From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, May 12, 2004 6:13 AM
To: Chris Arnold
Cc: Dennis Prager; JRK@class-action-law.com; FBI; Diana Henriques-NY Times; Po-Li

Subject: Next Symposium {:} ...this unholy alliance between the Shareholder Class Action Litigators... the FBI taking very good note... {:}

 

Chris – This is the 4th time I have tried filling out the online application, everything falling apart when it gets to the question of whether I own investment properties.

 

When I click on “yes” the window for “how many” fails to open and then when I click on “next” I get this message below:

 

Microsoft VBScript runtime error '800a000d'

Type mismatch: 'CInt'

/form/properties_insert.asp, line 9

 

As much as I want to comply with your request I simply cannot afford to invest any more time on such matters.

 

By clicking on here and paging down to “Back in the mid 1980s...” and then clicking on here you will find out more about me than perhaps you know about anyone other than yourself, rest assured though I want to be cooperative at the same time I can bend over only so far as much as I know that the world would be a better place if so many of us simply didn’t take up so much space.

 

Back in the mid 1980s I helped run a private marketing-publishing company by the name of Insurance Marketing Services Inc [IMS] my having now mentioned on at least one occasion how as best I recall, sending out only one memo, a flowchart on how when employees were engaged in business #1

 

Or

 

Business #2 they should be mindful of what else they were depositing into the sewer system that kept backing up causing me endless interruptions, my initial task to constantly weigh, the pros and cons, of filing a Chapter 11 which would place the company under, so-called “Bankruptcy Protection”

 

Or

 

A Chapter 7 liquidation proceeding, neither option very palatable given the extent to which the company was “under water”, now I must fly.

 

I am reminded tho, at this time of the Forest Service here in southern California not being able to afford gasoline to pick up the brush cleared from our cabins situated in the Cleveland National Park just east of San Diego, my preparing at this time, at least in my head, a missive of missives to the 40 odd other cabin owners members of the our non-profit board tasked with getting our land permits renewed which could if I don’t take the advice of my partner-wife, Marie Dion [MD], my right ear just going deaf, could result finally in law enforcement camping out at our cabin #11, permanently, which would have MD quite up-set, quite bothered my EsP partner-wife by even the dogs upsetting the amazing wildlife that is now coming back strong, luck playing no part in understanding the frailty of man-woman.

 

Cash as you know though is “king”, the monies that were being spent on plumbers fishing out paper clips, tampons found mostly in the men’s toilets, again so hard to tell men from women beginning back exactly when I care not to bother you with at this time, the fishing lines, however, the most troubling since I felt those executives who were feeding me most of the garbage, the ones most responsible for lighting fires, i.e. keeping their seats warm were sending me nothing short of a “Watch Out” message, agree?

 

The game of chess as you know like the game of life is all about distracting your opponent, healthy competition having brought us quite a ways, my mindful of Mr. GS, a former president of a division of Simon & Schuster, now thinking of lashing out at me which is different from thrashing my flank at one point GS was quite interested in buying the IMSGold mine” whose most valuable assets came and went with the movement of the tides no different to any organization where people are treated as human beings, GS now imploring me at this time to “real in my” [sic] audience by focusing in on “the shedding of light” bearing in mind I have this thing about constantly looking for hooks, so how r we doing right now?

 

It is not important that you have as hooked a nose as me

 

Or

 

Subscribe to the tenets of the Jewish faith as I do although, there are possibly a relatively small number of supposedly Jewish people out there who consider me “anti-Semitic”?

 

I am willing to bet u every dollar-pound-rand-shekel-peso I own that not a single one of these intellectual midgets would be willing to put up an equal amount and engage me in a “live debate” and that includes Professor Dennis Prager, an Orthodox Jewish rabbi who has a daily radio show here in the United States and as last I recall his own TV show, Mr. Prager along with a statistically valid representative sampling of the world’s literate population copied on this missive.

