From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Friday, January 20, 2006 2:16 PM PT
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Subject: …ate...
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T4,
As
expected those who don’t know me all that well but are familiar with my “work product” zeroed in following my previous 24 paragraph “…ate…Tonsils…” heavily broadcasted
communiqué seeking my insight and
Those,
however, who know me or think they “knew” me very well could care less about
everything else I had to say after I wrote the following:
If there is nothing else that they get out of this rather
lengthy missive is that I have had the “goods” on this special interest of
special interests groups “running things into the ground” well before
my Royal Mater and I negotiated my “entrance”
on to 47th Street in New York City…
Quite
frankly I have never figured out whether it was an “Act of G-d” or just “circumstances”
forget for the moment that there is no such thing as a “coincidence” that for
every action-reaction-overreaction there is an equal and opposite
action-reaction-overreaction, nothing is gained nor is it lost, what goes
around comes around with a vengeance, i.e. design everywhere, BUT I knew for a fact that when
my mother had her genuine leopard skin pouch stolen and then forgot that she
had left her handbag back in December
1967 at a hair salon in Zurich, Switzerland just hours before this photo was taken of me looking out of
a train heading out of Zurich train station destination Kitzbuhel, Austria,
this was no “Act of Man”.
Despite
being very athletic, possibly an even a better golfer than my father who was
always well above average in everything he did, my RM would always make a point of saying
that she was never able to “sweat”
and the truth is despite the very fast pace that she would walk whether it was
along the street, although we were mostly chauffeur driven, or visiting museums and
art galleries I never once recall her coming even close to sweating but on this
day I saw for the very first time my “omnipotent” mother simply showing
her age.
At
38 years of age Zena Gevisser had, however, both her
youthful good looks and again as my dad would say, “a
very good figure” but moreover, these distracting visuals
camouflaged a most brilliant mind no different to that of my over the top gorgeous wife, Marie Dion Gevisser both women at
one point getting along just great, ZG
giving, however, MDG the most important piece of information that changed MDG’s
life all for the better who most who know her so sexy moves coupled with a most
wicked sense of humor also agree with me, that this very “cool” mother of “tTOo”
[sic] kids looks younger than women more than half her age, certainly when in
the nude, doesn’t photograph all that
well.
ZG and MDG share so much “in common” it
continues to boggle the mind, even their style of “transferring” information
rarely if ever telling anyone what to do but in providing such extraordinary
logical though processing they end up not wanting to waste any time given the
time it takes for the overwhelming majority of people to “register” the
suggestion, they end up doing it themselves which of course creates a whole new
set of problems they have to deal with including the inability to “clone”
themselves as well as the rather excellent point made by those they were trying
to empower,
“If
you keep doing what you suggest I do then how will I ever grow up knowing what
to do versus taking the easy way out and being like the rest of the spoiled
educated brats believing ‘the world owes us a living’?”
ZG was, however, back in late
1967 very much in the prime of her life but in her mind she might as well have
been dead if in fact she was beginning to “lose her mind” to mention little of
less than a year away from being called in by Aristotle Onassis to provide “protection”
for the “Kennedy clap” carrying Jackie
O during the heavily publicized nuptials back on October
20, 1968 on the Greek island of Skorpios less than a handful of
month’s before RM’s other famous
client, Robert
F. Kennedy and arch enemy of Onassis, was murdered by a drug-crazed
Palestinian, all Sirham’s expenses including psychiatrist visits in Los Angeles
handsomely paid for by Onassis and Co. who started and ended his shipping career
transporting drugs primarily into the United States.
I
have talked repeatedly in very recent times of my extraordinarily tight lipped
and so sought after mother unloading the “crown jewels” in “double quick time” during this
crisis of not knowing where she might have left her handbag unattended while at
the same time having to remember what information contained in the handbag
correlated with what she had written into the lining of her leopard skin pouch
that served as far better protection than a diplomatic pouch as my “wonder woman” mother was provided all
the “professional
courtesies” when traveling through custom check points on
her customary “globe trotting”, quick to teach me the ways of the world with
expressions like, “There are horses for courses” while empowering me with
revolutionary thinking coming from the likes of Voltaire,
“I may not agree with a word
you say but I will fight to the death your right to say it.”
