“bought and paid 4” [sic] Del Mar planning board,
“Honorable public servants, so as not to allow
things to go off on a tangent let me assure u we have thought thru every
possible objection coming from Marie Dion and her bought and paid for orangutan
partner-husband, Gary S. Gevisser, including the fact that when on the very
rare occasion MD lets him loose our structure will help prevent the rest of the
neighborhood hearing his pitiful mutterings
and as new mindful neighbors we will agree in writing, stipulating in our wills
if just one of u insist, to take Mr. Gevisser at least twice a day, leading him
by the nose to the beach where he can play his Didgeridoo from now until
eternity, blah blah” [sic].
Ren,
most folks who know me well come to realize early on that I understand the “art
of distraction” rather well having grown up in a family very much in
the “thick of things” my parents instilling in me most of all to
be afraid of nothing which comes about by always telling the truth, mindful
that I would never inherit anything other than my good name.
So
easy to make it big in this world, relatively speaking, when one has nothing to
lose, everything to gain once, however, one understands a little about the
“game plan” of an
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“in
sink” [sic] with Quantum Mechanics, going “back and forth.”
The
truth tho, as we all know is oftentimes a matter of perspective which is why I
painstakingly go about gathering my facts which is what I am in fact now trying
to do with the two of u by letting u know something about me, Marie calling me The
Rattlesnake in that I have the tendency to “telegraph my punches”,
Gary can be your best friend or worst nightmare, the
choice is yours!
Number,
according Pythagoras, the first scientist and mathematician to remove both
superstition and mysticism out of the equation with is his, This+This=That,
is the essence of all things, good or evil, my command of mathematics although
probably well “above average” may not be as good as Marie who
jumped a couple of classes at school the result of her good looks,,, just
kidding.
I
do enjoy a good laugh but I also know time is precious and so without further
ado let me suggest that u give serious consideration to not only visiting again
with us, all the floors waxed and polished, perhaps just a speck of dust over
the chandelier in the master bedroom but to give thought to granting Marie an
option to purchase 227 27th Street at the same time she renews her
lease, something I believe she would be willing to do at this time ahead of
when her current lease expires bearing in mind there are some minor things she
tells me needs attending to,
1)
The electrical sockets in the house need to be replaced, something she believes
I could do then again I cannot say for “certain” Marie is not part of a
conspiracy to have me disappear altogether.
2)
The master bedroom carpet has seen better days.
3)
The termite droppings may be more than “par for the course” something
apparently already brought to the attention of your real estate agent along with the roof leak.
I
guess I should also make u aware that I am calling for a boycott
of the races Where the Turf meets the Surf, which may rub up a
number of folks not in tune with the heartbeat of the universe which if I am
successful should have a zero impact on real estate prices assuming they
reflect the fundamentals of a healthy vibrant economy as opposed to the “inflationary
bidding war” which I believe has everything to do with things going so topsy, turvy curvy leading me
once again to the point,
It’s not class warfare that I am encouraging its
class welfare I am questioning. And I am a member of the favored class.
Looking
forward to hearing from you,
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From: Ren
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She's traveling now. Why don't you
send me the original email. Ren