 

Sidebar to Dennis Prager: Hello Dennis, come on down and show the world what you are really made of and bring that wifey along for at least moral support, none of you going to be able to duck me forever, the hypocrites that you all are, now rummaging through my draws looking at the foreign monies going back to when King Golden Jr. Esq, Valerie Schulte Esq and I got stopped a decade ago by a Mexican Federale on a motorcycle, not a single United States note not even a single United States cent to be found, our JoNathan coming in the other day like a vacuum cleaner, not to forget that one travelers check signed by Mr. William Randolph Hearst VI held in safe keeping by my friend Annie George.

 

Chris, I will also be posting this missive on the eRaider.com website, either The Bucks Stops Here where things have pretty much ground to a standstill

 

Or

 

Melvyn “Wiseass-Weissman” WeissThe Shareholder Rights lounge where things apparently have got rather personal, not to forget that Mr. Weiss Esq. is currently the target of 2 Grand Jury investigations, Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown his one of many prostitutes in the throes of an endless tailspin, quite a number of folks emailing me showing approval of my Endless Universe letter to the Editor of the Del Mar Times.

 

Either way you should get priceless PR, agree?

 

And of course there is nothing to stop you from contributing to our very worthwhile social cause, you no doubt noticing how awfully silent the likes of Me_thinks have become bearing in mind how much he-she had to say some 4+ years ago, either still in the “denial” stage

 

Or

 

Like Mr. Debonair JRK fully immersed into the “resignation” stage, my “twisting the arms” of the litigators I had tasked with filing a SCAL [Shareholder Class Action Lawsuit] by threatening to embarrass the crap out of them not exactly lost on the authorities both present and former, several copied on this missive including Stanford Professor Joe Grundfest a former Chairman of the SEC [Securities Exchange Commission] who back on April 23rd 2002 at 7:42 AM PST in replying with

 

Could I stop you?”

 

to my equally stiletto-like question some 50 minutes earlier,

 

Mr. Grundfest,

 

I have "smoking gun" proof that a group of business people in conjunction

with the highest-ranking members of the Democratic Party have hi-jacked the

political system.

 

May I share it with you?

 

Gary

 

Showed his true colors, agree?

 

Clearly tho, Professor Grundfest has been ever so diligent in obfuscating the extent to which his formal education has interfered with his learning no doubt in my mind far more competent than say Diana Henriques a bought and paid for member of the Socialist Elite New York X who may be equally culpable, agree?

 

Some folks may think me as nothing more than colorful but then they don’t necessarily know me all that well that when I mean business I mean business, quite able am I to combine hard work with hard play more and more folks agreeing that our Almighty Good and incredibly SMART G-D wouldn’t have much objection if we had 11 Commandments, the 11th spelling, “Hard Work-Hard Play”, agree?

 

My reminded at this time of a TV show I saw the other night on PBS, the supposedly Public Broadcasting Station about these white American left wing revolutionaries known as The Weathermen who in an effort to get their anti-Vietnam war message across played right into the hands of extremists on the far right whose puppets, the mainstream media, had the masses of folks, revolted by the inhumanity of the Vietnam War, viewing these revolutionaries as nothing more than demented, caught up in their own self-righteousness, those on the far left and the far right meeting up time and again, those caught up in the middle simply paralyzed be4 being led to the gallows, although gas chambers comes to mind, agree?

 

When will people stop going around in circles and start listening, paying attention to the winds of change now unfolding like never before, the Digital Age, a G-D-SEND, no one needing to leave the sanctity of their own living rooms but each and every one of us now under the spotlight, certainly each and every person copied on my missives along with those who being forwarded what I have to say thinking at least a little differently today, wouldn’t you say?

 

On average for each person on my email list that now numbers approximately 1,500, approximately 10 times that number are forwarded my emails within the space of 24 hours, the likes of Mr. Debonair JRK so good at making small talk with waiters and waitresses who feel the need to humor him and his communist chieftain friends because they have their ill-gotten gains oozing out of their chest pockets so seemingly unaware of how rotten their farts smell, these monkeys who hide behind their lapels one day making out like gang busters as they go about “raping and pillaging” and then the next hightailing it into a synagogue, church and Mosque, not one of these sanctimonious assholes willing to debate me even on this point of whether on average sum 15,000 individuals read what I have to say about them, agree?

