From: Gary S. Gevisser
[gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: Adam Tucker
(atucker@nextraterrestrial.com)
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: The meek with
teeth shall inherit the earth - Perfect Storm VII & Perfect Storm III unite
Adam, working backwards. You are without question on the
side of light, i.e. the sun.
You know full well I have been the first to caution you
about others trying to “loop” you into
anything I do, i.e. get to me by gnawing at you; their thinking being that
because I care about you I will forsake my “drives”
to “save
you.” Nothing could be further from the truth and it has nothing to do
with my dislike of golf. In other words, I can’t save anyone for the
simple reason that I do not even have the powers to “save myself.”
If not now, however, then when? If I am only for myself who am
I? If I am not for myself who is for me?
These profound words are of course not mine but they are words most people can get their arms around. And we are all now “at war” and the Hot Water Wars referred to in the June 2002 edition of Forbes Magazine notwithstanding. Each one of us will soon need to make some profound choices, and nothing of course is “black or white” [sic] and of course we should be ever so careful when calling the “kettle black” although I prefer to use the expression, “pot black.” And it does all come down to a matter of perspective, blah blah
as well as hard work, play hard.Truth to many is in the “eye of the beholder” which
is where I begin to differ with perhaps the vast majority of people who
subscribe to such a ridiculous notion, no different to art being all about an
“individual’s taste.”
But if you don’t know how to appreciate art how can
you even begin to discuss taste, the same with fine food. Getting to the truth
is in fact an all-mighty task, let alone the complexities associated with
producing a rich breadbasket, Passover just around the corner.
And it isn’t made easy by those who came before us who
have built up all sorts of barriers that prevent their young from asking all
the right questions, like
“Hey mom and dad, life sucks, wouldn’t you
agree? Now don’t tell me how great you are and those that came before the
two of you knuckleheads decided to have sex and produce me to enjoy less of a
world than what you old farts had to start with. Instead of all the bullshit we
hear coming out of your mouths just tell us about all the mistakes you made and
when I get bored with all that crap then maybe I might be prepared to listen to
some of the things you supposedly did right, blah blah”
[non-sic].
Whenever I used to interview someone for a job the first
thing I did was ask,
“So why did you choose your
best suit, just to impress… 100 push ups, terrific. Ever push a
wheelbarrow…barrel of fish or did you say barrel of laughs?”,
followed immediately by, “And now tell me all the stuff that is not on
your resume, where you screwed up and what you learned from those
experiences… and will your mother and father also confirm all this should
I decide to do further due diligence or would you simply prefer to try out for
a job somewhere else?”
Again, when need be I know exactly how to cut to the chase,
most recently witnessed by Devin Standard when the two of us met at an In N Out
hamburger joint in
By the way can you tell me why some of the hyperlinks like
the Washington Bunch
are not working? I have a number of folks wanting to know more about Roger Robinson including Jeffrey
Krinsk.
Since we start out in life oftentimes being spoon fed it
takes a while to develop one’s own sense of taste as well as a sense of
perspective to mention little of right versus wrong.
Most parents haven’t worked out their own issues,
their own strengths and weaknesses, let alone that of their parents and those
that came before them before jumping headfirst in to breeding much of the same.
IQ has not really changed very much in ions and some might argue the only
changes might be found in terms of Emotional Intelligence which unlike like IQ
is not measurable and why we have the profession of psychiatrists and
psychologists, mostly though for the rich, and of course they will be amongst the
first group of professionals to suffer during the upcoming depression unless
“space ship earth” gets turned around real fast.
It is all about evidence and gathering evidence is my
specialty. I am in fact very slow to judge giving everyone I come into contact
with the benefit of the doubt but I am a pretty quick study, $64,000 question
to boot, and as I go painstakingly accumulating the evidence I can in fact
become quite a pain. And remember once again there are no certainties in life,
the eyes are very fallible and why in courtrooms eyewitnesses are often times
not quite as compelling as circumstantial evidence to mention little of the
blessing of “blood evidence” which has brought the “gift of God”
into the justice system.
