From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, July 31, 2007 1:48 PM PT
To: Cameron
Cc: rest; Adam Tucker
Subject: Cameron hello - I'm the guy who asked a lot of questions that
had you responding, "I am an open book".
I make it
my business-personal to place everyone I meet “on the spot” not because
I get any satisfaction out of being “confrontational” but “in
order” to be able to “cut to the chase” that much quicker, “figure out” how best to “serve”
each of our respective “agendas” since one can always “make
money” but never make up for “lost time”, the most precious
resource apart from fresh drinking water, healthy food and shelter from the
elements.
Being
non-confrontational is no excuse for bad judgment!– Marie Dion Gevisser
The fact
that it may be perfectly okay for someone not to have an “agenda” beyond their very
basic needs being met, not be in the least bit interested in “living
the life of Riley” while not having to “blacken their hands”, and
therefore you could rationale argue it would be wrong to “judge”, does not prevent
me from at least trying while at the same time learning from such individuals
how best to get them to “wake up” to what is really happening
“out
there!”
May I
suggest that you click on this hyperlink taking you to my last
heavily broadcasted communiqué before you receive my next heavily broadcasted
communiqué which could easily end up being read within the next 72 hours by
some 10 million individuals if not considerably more; you do the math to
determine how long it will take to reach the rest of the world’s masses bearing
in mind that not everyone on my emails lists is selfish and wanting to keep the
“good
news” just to themselves, a good number sharing the “good
news” with their entire emails lists.
Again for “good
reason” you should read the last communiqué I sent out last evening to
“nothing” Conrad Wolf that I typed in about 30 seconds giving almost “no
thought” to the “audience” which was a statistically
valid sampling of the world’s literate population but a considerable amount of
thought to the subject matter which is “sumthing” [sic] I have been thinking
about since I was a “diK” [sic].
Not to
mention that in compliance with Quantum Mechanics, that which goes forward must
work in “reverse” you should get a “kick out” of my one website www.EmanANDdog.COM
and you would know better than to mock
God.
You would
know that one uses the Latin adverb “sic” denoting “so” when there is an “error
of sorts” in either spelling or grammar within the “quotation
marks”.
Suffice to
say the book I am composing in “real time” on The Internet, THE
HISTORY OF MONEY CREATION AND ITS FUTURE!, subtitle, A
Message for the President! not only affords me all the “protection”
I need but also pretty much speaks for itself but at the same time the two
words, “money creation” requires a little thought which helps “sumwhat”
[sic] when realizing how very little you know not only about the extraordinary
lucrative business of “money creation” despite all your
schooling but more so how very sickeningly devious it is, to the point that you
may first want to vomit before then going very quiet, deciding best not to say
a word to anyone until such time as you realize how very much “on
your own” you are in the world having been “kept in the DAAC” [sic]
by each and every one of your “clay feet” elders including
religious clerics and professors at university who you at first think should
have been “trusted” to tell you from the youngest of age, the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth were it not for the fact that it would
have interfered with their “gravy train”.
The truth
is that beginning with your parents as well as their parents it was quite
difficult to follow the “Money trail” but certainly not
impossible to figure out for example where a “nothing” small time thug
like Hitler got his financing for that awesome Nazi Germany Military Machine?
How many
U.S. Rangers do you think it would have taken on how many missions to simply
offer Hitler, the most non-Aryan looking person the DAAC could find to simply accept a well funded pension plan in say
the shares of the DAAC?
Not like
the
For
behaving good with the DAAC life can
very pleasant, again just so long as you don’t forget who “butters your bread” and
it helps to keep reminding yourself that you come from the “bottom of the barrel”
by wearing suits that fit so very poorly.
Now again,
all that requires is the most elementary
common sense which I have yet to come across in any human being educated under
the Bell Shaped curve educational system where it is the most average of us
who rise to the top.
