< From: Gary S

From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Sunday, February 25, 2007 1:48 PM PT
To: Valerie Coster
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Subject: WHAT IS THE END GAME?.. Just cat...

 

Great Day!

 

Not so busy that I can’t find the time to quickly respond.

 

Do you think it important this article Devin Standard sent me earlier detailing the so obvious dangers of listening to anything a medical doctor has to say even without paying attention to the matters I brought to the world’s attention yesterday that may not in fact require knowledge of elementary math?

 

Forgive me for repeating the 27 odd word sentence:

 

Have you researched as thoroughly as me both the correlation between cold sores that affect some 80 percent Americans and dementia as well as obesity and dementia?

 

Do you or do you keep company with anyone who after eating dinner, brushing their teeth, turning off the lights, going to sleep, then wakes up in the middle of the night hungry and then does cereal?

 

Would you think there is a correlation with these sorts of people and those who are “mad at the world” never thinking to examine the growl when looking each morning in the mirror?

 

Would you know of anyone with sensitivity who would also be interested in babysitting Pypeetoe for 3 weeks when Marie and I are in Europe next month?

 

This is a 24/7 workout which would also allow for the individual who can of course bring along their partner to assist others all around the world upload my missives on to Internet message boards and respond to the odd enquiry such as one I got late last night after I had already gone to sleep, asking me whether the photo below is my wife, Marie.

 

They would have “free use” of both the Cliff House and the Stone Home deep in the Cleveland National Forest, bearing in mind that when at the Cliff House in Del Mar you can sit in the “lap of luxury” watching out the two oversized windows JoNathan in his new green wetsuit surfing with his friends directly in front while at the same time checking out the best looking and in shape athletes in all of southern California increasingly choosing, or so it seems, to slow down their jogging when passing directly in front although that may have more to do with the ever narrowing pathway along these very unstable cliffs.

 

BTW, can you imagine what it would have looked like to a California Highway Patrol officer to see one very cool looking mother whose body and face could easily adorn the world’s top fashion runways, driving a Mini Cooper S with 4 surfboards sticking out the sunroof on to the front passenger seat with 3 surfers in the two bucket seats in the back and a fourth in the luggage area?

 

Obviously I would expect the responsible person to be both discrete as well as have an elementary school education and be of old enough age to join the “economic draft”.

 

I might also prepare a booklet like my RM’s, THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING A WOMAN that will cover a variety of important subjects such as how to be successful in recruiting the best sex partner under the guise of watching breathtaking sunsets.

 

How many couples when actually watching a sunset put aside their thoughts of what more it is going to take to get the other person in bed such as how much alcohol, pot and most of all less talk and focus on the supernatural affects taking place beginning with the earth spinning around its axis, the equator at a speed of about 1040 miles/hr; i.e. the Earth's surface moves 40,000 kilometers in 24 hours.

 

Besides for having the equivalent effect of a freezing cold shower on one’s constant sexual thoughts, those of us recognizing ingenious design of the entire cosmos don’t have to bother with constantly reminding ourselves of the question, “How many coincidences does it take before it is no longer a coincidence?” and therefore knowing that there is a Supreme Designer working His-Her magic applying the “forces of G-D-Nature” at every turn, using first and foremost the minds of the mindless who have allowed the space between their ears to serve as a “perfect vacuum” resembling Deep Space from which no sound can be heard, the “light bulb” effect invigorating as you search for the “connecting dots” that has you thinking about the book, 1421 The Year China Discovered America.

 

In a flash you are back thinking about my “discovery” of the 4 digits 1421, the only 4 which when added or multiplied result in the same number 8 which you recall is “lucky” to the Chinese.

 

Just barely, however, still able to keep the thought of a Superior Designer watching each and every move as well as paying attention to each one of us who “turns a blind eye to evil”.

 

You notice you don’t need me to remind you that the mind, the least visible of the body’s muscles, is one of the easiest examples of the Supernatural.