Our thinking becomes all so skewed when we start playing God
thinking that we can look into the eyes of our children and know the truth and
why it is that Internecine fighting is so bloody, for the simple reason that as
humans we repeat the mistakes thinking we “know” our children, that
we are “in touch” with our “out of touch” parents
and those that came before them and when we eventually wake up and smell the
coffee we sometimes react oh so violently to mention little of what brings about
our defensive posturing. It is all about making thing entertaining. The biggest
problem though amongst rich kids is that they grow oh so bored with having to
entertain themselves, wouldn’t you agree?
And of course anyone with any basic formal education knows
that the best form of defense is a good offense even if it is all made up,
hoping that we can out bluff the opposite team.
The present system of government here in the United States,
essentially a two party state, has folks on the one side constantly at battle
with the folks on the opposite side and just like the War of the Roses and
really any war for that matter, if one fights long enough one tends to forget
what the fight is really all about let alone who is on the right or the left,
values out the window and what I loved most about my high school in South
Africa were the windows to the left with the teachers in front and being left
handed I mostly viewed all that was happening outside, the birds, the breeze
and of course high school was pretty simple for me especially considering I had
pretty smart folk always in front me running interference, wanting to stand
out.
Now this was all very carefully designed, the layout that is
of the school classrooms, because to the right was the Catholic Convent which I
think I have covered quite well in some of my other writings.
It doesn’t make a “God dam” [sic] bit of difference whether
what one is doing is good, bad or indifferent or simply walking a “mad dog”
as far as the extreme elements are concerned. These folks on the far right and
the far left have a single one track mind believing that “their” end
justifies the means.
It is all about greed.
And it is greed that corrupts. Greed brings out the worst in
people. Money is not the problem but rather the amount of money people think
they “need.” Kids think they can change the world for their needs
are so little. Young people look at us and they think, “bunch of old
yuppies.” Then as they start acquiring material possessions beyond their
needs they get looped into the system and start thinking,
“This guy-gal is no better
than us and he-she-it has everything why should I be Mr-Ms.
GoodytTOoshoes? What’s the point?”
The point in a nutshell, is that the extreme elements on
both sides are the one’s that rule and feed off the folks in the center;
and why I pay so careful attention to the “standard of deviation”
on both sides of any Bell Shaped Curve looking for disparity and of course it
makes no sense that the minority should rule but as my mother once wrote to me,
“It’s not easy to soar like an eagle when
surrounded by turkeysI”
And so we find that the best and brightest are no where to
be found for they simply disappear into the woodwork and why some of the most
brilliant people who have ever lived who could have contributed the most, end
up on their backs, falling off a ladder, being pointed in the direction of a
train smash or just keeping their mouths shut and doing things like paintings
works of art in places like the Sistine Chapel with “a pointed
finger.”
I cover this point in more detail in an email I prepared
this past Thursday on April 10th to Mr. Chivaro, the Chief Attorney
for the State of
I just can’t wait for Jeffrey to one of these days
“load up on me” and then of course I will immediately load up on to
my website all the photos I have of his desk taken when I have been alone in
his office; just kidding Jeffrey!
This 18,000 + email to Mr. Chivaro will be going out in a
matter of hours, possibly days, certainly prior to the end of Passover. And
should I be on the road or otherwise disposed of, prior to it going out I know
for a fact that I can count on at least two individuals right now to get out
both this email to Chief Attorney Chivaro as well as the 4-part, 15,000 odd
word E-mail to Professor Bernie Black of Stanford Law School.
Suffice to say, if anyone were to send you an e-mail or
communicate with you in such a way that you consider it in any way shape or
form to be threatening, either a physical or even the threat of legal action
you are to let me and/or Devin Standard and/or Jeffrey Krinsk and/or Amos
Wright know and they will all individually or collectively give you all the
advice you need in terms of how to respond to fast balls thrown at or near
head.