On the
other hand the DAAC who for the past
century have controlled the entire western world’s educational system and in
the rest of the world the DAAC have
their military right on the ground providing all the necessary “muscle”
for the DAAC tyrants to do nothing
more than maintain a constant state of civil war, understanding all this is as
simple as pie.
Members of
the “Money
Power” elite who make it their business-personal not to tattoo on to
their foreheads that they are members of the DAAC have no difficulty whatsoever getting their “arms
around” the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC], an organization I am intimately
familiar with who mastered the art of “mind
control” best illustrated in their “A Diamond is Forever-A Girl’s
Best Friend”, although simply taking a handful of hours out of your
busy schedule to read their most important Promotional Piece, THE DIAMOND INVENTION, only available
on The Internet, all geared to having you feel totally “hopeless”, that there
is nothing in the world you or all the people you THINK you know can do anything about, what you SHOULD come away with is realizing how
very vulnerable the DAAC feel at
this time which is why they are pulling out all stops with TV, radio and print
ads to get as quickly as possible the next generation to get hooked on diamonds
which as you know is just one currency, one means of exchange.
The
difference, however, with Diamond Currency is that the DAAC, the cartel of cartels, the price fixers of price fixers fix
their unlimited supply of untraceable, lightweight and never inventoried
currency at always more than a barrel of oil.
The DAAC have one agenda namely,
YOU THINK YOU ARE MAKING MONEY?
THIS IS THE DEAL. YOU CAN TAKE IT NOW OR OPEN UP A
TACO STAND!
You are
coming in on the “tail end” of a “cat and mouse game” I have been “waging”
with the highly deceptive DAAC and
their stooges, of course include each and every
one of their corrupt governments, going back to when I was 15 years of age,
some 35 odd years ago, way before I joined them
in 1980 on 47th-Wall Street, New York City, the money laundering
capital of the world, when I was perfectly positioned to take over from my
uncle David Gevisser as the American head of
the DAAC, the mafia of mafia,
counterfeiters of counterfeiters, special interest of special interest group
who most of all understand and execute flawlessly the very basic principle of “divide
and conquer” beginning with the family.
Let me give
you just one example.
Lets first
of all not make it personal but I know given the information you provided me
about your Dad’s real estate business you would be able to apply this example
to his business as well as your mom who I seem to recall you saying is a nurse,
perhaps the most underrated and certainly underpaid job here in the U.S.
especially when considering how grossly overpaid are American physicians who
make out like everything they do is so “precise”, so mathematical, so scientific
but yet when one looks at the numbers and notices that 95% of Americans are in
worse health than the Brits who are not exactly in good shape so you question
the whole “pricing system” and it doesn’t take very long, just a handful
of picoseconds, perhaps less assuming your brain is “firing right” to know why
it is that the “value system” we keep hearing about is about the “value
of money” not set by “market forces” but by the DAAC, the most flagrant violators of
our sacrosanct Anti-Trust laws.
Money doesn’t
“grow
on trees” but at least this way we would be able to keep better track
which isn’t very easy with everyone too busy keeping track of their lies from
day one.
But now we
have The Internet, specifically email that you just have to love unless of
course you are on the side of the DAAC
who interfere with the light but increasingly less so as each one of us can
quickly figure out who is “friend” and who is “foe”.
If you are
feeling sick to your stomach, that is not a good sign.
On the
other hand, well you get the drift.
So lets
just say you own a brand spanking new fishing
boat that you built with your own “bare hands” and the cost of the materials
all coming out your hard earned savings without you getting as much as a penny
from anyone else.
Lets assume
you did your “homework” and did not need to build in the “customary
cushion” of between 20 and 25% in to your budget for cost overruns,
instead just 10% which it turns out that you didn’t need at all and decide on
the day of the launch to throw a spectacular PR party for all your friends who
encouraged you along the way, of course inviting the entire membership of the local
yacht
club while smart enough to use just half, leaving 5% for a “rainy
day”.