 

So knowledgeable though I am of the law which says one can say pretty much anything as long as it does not incite a riot and is truthful, mistakes tolerated unless there is a pattern to such poor conduct, agree?

 

Mr. Debonair JRK’s intimate knowledge of my command of numbers makes him at this time shudder in his boots, a vessel without a rudder more like it, my believing at this time that he and his cohorts are suffering immeasurable strokes and my best is yet to come unless of course he et al were to do something awfully stupid and order “a hit” so cowardly these Emperors without clothes so fully versed, however, that given my command of spirituality that comes first and foremost from an innate understanding of mathematics and science at the highest levels, my rendition of what goes around comes around has these yoyos most likely returning as bottom fishes at best, causing them to standstill like never before which in itself is a rather foolish act given the need to be on the move constantly, embracing change, change builds character, my war chest in a matter of moments in the space of time will far exceed all their assets so spirited away, my now propelling forward giving Mr. Debonair JRK and the likes of his equally demented suicidal ally, Mr. Po-li Pollak, a former regular talking head on the Fox TV Network one footsak after the other, agree?

 

Footsak is South African slang for giving such morons, “a kick in the rear” which is not to suggest that either Mr. Debonair JRK

 

Or

 

Mr. Pollak suffer from penile dysfunctionality, at least, not at this time, the vacuum growing between their ears most likely the result of them having engaged more than their fare share in “brownnosing” although should anyone out there including the prostitutes my partner-wife and I saw Mr. Debonair JRK and his law partner, former United States Attorney, Mr. Howard Finkelstein Esq. hanging out with as a couple of the most accredited cardiologists in the world looked on, although I could have things in reverse, just a couple of years back in a downtown San Diego pool room, I am all ears, and if need be I can describe these nurse-looking women of the night rather well, my memory most would agree possibly better than average, agree?

 

Well, let me get back just quickly to the PBS TV show trying to draw a connection between what took place during the Vietnam War and the apathy of Americans today who thanks to the Imperial presidency of the Clinton Administration have exactly what to sell today other than our art even public television needing to sell advertising in order to compete against Network monopolies thanks to the incredibly terrific job being executed by my other communist pal Valerie Schulte Esq. today an immeasurably senile attorney at the National Association of Broadcasters [BAN] who seems to be out of the office a lot, doing exactly what?

 

Never must we forget the connection between those in the United States Congress supported by the pimps of prostitutes such as Professor Aaron Brown of the Godly Yeshiva University in New York City most of whom are attorneys opposed to Tort [legal] Reform that would hold the most rapacious of the pimps, i.e. Melvyn Weiss Esq in as permanent a check as possible until such time as this despicable character gets our Almighty not necessarily loving all yet very SMART G-D to respond to the fast balls thrown at

 

Or

 

Near head by the likes of MWBHL [Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach], quite something how I have managed to get the likes of Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown to shut their traps with just the simple question, “Do you believe in G-D?”

 

Poor poor Valerie Schulte Esq. a so-called practicing Roman Catholic very possibly thinking of changing places with Laurie Absolution Black who considers herself very Jewish but whose actions are as fork-tongued as Melvyn “Mweissman” Weiss Esq?

 

Just like his Mr. Debonair JRK, Melvyn Weiss Esq. knows that should I be allowed to present the evidence of wrongdoing that I have painstakingly been collecting these past 4 odd years not only does Mr. Weiss Esq. and his west coast co-chairman Bill Lerach Esq., Bill and Melvyn currently in a gut wrenching divorce proceeding face the real possibility of spending the remainder of their natural life in prison such airing of facts known only to a very small handful of insiders, will also inevitably result in our great President George W. Bush being left with no choice but to suspend trading of the stock markets thus freeing up capital for entrepreneurs like never before in the history of mankind, agree?

 

I am not sure, however, that Valerie Schulte Esq. can count on her 15 year illicit affair with Ted Turner to bail her out of this jam this time around not that I believe that peanut butter wouldn’t work as well as vicks to remove ticks, just checking to see whether u r paying attention, at the same time I am not quite certain that Ted helped as much as me in making sure that Valerie didn’t get her one-of-a-kind abode in Georgetown which houses sellouts from the 60s who never quite recovered from getting it all wrong in the first place, from foreclosure, us centered Americans about to pay the very very high price for their hero Bill “Wallpaper Kitchen” Clinton being so distracted as our Chinese trading partners who only sleep when having sex, hi King Golden Jr. Esq, hi Autoerotica buddy Mark made their inroads, their trains will come later, agree?