Few if any can be in doubt as to how clear and precise are
my recent communications, in stark contrast to the past and of course I am the
same person with no help to speak of from anyone else, but of course I am
capable of listening very carefully as the “Tokolosh” [sic] knows.[1]
The only thing folks need to be fearful of me is to what
extent does my delivery of the truth have an impact on them. You can expect a
lot of ducking and diving to occur in times like this but when you have the wind
direction all worked out, when you have a command of the pivotal position, when
you can use the stars for both “light speed”
calculation as well as for triangulation then what you have is an incredible
calmness of mind which is in itself enough to shred one’s adversaries to
“bytes” [sic] although in reality what is occurring is that they
will inevitably tear themselves apart at the seams, i.e. implode.
My adversaries are in fact caught in my “cross hairs” and of
course I don’t carry a gun nor do I believe I have come close for anyone
to want to seriously do something so stupid as to shoot me dead, or worse yet club me to death, and come
to think of it I still cannot get that excited about a bacon, lettuce and
tomato sandwich although I am hungry and I have to be out of the house in less
than half an hour which leaves me just 10 minutes to finish this email to you.
I still haven’t checked the E-mail I sent you
last night, which will have to wait for later. I have a number of errands still
to take care of today including exercising the dogs.
I have though lofted, with my series of e-mail
communications to Laurie Black, a pitch that has essentially destroyed the
rudder of the Democratic Party’s flagship and these boys and girls are
caught in an incredible “fire-storm”
all, however, of their own making and when it is all over it will allow not
only Californians to get back their State, to make certain that their vote
counts, that their hard-earned tax dollars are being wisely spent but it will
serve as an inspiration to the masses all over the world that their ions of
being under the hammer of tyrants will soon be over, that us Americans are not
only willing but capable of getting rid of folks who are no different than
those operating in the 3rd World hell bent on acquiring weapons of
mass destruction.
Right now anyone facing my spotlight has 3 choices. First, to put a
bullet through my scope no doubt blowing my peripheral vision to smithereens; two,
take evasive action; or, three, ignore what I write if one feels my writings
will unlikely have an effect.
Those, however, like King Golden Jnr,
Esq. know how effective I am at gathering evidence, not afraid if necessary to
walk right into the “den of the lion”, willing to bury my head right down the throat
of the beast knowing that I have something “the lion” may possibly
want which could save his-her life. And I do in fact have a way out for all
these out of control rapacious individuals including those who rigged the
Californian Gubernatorial elections who although painstakingly attempting to
cover their tracks don’t quite know as well as someone like King Golden Jnr how diligent I am once I begin to focus on ferreting
out the facts as in “who knew what and when did they know.” For
many years I helped Mr. Golden make his mortgage payments as well as those of
his friend-s.
Everyone has their right to privacy unless they are
operating in the public arena, sitting on public boards supposedly protecting
the interests of the majority as the minority run roughshod on the rights and
privileges of the vast majority of honest, hardworking mom “dnA”
[sic] pops.
When, however, you make a conscious effort to bury your
head, fail to respond to someone who says he has “smoking gun
evidence” that may have a direct impact on the workings of possibly
one or more of the boards you sit on, that your right to sit on that board-s
may in fact have everything to do with your relationship with the folks I have
identified in this conspiracy, who stole the election in [a] State that houses some 30 odd million
people who are part of an economy that is the 7th largest economy in
the world, some think it may be even be the largest economy in the world if one
throws the lost revenue streams from folks who do their own pot growing in
their backyards, then what you are in fact saying to me when you say,
“I just do not understand
where you want to go with all of this....”
is,
“Pls
leave me and my handlers alone” [sic].
At a minimum, you are doing the bidding of those corrupt
politicians and business leaders who may have helped get you where you are
today, wouldn’t you agree?
