From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, August 03, 2006 7:00 PM PT
To: Joe Rathburn - firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject: RE: WHO CARES? Mair - I am not sure I have your correct email address or the right spelling of your first name.
You wrote a lot in your 152 word response and while saying so little revealed an enormous amount of Knowledge-Information-Light that has me now stopping thinking about what exactly do I want contained in my forthcoming relatively brief book dealing with the insidious business of “Money Creation” with the subtitle, “A message for the President” that will also spell out even clearer than I have already EXACTLY when the capital and financial markets will inevitably collapse so long as I continue to be successful in preventing a precipitous collapse as I continue to spread the message of hope for all those smart enough not to overreact to the stock market, real estate and insurance industry going bust and why it is rather important that there is an immediate suspension in the share trading of public corporations for all the reasons I have spelled out rather clearly.
Now that I know more about
you having spent a fair amount of time at your website
that is a whole lot more sophisticated than any of my 100 or so in
various stages of construction from the “bottom up”, your parting words on
one page, We
were all one, for a couple hours. That's why I do what I do written
back on February 9th 2005 some 108 days after our stunning victory
in Superior Court Courtroom 25, I thought I would tell you, assuming you
haven’t already read all about it on the Internet, about this one intimate
religious dinner I had with
It was the “feast
of Tabernacle”, I would guess back in the fall of 1989 not long after I had returned from Ti
At the time I was mostly busy
not only negotiating my “settlement
agreement” with Insurance Marketing Services Inc. probably
back then the largest marketing and publishing private company in the world
specializing in the Property & Casualty Industry although we did venture in
to Health, Life and Disability insurance but not much to really say other than that “assignment” was something I
had left exclusively to my attorney, Mr.
Towards the end of 1989
early 1990 when not attending the premier of the New York Broadway Show, Meet Me In St. Louis, seated just a few
seats away from Alan
Greenspan and Walter
Cronkite, my step-father, Alan Zulman making certain all the pitiful
celebrities present at this abysmal performance would never be allowed to
forget their idiocy, I was preoccupied with a number of things or so I seem to
recall including beginning to get my “arms around” a number of “deviant
acts” by the m
And of course this one very hot and married secretary felt as I “applied the guillotine” to plead her case, leaving nothing to the imagination of how quickly she would file a sexual harassment lawsuit against both the company and Mr. Golden Jr. unless I acquiesced which I did.
Remember I still needed to hear Mr. Golden’s side of the story, most of all how he figured it would be best for me to help him out without the so obvious threat of filing for a Chapter 7 liquidation of the company which of course I went back to the secretary who was already licking her chops in expectation of a healthy cash settlement and threatened her not only with filing for a Chapter 7 but letting the creditors who were going to be left with the “short end of the stick” to use what little they got to fund me in writing an “all tell” best seller.
In the end my services were
“no longer needed” as the corrupt m
BTW the only member of the m
Bullet points is the way Mr.
Golden and I used to communicate on the rare occasions he would lay things out
for me in “black and white” bearing in mind we had known each other going
on a decade from when he was General Counsel at the rather large
Offense-Defense contractor of Science
Applications International Corporation,
a position I seem to recall he held for some 6 years during which time he also
did a bit of moonlighting, the most interesting I recall right now is one where
his client while engaging in auto-erotic sex ended up killing himself although
I also seem to recall a woman being involved although I might have it confused
with his one secretary who he used to schtoop in the office in the back of his
house before getting upset and sending King’s wife a tape-recording of King
asking her to come over to play with his “kid” [sic] which King used to refer
to as “Jesus Christ”, the so good
Not to mention King still has that same residence where he grew his pot plants right next to his office on “Miranda Way” [sic] located kitty-corner away from The Sperm Donor who still lives in The Big House but I doubt very much these days he is doing anything other than continuing to go stark raving nuts reading how well I am exposing him and his yet to be married girlfriend who are unlikely these days to be growing pot although this no longer practicing pathologist who wouldn’t DARE to stop his pitiful child support payments might still be working with a chisel trying to get rid of remnants of pot he used to store in the freezer bearing in mind The Sperm Donor has this thing about hoarding all sorts of junk from surfboards, to motorcycles, motorboats, at one time 4 motor vehicles, a neglected parrot, 2 dogs that pee whenever any of the kids bother to come home.
I had hoped when after the
first course was served at
But the most important
question is one that I will now leave for you to take a stab at given how
To a number of people you have quite a way with words and your command of the keyboard is possibly SIGNIFICANTLY superior to mine so please now go ahead and explain the INDIFFERENCE of all you so happy-go-lucky entertainers toward the rapaciousness of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel who with help from their media buddies, Hearst and Pulitzer were soon corrupting all 3 branches of the United States Government TO BE in “command and control” of the Federal Reserve, founded one year prior to the start of World War I that few historians if any can really explain for all the reasons I have been spelling out rather clearly, at again my EXTRAORDINARILY basic website www.NEXTraterresTRIAL.com remembering to scroll just gently down to www.SupremeInternetCourt.com and then scroll all the way down to the bottom and when clicking on to the last hyperlink make a note of this communication in the carbon copy section of this email I sent our great and honorable President, George W. Bush.
