From: Gary S. Gevisser
[gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: 'david@davidaltman.net'
Cc: rest
Subject: When the dialogue becomes
too monologues it is the beginning of the end.
David, good afternoon tu u altho 4 all I no u are in
Timpucktu?
Once my computer doesn’t indicate a spelling error I simply
move on without even bothering with hyperlinks which will make things much
easier for the average Joe Blow like u and me.
I haven’t heard from u in a while and thout that there is
the possibility that the email address I have 4 u is incorrect but now Michael
A. has confirmed the one I have is ok which is a good indicator that u
are at least getting the emails I blind copy u on even if u delete them, most
importantly I am happy u are alive.
I happened to catch a quick glimpse of the Miss Universe competition the other
week and thout there was a chance u would be the one doing the honors?
U will undoubtedly remember my “goodwill” gesture sum
time back and I certainly remember your words of gratitude that followed but u
also know that I am a businessman believing that one good turn deserves another
sumtimes more; leverage being the name of game and of course u guessed right I
am not only about tu leverage my rather good name tu “hell
& hi-water” which almost
got sunk were it not 4 having at my side an incredibly honest woman willing to
risk the loss of her too children but perhaps more importantly having been
incredibly fortunate to have a fair judge presiding in Superior Court, San
Diego, back on October 24th 2002.
Not a single day goes by when I don’t give thanks to the “G-d Almighty”
altho I have always known how to count my blessings without tho speaking much
about it.
Numbers do not lie, nor can the hand of G-d be ignored 4 the
simple reason that there isn’t an actuary alive today who is worth “their salt”
capable of expressing precisely why the markets all around the world and I am
not talking just about the stock market have not yet imploded given the
inculpable levels of “Chaos” surrounding
the entire planet.
Risk Assessment is my business and
there are perhaps no more than a handful of people in the world who appreciate
how rather good I am in this category. It is one thing 4 for me to assert that
I was a “good” rugby player or that I am “the greatest lover” in the world
which are just my opinions that cannot be proven nor can they be disproved but
in having kept very careful track of my “wins, draws and losses” it shouldn’t
take a rocket scientist to figure out that I know my shit along with the fact
that I go to the bathroom less than the average Joe Blow & on each occasion
I am called tu task by G-D-Nature I am reminded that my shit does stink, my
senses not dulled from what tu many is at least an every day experience. Even
my dog who follows me around nite and day can only handle so much.
Talking of which, earlier today at 7:30AM PST to be precise
I ran into my buddy Jerri who told me
that his son Ryan along with his buddy were not able tu handle the one day job
of sanding of their ocean front porch, having apparently left the “work site”
soon after I left them the other day returning to The Cave while they
“buggered” off tu a surf shop up in Encinitas which is a good 15 minutes away
leaving the house unlocked.
Now I have only heard Jerri’s side of the story but
apparently only after they were “fired” did they eventually get the job
completed, taking the too of them all of 3 days, bringing their hourly rate
closer in line with Chinese laborers “slaving” away trying to get the trains in
places like “Machu
Picchu” to run on time, now remember I wore dark glasses most of the time
and I am going color blind.
I mentioned to Jerri to look out 4 this email promising him
that it wouldn’t take more than 3 visits to the bathroom and although I assured
him that I am capable of brief, moreover, precise, letting Jerri know that back
in my youth I ran a company 4 all of 5 years perhaps tu the day never once do I
recall sending out a memo, email had not yet stepped foot onto the stage,
certainly I don’t recalling actually scripting one single note let alone give a
speech that said more than, “Thank u 4 cuming”, bearing in mind tho that the
first communication consisted of a flowchart showing the entire organization of
IMS how to go tu the bathroom without clogging up the sewer system spelling out
in no uncertain terms that the “Fish Rots From The Head Down”
which u can click on tu the previous hyperlink 4 the Greek translation, not to
be confused with Pou ine ena kalo elliniko estiatorio?
which translates into Where is a good Greek
restaurant?
Moments earlier a very sweet but determined lady waiting in
line at this fukukta Starbucks just down from The Cave had asked me to leash my
dog,
“I have a rabbit hound who
if given half the chance would make mincemeat out of your dog and
why don’t u at the same time feed your poor animal” [sic]?