 

Shame, shame on those disgusting characters out there who minimize the pitiful antics of President Clinton by suggesting “It was just about sex” as our youth who are all our futures begin to wake up to the fact that thanks to 8 years of Imperial Clinton rule there is nothing left for us to sell other than sex, not to forget if it is okay for the President of the so-called “Free World” to “lie under oath” why not the rest of us, agree?

 

From what I can tell other than weapons of war which can only go so far these days we have nothing to sell other than our State Parks, agree?

 

And then there is the question of water which brings us back to what exactly our other communist pal Laurie Absolution Black was doing as a “Sitting [member] on the [California] Regional Water Quality Control Board” while  4 minutes later on Wednesday, April 09, 2003 bellowing out after seeing more explosive material on the Hot Water Wars directed towards Professor Bernie Black a Lilly White Wheaty Eating colleague of Professor Grundfest at Stanford University, 

 

I just do not understand where you want to go with all of this...”.

 

My G-D, thank G-D for all these nincompoops, how boring would life be otherwise?

 

Just remember, Chris, one nuclear bomb

 

Or

 

A concentrated biological bomb full of say Aspartame could pretty much ruin the best thought through Defense-Offense business plan, my just checking to see whether folks from the United States Food and Drug Administration copied on this missive are paying attention to those “too” [sic] hyperlinks, agree?

 

Make no mistake I am “at war” and very much at peace with myself and were it not for a personal commitment I made to a very close friend of mine about matters that talk in no uncertain terms to the incredibly high stakes poker game going on at the highest levels of governments around the world, there being no secret that governments everywhere are in the process of “privatization”, I would unleash at this time nothing short of a hurricane, bearing in mind that along with such “privy” stuff is the assumption that the citizens of those countries on a privatization binge would be the ones who stand to benefit from what is most often a “fire sale” of assets, such bargain basement pricing ultimately affecting everyone, then again we should all consider ourselves citizens of one world, agree?

 

Now should you have an interest in knowing more about “brownfields” don’t hesitate to ask, my plan upon returning to England in a month from now along with trashing anyone stupid enough to continue listening to Cat Steven’s “U will see how hard it is to get by in this world just upon a smile... take good care... the first cut is the deepest” [sic], to also deposit some good information on the cleanup of polluted lands with trusted fellows.

 

And should anything take root naturally I would expect to be compensated accordingly, my having learned a while back how to get people to respond positively after helping them out “in a squeeze” in many ways similar to a “Dutch Sandwich” never to let them feel you “own” them which only leads to resentment, my preferring in most instances to do deals on a “handshake” leaving it up to the other party to do the “right thing” simply putting the fear of G-D in to them, then again if one doesn’t believe in G-D I am as good a person to take advantage of than say your local mafia Capo Di Capi, bearing in mind I only wish my enemies well.

 

You would agree that putting things down on paper as in “black and white” only leads to the lawyers being allowed to “muck things up”?

 

So sad when you think that the purpose of having lawyers around was to help those, mostly the illiterate, get their fair slice of justice, so many lawyers today while hating what they do somehow instead of helping the likes of poor, poor Gary, find the time to play round after round of golf, although that is one sport Mr. Debonair JRK does not partake in for he is one of a handful of attorneys who makes very serious monies, at least, up until now, agree?

 

My plan, with help from an Almighty Loving-Liking and very Smart G-D is to see Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey R. Krinsk in the poor house unless they and their disgusting but ever dwindling entourage get with the program, acknowledge their sinful ways, pay meaningful restitution, begin eating bowls of rice and then bow down to the masses of Lilly White Wheaty Eating Americans who are about to see their grain heading east big time, nothing like being in the same boat as a hungry tiger my partner-wife telling me about this book titled Pi that makes a movie like Goodwill Hunting seem like a day in the Water Park, so hooked on entitlement programs are we

 

Or

 

Face an onslaught from the likes of me from now until eternity, our maker not necessarily willing to set aside any time to hear their pitiful excuses!