My Royal Mater happens to
be even more “closed lipped” than her very
good and “lucky” friend, my uncle
The last time I spoke with my “Loose Lips Sink Ships” mom, I believe going on a couple of years ago when her last words to me following reminding me of this bizarre incident in her bedroom were, “Are you not afraid for your life?”
I never answered my mother just like I never responded to the nonsense that came out her mouth following the publishing of the poems and blank verses that contained more than just a few passages, highly accurate and extraordinarily critical of the South African Apartheid Regime.
Just like I didn’t get off a boat back in 1972 nor did my mother who possibly still understands the media business better than anyone who has ever lived which only begs questions by those who don’t know her as well as me and that includes both my amazing father and step-father who I have known since I was a kid.
In 1972 when I was just 15 years of
age and one year after my uncle
But I had questions only
about the “intelligence” of the
Getting my arms around such
matters didn’t take very long considering the fact that I was in Israel at the
time of 1972 MUNIch Olympics and got to hear the concerns of Israeli “foot soldiers” who were also testing me
when voicing the not all that apparent lack of
adequate security measures taken to both prevent the massacre of the 11
Israeli athletes and the need for Israel, clearly vulnerable whatever pitiful
excuses were to be made by the
But I developed mumps at
Highbury and within 6 months I was back at
I just jumped rather quickly from the early 1970s to I believe it was the early 1990s when THE WINKING CAT finally was sent to a whole bunch of my mother’s mostly South African “retard” friends who up until this very moment when reading all this have to wondering, “when will the next shoe fall?”
It was just a very minor error in the book that first “caught my attention” but I knew this was the “sign” for me to continue to keep my “big mouth” shut tight and “let the cards fall”.
Not even my amazing father was upset about the fact that after apologizing profusely to him when just months before the book got printed my mother still made the “mistake” of calling my father a “fighter-pilot” rather than his actual designation during World War II which was “fighter-bomber-pilot”.
You may not be aware of the importance of the word, “materiality” which of course even the least literate of us understands but yet there is no actual number or percentage that we can all agree on and why the “narrative” that comes before and after the “numbers” is so very important.
As I continued to read THE WINKING CAT I didn’t need to go
very far before wanting to vomit as my mother appeared so “out of character” again
so very quiet unless speaking her mind and then she is all business and yes
Now I have taken you back to
the time when
Only G-d can fully explain my mother’s reasons for dropping the names of sportsman like John McEnroe and others far less well known and at the same time throwing in those she had worked for, the scoundrel Robert F. Kennedy and the much more likeable drug dealer Aristotle Onassis who wore his chicanery on his labels, both RFK and Onassis two sworn-enemies and at the same time two very important DAAC operatives not to ever forget Maurice Templeton the New York diamond merchant who was tasked by the DAAC to make certain that the whore First Lady of the United States remained silent Jackie O saying nothing to my RM when they stood in the same small room back on October 20th 1968 just prior to the nuptial ceremony, Onassis simply not given a choice despite each and every senior member of the DAAC knowing that the media would all see the marriage like most marriages as a “marriage of convenience” as Maria Callas “clicked her heels” .
And since G-d is not talking let me suggest why my RM would leave out the name DAVID GEVISSER of this so choreographed book, especially all the media attention from the unknown media, other than it was either an “Act of G-d” and/or my RM had simply “lost her mind” or something as sinister as why the DAAC allowed Edward Jay Epstein to write the most fascinating and revealing account of the most deceptive and deadly organization the world has ever known which for good reason so few who know are willing to speak out.
Most of all THE WINKING CAT was a “sign” that I would still need to bide my time.
It is not only what you say in the narrative but what you fail to say.
You may have noticed that I was having quite the “back and forth” with Sharon Jones an assistant to Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk of Finkelstein & Krinsk, Sharon going so far as to ask whether I would be paying her “money” to edit my forthcoming book while moonlighting away from Finkelstein & Krinsk which of course could not happen unless Mr. JRK were to give his approval and then his partner Howard Finkelstein Esq. a former United States Attorney would immediately move to have Jeffrey declared insane.
Mr. JRK like Mr. Golden Jr. Esq. know that it really doesn’t take me very long to gather all the “intelligence” I need on any subject “under the sun” including all the “work product” of F&K so long as I put my “mind to it” bearing in mind Mr. JRK while possibly the richest litigator in the world is still very much in business focused like each and every Shareholder Class Action Litigator along with their stooges like Dr. John K. Pollard working feverously to bring about a precipitous collapse of the capital and financial markets in order to protect all their ill-gotten wealth, not even Dr. JKP would DARE to argue differently even though he may have never been a plaintiff in a class action lawsuit.
Bear in mind Jeffrey was “filthy rich” before deciding to practice law in the most lucrative area of the bs laws.