And
the most important piece of information that ties in with the words, “well before” was of her very good friend, my
uncle David
Gevisser’s very close connection to the
American
1) Who else besides for Democratic
Senator Ted Kennedy, former Democratic President
Lyndon Johnson and Democratic Vice President
Humphrey were drawn to the funeral of CE after this “open supporter of the South African Apartheid regime, also a large contributor
to the Democratic Party and a good friend of former presidents Kennedy and
Johnson” succumbed to
being poisoned to death back in March 1971[1]?
2) What else besides for how much they would continue to be
paid to keep their big mouths shut was discussed as they all huddled together
at St. Mary’s Church in Morris Town, New Jersey having to suffer through the
same sort of extraordinary “cruel and unusual” punishment Harry Oppenheimer, the remaining co-head of the DAAC forced them to endure, no
different to what President-elect John F. Kennedy endured when forced by HO, CE’s
Anglo mafia partner, to eat the most incredibly foul tasting crow at the
Carlyle Hotel located on the upper east end of Manhattan just a couple of
minutes flying time “as the crow flies” from the DAAC’s principal wholesale
diamond-money laundering operations located on 47th Street?
3) When will it dawn on the ruling elite that time
has now run out for poor excuses, now having in “real time” as the past and
future all come “to-get-her” [sic] in the present, to face up to the truth
being too disrupting for them too busy keeping track of all their lies from day
one?
To repeat while the so out of shape battle to even yawn just
4 paragraphs of the Teaser to the Treason Complaint soon to be delivered to each member
of the United States Congress bearing in mind that I am “burning through” rather
rapidly $1 bills paying folks of all ages the equivalent of $240 an hour to
read this one of a kind Prologue almost identical to the DRAFT
RECITAL to the TREASON COMPLAINT that for all I know could already
be bound in a book form ready to be drop shipped not just to the Capital
Building in Washington DC but every State Capital throughout the world not to
forget Ms. Francis of the Del Mar Hills Elementary
School getting her stash of DAAC
books with the subtitle, “Black Hands CANNOT Lay White
Eggs”:
Such “brilliant” monies, one means of
exchange, continue to be used religiously in buying off each and every
government and church on the planet.
The DAAC’s foothold becoming stronger as they
infiltrate the lower echelons of the system, affecting each of us through the
laws and even the educational system corrupting our children by failing to
teach them the truth, limiting their power by limiting their knowledge.
Increasing difficult to maintain the
status quo of the rich trickling down the cost of staying rich onto the poor as
the power of the Internet bypasses the blocks, the wretched Acts of Man, and facilitates
the flow of information.
Knowing the facts that the DAAC are a monopoly,
in flagrant violation of our sacrosanct Anti-Trust laws do you feel warm fuzzy thoughts
about this mafia of mafia that
Again,
there are a number of surprises in this heavily broadcasted communiqué even for
those who thought they knew me very well including each and every member of my
rather tight-knit
immediate family now rather eager, although it is not exactly “out
of the blue”, to know everything about the “deal” my RM and I had
with my uncle David
Gevisser who I never once recall meeting in
all the 21 odd years I grew up in South Africa but who was given by my RM a simple ultimatum, “My way or the highway” and to see to
it that DG’s
close relations running Codiam Inc. headquartered on 47th
Street hire me for a non-existent job.