By the time I was done with this lady who I thout said
something about heading up “all publications and promotions 4 the unified school district”
[sic] altho it could have just simply been “promotions for the University of
California San Diego, not only had I sold at least one more yet to be published
Manager Minute One I
was given the name of a local literary agent who several people agreed “is one
of the top 3 agents in the Wor.d” [sic], tu
mention little of the 8 business cards I handed out by the time I reached the
top of the stairs leading up that fukukta Union Bank owned and operated by
Japanese, at least the last time I was in there I thout the General Manager was
going to eat me after I saw him come out of the back area with just the fibula
& tibia strung thru his nose of another customer held together, it seemed,
by dental floss which showed at least sum passthru of ancestral hygiene to mention little
of the 250+ pound fortunately or unfortunately deceased customer who looked
quite healthy just 3 minutes prior.
So much to do and so little time, yet enuf time tu smell the
blessings from above, agree?
No doubt even u would be surprised by the amount of communication
I have put out over the past going on 8 years since I “rolled” into town to
give u a hand having to do a whole lot more than just talk which actually
didn’t come all that easy to me until very recently when I woke up to the fact
that the people who do the most talking are mostly, like Polie Pollak, King
Golden Jr Esq, Dr. JBS, George G. Hurst
Esq., Sammy “Shoe Shine” Haim, Kathryn Murray, Newell Starks,
Warren “BO” Buffet, most if not
all the folks on my “delete list”, never tu forget the Wetherly Capital
folks who masterminded & rigged the recent California Gubernatorial
elections, + just a handful more, depending how big a hand one has, are all
full of shit, agree?
U will also undoubtedly remember one of Solly Krok’s favorite expressions, “There is no such thing as a bad business only bad business people.”
Back on September 2nd of last year I sent our
buddy the Right Honorable Minister of Finance 4 South Africa, Mr. Trevor
Manuel, an E-mail that caut a
number of peoples’ attention and I purposely use the plural since I remain
somewhat confused on this one subject matter of whether in fact we are all one
species.
Suffice to say this idiot chose not to respond to my “call tu arms” and thout
perhaps that by ignoring me I would move on to play
another chess game or too which in fact I did, constantly tho winding up my left arm to the point
that my left shoulder is now hurting. If my
significant other were reading this she would say, “U are such a whiner, blah
blah” and then suggest I go and play golf knowing that would be the death
of me.
It is unlikely Marie would ever suggest I play a game that
keeps who very possibly have twisted minds being somersaulted further into
oblivion which of course is not a bad thing considering the damage they could
be doing at home raising children.
The “G-d Almighty”
hyperlink to Mr. Jeffrey Krinsk is one of the more recent of my emails but if u
have the time particularly if u haven’t been to toilet today it will take u on
a lite journey and u should know by now with the media “knocking on my
doorstep” at least I assume it is Mr. Riddle, the Executive Producer of KUSI
TV, I am now on a 9+ journey thru
life with my travel companion, cum significant other, Marie.
In the course of the next 72 hours perhaps less I will be
sending out a barrage of emails aimed at getting folks more into line, thinking
more alike, putting aside their differences albeit as my eldest brother says,
Great
Minds
Never
Think
Alike!
Most folks it seems wake up in the morning first looking
into their crystal ball thinking about how the stock markets around the world
are going to perform and go tu bed either drunk from the exhaustion of not
knowing whether it makes any sense to get up in the morning sum no doubt hoping
that the nightmare will end, tu mention just in passing how old man Kennedy
could afford to pay off the mob to get both his sons top notch jobs in the White
House.
Rest assured those of us in the pound seats know perfectly
well the worst has yet tu appear; and in due course I will explain this all a
whole lot better; the eventual upside tho will be a site tu behold, go
www.NextraterresTrial.com+++.
I now need tho to take a break since I have been sitting at
this computer for going on 15 minutes and my dog is beckoning me to take a
break; were it not 4 the hyperlinks this entire email would be out the door
even after I would have painstakingly gone thru my email list deciding who to
blind copy and besides Marie just called on her way back from her art class
with Sebastian
Capella letting me know that everything was looking “real good.”
I will tho if there is time before I head off tu drop her
car to take our Danielle surfing be dropping Sebastian’s son another line or
too letting him know in no uncertain terms how fortunate, unfortunate it is to
have such a grand father as Sebastian; Rick as u would possibly only find out
by reading in-between the lines of
the previous hyperlink may be in fact the most talented artist on the planet
which as u would expect has him “ducking & diving” wanting to be left in
peace, not, however, on my watch, given my belief that time is running out, and
the need for the best and brightest to rise to the surface particularly if u
are also tall and handsome and believe it or not a “wheaty eating” white.
