From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, May 25, 2003 3:23 PM
To: Neil and David, Managers of the Seacrest=Ccrest, located in the southwest of England in Somerset close to “Devin” [sic].

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

 

Subject… The Meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth

 

 

Gentleman, I have just 15 minutes to respond to your nonsense below. I just completed an E-mail to one of my programmers to see if he could work out a problem some folks seem to be having with my hyperlinks.

 

If you expect me to let you go in “peace and quiet” having enjoyed the quiet comforts of my rather special spot in the English countryside think at least twice.

 

Ccrest is quite a location even if it were to burn down, attractive no doubt to a handful of underprivileged and well as well-to-do folks like my mother & stepfather, commonly known amongst their detractors as well as supporters as the “mad hatters” even if it meant them having to import a servant or “tTOo” [sic] from say South Africa to do “sum” [sic] of their dirty work, although to comply with the immigration laws they could have told the authorities, “Mavis is saint.”

 

Their last maid happened to be a religious Christian and was quite warmly accepted by the clergy in Wivesliscombe no doubt enjoying the music coming from the organ as much as I did a week before Christmas 2001 just before I set out on my trek to Minehead.

 

Make no mistake though I expect you to leave with my solicitors not only the keys “butt” [sic] at a minimum all the monies due to me based on your last communication of Sunday May 18th,

 

We are both happy to except your conditions as stated in your e-mail…” [sic].

 

So what am I to make of the fact that you provided me with no notice to prepare an alternative course of action during what should have been a rather busy weekend perhaps even flying in from South Africa Ivor Kissen who could also be dead although I suspect there are other equally as capable caterers within the British Isles?

 

As much as I detest those who derive great satisfaction in exceeding the limits of their small authority, i.e. evil doesn’t come in the form of a pointed tail or pitched fork, I detest even more those who bear “false witness” who poison the well; “wether” [sic] it be a business partner, employee, or worse yet family member.

 

No doubt there will be a need for “damage control” but once the truth gets out I have no doubt that what will come around are not only a whole lot more patrons, as in what goes around comes around, at times with a vengeance, i.e. boomerang, nothing though like a “kick in the butt” for those who make out that they are a bunch of softies but back at the ranch are cooking up quite a storm, corporal punishment for white collar criminals, no doubt the two of you could be counted on to support a corporate penal code that begins to keep man’s testosterone in check?

 

In the end it will mean more money in my pockets as well as those of my heirs to help others a whole lot more appreciative than the likes of you and the former manager, Mr. Knight, commonly known by those on my email list as Mr. “SunDnaMoon” [sic] who may also think he can shine me on perhaps even getting some joy out mooning me as he checks out his “beehind” [sic] in the mirror, no doubt kissing his mouth in the process, mad cow disease finally finding its way into the America’s. I am assuming you haven’t been “in touch” with Mr. Knight?

 

I will be okay with the prospects of possibly having to go through another 100 or so managers or tTOo wives before I eventually find the one who recognizes what an incredible opportunity I am giving him-her, all that is needed is to be honest with me, not to duck & dive, to tell it the way it is, wouldn’t you agree?

 

By the way both Marie + I remain very much “in love” and got one “big kic” [sic] out of that “end” hyperlink commonly known as the “Colon-rectal-surgean” [sic].

 

Shame on you that I had to rely on good neighbors to share with the previous owner your secretive exit.

 

Should I assume you kept good books or will I need to send in some “audirtors” [sic] from say a former penal colony like Australia who may actually prefer a “safe harbor” like Santa Monica although the California coastline is disintegrating faster than what the experts originally suspected.

 

Assuming this one house on the cutting edge of the Del Mar cliffs that will provide Marie’s two kids with all their necessary space remains on the market, once I return from New York after meeting with a number of publishers my plan is to pay the asking price of $7.5 million all in cash, which means that my editors will have their work cut out for them over the next few days and of course I will have to cut them on all of my takings.

 

Now of course if the seller chooses to give me a bit of a break for all the reasons I have yet to dream up then I will gladly accept paying him-her less. I have yet to see the inside of the house much like I never saw the inside of Seacrest before I purchased it from the Costers on nothing more than a handshake. I am assuming you left behind the “milkshake” art piece?

 

If necessary the auditors may need a helping hand from say the Inland Revenue, wouldn’t you agree? Accountants are going to be in an even more desperate plight once President Bush does the SMART thing and suspends trading of public corporations. It may take though my having to first spill the beans on the rigging of the California Gubernatorial elections that were held last November 8th which came on the 30th anniversary of a bunch of highly elevated testosterone clad 15-year-olds going to a

 

water-fall on the Golan [Israel]. We then went to Kibbutz Dan where we went through a lake forest. We then went to “@#$%^^&^” which is one of the rivers which leads into the river Jordan. We then went all the way to Mt. Herman & we were allowed to got to the top of Mt. Herman. We went up by chair-lift which was fantastic. We then returned home and had supper. Then we were messing around and Ray had a bit of a battle with Robert, Robert ended up with a bloody nose. There was blood all over, we then went into Kiriat Shmona and had ice coffee. I didn’t sleep on my bunk because water was spilt on it” [sic].

 

I don’t know what the statute of limitations is in the UK for filing a complaint-s that could cover damage to the reputation of Seacrest due to your sudden absence to mention little of the utter garbage,

 

“…we do feel that you contradicted us on a lot of things… and some of your expected plans were not viable…”

 

which demonstrates, in my opinion, more than simply differences of opinion; rather proof positive that your formal education, at a minimum, interfered with your learning to mention little of you failing to get back to me on the matters pertaining to the “property & casualty” insurance.