Bear
in mind both principals of this significant fronting organization for DAAC understood while reluctant to
bring in anyone whose hands weren’t like theirs already very “blackened”
that they had better treat me like “gold” as my uncle David while probably not
spelling everything out very clearly, partially because he has the legitimate
excuse of a horrific stutter but when “aided and abetted” by my ever literate
mother who could run circles around the smartest lawyers in the world who were
her clients, choose from a handful of “choice words” my RM and I discussed at length[2]
around the time the photo in the previous hyperlink was taken of the two of us in
Chicago in front of my second hand Fiat Sports, and when equipped with a
teleprompter spit out something along the following lines:
Both you Stephen Cohen and Leon Lipworth get along just mighty fine because I have seen to it
that you never have to worry about a thing when you visit the DAAC’s Central Selling Organization located in the heart of
London, England to pick up your parcels of uncut diamonds that you know you
have no choice but to accept given how if you were to refuse just once the “mix” of rough diamonds your “sight
holding” privileges could be withheld permanently, BUT I cannot count on being around forever in the same way I cannot
count on the two of you always having the “warm
and fuzzies” for one another, we all being so Jewish know the story so well
of Cain and Abel AND besides for
that bullsh*t I happen to have a “debt of
gratitude” to pay to my other side of family who held the “controlling
block” of shares in The Moshal Gevisser
Group of Companies which is where I was working when CE came visiting always accompanied
by his abundant supply of Coca Cola and don’t fricken dare ask how I invested
the bulk of the $6 million advance in platinum which I got in early 1971 for
agreeing to be executor of CE’s worldwide estate, agreed to of course by CE’s
murderer HO.
You would know
that while my uncle Israel Issy Gevisser’s 2 sons, Bernard “Bernie” Gevisser and Julius
“Loo” Gevisser are both very
non-confrontational which you would also know if reading Bernie’s youngest
son’s “hieroglyphics”, is no excuse for
bad judgment, Bernie is married to the South African household name Zena Ash Gevisser who makes no bones
about the fact that while she had the “cash”
she was counting for her retirement on the incredible assets of MG
that besides for its very good name which she had pummeled in to her children’s
heads is all that they would inherit, owned rather incredible properties all
paid for in cash over a period of some 60 years and which were never revalued
on the books of this public corporation that for “sum” [sic] reason both the
“audirtors” [sic] as well as the
lawyer-liars reporting to the Board of Directors of this very well known public
corporation failed to execute for “good reason” their “fiduciary
responsibilities” when this awesome international trading conglomerate involved
in pretty much every business “under the
sun” that attracted not just CE, the mineral richest human being the
world has ever known but each and every “mover and shaker” around the not
exactly “shtel” of Durban, South Africa at the time MG was sold for a “song and a dance” to an “out of towner” who just happened to have
the same pitiful business degree as Gary
S. Gevisser, A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There,
who whether you like it or not will be taking over from me as the American head
of the DAAC.
Now
of course others who don’t know me all that well but well aware of my rather
extraordinary track record in picking both the most extraordinary
“winners” as well as “losers” well ahead of time and
right now I am only talking about investments apart from the mistake of
investing emotionally in poorly conditioned human beings, choosing instead
super dogs like our Chocolate Labrador Maggie and Pypeetoe the Super Intelligent Italian Greyhound, would prefer I just focus on
nothing other than telling them exactly what to do this very instant with their
increasingly worthless cash and diamond currencies while they go beating around
the bush simply saying stuff like,
Specifically,
I enclose a copy of the amended complaint which represents the state of our
factual knowledge regarding blah blah at this moment. I also enclose Judge blah
blah’s order granting defendants’ motion to dismiss with leave to amend. The Court’s order is very important as a roadmap
of what our second amended complaint must plead to survive Defendant’s next
motion to dismiss. I believe it reflects the belief of Judge Blah Blah that a
stock doesn’t drop like Blah Blah [see chart] without some chicanery, but he
needs a few facts put in the complaint. Other business items relating to Blah
Blah are also enclosed for your review and to assist the
The
amended complaint needs some “flesh” to what is otherwise conclusory “bones.”
We need to find somebody (i.e. a former employee or representative) or
something (internal
documents) that will provide details of what the movement from “turnkey”
to “SDK”
meant to Blah Blah at the time and what aspect of its business model was
thereby rendered obsolete. How did m
We
simply need facts, particulars or instances that are strong circumstantial
evidence of Defendant’s misconduct. Inconsistent contemporaneous information
Blah Blah had is great evidence.
You
can contact anybody provided they are not current employees. You can entice any
contact with the prospect of being paid as a consultant. You can recommend any
measure to me you think productive.
Please
review the enclosed materials and let me know what you feel comfortable undertaking.