 

Getting your arms around anything if you have a fatso stomach is all but impossible!

 

Of course not everything has to be spelled out unless one is dealing with the insensitive.

 

Have not heard from Jason or Dave Clark in Minehead but it wouldn’t surprise me if they are following what I have been “putting out” as closely as the most senior individuals in the world’s intelligence gathering organizations including the Mossad as well as each and every person on this one email list of mine who has the slightest interest in Wall-47th Street.

 

Were you aware that my dark DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC] family waited until late 1980 after I had recovered from them poisoning my liver, which took approximately 6 months, to let me know that my “services” would no longer be needed at Codiam Inc., headquartered on 47th Street in New York City?

 

Were you aware that this letter written to me on February 24th 1981 by my South African physician, Dr. Michael Moshal MD was totally bogus?

 

Could you imagine anyone, let alone one of the most respected gastroenterologists in the world believing for a moment that the person under his care who he knew how, when, where and why I had got poisoned, no matter even if he had heard it from me, that I was so soon after returning the States, “scrumming with the women rugby players, especially the world champions” when he knew that I wasn’t anywhere close to being able to walk fast?

 

Were you aware that my most trusted very deep underground Jewish Underground 45-year old friend who came from a long line of very competent physicians was dead less than 10 months later after being diagnosed with lung cancer within days of figuring out how very fortunate I was to be alive and “under his care”.

 

Not to mention Michael’s eldest son David who was 15 at the time of his father’s funeral back in October 1981, would end up becoming a physician, specializing in 2 specialties, before deciding to pack it all in to become an Internet entrepreneur.

 

Dr. Michael Moshal’s death had a lot to do with me going “deafeningly silent” for all of 24 years.

 

He knew my step-father Alan Zulman better than he knew my mother Zena Gevisser who not even the top DAAC officials would have wanted to “go to war with”.

 

Not to mention, Dr. Barney Moshal, Michael’s father, was my father’s immediate family’s personal physician who back in 1943 when a member of the medical board responsible for giving those volunteering to become fighter-bomber-pilots a “clean bill of health” knew his conscience would be clear when “signing off” that my father who went on to fulfill 71 odd missions dive-bombing the crap out of the Nazi bastards, suffered from a mild case of asthma, dealt with permanently on the first practice dive run.

 

The DAAC could have got away with murdering Zena, my father, all my siblings, in fact the entire world but my mother would not have tolerated them killing me given all the “pains” she experienced including 8 miscarriages before giving birth to me, her 4th and youngest.

 

My RM has been very much alone ever since the liver poisoning assassination of her father to constantly “cover her tracks” while gently prodding me along to always stay “alert”, doing things like writing little notes on rather important photographs such as this one with the words, Gary “In Training” Jan ‘68 while so “minimizing” her knowledge of my father’s spectacular accomplishments while still in his teens especially when compared to all his cousins and peers from Durban, South Africa who either didn’t volunteer or ended up most of the war in prisoner of war camps.

 

My mother has not, however, always “fired right” despite her awesome intelligence and one-of-a-kind Badash-Ash breeding whose roots reach deep in to the “supernatural”.

 

The instant one fails to question what is the “end game” so one begins to justify the “means” even while able to mouth,

 

The end does not justify the means”.

 

Were you to have been approached, like you see in the movies or read about in fiction as well as non-fiction books, by a member of an intelligence network who in exchange for joining their outfit made up of the smartest and most athletic people in the world without an inkling of fanaticism much like what the Masons used to be all about, all your and your family’s financial needs would be taken care of, able to travel first class, live anywhere in the world without ever being bothered by noisy neighbors with a poorly conditioned barking dog who goes nuts at his own nutcase behavior, attend the opera one night in Venice and by sunset the next day enjoying cocktails in a suite at the Pierre Hotel in New York City before going on to a Broadway Show where you get to enjoy not only the best seats in the house but have a hot date alongside who is only interested in making you the “center of attention”, would you really be bothered to remember asking, “What is the end game?