The
celebrations also geared in addition to getting laid grabbing but very coolly
as many business cards as possible without looking like you are all “business”
and while looking you square in the eyes, at least for the most part, are a
significant number of prospects that really make you feel so very good about
yourself and before you know it you are thinking, “If only I had built a bigger
fishing boat?” and in the next instant you remind yourself,
“I’m young. Life is good but lets not get carried away. I
got to this point by keeping my feet firmly planted on the ground while others
with their ‘pie in the sky’ dreams never got beyond writing a pitiful
business plan. So if I just ‘stick to my knitting’ I will, when
the time is right, once I have worked out all the kinks, learned the ropes of
running my own business, be in a position to expand, knowing deep down in my
soul when the ‘time is right’ and again not to get carried away with ‘pipe
dreams”, but of course it is such a nice feeling to hear the voice in the back
of your heard confirming all these good wishes and business cards of prospects
who after the party and once I have cleaned up the boat tomorrow morning,
perhaps sleeping in a little later than usual, I will add to my email list and
within a week knowing how fickle people can be and of course I know I have
competition eager to see me ‘fall flat on
my face’, I will follow up with a flyer of sorts”.
Then a very
familiar face, apart from God, taps you on the shoulder but from behind which
of course has you feeling just a wee little bit startled but not in the least
bit frightened since you think, again for the most part, that you are among
mostly genuine “well wishers” but mostly freeloaders wanting good food and most
of all free booze, and in an instant you are “beaming from ear to ear”
as your uncle Joe, your mother’s half brother who is also a member of the yacht
club informs you, while of course just whispering in your ear, that it is
highly likely he is going to be the next commodore of the yacht club and your
eyes widen up “starry eyed”, diamonds not glittering quite as much, and you ask
him why he hadn’t told you this good news before and he says simply that he
wanted to first see you, “showing up for work”.
Those 4
words seem a “little out of place” even though you may have thought you were
taught this most important lesson in being successful in business the day you
finished your first class when beginning elementary school which your
professors forgot to remind you in college and slowly the beaming smile on your
face turns into a frown and not long a teeny weenie little “grimace” appears on
your face but your favorite uncle is still smiling and you then quickly laugh
which helps bring back that award winning smile and then your uncle Joe opens
his mouth a little more and you figure he was just “pulling your leg” and
making a joke about you “showing up for work”.
Then uncle
Joe sees a familiar face, slaps you gently on the back, now thinking of selling
your mother’s so very blood stained and worthless-fictitious diamonds, before
telling you to call him if you need anything, that he would be glad to help in
any way possible.
So you are
very quickly back to feeling awfully good about yourself so long as you remain
“in
the moment” of this “case study” but you still wonder
about that “showing up for work” plus the fact that you thought there were
no “secrets”
in your family, that everyone was an “open book” and why didn’t your
mother at least inform you that your uncle Joe was going to be in a position to
“make
or break” you.
Even at 23
odd you are long enough in the tooth to know it is not so much who you know
that counts but what you know about who you know - MDG that makes the difference between
life and death, or simply leading a “life of riley” or ending up like
most in debt if not dirt poor unless of course you know how to play the “DAAC
game” which I am sharing with you in “real time”.
But you are
only 27 odd years younger than me of course living the “life of Riley” just look
at my awesome French-Canadian wife Marie Dion Gevisser
and you
have “your whole life ahead of you”, now thinking how to make the most of
your uncle Joe’s connections, so try getting rid of those DAAC thoughts, not very easy I know, but just try and remember this
“case
study” is just a hypothetical although there is nothing in the least
bit funny about the way the DAAC do
business, seeking out the “weakest link” in the family who the DAAC allow each of us to talk badly
about but totally intolerant are the DAAC
if anyone else questions our so transparent hypocrisy and point out each and
every one of our DAAC family
members.