Sincerely,
Let
me just very briefly comment on the price of gold off some $14 from its earlier
24 hour high of just shy of $570 a troy ounce and the share price of Blue Nile,
an Internet fronting organization for the DAAC
now down approximately 10% since Ron Bellows Senior,
a senior risk m
BTW,
although it may not be fair to say that both our dogs have saved the lives of
me and my wife Marie who is working on producing an oil painting depicting the
“food chain” in a rather unusual way, it is true beyond a shadow of a doubt
that certainly in the case of Pypeetoe he has saved me tens of thousands of
dollars in both airline and train
tickets as well as when alerting me just moments before I would have most
certainly had “tTOo” [sic] rather horrific
automobile accidents, one just days before I was to leave with him on my first
trip to Machu Picchu, Peru in February 2002 when driving
a fair sized rental truck trying to find my way to Jon Jon Parks’[3]
gym in west Los Angeles to invite Jon Jon[4] to
join me on an all expense paid trip, I hit an overhead pedestrian cement
walkway and while causing some $10,000 in damage to both the truck and the
pedestrian walkway which I hit when doing under 5 miles an hour when you
consider I was traveling between 20 and 25 miles an hour just two seconds
before Pypeetoe leaped from the passenger seat
without any warning into my lap causing me instinctively to slam on the brakes that had both our heads smashing up
against the windshield just fractions of a second apart, you don’t need much of
an imagination to know how much damage would have been done were my “God”
[sic] to be lacking “sensitivity” and had say a pedestrian been walking along
the overhead walkway being shrapnelled to death by fragments of our brains
followed by two almost perfect sets of teeth.
And
it would be wrong for me not to mention that you read all the footnotes to help
distract from the all important matters of what I chose to do when I knew “4
certain” [sic] about the real money laundering business of the DAAC when almost immediately upon
arriving in New York back in 1980 having left Chicago in quite a hurry leaving
behind most of my personal belongings with my good friend Sidney Abelski Esq.
who to this day, some 26 years later has still not fully recovered from the
shock he received when I told him that I was leaving the very next day, never
once having even mentioned the name DeBeers, I began to almost instantly get as
“sick
as dog”, wasting no time, however, in drawing the correlation, given
the work I had previously been doing in Chicago keeping track of the commodity
trades of one of the largest if not the largest commodity traders in the world,
between the rapid rise in the price of gold when industrial demand is not what
it is today, not even close, AND
it’s extraordinarily rapid decent coming on the tails of the DAAC being quite certain President
Carter would not be reelected and NO
BANKER especially David Rockefeller with his protégé, “our
man Roger” just waiting “in the wings” to “breath life” into
President Reagan’s ears whispering “sweat nothings”, all such stooges wanting
to live to a ripe old age would DARE
even dream of “pulling the trigger”
and “blow up” the deal between the USSR and the DAAC, to mention little of the significant difference in today’s
rise in the price of gold given the SIGNIFICANT
greater knowledge available to the “common
man” versus the lack of public knowledge some 26 years ago of how little
trust one should have had even back then in our over the top fictitious
currencies, such Knowledge-Light-Information fully available, however, under the United States’
Freedom of Information Act, putting aside the fact that Carter’s Justice
Department was most surely while debriefing “our
man Roger” were also concurrently “briefing”
President Carter as well as key members of the United States Congress all of whom
were acting in concert “aided and abetted” by the media, mainstream and
otherwise bought and paid for, telling the citizens of the United States as
well as the rest of the so-called “Free World” of their concern about Soviet-USSR “expansionism”.
Give
me a break!
To
be continued…
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[1] Not that long after a couple more
photographs of me were taken, both this photo and this photo at the Central Hotel,
[2] Notice the smile on my RM’s face as she looks at the length of my hair to mention little of RM always getting very upset when I would cut my hair, and of course we laughed a lot about the fact that when I moved to New York very shortly after this photo was taken that I would fit in rather well with the Black Hatters on 47th Street just so long as I didn’t to shave my hair like I had just come out of a Nazi concentration camp or decide to cut off my long nose to spite my ugly face!
[3] I had just recently purchased
Pypeetoe from his very concerned breeder who put me through the most grueling due diligence.