So let me know if you have changed your mind about helping Don get his “public hearing” while I go to work getting my SIGNIFICANT number of “friends” that are increasing exponentially with each tick of the clock to assist those like Don living in his trailer truck in need AND WHO HAVE A WHOLE MORE open “track records” than those sitting in the “pound seats” talking shit and writing the type of nonsense that you so smugly shoved my way.
Gary S. Gevisser
Ps – Later when taking the dogs out on their 3rd 90 minute loop walk of Noble Canyon I will check with Don on a number of your “assertions” given how at 4:55 PM I thought I saw him crossing the $600,000 galvanized steel bridge built to protect the Arroyo toad as well as the livelihoods of the attorneys initiating the litigation on behalf of these not all that pretty but also threatened species, not to mention such lawyers-liars I believe were from the State of Arizona now providing Don easier access deep in to the Cleveland National Forest that belongs to all of us including some rather nasty, fatso and lazy hunters who make it their business-personal when too lazy to go out and find deer to shoot, the few that there are, these so manly men sit on the bonnets of their oversized pick up trucks before turning the sights of their high powered rifles on to the extraordinarily few tiny but so sweet resident foxes and squeeze their triggers, followed by deep belly laughter.
Mankind is the oxymoron of all time.
Worth repeating my French-C
The world would be far better off if women were on permanent PMS then they wouldn’t put up with any of the bullshit.
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Sent: Wednesday, August 02, 2006 10:19 PM
Subject: Re: WHO CARES? Mare - I am not sure I have your correct email address or the right spelling of your first name.
Mair has related the story about your dog, Pypeetoe, to me and we're both glad the outcome was in his favor. As for Don's troubles...
We have elected not to get involved
in the matter. The question is not what the deputy has to do, but
rather, what Don has to do to be run out of town. If he's
living within the law he has legal recourse, if not, he doesn't. I'm afraid
living in a camper in the
We've both encountered Don on our walks, and find him to be a pleasant, if overly talkative, man. But that's all we know.
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, August 02, 2006 8:39 PM PT
Subject: WHO CARES? Mair – I’m not sure I have your correct email address or the right spelling of your first name.
I heard a rather disturbing story this morning from this gentleman Don who has done this extraordinary landscaping job that you have yet to see which says a great deal about this so talented and humble human being who seems to pride himself on keeping to himself unless he sees something very wrong and can then become very passionate.
I don’t know Don from “a bar of soap” and for all I know he could be “Attila the Hun” dressed up in sheep’s clothing but I am someone rather long in the tooth to be easily conned and besides both Maggie and Pypeetoe like him a lot.
According to Don, a local deputy sheriff who he has had “run ins” with previously came up to him last evening when minding his business in Pinevalley and in front of two witnesses told Don, “What do I need to do to run you out of town?”
There is of course a whole lot more to this story including how bold can a person with a badge and gun be to think even if Don was “Hitler, Mussolini, Attila the Hun all combined in to one” that he could get away in such a “public setting” so usurping his limited authority to mention little of this cop apparently admitting to Don that Don would possibly find a good number of other folks even within the town were Don to “live that long” [sic].
I have suggested to Don that for his “own sake” he should consider very seriously the ramifications of it being so simple for him to follow the advice of this law enforcement officer who were it not for the fact that it is my sincere belief he truly has quite a non-stellar track record even before he decided he wanted to have a badge and gun, would in all probability not only be locked up and the key to his cell thrown away but more importantly not contributing back to society anything close to what I am quite certain Don has already accomplished in what has no doubt been a very “full life” including having a Permanent Restraining Order, preventing him from being within some 150 feet of the “Children’s’ pool” over in La Jolla because, according to Don, of some 15 years effort to bring attention to governmental authorities including the Dept of Fish and Wildlife as well as the local lifeguards who have “seen fit” to stand by, coming up with all sorts of pitiful excuses why it is that the seals have been getting harassed from a whole lot more uncaring people than those with power boats with propellers, incapable of the type of “filleting” that human beings on the shore are most likely the culprits.
I am very much a “numbers person” who knows probably more than the overwhelming majority of the very few best of the best practicing attorneys how best to get one’s “arms around” evidence including the fact that it is not hard for the “common man” to not only understand evidence but to appreciate the “truth” that proof is a function of evidence, the better the evidence the better the proof.
September 2002 I had the most horrific experience when an extraordinarily
poorly conditioned physician not only m
Suffice to say Marie and I were extraordinarily fortunate to have both an honest and very savvy judge at the hearing that took place 6 weeks later on October 24th 2002, Judge Hendrix although not capable of getting his “arms around” all the facts that led to such atrocious behavior by such a horrifically poorly conditioned human being who simply had a sufficiently good memory at the time he attended some pitiful medical institution, HAD HOWEVER, seen this type of “offense is the best defense” tactic played out in his courtroom time and again, resulting in the verdict that was TOTALLY in my favor.
But Don is all alone, frightened and very exposed in his trailer truck.
Let me know your thoughts on what I-we should do next.
Ps – Thanks to you helping me get a “reality check” sooner rather than later, Pypeetoe seems to doing very well.
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