Then out in
the distant you see your uncle Joe talking to a stranger who appears to ready
to come on board and again your feelings are overwhelmingly positive because
you have been smart enough not to let anyone beginning with your parents “blacken
your hands” and you look forward to meeting this well dressed individual
who at least knows that you come from “good stock”.
Without
wanting to make it look too obvious you can’t help but keep an eye open as he
makes his way through the adorning crowd before coming up to you and
introducing himself as a friend of your uncle Joe.
And after
the customary “glad handling” he hands you his business card and tells you
that he has his board of directors coming in town tomorrow and would like to
rent out your boat that afternoon to take them all fishing and before any words
can come out of your mouth but you know better than to remain “star eyed” first
and foremost because how very stupid it looks, he informs you that not only
will none of them be expecting to catch any fish he is going to have everything
catered and that all you are going to have to be responsible for is a making
sure the boat is cleaned up and ready to go by 2PM and then as he shakes your
hand, hands you over U.S.$10,000 cash, all in new 100 United States Dollar
bills and then says,
“If that does not cover the cost, just bill me the difference. Your
uncle can vouch for me. We have been friends a lifetime!”
US$20,000
was the total cost of the materials, most of which you got at below cost given
how you had been at this since you were 15 years of age, so very diligently
building the right bridges, knowing better than burn any bridges, especially
with the DAAC and all their material
suppliers who without exception were invigorated by your entrepreneurialism, so
willing to do it all on your own.
Never in a
million years would you have dreamed your “lucky stars” would fall to earth so
very quickly and then you instinctingly because you are a guy put your hands
inside your trouser pockets just to feel all those other business cards which
now had you “feeling your oats” and in the next instant you are looking
around for the hottest chick to share your award winning smile but knowing not
to come on too strong, to be cool, laid back, not giving away any sense of the
fact that you could so long as you played your cards right be retired well
within 3 years but not to the point that you are thinking of ever giving up the
“good
life” but just not having to ever worry about “making ends meet”.
Cameron,
now may I suggest you email Adam Tucker, my one American programmer who
I have known some 5 odd years and begin by asking Adam whether he got the
funding for his one idea from this one board member of his uncle’s plastic
business that got a “leg up” on the competition when a DAAC representative showed up one day
with U.S.$2 million cash in a suitcase.
Adam has
designed each one of my websites, some 100 or so in various stages of
construction from the “bottom up” although there are only
about 5 that have been “lit up” and each one has the appearance of being more
basic, more infantile than the rest.
My very
first website was www.FOOTSAK.com,
footsak is South African slang for giving someone “a kick in the rear end”.
My wife’s
Datsun Pathfinder, Limited Edition, i.e. leather seats, top-of-the-line when
she purchased it back I believe in 2001 has a rather big dent in the back
bumper that I haven’t bothered to get it fixed even though I know it bothers MDG “sumwhat” [sic] but not to the
point where she would bother to do it herself.
This “ding” was caused when backing into a
concrete trash bin in downtown Los Angeles while on the phone with a very close
colleague of mine, Newell Starks who was waiting to catch a flight out of Los
Angeles International Airport to his home in Austin, Texas and I was at the
same time trying to coordinate another colleague of mine Ms. Vicky Schiff to
meet with Newell and just “get to know one another”.
Newell
first “made a name for himself” when as an engineer at Texas
Instruments he is credited with having invented the notebook computer which was
back in the late 1970s, before then being offered by one of the two founders of
Compaq computer to be the “3rd leg in the stool”
which in a matter of few years would have allowed Newell to walk away with a
couple of billion U.S. Dollars in his “back pocket” and after turning down this
“once
in a lifetime offer” and seeing what it cost him, Newell decided to go
back to school and upon graduating with an MBA took a position with Citicorp Venture Corporation, a
wholly owned subsidiary of Citigroup which is where he was when I met up with
him in the early 1990s, on his very last assignment as Newell who was just 40
years of age was being “put out to pasture” having earned
for himself nothing short of a “small fortune”, certainly enough
that he would never need to work again.