Even so, I still extend my hand to anyone to come forward
and show me evidence to the contrary because I wish to be ever so careful as I
extend my net to catch the worst of the worst crooks, liars and thieves, cave
dwellers to approach ever so cautiously, not to hook innocent and naïve folk
who may have simply found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.
There is, however, nothing naïve about King Golden Jnr Esq., assuming once again that he is in fact alive. And
of course should he be called as a witness in any legal proceeding I am all but
certain he will plead either insanity or that he has spent the past 33 years
under the influence of drugs and/or someone like Roger Robinson his very close
friend and a member of the National Security Counsel during President
Regan’s first term in office.
You may recall me telling you that since 1981 when I was
first introduced to King Golden his biggest regret has been his failure to act
mad and throw himself into the crowd of gatherers surrounding the flatbed
trailer he was standing on during the 1972 presidential Democratic primaries. Like
any old fart incapable of responding to a simple series of softies thrown by
the likes no doubt of someone like Larry King of CNN, Senator Muskie was viewed
at least by “youth
coordinator” Golden as incapable to stand on his own two feet as the
TV journalists began to [make]
mincemeat out of King’s “shoe in” to the
White House.
The decrepit Senator now starting to cry like a big “cry baby” after a journalist or
two asked about the senator’s significant other’s “spending”
[sic] habits although I don’t know for sure if there [were] other significant compulsive disorders
at work. Mr. Golden’s ingenious idea was to throw himself into the crowd
and distract everyone and possibly though upset his
hair do. I cannot say for certain what caused Mr. Golden to freeze but
certainly I don’t think it was because he had bad breath, possibly
worried about the impression he might make on a young collectable, bar flies to
boot.
I don’t think you could think of two individuals other
than Dr. John Ben Stewart and Ms. Kathy Murry as being more of “two peas in a pod”
than King Golden and Roger Robinson. Wouldn’t it be interesting to hear
what Roger thought of King being general counsel at a defense contractor like
Science Applications International Corporation when folks like the NSC with
tie-ins to other “spook”
organizations like the CIA and FBI were going after people like Jonathan Pollard, the
American-Israeli spy who is now into his 18th year of solitary
confinement in what I assume is a pretty tightly guarded Federal penitentiary?
One time Roger, King and I were sitting in one of my
apartments in what is now a 6 unit condominium project on the west side of Los
Angeles and Roger was quite taken by my “humble” abode and King for
some reason felt the need to let Roger know that I owned the building, and I
thought of asking Roger this very specific question, but that could have put a
damper on the rest of the evening’s activities which included Roger being
a guest of honor at “Ronald W. Regan’s” [sic] 80th
birthday party. And as you may have read in the “Washington Bunch”
hyperlink, Roger W. Robinson doesn’t only share the same initials as this
former president who at times couldn’t always be counted on to remember
everything but he certainly could count on Roger who happened to share the
exact same birthday.
I think it is common knowledge that behind every successful
businessman there is at least an equally “smart women”
[sic]. I was living and working with Annie George at the time. She perhaps more
than anyone else actually taught me how to run a business, her people skills
quite something to mention little of her incredible ability to write allowing
me to watch in amazement as she put into action the most important elements of
a successful [business enterprise];
do a needs assessment of your customer, take care of your people who will help
you spit out a proposal or “tTOo” [sic] and then leave it to me to bank the
profits with of course a whole lot of help from the likes of Amos Wright.
I am not sure if Annie was around that evening, certainly
she wasn’t with the 3 of us when we journeyed to Spagos
in Hollywood where the 3 of us not only had a great time but stole the show and
I still can’t remember if we were charged although it is possible if Wolfgang Puck had any idea
of where Roger was headed off to next he might have tossed in more than desert.
With Marie I got to learn about art and then sum.