 

What does it all mean that NOT A SINGLE PERSON OF NOTE wants to touch, THE DIAMOND INVENTION?

 

Why is it that I place such importance on the fact that Hollywood blockbuster author-investigative journalist Edward Jay Epstein never in his 78,000 + word INTERNET ONLY most fascinating book, THE DIAMOND INVENTION even mentions that the American Charles Engelhard died, just alludes to it by simply saying he had “no male heirs”, let alone provides such an important date as March 2nd 1971 when he was buried at St. Mary’s Abby church in Morris Town, New Jersey with Socialist-Democrat Senator Ted Kennedy, former Socialist-Democrat President Lyndon Johnson and Socialist-Democrat Vice President Humphrey in attendance, while at the same time providing so many other so important facts and dates including how CE’s crime partner Anglo Harry Oppenheimer met at the Carlyle Hotel, not the Pierre Hotel, in Manhattan, one of the 5 burrows of New York City, with President elect John F. Kennedy?

 

So what’s with all the “sos” and so what?

 

I have also heard it all before and so can you imagine what it is like for me who didn’t need things to ever be repeated have to hear all these repetitive thoughts before I type them and the fact that I can type fast do you really think that makes a difference in helping me get over how stupid the world is?

 

Of course, for the simple reason I know that God is both smart and extraordinarily vengeful while exceedingly generous towards me and those who stand tall alongside me.

 

Would you think it is important that not only does one of JFK’s mistresses get murdered but James Jesus Angleton, the former head of counter-intelligence for the CIA, is tasked “within minutes of the police alert” with “illegally sanitizing the property, removing marijuana, letters and photographs”?

 

Is it important to you that the primary source of the information contained in the above paragraph came from The Mail, another DAAC controlled media outlet written by well-known investigative journalist-author, Tom Mangold?

 

The fact that you have other things on your mind shouldn’t have you thinking that everyone else who received the last communication I sent out last night to United States Nazi Crimes Prosecutor John Loftus Esq. isn’t if not “shaking in their boots” than paralyzed waiting for the “next shoe to fall”.

 

By now you should have realized that I haven’t paid much if any attention to your mom’s “plight” hoping that you would “pick up” on my so apparent, “lack of sensitivity” to ask “why?

 

If you are not encouraged from the very start to ask questions you end up getting “slaughtered”.

 

The Bible is ingeniously written and I have commented repeatedly about the “coincidence” of one of the first “truthful words” attributed to God, “Hear O Israel….” as being evidence of God’s existence.

 

Yet extraordinarily few people who know that my logic is “well above average” don’t even bother to ask, “Gary, where are you going with all this?

 

And the few that do then quickly disappear in to the “woodwork”!

 

And of course everyone knows exactly where we are going next.

 

Here in southern California the termites are taking over.

 

Death is another ingenious design of a system all geared to have us, “thinking on our feet”.

 

There had to have been “downtime while taking care of your mother but it is unlikely you would have thought to yourself,

 

To hell with all the corrupt priesthood of all the religions, but what if Gary is right about there being a Superior Being? Moreover, what if he can, given how we don’t have to take his word that he is not a dummy, explain in simple English all the over-the-top evidence of the existence of there being a SB along with all the SOBs, how then does that impact what I am doing when not taking care of my mother who is simply dying that much faster than me?

 

You have also heard me say repeatedly that I can in 45 minutes or less teach you how to become financially independent in 60 days or less and yet you who isn’t exactly, “filthy rich” haven’t bothered to enquire precisely how, no different to the overwhelming majority of people on that one list of mine that I keep referring to time and again containing close to 4,000 names, not to mention my growing FOOLS NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES list.

 

I might decide after I have finished lunch and before our late afternoon bicycle ride here at the Stone Home to email once again President George W. Bush.