 

By this time your time tomorrow you should be welcoming a missive I plan to send to a close family friend, Deborah “Aggressive” Sturman who may very well be able to assist me in locating my poor poor Mini Cooper S that was towed away back on the 19th no one from the Bavarian Motor Works [BMW] here in North America has bothered to let me know what I should do next, other than a couple of folks have suggested I contact my neighbor Patty Pratt who has this new retro Mercedes Benz SUV and see whether she might be able to direct me to someone on the Oprah Winfrey Show who could empathize with my plight, what do u think?

 

Hi Patty!

 

Quite a wonderful experience Marie had the other evening while I was out and about with the dogs computing the energy of one of the longest waves I have seen that peaked right at 27th street where a whole bunch of us Lilly White Wheaty Eating folks are so fortunate to live, the young guys living right next to famous Steve and Patty Pratt coming over a couple of weeks ago to let Marie know that they were going to be having a party that evening no doubt checking to see if I was still part of the cor while throwing in that after barbequing outside they would be going inside no later than 10 o’clock.

 

So incredibly considerate these youngsters who arrived quite late at our last party just as group 2 were leaving not quite able to enjoy the amazing food and drink that was served but being very much into the spirit of having good, clean fun, my thinking of setting up Royal Blue with our sports-marketing friend Terry, D what do u think?

 

Our beach house is quite a billboard for showing great art to mention very little about this idea of my partner-wife that should make her good “rich chick” friend Darlene K possibly a billionaire then again when you are probably just a centi-millionaire making it in the big leagues may seem all butt impossible, my figuring at this point the odds of Darlene let alone Marie getting this far down in the email “slim and none” and besides my partner-wife only reads emails sent from her former husband’s email address last one back on March 19th 2003 which resulted in this response, Marie never hearing again in writing from either Dr. HIM

 

Or

 

Mrs. Francis, no surprise, although quite something wouldn’t you agree that it takes Dr. HIM’s on-off again girlfriend to inform us that Mr. George Money Talks Hurst Esq. is no longer Dr. HIM’s attorney, “... so these emails to him are fruitless”, Marie’s comeback, “...I think George Hurst Esq. can speak for himself otherwise let my E-mails be fruitless...” classic Shakespeare although it is possible that Marie knows less about Shakespeare than an illiterate such as me, wouldn’t you agree “Graham Crook” [sic]?

 

Could it be that the Feds have arrested Dr. Him’s attorney commonly known as Money Talks and thrown the key away, not even thinking of reading him his “Reminder Rights” [sic] given the distinct possibility that he was complicit along with Dr. HIM in abusing at least 2 law enforcement departments, the black members of such organizations perhaps feeling even more sensitive than their Lily White Wheaty eating counterparts, again you might need to have more familiarity with the “fun and games” played by educated Lilly White Wheaty Eating elitists in places like Del Mar, California, my still waiting to hear about this neighbor doctor of Dr. HIM’s who the folks from the NBC Network wished, according to Dr. HIM’s next door neighbor, to interview this other possible Godly doctor who may have “abused his patients”, nothing quite like the hell of a prostitute brought to bear on those that hath got more than he-she bargained 4, wouldn’t you agree?

 

The billboards I have been referring to in this missive as well as are quite different to the garage wall of our Bed and Breakfast Café in Minehead which has not missed the attention of our neighbor a local retired bank manager, currently a decent sized billboard not quite, however, the size of the billboard on the way over to the Viejas Casino just east of San Diego, California that at one time showed an elderly nun-looking woman suggesting that lining the pockets of Indian Tribal Chiefs who can be counted on by the likes of Dan Weinstein co-managing director of the Wetherly Capital Group [WCG] to corrupt our political system is simply good, clean fun, fun, fun, that billboard along with the massive white cross in the background no longer lining Interstate 8 which also leads to our rock cabin, the same with that joker Jackson Brown the boyish looking 1960s singer that the likes of Jerry Rubin not to be confused with sellout Jeff Rabin of the Los Angeles Times may very well have spat at just like Mr. Rubin supposedly did with singer Pete Townsend before Mr. Townsend threw Jerry Rubin off the stage at Woodstock, my quite eager to speak with deceased Jerry Rubin’s attorney the famous Leonard Weinglass, you wouldn’t happen to have Leonard’s email address, his brother Steve Weinglass having also gone awfully quiet as of late which is not to suggest that Steve’s girlfriend the heirless to the founder of I believe of Universal Pictures could develop a crush on partner-wife Marie?