Now the fact that the person I believe most responsible for
Pollard remaining in prison besides for the treasonous and subsequent stupid
actions of Pollard himself, happens to be Casper Weinberger who is a convicted
felon and later pardoned by George W. Bush’s father, is pretty easy to overlook these days, as
everyone is so fixated on being an island all unto themselves. I don’t
forget that most uncivil act of his father nor of the broken pledge of
“no new taxes” but nor do I believe that son’s should be made
to suffer in any way shape or form for the misdeeds of those that came before
them.
Which brings me “Sins of the
father” an article that appeared on the page next Don Bauder’s Nerds Fleece Public. Lo
and behold there was the name Neal Westerfield and
the Superior Court Judge handling the son of the convicted murderer’s
name change was none other than Lisa Foster,
“…Lisa Foster is now a superior court judge....May want to
just leave her out of your stuff. She is a terrific lady and one of my
best friends on this earth...as ethical as one can be. She just stepped
down from the Ethics commission to become a judge…”
The similarities with the David Westerfield
case and what I went through with Dr. John Ben Stewart are quite uncanny. There
are some who believe that David Westerfield may have
been “covering
up” for his son although I don’t know if there is a shred of
evidence “whitch”
[sic] such an assertion.
To be clear on this point I never caught more than a snippet of the entire
horror story that captivated quite an audience. Perhaps even Dr. John Ben
Stewart watched some of the TV before deciding on September 11th
2002 to commit his foul act suggesting in no uncertain terms that there was
something afoul between me and his 13-year-old daughter, and as I have said,
using his daughter to shield himself from [my] right to question as well as my right to
comment on what I observe.
This article in The Reader though got my attention in more
ways than anything I have ever read in quite a while, perhaps ever. In addition
to the fact that this court hearing took place in Department 25 of Superior
Court where I believe my hearing was also held was the account by the
journalist Joe Deegan of David Westerfield’s
attorney coercing Neal Westerfield to change his
testimony, no different
to what Mr. Hurst Esq, Dr. John Ben Stewart’s
attorney, attempted to do
outside that very courtroom the first day we all appeared before Judge Hendrix.
At the time I did not have an attorney believing that Dr.
John Ben Stewart would come to his senses and realize that if he pursued
matters against [me] he
could possibly spend not only time behind bars but in the end both his children
would become aware of his insidious actions, that the sooner it was all put to
bed, locked under seal, then the better off everyone would be.
Fortunately or Unfortunately Dr. John Ben Stewart together
with his attorney decided that since they couldn’t “buy off” Marie
Dion Stewart they would then turn up “the heat”
and so we have two major storms unifying right under the spotlight.
In his decision Judge Hendrix had made it patently clear
that both Dr. John Ben Stewart and I would be under the spotlight although
Judge Hendrix never really got to hear much about who I am nor for that matter
what I do for a living. Despite the outrageously false information provided to
Judge Hendrix, signed “under penalty of perjury” by Dr. John Ben
Stewart the judge for all intent and purposes ruled entirely in my favor.
When, however, it came time for Mr. Hurst to write up what
this very fair judge had ruled on, Mr. Hurst started to throw in stuff that was
not part of the Judge’s ruling and consequently my attorney Mr. Ashworth
refused to sign anything presented by Mr. Hurst, at least that has been Mr.
Ashworth’s position all along. Just prior to Dr. Stewart leaving for
I have yet to communicate with Mr. Ashworth since the last
time we appeared together to answer to a criminal court hearing brought about as
a result of Dr. Stewart’s insidious actions but now that I understand
more about how Mr. Hurst’s behavior outside the courtroom, interfering
with material witnesses is not exactly all that uncommon I am beginning to
understand more about what it is that is making my “poor” attorney
Mr. Ashworth possibly very sick.
Whenever it seems that folks feel themselves under attack
for something they have done wrong or even possibly have done wrong they start
throwing out stuff like “right to privacy.”
I cannot wait to hear what Lisa Foster has to say about the
son of David Westerfield’s right to privacy,
the fact that everyone now under the “son” [sic] knows everything
it seems there is to know about Mr. Neal Westerfield
as well as his new last [name].
