From:
Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Monday, September 05, 2005
4:46 PM PT
To:
Cc:rest;
Subject:
....Quick...imagination..."pricing" building permits that would not
be "cost prohibitive" to
the DAAC...---...
Joonjee good afternoon,
I am just getting back to the Cliff House after the
most pleasant and should I add healthy salad lunch with Marie over at our other
rental property, the Tree House along
with the Cliff House
getting as well known as Tefo?
On the way I ran into the father of our
JoNathan’s Jewish South African friend who goes “back and forth”
between the States and South Africa, this fine athlete born and bred in Cape
town, now living in Camps Bay the poorer section of town to Clifton Beach
where my Royal Mater maintained a couple of her residences, although Camps Bay
is today possibly more expensive than the more expensive areas of La Jolla, just
down the road from Del Mar where a rather SIGNIFICANT portion of
South African refugees like some of the Lazarus clan from
Durban North, South Africa now hang.
This gentleman who first name I forget is probably
still in his early forties and successful enough in his and his brother’s
retail software stores now buying back the dot.bombs from an American company
that purchased them when the “dot.com’s” [sic] were flying
high, to afford the
high rent district of Del Mar.
It so happens that he knows my one cousin Jonny Gevisser,
“Mar” [sic]
Gevisser’s first cousin who you should recall by now is the son of David
Gevisser, the “male heir” of
the American Charles Engelhard,
like the Lazarus clan of Durban North a vocal supporter of the South African
Apartheid Government and possibly not as “cash rich”
as the Lazarus clan given the nature of their scrap metal business.
This digression should allow someone like Trouble Bubble Beare to possibly
feel his oats once again,
able to sink his teeth “in tTOo” [sic] knowing
everything about the Lazarus clan’s business that I must be out of my
mind to place these small time multi-billionaires in the same category as CE who died
beyond a shadow of a doubt the richest person in the world.
Then again, as you will have figured I along with
the increasingly informed masses could care less who has
in fact got a penny to their name so long as we go about ever so methodically
highlighting these FOOLS NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES.
The conversation with this terrific fellow who was
probably not expecting this Memorial Day a tutorial in Economic History lasted
all of 5 minutes with his eldest son who looks Barmitzvah age
listening in, in my humble opinion, more intently than his father whose eyes
were beginning to role when I explained in not so many words why say someone
like
Worth noting the reaction of both the father and his
son when I asked the father the question,
“When
you attended Herzlia, your
Jewish day school, do you recall anyone, a teacher, rabbi or how about Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus
informing you who else besides for the DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel]
financed that anything but Aryan looking failed artist painter corporal Adolf
Hitler”
[sic]?
It doesn’t leave much imagination for you now
to imagine while this one son and father go about the rest of their day
celebrating Memorial Day, their rented house just a stone’s throw away
from our rented Cliff House, what each of them will be thinking despite all the
distractions those of us living the “good life”
can find?
And if I am not mistaken I think I now see both of
them in the surf, surfers lined end to end up and down the coast as far as the
eye can see, another most wondrous day here in wonderland.
Mr. Edward Jay Epstein the author of the Diamond Invention has
yet to thank me for all the traffic I am sending to his website but then again
this rather well known author may be, like
The
DI much like my friend Derrick
Beare’s “mea culpa” of
January 15th, two days after I met with his uncle, Dr. Jonathan “Trouble Bubble”
Beare at the Beverly Regency Hotel in the heart of Beverly Hills, California,
Dr. Beare providing me with a number of “proofs” that I am now able
to share with you.
Never before, to the best of my knowledge, has
anyone been able provide such extraordinarily strong evidence about there being
in fact few rich people who are smart, certainly not someone coming from the
“favored class”?