 

So what do make of someone such as Mrs. Debonair JRK who has sum 172 odd pairs of shoes and feels the need to buy alligator shoes priced at $3,200? Moreover, what do you make of her husband feeling the need to inform me of such out of control sexual urges although the word may be indulgences?

 

And by the way, when referring in my last communiqué to my “Liquidated Net Worth” I didn’t take into account any monies due to me by those such as the WCG in addition to my 10% stipend from Mr. Dan Weinstein’s co-managing director Ms. Vicky Sticky Schiff on all monies she earns from back in the fall of 2001 until this “powerhouse” executive hangs up her gloves

 

Or

 

Mr. Newell Starks, the current chairman of the board of the Sterling Holding Company one of Citigroup’s holding company’s, hi Mr. David “Benz” [sic],

 

Or

 

Any monies that would result from my involvement in SCAL [Shareholder Class Action Lawsuit] against Citigroup that I can assure you no later than when it gets to trial, such “discovery” being made available to the masses with each tick of the clock so as to prevent the likes of Mr. Debonair JRK and his handlers Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach from doing an “inside deal”, such a settlement unlikely to find its way through the court system to mention little of the shareholders getting much to write home about, such monies extracted from the insurance carriers who would use their offshore banking facilities if they weren’t so depleted to keep such matters ever so quiet, this unholy alliance between the Shareholder Class Action Litigators and insurance carriers now for the very first time beginning to be made public, no doubt the FBI taking very good notes at this time, the same with you my friend Mr. Matthew Margo an attorney for CBS 60 Minutes, Hi, Morley, hi Mike and the rest of you gentile clowns!

 

And of course Chris I know about this “pride thing” that filing lawsuits much like taking to the streets with baseball clubs serves only the masters the poem, The loneliness of the long distance runner

Or

The oarsman who picks up the pace, which I wrote back in October 1987 is one perhaps that Mrs. Francis, the principal of the tax payer financed Del Mar Hills Elementary School will let me read at the next poetry reading assuming of course she still has her job, hi Mr. McDermott, amazing how much trouble just a measly $557 tax deductible contribution can cause, the WAMU-SHAMU-SHAME folks now thinking about that $2,700 legal bill from Mr. “Luftwaffe” [sic] Esq, agree?

 

I actually once held down a full-time job at IMS for a total of 60 months although when it came time for the founder of the company, George Nordhaus, to compensate me for my efforts in helping him find the “promised land” George felt that I had simply been “cruising” as in “you snooze you lose” and of course I actually felt he was being rather generous in his use of words given the fact that I spent most nights thinking about all sorts of things from “snakes and ladders” to surfing the beaches of Hawaii and then resting up most of the day in the rather comfortable couch in my rather large office not to forget however that Big Nose, George though most certainly didn’t have as disproportionately big nose as me, was able to afford a flat in London at as good if not better address than my folks’ bachelor pad in South Kensington, a “hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from the Royal Albert Hall, that last hyperlink taking you to a series of photos of my partner-wife just before we attended a Romeo and Juliet play in this unconditioned rather elaborate setting, the stuffiness of being in the nose bleed seats causing us to make a hasty sprint to the exit signs soon after the ballet began leading eventually with great help coming from my mother’s Charm School teachings to Marie and me being seated in the private box that had been reserved for members of the Royal Family who failed to show up.