Where is the shame in our society? Why aren’t the
average Joe Blows up in arms blasting these reporters
for putting out the new name that Neal Westerfield
rightly sought?
I had suggested in my email to Laurie Black that her
children could choose to also change their name given the fact that their
grandfather is at a minimum a very big liar. And if he would lie for donkey’s years about
his military record that would lead to his remains being exhumed out of
Arlington Memorial Cemetery and shipped for all I know to Timbuktu there is
every reason for any of us including his grandchildren to one day wake and say,
“Hey, a liar is a liar is a
liar and who is to say what else he lied about and even if I never got once
cent from his estate maybe I don’t want to have anything to do with that
liar liar pants on fire piece of shit” [sic].
Now I only place a
“sic” there since there is a high probability of there being
something incorrect with what I have written in quotes. At some point in the
future, if and when, I place this email as a hyperlink I might change a word or
too.
The King Golden’s of the world know very well that I
didn’t just arrive off a ship and nor is it in my nature to be
“eager to please” let alone bought off, knowing full well that I
could in fact not only live on any island I choose, anywhere in the world, that
I have the means to purchase my own island or “tTOo” [sic] and of
course Mr. Golden and others who really know me well are all too familiar with
my intellectual capacity to make a pretty good living if I was so inclined and
right now though I simply don’t intend to earn a dime myself until
Governor Davis is removed from office and we begin to start turning the tables
on those who have been stealing the most, leaving the worker bees working
themselves to death while the queen bees get fatter and fatter. See I can even
spell fat, correctly!
It all comes down to this very important word,
“mean” which has so many different meanings, none more so, however,
than in the context of “The means justifies the end.”
Suffice to say we have in most instances the minority,
extreme elements ruling, no different “than” [sic] really than at
any time in the past 2,500 years although I consider the current Bush
Administration the exception and for no other reason than I consider George W.
Bush an exceptional man.
But George W. Bush and his team in Washington DC are simply
ill-equipped
to also contend with in addition to all that they already have on their plate,
a bunch of fat cat, rapacious and pugnacious characters who have taken over
California’s State House, certainly the Governor’s mansion. These
individuals’ desire to rule has nothing to do with reasons of
righteousness.
They rule only because of money, not because they want to
better the world. They rule because they want more money to keep up their
pivotal position in dictating to the masses no different to the Kings and
The deficit needs, the prospects of losing what you have,
never able to be quite satisfied.
Laurie Black did in fact respond to the email I sent you;
interestingly though she didn’t respond to the last E-mail I sent her.
I believe she also sent Mr. Krinsk who is a very busy person an email as well.
Mr. Krinsk is a working like “gangbusters”
to make ends meet and has me involved still in a number of critical assignments
at least from my perspective and so when people e-mail him with nonsense
instead of simply adding to the nonsense they have already sent me, such
actions impact the time available for Mr. Krinsk and I to play pong and that
upsets me to no end, [set-ups to boot.].
When I asked Mr. Krinsk for a copy of Laurie Black’s
email he told me he had already deleted it and of course I have no reason to
suspect Mr. Krinsk of lying to me just so that he could possibly get out of
paying my bill when I eventually get around to presenting it to him on the
basis that “my”” work product” was nothing more
than a figment of my imagination.
I intend to respond to Laurie Black and I will copy you on
such a response unless you inform me otherwise. I just glanced at what she
wrote me last night, actually two emails, one at 8:02 pm and the other at
8:18pm PST and neither show Mr. Krinsk as being copied, nor does she request
that I delete her from my email list although I might have missed something.
There is also the possibility that Jeffrey was just playing pong with me after I wrote all that stuff about him fiddling around with Senator Kerry the wannababy
Democratic Presidential hopeful, over my dead body, and the “Blue Heinz” heiress. Now I might be getting a little ahead of myself in terms of the two other emails I recently completed but which I have yet to send.[2]Finally, before using your name I paid very careful attention to what you
had first sent me,