Marie, just called me back to let me know “just relax, we
have found a way to put the surfboard into the Mini…” now the time is
With all that said, and make no mistake over the next 72
hours, typing no more than 3 hours a day I can in fact produce sum 70, 200
words typing on average 130 words a minute, the average dropping considerably
when I have to add hyperlinks, altho I am getting rather good at it and since I
no longer use the keyboard built in to my laptop, opting instead 4 a wireless
no-branded-model, “otherweiss” [sic] I
would advertise it whole heartedly given the pounding it is taking.
U perhaps, better than the average Joe Blow who has worked
alongside me knows rather well once I decide to get my arms around something
G-d only help them if they start to “duck & dive” play
“it “fast & loose” u
know what I mean, jellybean?
So with out much further ado I would like to know how u mite
be able to assist me and sum of my very close and should I add, well-equipped
colleagues, getting the wretched “bliter” who blew up the most incredible
opportunity to position South Africa as an investment destination in the mid
90s, opting instead to opt out altogether leaving the door wide open 4 nothing
short of “bottom fishes” tu tear apart the rotting carcass left in the wake
caused by 40+ years of a society being tossed about a hole lot worse than our
forefathers who at least had a desert to wonder about in, with hot springs to
boot, a few learning how to actually make love, versus being out in an ocean
commanded by Dutchmen believing that G-d had speeded things up to the point that
time stood still, Dark
Ages to boot.
I would welcome your suggestions as to how I should follow
up with Professors Kelly and Price which u can read about in the previous
hyperlink.
Time as u know waits 4 no man.
Now please understand I am not suggesting anything along the
lines described in Mutiny
on the Bounty but at the same time I think u would agree that
failing to threaten those who have stolen the most, usurped their limited
authority, who possibly thru no fault of their own have inherited and/or
redisposited the ill-gotten gains of those more rapacious than themselves in
places like Switzerland should be invited down to John Vorster Square assuming
it still exists and be asked to just sit on their tochas’ 4 say no more than 42 minutes providing
them with medical assistance if necessary but making it abundantly clear that “If you are not part of the solution than u are part of the problem”,
agree?
David, it is possible that I mite in fact send a follow up
email to Patti before waiting to hear back from u. Trevor’s assistant, by the
way, when making reference tu u as “Crazy David” did it in a very sweet,
romantic way. Like most women who spend time getting to know u they tend to cum
away having this rather incredible impression that u are G-d’s gift tu women
more so than any other person I know on this planet despite your incredibly
ugly looks that are perhaps not much more than a notch better than mine.
Hang tite, and of course there is nothing quite like “sucking
on the hind tit” bearing
in mind that what goes around cums around. And if by chance u hadn’t read all
of the million odd words I have written since u and I slew
dragons in South Africa back in 1995 and still think I am
kidding about being married u just be aware it has lasted now all of 63
days, never to forget “momworker63”
who really tossed me into hi-gear and of course
u remember the trouble I had getting Trevor to put his "Johnhandcock"
[sic] to this photo, agree?
Which just so happens brings to mind an email I sent to King
Golden Esq. back on December 13, 2000 11:22AM
PST in which I laid out a series of issues best expressed in the
last sentence of the first paragraph that reads,
“The consensus is unanimous
in that I am healed but you are in need of a sequence of mental bandages.”
The day prior Mr. Golden had written me,
“
Mr. Golden like a good many people I knew back then,
significantly less than the number of folks who know me today, had received a series
of emails that first were sent out on December 1st 2000 to coincide
with the 27th
anniversary of the death of the greatest Jewish leader the State of Israel has
ever known, contemporaneously speaking.
Contained within the very first E-mail was
reference to 4 companies that would have allowed the likes of King to get
himself a new lease on life to mention little right now of what became of his
incredibly good looking wife altho it would have cum at the expense of
momworkers, widows, orphans & pensioners.
Wouldn’t u agree tho, that David Ben Gurion would take no
pride or see any glory in the death of anyone albeit young Arab kids whose
sequencing has been interfered with by adults who in many ways have much in
common with the likes of Mr. Golden & Mr. Pollak and that Lieberman
character and all the other leftists with their blood-brother “righties” who
have had a “bloodfest” [sic] with languages since time in memorial, nothing
quite like the language of math to set this yoyos on the straight and narrow to
speak little of those fukuktas who I detest most, 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, who worst of all have laid waste to our
incredible U.S. Constitution which I have yet to read the same with our
Declaration of Independence but I happen to trust people like Devin Standard
who can read, write and make up their minds unlike those bullshitters who think
because they have sum academic credential from a hi-er institution
that they have the right to tell everyone including their biological children,
“Let me show u how.”