 

My exceedingly happy once again today where east meets west empowered by the response as well as lack of response from a number of quarters, the deafening silences as meaningful in going after the rogue of rogues, my thinking at this time of an email I received from my good friend Derrick Beare a year ago yesterday, Derrick living 9 miles from the center of London at Folly Farm, seeking some of the “foot cream” his rather brief missive on April 27th 2003 coming in response to the final comments in my missive the day before to Raye Anne Marks an incredibly talented artist-painter who has been fine tuning her skills and knowledge under the watchful eye of Sebastian Capella just shy of 2 decades, which now has me springing to the spring party Marie who is now in her 5th year with Mr. Capella had a week ago today that began at noon and ended well after midnight when Marie and I decided the dogs needed a break and so we went for a leisurely walk on the beach, there being only so many things I can do at any one time and remember I am limited in many ways by a number of things beyond that spelled out in all my missives, leaving it up to Mr. GS to “earn his keep” which is not to suggest that GS is not altogether bought and paid for by his current wife, I suspect he like me married a “rich chick” who knows how to bring out the best in us so pitiful Jewish males.

 

Again, one of the things I like about Derrick is that he doesn’t make a big deal about my weight & height and despite me now weighing 140 pounds and with my hair standing on end reaching as high as 5’8” he never takes pride in poking fun at my shortcomings, perhaps because he is noticing that as he gets balder my hair seems to be growing like never before and please believe me it is nothing more than the lotion I use to massage Marie’s feet every night.

 

Now what Marie does during the night with my SCALp while I fly high exploring new universes is between “her & eye” [sic].

 

Not to forget that I am by most accounts of the male gender, being ambidextrous compensates very little when up against someone like Marie Dion who has mastered multi-tasking on a par with Derrick Beare and you would just need to watch him prepare a 5 star 5 course meal while engaging in rather sophisticated high-end financial talk which even if I could understand I wouldn’t discuss for fear of Derrick sending a member of Britain’s SAS to beat the crap out of me leaving no trace of the violent act, the vast majority of folks simply concluding that Merrick Wolman, the nephew of Sol “Gambling Czar” Kerzner is so pissed off with me for revealing his participating in the stealing of exam papers when a student at Natal University, Durban, South Africa which apparently is more embarrassing to Merrick and others including David Levy the president of an Orthodox Jewish synagogue in La Jolla, California, the next town south of Del Mar where I spend a fair amount of time these days, than these co-conspirators of Jeffrey Malatskey addressing the root cause of their wrongful acts namely their parents having “turned a blind eye” time and again to the Jewish Capos that were tolerated by the community at large, and as you may have figured out from seeing movies such as The Pianist the Capos kept the rest of the Jewish people, Gypsies, etcetera etcetera in single file although if they were not moving fast enough due to stuff like malnutrition then there were always the Alsatian dogs to speed things up, so important to keep the trains running on time, agree?

 

So forgetful are us human beings best illustrated a couple of weeks back when my Marie’s former husband walked up to her Nissan Pathfinder, a “SUB” [sic] pleading, “Don’t panic!” followed immediately with, “I don’t see why we cannot talk”, hi Fred Deluca!

 

It is truly, however, a wonderful thing to be in a position where one does not need an entourage to lend their support to what you know is a just cause which is not to suggest that no one other than Raye Anne Marks and Caroline showed up at this Spring Bon Voyage Party which like the prior party held last November was a spectacular success even if the FBI who are copied on this missive chose not to attend, I was simply preoccupied to meet all the guests who numbered about 50.

 

More than a handful of folks I can assure you paying very careful attention to what I have to say these days and while throwing out what may appear to mindless material I am most mindful of the “command and control” position I have in articulating the incredible rot at the highest levels of the political and business world while beckoning folks given my possibly “above average” command of mathematics and science having been allowed to fly “free and high” from the youngest of age to beat the crap out of any fricken intellectual who like Dr. HIM consider themselves to be oh so Godly, having been ever so careful before investing emotionally in people mitigating the exposure of my all important conscience.

 

I don’t suffer, it seems, from the same level of forgetfulness as many people I have met over the years, by going “Back anD forth” never allowing anyone to “run circles around me” seeing barriers as nothing more than opportunity to have fun fun fun while constantly aware of the need to “add value” aided today by the Digital Age, A G-D-SEND, I am now able to hold the rapacious “in check”, those like Dr. HIM who will remain in denial from now until eternity

 

Or

 

Until they pay the high price of their despicable acts.