 

In other words, should someone decide to light a match where you are currently taking a crap and there is not “proper & adequate” coverage in place over at Seacrest then to put it bluntly “your asses will be mine” to mention little of your “apoligise” is anything but heartfelt and perhaps when you typed in the word “coursed” you were actually thinking of “curse.”

 

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on one’s point of view I am not superstitious.

 

And by the way in the recently renovated main Catholic Cathedral in the heart of Cuzco, Peru, that was built right “smack bang” on top of an Inka monument there is an old painting of a guy farting, i.e. if it is okay in this day and age to have someone farting as Jesus Christ looks on what jury member do you think anywhere in the America’s to mention little of our colonial ancestors, is going to get a “hard-on” from anything I have to say, wouldn’t you agree?

 

Over the course of the next 72 hours I will be sending out a series of emails which you may find interesting including one to a former mayor of Hollywood as well Diana Henriques of the New York Times and of course you should let me know if you would like to be added to my delete list.

 

Getting this email out to you cost me more than a penny or two for I missed my Sunday “touch rugby” thinking about how best to respond to your diatribe and of course you recognize the difference between “touch rugby” and fiddling altar boys, a practice that youngsters have been experiencing for some 1,000 odd years while the media failed to hunt, wouldn’t you agree?

 

“Witch” [sic] reminds of two things, one being a decision the FCC [Federal Communications Commission] here in the United States are scheduled to make in the next few days that looks very much like it is going to serve the agenda of the folks like the National Association of Broadcasters aka “Ban” [sic] which incidentally is “under the control” of the major TV Networks hell bent on limiting competition, i.e. restricting the flow of airwaves into United States Citizen’s living rooms, over my dead body.

 

And of course no one including my good PAL Jeffrey Krinsk would be surprised that neither CBS, ABC nor NBC have been covering this rather insidious scandal, i.e. proof positive the folks on the far left remain in bed with those on the far right.

 

Second, I still need to get around to painting another Avenger Golf Club, this time I will add the color stripe blue, although this may end up making the golf club look awfully French. I was thinking of using possibly a 3 iron assuming Roger Hedgecock doesn’t return my Pitching Wedge that I have been without for more than a year.

 

Unless my wife decides to buy herself a jet I don’t know of any other way to bring Pypeetoe into England without him being placed in the “hol-d” [sic] of the aircraft and of course I won’t get into that “colo-rectal-surgean piece” as I suspect more than a handful of folks are now starting like me to get sick of it.

 

Please though feel free to continue listening to Symbolistic White Walls and if for any reason, perhaps because I haven’t paid license fee to the band MGB, you have trouble listening to it on my website at least read the words before you go to sleep each and every night for the rest of your lives.

 

Finally, perhaps even later today I will be communicating with Margaret who used to supply the former owners with pastries and who was at one time very keen to run the café. Hopefully for all our sakes she remains not only in good health but eager to show you lightweights how to get the show on the road.

 

Just in case you are unable to click on to the hyperlinks below are the exact words,

 

Symbolist White Walls[1][1]

 

I’m tired of blood and over priced bubble gum, mom

Nobody wake up there’s nothing you could have done wrong

I’m wearing the same grin, I take it all on the chin

I still believe everything that I read

And sometimes it’s hard, sometimes it’s harder

Sometimes it’s on sale, sometimes it never fails

I have a psychic and she says I’m lonely

She says my destiny is turning out all wrong

So now I just sit here

And think of meaningful things to say

 

Symbolistic white walls

Surround me and you

Every single day

I am cheap and see through

 

I’m tired of blood and over priced bubble gum

Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt for very long

I’m wearing the same skin, I take it all on the chin

I still believe everything that I hear

And sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s easier

And sometimes it’s all free

I have a psychic and she says I’m lonely

She says inside of me is turning out all wrong

So now I just sit here

And think of meaningless things to say

 

It’s all right now

Take the world and make it yours again.


 Good day,

 

 

Gary S. Gevisser

 

Ps –  “Good day” is the code name I gave to the Revlon executive who was deposed by a rather “skilled and experienced” attorney-colleague of mine.

 

 


From:
DStl1@aol.com [mailto:DStl1@aol.com]
Sent:
Sunday, May 25, 2003 7:29 AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: Seacrest

 

Hi Gary,

No it is true the cafe is "locked up" and " shut down". After sitting down and reading through your email again about the 6 points that you were putting forward we have decided it is probably better for us to leave now rather than later.

The reason for us doing this is that we do feel that you contradicated us on a lot of things that we trying to do with the business, and some of your expected plans were not visable.

We do apologise if this has coursed you any inconvience but we feel that it was the best plan of action in the circumstances.

Yours

Neil and
David

 

 

 

From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, May 25, 2003 6:33 AM
To: DStl1@aol.com

Subject: “…We are both happy to accept your terms and conditions …---…”

 

 

Hi guys. I received word yesterday that the place looked all “locked up” and “shut down.” Could it be that this neighbor was mistaken, i.e. sleep walking?

 

Gary

 



[1][1] “We should chew on our words, measuring each letter and symbol and 2 only utter a sound if we are willing tTOo put it down on paper and be held accountable, otherweiss

 tTOo toss the thoughts in tTOo the wa.ste-paper basket” [sic]. So what came first, the chicken or the egg, Mass or Energy?

And how does gravity fit in to a unified theory of the workings of the universe, mom?