Vicky first
made a name for herself as the managing partner of a private US$100 million
real estate investment fund specializing in self-storage facilities having been
fortunate enough to have earned the “trust” of a gentleman, just forgot his
name who along with his father are the second largest shareholders of AIG, the financial services giant, also
controlled by the DAAC no different
to the DAAC’s Lloyds Insurance of London just down the road from the DAAC’s Central Selling Organization.
So there
you have the DAAC fixing the price
of Diamond Currency at always more than a barrel of oil and the DAAC LION
fixing the price of insurance.
Do you
recall me reading back to you yesterday about the DAAC just loving their most awesome at one time “crown
jewel”, the DAAC British
crown colony aka the
I first met
Vicky following my New Beginnings party that I held in December 2000 when I had
decided to “hang up my gloves” and just “kick back” the rest of my
life.
Vicky was
friends with a surfer buddy of mine from
Paul along
with his sister Tracy, a classmate of mine from high school in South Africa,
had come to this rather small party I had that attracted quite an eclectic
group of people including master painter Sebastian Capella and his wife
Margarita.
Even my
amazing father, Bernie Gevisser, a Fighter-Bomber-Pilot of World War II with
some 71 odd miraculous missions dive bombing the crap out of the DAAC Nazi bastards showed up and took
his usual many photographs.
Paul who
never went to university and has “struggled” most of his adult life to “make
a living” mentioned but ever so briefly this fiend of his Vicky who he
was teaching how to surf and that she had access to “Money Power” people.
Just prior
I had mentioned to Paul who was working for a company buying and selling
different types of exotic metals often used in aircraft about a public
corporation by the name of Chase Brass Industries whose New York Stock Exchange
symbol was CSI.
I said to
Paul who I was just trying to “help out” that he should have Vicky
give me a call and I would be able to gauge quickly whether she and her
financial partners would be suitable buyers of CSI whose share price was
“languishing” some 50% below of what it was worth because the Chief Executive
Officer who owned less than 10% of the outstanding shares was not “playing
ball” with CVC who had “financial
control” and who could quite easily simply fire the CEO who was getting on in
years but who was just happy doing his “thing” and was not all that keen to
sell out even if it meant he would make a lot of money from his not all that insignificant number of shares.
But as you
know not everyone is “all about money”. Just kidding.
Everyone is about money and then sex.
But don’t
forget this CEO’s one job was also to take care of the financial interests of
the remaining shareholders including CVC,
so he was really simply being “selfish” but he was not “al-to-get-her” [sic]
stupid which again we can all understand since we know the stats show when
someone stops working they often just die, which can be a “sad” thing but not
necessarily when you consider how human overpopulation is not a “good” thing.
CVC are also not exactly your “nice, tolerant guys”.
CVC is in fact the most rapacious
leverage buyout firm in the history of Wall Street where their specialty is “management
friendly” i.e. “shareholder hostile” takeovers where
they get “friendly” with management who own a very small percentage of the
public corporation, run the business into the ground, buy up the shares for
pennies on the dollar, take the public corporation private and then in no time
take the same company with some façade changes public again, and make a killing
time and again off momworkers, widows, widowers, pensions and
orphans.
CVC didn’t, however, want to “upset
the boat” with CSI since
first of all CSI was relatively
speaking, “small potatoes” and its CEO did one hell of a job serving as that
block of salt hunters put out to attract deer, you get the picture.
Perfect Storm II on FOOTSAK.COM spells this all out in quite some detail resulting in
the CEO getting in no time the “picture loud and clear”, resigning
and in no time CSI’s share price
doubled and CSI was eventually sold and why when looking for the NYSE symbol CSI nothing is to found.