 

No doubt this life is no dress rehearsal, this is the real thing, what goes around comes around, life as we know exists in no other place in this universe other than within SpaceShip earth, remember we have yet to find any life form i.e. that containing ATP elsewhere in the universe and the universe from our perspective is increasing at an accelerating rate, i.e. we are moving away from other celestial bodies at quite an amazing rate, us being able to see using the most advanced telescopes to within a few hundred thousand years of the latest Big Bang which means that unless there is another Act of G-D that has us spiraling towards that part of the universe that is decelerating at an equal rate, remember again for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, nothing is gained

 

NOr

 

Is it lost when and only when dealing with a non-vacuum environment such as SpaceShip earth, in Deep Space, however, which is getting darker with each passing moment both matter and anti-matter canceling out to zero there being in other words no where for any of us to hide, that which goes around comes around, and few would argue the ants seem all set to take over, most human beings on this planet simply taking up space so fricken brain dead they mouth the words of people like Cat Steven and his “YOU WILL SEE HOW HARD IT IS TO GET BY IN THIS WORLD JUST UPON A SMILE”.

 

Those words so incredibly sexist yet apparently so heartwarming to many, both men and women, again so difficult these days to tell the genders apart, yet to those like Dr. HIM who in his attempt to sock it to my incredible partner-wife when Marie Dion told him he could keep his pigsty Big House there was no mistaking the vileness of what Dr. HIM meant in repeating verbatim the words of Cat Stevens.

 

His subsequent actions both on September 8th when he tried baiting me into to a fist fight and when that didn’t work taking our JoNathan who was 10 years old at the time in tow 3 days later down to the Criminal Court House in downtown San Diego, September 11th 2002, a day none of us should ever forget, when Dr. HIM then filed a materially false and grossly misleading complaint signed “under penalty of perjury” all geared toward knocking the lights out of both me and the incredible mother of the 2 biological children we know of where he did in fact provide the sperm, his disgusting blueprint today there for the world to see.

 

Nothing though as powerful, however, to Marie and me and the 2 friends of ours who showed up in court some 6 weeks later back on October 24th 2002 to not only lend support but to share in the joy of Marie and I having beaten incredible odds that most educated people we know well believed to be insurmountable, that had Judge Hendrix believed for one single moment the allegations so carefully concocted by Dr. HIM and his entourage then both my as well as Marie’s life would have very likely have come to an abrupt end, not for one minute can we afford to dwell on such matters while never forgetting the name King Golden Jr. Esq., Ms. Kathryn Murry, and “Ms. Dawn Castlemean” [sic] never, never will my partner-wife forget soon after Dr. HIM filed his complaint that could have only come out of the mind of a seriously demented individual telling her,

 

You might not lose the children.

 

We are born with our names and die with our reputations, not to forget that Judge Hendrix by all appearances, a Lilly White Wheaty Eating male of about the same age as Dr. HIM having a whole lot more in common with this disgusting charachter, certainly superficially speaking, than he had with either Marie Dion and me but for some reason this Godly inspired judge was able to see through all the bullshit.

 

In a nutshell, you now have as much information on me than perhaps you have on any of your other clients who you have no doubt done an excellent job in securing the best possible funding available under the sun, this last hyperlink taking you to an E-mail I sent Derrick Beare back on April 27th.

 

Good Day,

 

Gary S. Gevisser

 

 

Ps – I will check this email another time, don’t hesitate tho to let me know how if you were to pick 10 people randomly on your email list what edits I could make to ensure each and every one of them understand perfectly well, at least my main agenda

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From:
Chris Arnold [mailto:chris@arnold-cf.co.uk]
Sent:
Tuesday, April 27, 2004 9:59 AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE: Seacrest=Ccrest

 

Gary

 

On the online form once you have completed a page never try to go back to the previous page otherwise it does have a habit of crashing.

 

Keep going forward and you should be ok

 

I have just tried it myself and it is working fine.

 

Regards

 

Chris

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From: gsg@sellnext.com
Sent: 27/04/2004
16:07
To:
Chris Arnold
Cc:
Vikki Marlow
Subject: Seacrest=Ccrest

Chris...