Just like proof is a function of evidence so we have
to look very carefully at how quickly we moved in terms of evolution from
“survival of the fittest”
to “survival of the richest”
believing that because someone had managed to accumulate ungodly fortunes of
money by simply “mastering” the discipline of “financial engineering” that requires in fact not more
than the ability to hold a knife and fork, not talk with your mouth full and to
simply listen to the utter bs spoken by those “phat cats”
[sic] to mention little once again of these important “back and forth”
emails between myself and the principals of Codiam Inc., a fronting
organization for the DAAC located on
47th Street, just a “hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic]
from the Carlyle Hotel, the last from me to Leon Cohen on December 15th, 2004,
not receiving a reply,
To:
Leon@codiam.com
Subject: FW: Hello
Leon hi – I am getting closer
to nailing down Attorney General Spitzer,
it helping tho if I could get your feedback on at least Chapter 18 of the Diamond Invention that
I was quite surprised you hadn’t discussed with
Sam our idea about a student night at his sushi restaurant,
Sam mentioning on Friday evening something about you all being “tTOo busy to talk”
[sic]?
Last evening before riding on the Ducati ST4S nearly
all the way to the U.S.-Mexico border I sent a very quick partial response to the
former head designer and projectleader of the Quickwheel, a skateboard
like device “engineered and
The Quickwheel was once featured on the cover of Philips’ annual
report, used to entice people such as Solly Krok who eventually lost in excess
of $20 million believing that this device could also be used time and again
when getting a flat tire in the middle of nowhere, no means to call say AAA who
might be “tTOo busy” [sic] trying
to save people choosing to live at the bottom of a lake relying instead on a
team of U.S. Navy SEALS to haul
you and your family to safety the costs offset by the United States government
speeding up the printing presses and before running out of fuel to drop you on say the U.S.S. Bataan where upon your
recovery you could have your pick of the
vigorous young service people as opposed to old fart intellectual midgets such
as Paul Krugman and
Perhaps what held you back from discussing these
important matters with Sam was your concern with “pricing-costing”
the one night a week gathering, perhaps still enough distracted to be thinking
of a way to say end the evening with everyone tossing diamonds in the ocean or
simply placing them in a bonfire where as you would know with diamonds being
pure carbon they would burn to nothing causing, however, more ozone pollutants
which makes the idea of tossing them into the sea that much more appealing?
You may also be thinking still about calling or
emailing Nicholas Oppenheimer, the head of the DAAC,
either in South Africa or their Central Selling Organization’s
headquarters in the heart of London, England to hear his thoughts on say a
“Fixed
But why not simply keep it simple without being
stupid and focus on what you currently have to offer that would undoubtedly attract
the best and brightest students attending say UCSD just up the road, the vast
majority Orientals?
Not to suggest you were waiting for me a Lilly White
Wheaty Eater along with my French Canadian 1/32nd Huron Indian wife
to not only develop the ad to appear in the UCSD’s campus newspaper but
to set the pace in handing out flyers which of course I have all the time in
the world to do?
I cannot, however, speak for Marie who I have this
“fear” has not given up in “our
race” to die the richest person in the grave, more and
more people interested to see more of her
art as well as have her explain how to really tell good art from all the trash
that is out there.
Just a little while longer before you begin to hear
all these pitiful art historians who don’t know the first thing about
critiquing a painting implode into heaps of tears and docents at art museums
stop trying to explain how one can get inside the neurons within a
painter’s brain to appreciate their genius when painting the face of a
woman they so often attached the body of a man.
Again, the lack of art knowledge is universal
allowing each of us who don’t have the innate skills to produce something
good to at least learn and enjoy good art versus ending up stuck with the most
pitiful art collection and along comes someone such as myself who has a lot to
learn, enjoying your wonderful hospitality, finding it necessary to open up my
big mouth and let you know that just because you have money doesn’t mean
you should exhibit your poor taste on the walls.