Vicky
Schiff and her financial partner, Lou Gonda, just remembered the name, were not
the buyers after I figured out in the first couple of minutes when Vicky called
that she simply wasn’t “equipped” to move “fast enough” unless I was “steering
the ship” and again I was now “fully retired” apart from of course
continuing to “work on the DAAC” but ever so quietly and patiently.
In the
course, however, of our very brief first conversation where I wasted no time in
asking her “pivotal questions” that had she answered correctly could have
resulted in Vicky walking away quite easily with a US$20 million payday so long
as Lou Gonda put up the necessary funds with nothing “at risk” since I had done
all the necessary “due diligence” and besides my pal Newell Starks who
co-authored Perfect Storm II given his connections with CVC could very easily “steer traffic”, Vicky revealed that she was
having “problems of her own” with Lou Gonda but would not elaborate.
I think you
can understand that not only did I not get off a boat just yesterday, it stands
to reason that someone like Newell Starks who is very possibly the smartest
financial engineer in the history of Wall Street, second to me of course, would
want to be “joined at the hip” with me who doesn’t have this ego thing to
see my name in any of the DAAC
shows, TV, radio, billboards and the such.
Nor do I
make it my business to interfere in other peoples business unless they
interfere with my business-personal when I can get very personal-business.
Paul Tomson
was quite disappointed that I didn’t think Vicky could “pull
it off” since he thought she was “hot stuff” not that Paul
was sexually interested in Vicky which at this point I doubt even you were
thinking since we are talking “telephone numbers”.
Money is of
course a powerful aphrodisiac but only to those poorly conditioned which in my
humble but seasoned opinion makes up about 99.99% of the human literate
population.
To help
Paul overcome his “disappointment” since he thought Vicky and her partner Gonda
were big time “movers and shakers” capable of playing in the “big
league”, I said that I would be willing to have another conversation
with Vicky but I warned Paul that it may turn out that my instincts were right
about Vicky and Gonda having “problems” which didn’t bother Paul since he was
looking for his own “payday” and saw no “downside” to my giving of my time to
assist him and his friend Vicky.
When Vicky
called again, I cut to the chase that much quicker.
To cut a
not so long story short I agreed to help Vicky without it costing her upfront a
penny resolve her “issues” with Gonda who well within a couple of months settled
with Vicky who for my efforts that called for me having to “flush
out” not only Lou Gonda but one of his female lawyer lieutenants who
happened to be best friends with Tracy Tomson, not only “kicked back” to me one
third of her profits from the US$100 million real estate portfolio but agreed
in writing to share with me 10% of everything she earned until such time as she
“Hung
up her boxing gloves” without me agreeing to “lift one more finger”;
i.e. even if I decided not to take another phone call from her, Vicky would pay
me 10 cents on every dollar she earned until she was fully retired and at the
time Vicky was not only still in her mid-thirties but given how well I had
“extricated” her from the “clutches” of Lou Gonda, Ms. Schiff was now the “talk
of the town” and in no time became the co-managing director of Wetherly
Capital Group whose principal financier is Ron Burkle, a multi-billionaire who
is apparently still trying to buy the Wall Street Journal although Burkle who
was the first to hire DAAC Bill “Cecil Rhodes-DeBeers Scholar” Clinton
immediately after he left the White House with everything but the kitchen sink,
is simply “going through the motions” since to the DAAC it makes absolutely no difference whose name is placed as the
owner of anything so long as the FOOLS
NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBIC PLACES never forget who “butters their bread”.
Adam has
never met Vicky nor Newell but may remember that both Newell and another close
colleague of mine Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk of Finkelstein & Krinsk, a very
skilled and experienced Shareholder Class Action Litigator felt
that I didn’t need to bother with any other websites since FOOTSAK.com with just 3 hyperlinks, one taking the viewer to a
cartoon, the other to Perfect Storm II and the 3rd to an opinion by
Judge Stein was sufficient “proof” that I had “arrived”.
Let me know
if I can answer any of your questions.
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