 

Can you think how I should begin?

 

Please only get back to me once you have read the story of Hannah Senesh [1921-1944] as well as the “Life Story” of my Royal Mater [May 30th 1929 -  ] that she only began “making public” on October 9th 2001, and you will recall how you met later in late December 2001 my mom, my eldest brother, Neil Magic Hands Gevisser and their British aristocratic friend who lives in Dunster, the not quite seaside village right next to the port of Minehead,.

 

Again, I have pointed out a number of interesting things about my RM and her “connections” to Israel at the beginning-end of the Mediterranean Sea, Europe’s toilet, that she first publicly reveals in her “life story”:

 

From the earliest days of 1949 she visited Israel two and three times a year writing reports for different publications. Her paternal grandmother had been an early resident of Tel Aviv only returning to England when Zena was born. The Gevissers (she married Bernie Gevisser when she was 19 after only a few months in Durban) owned land in Haifa harbour and Zichron Yscov and she rapidly felt at home in Israel.

 

Reporting on the many wars when Israel was attacked she was the first civilian in the captured area of the Sinai and in later years at her own expense twinned Durban with Eilat. In 1978 she left Durban eventually making her home in Netanya [Israel] and England.

 

Earlier in my RM’s rather easy to read, flowing “memoirs” she goes back a little in time:

 

The war was over and her dreams of being a foreign correspondent and dropping behind enemy lines in Europe came to an abrupt end. Life was a ball. Dancing Partying – Summer days at the poolside – Attending live theatre at least once a week and much more.

 

Suddenly in 1947 it came, abruptly, to an end. Her father had decided to emigrate to South Africa!!!

 

Not quite, however, the “Queen’s English” especially when you consider how very literate is my RM.

 

You cannot, however, not notice twice usage of the word “abrupt”, while always letting me know that you “emigrate from” and “immigrate to”?

 

Anyone having divorced parents when a youngster can relate to my RM not knowing whether she was “coming or going”!

 

Her parents, however, never divorced and were, as best I recall, extraordinarily happily married.

 

You also know that my mother was raised by her paternal grandmother who was orphaned as a young girl of about 8 years when she witnessed her ENTIRE immediate family being “wiped out” when a marauding gang of Cossacks on a horseback “joyride” decided to enjoy themselves by slaughtering as many Jewish people that they could get their hands on.

 

You would also know that my maternal great grandmother Nechie Badash came from the village of Plonsk, the same tiny village as David Ben Gurion who later became the first prime minister of Israel, deciding in December 1949 to have the Mossad, Israel super-secret intelligence institute with the most awesome assassinations unit report directly to him.

 

Neither Nechie Badash nor DBG needed to attend the University of Natal, Durban, South Africa and have a dumb ass Professor of Economics, mostly focused on keeping their seat warm when not brownnosing to get tenure, explain to them the highly lucrative and insidious business of “money creation”.

 

Let me know if you had difficulty making the “leap” from this paragraph to the one below, you know of course to read my missives first from the bottom up!

 

Israel today has a putz Prime Minister as well as Minister of Defense who nods approvingly when looking through binoculars with caps covering the lenses as an army general points to objects in the distance.

 

Every country in the world apart from China has, in my humble but seasoned opinion, a putz as their Minister of Defense as well as Prime Minister/President, the one exception is President George W. Bush and his former Defense Minister whose name I now forget.

 

Rummaging through the trash of the Soviet central bank author Jean Montaldo, dressed as a bum, came across documents that talked to the Soviets knowing that the price of gold would dramatically rise twice during the latter part of 1979; and when seeing the first rise, Montaldo decided to purchase gold for his own account, when in less than 4 weeks, beginning in late December 1979 and ending on January 21st, 1980, two days before President Carter’s last State of the Union Address, gold doubled, reaching an all time high of $850 a troy ounce when the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel began crashing the gold market knowing that they would be granted a “new lease on life” to continue using their counterfeit Diamond Currency to expand their wealth with the incoming U.S. Administration, under the command and control of DAAC stooge banker David Rockefeller.