Please bear in mind that I simply cannot get out of
my head morons such as Herbert and Krugman of the New York Times doing the most
pitiful job at the behest of their communist pimps to knock the wind out of the
sail of our great President, the most honorable George W. Bush, these miserable
specimens counting most of all on you Orientals to continue being their “slave laborers”, losing hope
being entrepreneurs here in the United States where communist principles are
rampant then returning back to places like Korea with your tails between your
legs none the wiser about why exactly it is that you along with your hard
working Chinese brothers and sisters have such incredibly weak currencies and
to eventually feel yourselves fortunate to go back to earning slave labor
wages.
So very important you and your friends wise up very
quickly about the words, “exercise good judgment”
the only requirement of non-elected communist officials such as
Within no more than a picosecond
Mr. Cohen will have collapsed in to a heap of tears allowing the Feds to then
provide him with some Kleenex tissue which I will be FEDEXING to Mr. Spitzer
first thing tomorrow morning and when he has stopped crying like a baby to be
asked his opinion about Chapter 18 of the DI,
THE AMERICAN CONSPIRACY and which
diamond merchant buddy of his he “suspects” had a Justice
Department informer “following orders” from the DAAC inform the Justice Department back in 1974 of the most
extraordinary meeting between President elect John F. Kennedy,
the future Commander in Chief of all U.S. Armed Forces, and Harry Oppenheimer,
the co-head of the DAAC, at the
very public Carlyle Hotel located on the upper east end of Manhattan?
Edward Jay Epstein possibly leaving it up the
reader’s imagination to figure out it really wasn’t in the least
bit important the name of the diamond merchant given HO’s partner,
Both HO
and CE
using their unlimited in supply, untraceable, lightweight and never once
inventoried diamond currency to buy off each and every head of state beginning
with the British and U.S. government.
Again, who really cares about the fact that CE died rather
mysteriously 3 odd years earlier in March 1971 from,
according to my Royal Mater, “an addiction to Coca Cola” other than
perhaps me and Edward Jay Epstein
who while making a point about CE
not having any male heirs
not mentioning both CE’s
death as well as what became of CE’s
rather SIGNIFICANT platinum holdings when
the United States Government mandated that every new vehicle sold in the United
States contain approximately $20 worth of platinum in the exhaust system?
So important you take note when sharing this email
with your friends around the world that Mr. Jan W. H. Vaessen came across my
name on The Internet when Googling the word “Quickwheel”.
In
quickly reviewing what I wrote him last evening before both an amazing dinner
as well as sunset motorcycle ride, the detour down to Imperial Beach then had
us heading back north on the beach road to Coronado Island passing the Navy
SEALs training base, taking out the word “to”
in the fourth paragraph and placing a hyperlink over the word “mouth”.
You may have already noticed that as busy as we all
are there is “sumthing” [sic] telling you how extraordinarily difficult it is
getting to get away with “poor excuses”?
The distractions and exaggerations that have served
mankind from exploring the truth a relatively recent phenomena, fast drawing to
a close to mention little again and again of the deafening silence of my cousin
author-journalist
The common man only beginning to live the “good life” following the end of the continuation of
World War I when governments around the world began speeding up significantly
both the production of currency without any backing simply “counting on” stooges like
But the problem of so many of us living the good life, choosing to become ostriches, is only now coming into
“full view.”
Earlier at 3:17 AM PT there was a rather out of
shape woman, quite the eyesore especially when wearing shorts designed perhaps
to prove that she was-is in fact a woman, who apparently owns the next property
south of the Cliff House, screaming at the top of her lungs at our Mexican
gardener and his crew who take care of our most incredible Garden of Eden,
letting this very kindly gentleman know that he had better find an alternative
way to get his truck into our driveway because every time he comes, he destroys
her flowers which I was under the impression he was doing intentionally given
how this “phatso” [sic] has decided to build her garden on public
property.
It is important to keep things in perspective in
this “dog eat god aspartame”
[sic] world never forgetting how much easier it is to work out a number of
things in this Digital Age, none more important than how it has come about that
those at the top of the pyramid have managed to build into their “cost of sales” the “cost of getting caught”.
Taking a break!
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