From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Tuesday, June 10, 2003 11:25 AM
To: Anonymous XX
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Seacrest=GO SEEC REST AND THEN SUM

 

 

As great as I hear Iceland is my hope is that you are back in "one peace" and you didn’t get a taste of someone pissing on your grave.

 

You may recall in one of my recent emails my mentioning to you this supposed Icelandicsign of respect” I thought I heard coming from Jeffrey Krinsk altho it could simply have been his dog barking,

 

“Should Campbell Soup and I still be around tu attend your funeral I will make [a] point of peeing on your grave. Forget about Jeffrey who avoids such outings like the plague bearing in mind tho that the most self-indulgent act is to believe the number of people attending your funeral to be determined by anything other than the weather, i.e. hell might freeze over before Jeffrey attends the Pisser’s funeral.” 

 

Your son like most who were old enuf to have witnessed in the flesh the lying, stealing and cheating of the Clinton duo who epitomize self-indulgency, every so often getting snared in their own tangled webs hoping to bag just one more “road kill” before meeting their maker, is fed up and it shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that he feels inclined to buy into conspiracy theories that simply don’t add up.

 

You may recall that little "setup piece” I wrote back on October 17th 2000 which was sent out the next day to coincide with my father's birthday. In many ways it set the “cat amongst the pigeons” much like Jeffrey Krinsk’s deposition of a senior Revlon executive sum too years later, to the day.

 

These days I am very much into making deposits building up an ever increasing “war chest” that will be needed before the thaw sets in. No one can doubt my resolve to take it to those like Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman or the likes of Dr. Stew or a washed out Sammy “black polish hair-do” Haim who I happened to notice eating away last evening at Sabiccas, a local restaurant between our most comfortable spot and the beach.

 

By the time I got back to The Cave around 10:30 PM PST not only was Sammy fast asleep, lights out but despite the very cold air he hadn’t turned back on the heat.

 

Again, I have no confirmation that he actually read the E-mail I sent him a week ago today but just the idea that he has decided to cool his heals is heartwarming altho if you were next to me as I observed some of his facial expressions, those not contorted due to his “social intercourse” with “plastic surgeans” which didn’t change throughout the 30 seconds I observed him as he chomped down on his dinner, you tu may have concluded that he was possibly thinking of having me or my dog for desert.

 

Now Sammy is somewhat of a trader and so it would be wrong for me to assume that he paid hard cash for all the work done to the front of his face and of course once I see the bald patch covered up then I will know for sure he has made it big time.

 

The type of trading Sammy does is not quite that envisioned by the likes of Moses, again this is just my opinion. Our forefathers journeyed forth from Egypt were told to take only what they needed and not what might be attractive to women so as to continue the species to mention little of my opinion that each one of us is in fact a different species but due to cross polarization those idiots who let their formal education interfere with their learning concluded us all to be one species even tho I find it very difficult to envision any women I know actually making love to someone like Sammy, but then again we get into this very mystical word called love, the Poli Pollak’s of the world to be avoided at all cost unless in a forum where the world sees them for what they are.

 

Do you know whether Baboons have tails? The last time Marie and I saw any was in South Africa on our way to the Stellenbosch wineries and of course for the next several days everything was a blur. As you know I am restricted from discussing our sex lives on open forums.

 

I am by the way still waiting to see how well Sammy did in renting out my one candelabrum altho he had access to my entire pewter collection for several months.

 

Naturally I crossed to the other side of the street altho it wasn’t quite that well lit and Pypeetoe remains, “All feet, no teeth to his bark, and afraid of the dark.” I purchased, however, once I saw Sammy and his real estate” tyfoon” [sic] friend sitting in the restaurant a healthy looking piece of steak from Jimmy Os just a few steps up from Sabicca thinking to myself that if Sammy were to attack I would just throw the half that Pypeetoe hadn’t chewed in the first couple of seconds which would prove enuf of a distraction giving Pypeetoe and me just sufficient time to make a clean escape.

 

Now I don’t really know much about this one friend of Sammy’s other than he once told me that “Arthur Laugher” [sic] was a partner of his. You may remember that so-called “genius” economist who came up with the “trickle down” economic theories and I can only wonder how much better Arthur has done than my fukukta economic university professors from Natal University in South Africa who were expert in delineating using highly complex mathematical equations that never seemed to add up where they went wrong in life.