I don’t believe u have ever met this Polie Pollak, King
Golden look-alike, never tu forget the great words of wisdom cuming out of the
mouth of my beloved wife…
Time to fly,
Gary
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From: Mike
[mailto:cuprex@yahoo.com]
Sent: Monday, June 16, 2003 9:03
AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE: The meek WITH TEETH
shall inherit the earth -- Watch Out Big Mouth
Hi Gary
Having to savor your emails first thing in
the morning might lead one to believe I am mentally disabled,
Yes for I am truly handicapped.
This contestant needs
advantages or compensations to equalize the chances of winning.
Your emails are brilliant as always they
just require a drink, a small snack and seclusion.
Your email to Gary Glass I think was
futile.
1/ Does the guy realize that a computer
has uses other than finding property listings?
2/ Is he aware that one can also receive
emails?
3/ Can he read?
4/ If he can read, can he comprehend?
Lynne has made many bad choices, but I
think this has been the BEST (Brainstem Encephalitis Support Team).
The email you sent him, I mean MEAN is not
the word.
If that cant get some reaction then the
man is Brain Dead!!!!!!!
Where and why she subjected herself to
this idiot I have no idea!!!!!
On the bright side she does have 2
outstanding kids.
Lynne’s email get bounced back because her
internet carrier has been changed
and terminated umpteen times as well as
her email address.
David Altman email
Life is about up and down
If you can embrace both imposters
just the same.
Then you are a man my son….
MA
Rgds
Michael
From: Gary S. Gevisser
[mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Monday, June 16, 2003 7:02
AM
To: 'Mike'
Subject: RE: The meek WITH TEETH
shall inherit the earth -- Watch Out Big Mouth
What is her telephone number?
From: Mike
[mailto:cuprex@yahoo.com]
Sent: Sunday, June 15, 2003 11:12
PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE: The meek WITH TEETH
shall inherit the earth -- Watch Out Big Mouth
Hi Gary
Please give Lynne a call!
She had a terrible accident on Friday, her
car is a total write-off..
Rgds
Michael
From: Gary S. Gevisser
[mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, June 15, 2003 4:45
PM
To: Michael
Cc: Len Bentel; Lynne Bentel
Subject: FW: The meek WITH TEETH
shall inherit the earth -- Watch Out Big Mouth
Michael hi – I don’t recall getting a reply from Gary Glass
to my “stink”
email altho Lynne let me know that he ex-husband made a hasty retreat.
One has to be careful tho with folks who have developed
quite a habit for playing things “fast & loose” i.e.
they will test the limits unless convinced that G-D-Nature
is watching, agree?
It appears that while we were away from our cabin retreat
just east of San Diego sum campers came along and “borowed”
[sic] a log or too
of our firewood to mention little of the dangers of camp fires.
We left them a note not tu abuse our special spot as we may
be forced to return more often which would undoubtedly spoil their partying.
Naturally when signing the note I made reference to the www.NextraTerrestrial.com website
as well as G-D-Nature which spelled backwards is eR U Tan DOG
much like but not quite as good as EmanANDdog↔GODdnaName, nothing tho like
having a white and tan colored dog
to mention little of making it my business to be around colorful
people.
It is rare that I turn on the computer on Weekends but I had
a sense that Mr. Devin
Standard,
the executor of my estate, would email me sumthing important in anticipation of
my first “father’s day.”
I haven’t heard from Lynne in a while and my emails to her
keep getting returned; perhaps it has to do with her forced move? The world tho
is starting to twist
right, agree?
If you run across her have her call me. Also I seem to
recall asking you for “Crazy David”’s
email address. I plan to follow up on an email I sent South Africa’s Minister
of Finance, Trevor Manuel which could have Devin and I heading south one of
these days altho Devin made mention in an earlier email that I should visit him
in Colorado, “massive acreage of amber and green available for the likes of Peepeetoe to
stretch his toes at the foot of snowcapped mountains.”
My dog goes by
so many names that it is hard to keep track of and despite being almost too he
continues to pee on his toes.
By the way do you have any idea what is the 100th
name of G-d
which according to Islam is only known to the camels; if not what about the 72
names for God according to the Kabbalah to mention little of what your thouts
are on Note 41 of my “Guidance tTOo”: In the beginning...which in Hebrew is
"be-re-shit"=בראשית,
as in shit happens when we wear to many hats,
agree?
Thanks,
Gary
From: DEVIN S. STANDARD [mailto:devin@vcilink.com]
Sent: Saturday, June 14, 2003 10:31 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth -- Watch Out Big Mouth
I don't think I have seen a response to this?
D