 

You will notice some slight changes in the text from what I first sent to Amy of the Pearl Center in Beijing yesterday before following up with this putz Nazi Prosecutor for the United States Justice Department who you may have noticed “softened his tone” when asking me for the 3rd time to remove his name from my email list which I continue to ignore.

 

Do you understand apart from “The Hand of God” possibly “playing a rolewhy it is that I am alive today?

 

Do you understand why it is that I have absolutely no fear of death but will fight to the death my right to expose each and everyone including immediate family members who ignore exactly what it means to have ignored the mafia of mafia price fixing its worthless-fictitious currency at more than a barrel of oil.

 

Do you understand why it is not exactly a joke when you hear Prosecutors of the United States Department of Justice and the Attorney General of New York State, Elliot Spitzer Esq., now Governor of New York State making a big deal about how a criminal enterprise such as Microsoft or the megalopoly of AIG-Marsh & McLennan-ACE LTD violate what we ALL know are the “sacrosanct” Anti-Price Fixing/Anti-Trust laws that allow ALL the markets to “operate freely” by engaging in business practices that prevent “competition”, inevitably leading, if these violators are not stopped, to them being able because they “control” their particular market to then be in “command and control” of EACH AND EVERY MARKET IN THE WORLD.

 

Let me spell this out in a way that the most poorly conditioned western world educated individual with no more than an elementary school education and at least 14 years of age with cold sores and as fat a house can understand perfectly well.

 

Assume your market was limited to the engineering, manufacturing and distribution of testicles attached to penises to be used principally, but not exclusively, by housewives whose husbands have this nasty habit after guzzling down a gourmet dinner later waking up in the middle of the night to eat cereal while their mouth waters for a mercury saturated tuna sandwich.

 

If the Attorney General of the United States, tasked principally with executing our sacrosanct Anti-Trust laws didn’t stop you from forcing out competitors by “colluding”, i.e. entering in to a secret deal with your competitors were you not able to kill them either literally or figuratively by pricing your product so low that they wouldn’t be able to get “out of the starting gates”, you would then be able to declare to the world that you had just invented a perpetual money making machine, the first of its kind, apart from what the DAAC has now had for more than a century.

 

Now of course you would only have this enormous “Money Power” so long as spouses-partners had this very annoying habit and their spouses-partners didn’t simply choose to “separate” rather than feel the need to purchase your one-of-a-kind piece of equipment.

 

Do you better understand why Almighty Prosecutor John Loftus Esq. has not only “softened his tone” but has yet, at least to the best of my knowledge, managed to get his thugs at the United States Department of Justice to convene a Grand Jury knowing that it might not be all that smart to pull together a team of assassins.

 

When you are next in Somerset why not stop by and say hello to my RM; Wiveliscombe you know is no more than an hour drive from the port of Minehead.

 

Time to fly.

 

Love,

 

Gary

 

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From: Valerie Coster
Sent: Sunday, February 25, 2007 2:27 AM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Just
catching up

 

Hi Gary

Havnt been in touch for while, my mom has been prettyrough, on chemo pills &caught flu so was pretty sick & in bed, Ive been 'nursing' better now tho shes still bit weak.

 

Anyway was wondering if Jason replied to your mail & if he found anything out for you? I did speak to him couple days ago & forgot to ask, he is leaving capetown on wed I think to go stay at his dads in port Elizabeth before coming back probally beginning of april.

 

Havnt heard much from minehead hope all going well there.

 

I hope I will now be in france from 24th march to 3rd april, how are your plans for your trip going, do you think you might fit in france or stick solely to spain?

 

Hoping all ok with you, as always I can see your busy!

 

Love Valerie