 

Sammy’s nephew Ian Lerner showed up at the Tree House about 45 minutes ago, 10:30AM PST to be precise. I was in too minds about going out to greet him to see if he was possibly interested in buying back the Black Mercedes from me since I am turning out to be a rather poor second hand car salesman.

 

You may remember Ian remains on title. Yesterday late afternoon I received a call from a woman inquiring about the ad I have in the auto trader wanting to know, “Does the too door 380SL seat too people.”

 

And so this was all the lead in I needed to get this lady and I thinking on the same wavelength, “What do you consider to be people…How fat is fat…” By the time I was done another prospective buyer had bit the dust, providing me tho with just more material for Manager Minute One.

 

There is tho little for anyone to worry about as we approach the final dawn as the markets all around the world begin to implode creating tho in their wake a whole new beginning that will open up capital for budding entrepreneurs keen to make an honest living, i.e. GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com.

 

It is just a question of time before the masses see that it makes no sense to buy into the BS of the past, that the Digital Age is the signal for all The Meek WITH TEETH tTOo Inherit The Earth and out with the old, ever tho so carefully.

 

And to embrace the new, that those who even think about resorting to violence, breaking peoples’ necks, chopping off their legs below the knees and who happen to have just the slightest belief in G-d will in fact fall apart long before they get to meet their maker, i.e. Healthy MindHealthy Body.

 

Over the course of the past several days I have been thinking about sending a series of emails that will appeal both to the likes of your son and his girlfriend as well as someone like Sam Weill, Chairman and CEO of Citicorp and of course never to forget the Clintons and their tie-ins with the folks who masterminded and rigged the California Gubernatorial elections this past November 8th.

 

Included in this series of emails will be one to Jeremy Kurtenbach, Dr. Mitzsos’ attorney. I am waiting to get the assignment of the judgment from my buddy Derrick Beare over in England whose actual judgment is against Med-tek's 4runner aka Sunmed.

 

It is possible that there could be a tie-in with these boys getting the word that I am on the "war path" and are thinking that by getting rid of Mary “kissmyass” Cusimano it will throw me off their trail, over my dead body, which reminds me of something I came across in Diana B. Henriques’ The White Sharks Of Wall Street where there are a couple of references to Sam Weill’s old stomping grounds, Carter, Berlind and Weill.

 

And of course you wouldn’t be surprised that I have met Mr. Carter on occasion, a rather conservative businessman who happens to own the New York Observer that attracts the likes of Christopher Byron, the first journalist to coin the phrase, “The Finagle King” in reference to Ronald “O. Ring” Perelman, CEO and Chairman of Revlon Corporation as well as somewhat more left-wing journalists like my cousin Mark Gevisser altho I don’t recall coming across his name at the New York Observer but certainly Mark wrote “peaces” [sic] that were published in The Nation that was at one time owned and controlled by Mr. Carter.

 

By the way the English translation of the title associated with that “Christopher” hyperlink posting back on August 9th 1999 reads, “The Fish Rots From The Head Down.”

 

So what do you think of a “deal minded” man who made his fortune “hound dogging” around Wall Street being the “control person” of one of the most leftist “mainstream” publications under the “son” [sic]?

 

And of course it goes without saying that these views are all my own. And if Arthur Carter were to take offense with anything I have written here I say to him, “Hold on to your hat, don’t spit yet as my mother mite suggest and at least kick back until you see what I have in store for your former partner, Sammy “tTOo bit die-f” Weill.

 

Let me know if you have an email address for Mr. Weill.

 

Time to fly,

 

Gary

 

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From: Anonymous XX
Sent: Monday, May 26, 2003 5:59 PM
To: 'Gary S. Gevisser '
Subject: RE: Seacrest=GO SEEK REST AND THEN SUM

 

 i hope my son wasn;t a pain and you enjoyed each others company

 

i'll be in iceland through the first week of june - talk to you then

 

Mary was released from med-tek - surprise surprise - more when I return

 

take care -

 

 

 

From: Gary S. Gevisser

To: DStl1@aol.com

Cc: carrie.kirby@uk.atlascopco.com; gremeltech; Devin Standard; Derrick

Beare; Raymond; R Oshry; Shaim; Garyiglass;

minehead@risdonhosegood3.inty.net; Kingdelmar; Kathy Murry; Roger Hedgecock

Sent: 5/25/03 6:23 PM

Subject: RE: Seacrest=GO SEEK REST AND THEN SUM