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I would like to take the time out of my busy Monday to introduce you to Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk of Finkelstein & Krinsk, yet, however, to take our "tTOo" [sic] dogs on their noon, second of 3 daily 90 minute loop walks of Noble Canyon that begins and as you would expect ends just a "hop-jump-and-a-scotch" [sic] from our rock home deep in the Cleveland National Forest just east of San Diego, California that is bracing for a strike by illegal Canadian and English but mostly Mexican pickers.

 

Earlier today I sent Mr. JRK who may be having lunch brought in to his offices in downtown San Diego the following and I see no reason why you wouldn’t want to take the time out from whatever you are doing to make a quick phone call, USA 1-619-238-1333 extension 24 and have Mr. JRK explain in simple English the importance of my posts on this most important Yahoo message board bearing in mind to mention my name should Kim, the receptionist, answer the phone.

 

From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Monday, January 30, 2006 9:31 AM PT
To: JRK@class-action-law.com
Cc: rest; Dr. Paul "Bozo The Clown" Teirstein; Lowell Potiker - Fund manager; Gsoros@sorosny.org; Cavuto@foxnews.com; Oreilly@foxnews.com; Vicky Schiff - co-Managing Director of Wetherly Capital Group; George Hurst Esq. - Lawyer-liar for Dr. John Ben Stewart aka Sperm Donor
Subject: ... Seacrest...puzzle of life...---...LET GO...---....WetHER...---...

 

PsAs busy as your Mondays are I thought you might find the time to explain to Dr. Paul “Bozo the Clown” Tierstein and the such the SIGNIFICANCE of our “joint effort” back on July 23rd 2002 to get the Fox Network to do the right thing blah blah and The New York Times reporting this morning, Americans' Savings Rate at Lowest Level Since 1933.

 

Also let me know ASAP if you would like to join me on a very quick trip to South Africa, “wether” [sic] permitting.

 

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Mr. JRK is, in my humble but seasoned opinion, the most competent and experienced SCAL [Shareholder Class Action Litigator] walking the planet, well illustrated in his decision to do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing, and proceed post haste to file back on October 1st, 1999 an epic class action lawsuit against Ronald O. Perelman and a bunch of his hoodlums running Revlon Corporation [see post 1441 on the Revlon Yahoo message board] with well less than a handful of hours remaining before the statute of limitations was to have expired, to mention little of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC] book I am just moments away from giving the “green light” to turn on the printing presses, spelling out in no uncertain terms both the “claims” of Treason against the United States Congress et al as well as how it is still possible to restore trust in our so systemically rotten governments across the globe despite each and every one of them having allowed the DAAC, the mafia of mafia, the special interest of special interest groups, for very good reason to engineer-manufacture-distribute their exclusive unlimited supply of untraceable, lightweight and never once inventoried diamond currency.

 

Nothing should take your breath away more at this most wondrous moment in the history of time as the past and the future all come “to-get-her” [sic] in the present, the Digital Age, a G-D-Send, increasingly less room for “bad judgment”, as you inevitably choose to get your “arms around” what precisely caused the deafening silence of Mr. Eavesdropper, a very sociable and exceedingly good looking elder gentleman, in the most terrific physical shape, who I was in “close contact” with up until I sent him the 817 odd word communiqué back on January 16th [see Eavesdropper hyperlink].

 

If in fact Mr. Eavesdropper works for, as I strongly suspect, just one of the world’s top secret communicationsorganizations then his “handlers” at this time would most probably, again in my humble but seasoned opinion, be experiencing a progression of stokes that accounts for this very good listener’s mind-boggling paralysis which of course is to suggest the distinct possibility each and every one of my communications is now being monitored in “real time” led by Israeli intelligence which you would know given the hits some of its most secret special forces have taken in recent times trusts the Western alliances intelligence services even less than when the decision was taken at the start of the 1967 6 Day Israeli-Arab War to “take out” the Liberty, an unarmed American communications ship displaying very visibly the American flag but a little “tTOo” [sic] to the war zone.

 

And you would know of course that such governmental “bodies” have a very clear but unwritten rule that once one of their operatives tells you exactly what they do for a living that has them so “carefree” they would be faced with making a rather simple choice of either killing you or face their own “guillotine”, head down, of course.

 

Fair given everything you have had to say so far for me to assume you would also know that poison is the preferred method of murdering people who open their big mouths.

 

Suffice to say that although I have zero, as in nada, nothing to speak of, “hands on” military experience, never, not once, given a “heads up”

 

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For that matter contacted directly by any intelligence service that I am aware of since I was 17 years of age going on 32 years ago when two years prior I was put through a rather rigorous mental more so than physical test given how I had proven my agility-hand-eye coordination despite my midget-sized arms and stick-like pitiful legs when playing rough sports like rugby, such a contact at around the time I got my South African military “call up” never amounting to anything worth talking about.

 

Naturally, I have experienced confusion from a much earlier age mixing up my left from my right hand the result of being ambidextrous that when focused, however, on the target result in very steady hands something I first really began to notice when squirting water hoses in the Negev Desert back in 1972 at girls a whole lot more developed than us guys with single track minds as well as when shooting with either my left or right at the firing range on an Israeli military base alongside Kibbutz Sde Boker near Beersheba.

 

This posting has taken me considerably longer than usual to compose given how I have been singularly focused on the relatively steep rise in the price of gold over the course of the past 10 hours, the all important Hong Kong market scheduled to open in just over 4 hours, gold last trading at $567.70 still a third off from its high of $850 a troy ounce just two days prior to President Jimmy Carter in his last State of the Union Address sending as clear a signal to the DAAC that whoever took over from him would not mess with The Diamond Invention causing my DAAC family to begin unloading their not all that vast holdings of gold but sufficient to scare off enough people without anyone of note choosing to focus on the real business of the DAAC which is to ferment unrest in hot spots throughout the globe once the masses of poor begin to have enough time on their hands to figure out how systemically rotten is the world’s monetary system.

 

And of course you would know that my uncle David Gevisser, the “male heir” of the American Charles Engelhard was single-handedly responsible despite the “bad blood” amongst our family to have me join Codiam Inc., a very SIGNIFICANT DAAC fronting organization located on 47th Street in New York City back in the first half of 1980 once I had proven both to him and his very good friend, my Royal Mater, that I was ready to take over from him.

 

Gary S. Gevisser

A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There

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Gary S. Gevisser

A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There

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