From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, April 04, 2006 4:42 PM PT
Cc: rest; Dr. Leizer Molk;
Subject: ...---...LITTLE KING...---...
Thank you for your birthday wishes.
In the future save your breath in an effort to breathe life into your G-d-Given backbone beginning with confronting your first cousin who conspired with my Royal Mater to deprive you of your most important asset which prevents people from making an ass out of you.
The ability to logically thought process is one gifted to us by an almighty smart G-d and the fact that you, the rest of my siblings, your brother, your sister and most of all your favorite golfing partner, Leizer Molk MD the husband of your late sister despite all of us having human genes hasn’t stemmed you all journeying toward being potted plants on the next go around.
So good is Leizer with his jokes but so late in the day informing you when you both visited our rock cabin that your nemesis, Sol “Little King” Moshal the so very corrupt Chief Executive Officer of The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies thought himself so almighty that he could get away with commenting to your sister, “You have more balls than the rest of the Gevisser boys combined” says everything about who exactly were you friends given how Leizer who can play the fool as good as the best out there is no idiot and understood perfectly well just from that ballsy statement alone how very important such information could have been to someone such as myself able to logically thought process with the best out there.
left you and me with the impression that Daphne Gevisser Molk simply “smiled” without further comment although
Leizer made it patently clear that Daphne was in fact standing up in your
defense, questioning the Little King why he was so blatantly
unfair towards you especially, who she knew was not only extraordinarily honest
but one of the smartest people walking the planet, much smarter than her
husband or your idiot elder brother who worked alongside David Gevisser at ACME Timber which remember was one of the MG Group of Companies that has me now
taking you back not all that far in time to David Gevisser’s son,
author-journalist Mark Gevisser commenting to
I doubt Mbeki knows --or should know-- anything about Moshal Gevisser except that his mother bought her goods wholesale from them for her trading store.
While I am fully aware you still take the ostrich approach of, “Gary I think you are going overboard and besides what good comes of it?” allow me to now ram it down your throat given how your attitude is why the next generation learn far too late the sins of their mothers and mothers.
else besides for the DAAC helped
financed the crematoria at
The mere fact that when you read the words “from them” it didn’t make you sick to your stomach and after coughing out your guts didn’t even bother placing a phone call to Mark Gevisser who doesn’t live on another planet and instead without feeling the need to say a word to anyone got on a plane, if necessary used the monies you say you haven’t spent all derived from my property in Sea Point that you don’t have the fricken guts to place in writing belongs to me for fear of your whole “bullsh*t” [sic] world coming crumbling down, is rather telling not simply of your poor conditioning but thinking you can outsmart G-d.
You are not in the least bit interested in your legacy but simply being able to “save face” with your grandchildren who you hope wont get to read this before you next meet up with our extraordinarily smart G-d knowing full well that the rest of your children also know the whole truth about your lack of backbone but commiserate with you because they are hell bent on following in your footsteps.
Over my dead body will the Good Lord allow you or them the luxury of getting a moment’s peace as I now pull out all stops to expose the systemic rot that begins with each family acting like Mafioso.
I noticed how quickly the blood drained from your face upon hearing of such a “dialogue” between your sister who you cared so deeply for despite the fact that she demonstrated time and again open jealously toward my RM and your nemesis, much the same when I told you how upon realizing the “dirty deed” executed by the Little King in selling the MG Group of Companies for nothing short of a song my RM walked into the Little King’s office which was next door to yours which you shared with your father and simply slapped this crooked accountant across the face.
But the real slap across the face was the failure of Leizer to have forwarded such enlightening information much sooner than when you were now on your last legs with only one leaky heart valve and the other belonging to a non-kosher pig both still apparently functioning allowing you to get by each day whining for the sympathy vote.
Yes, go ahead and examine all your fictitious friends and what you will come away with after spending some 83 odd years on this planet is just one friend Felix beside for me and to think that such a man once belonged to the Hitler Youth movement should if you have any faith in the genius of the almighty SMART G-D have you thinking about the odds of such an extraordinary “coincidence”.
are sufficiently com
Yes I am a sinner. If I was perfect then I would be G-d. And so as long as there are bigger sinners, better yet if they are not imprisoned, I will continue to play G-d in judging my sins less than those who have stolen more!
begins with those little “white lies” that you must remember cannot be hidden
from G-d who is everywhere, watching every move and mismove knowing He-She has
gifted us intellectual reasoning to quantitatively and
How many coincidences does it take before it is no longer a coincidence and you then in the next instant come to terms that there is design everywhere so long as one can logically thought process.
But of course it is still much easier to keep stealing the light out the next generation by lying through your teeth thinking they would go along with being as corrupt as the previous generation without bothering to use their minds to work out that the resources that we are consuming make it all but impossible for each successive generation to live as good as the previous.
“Too little and too late, you scoundrel” is what you should have said to Leizer if you had been firing right like when you were one of the very best fighter-bomber-pilots.
of Dr. Syd Cohen when I spoke with him a few years
back still singing your praises and you would know that uncle Syd was not one
who felt the need to use flowery English especially when he knew that your
miraculous record of 71 missions over northern Italy said everything about your
And of course by now you should have figured out the role you would have played in a “second wave” should Israel had not been victorious in its War of Independence that would have called for very “calm minds” to gather around them in the words of David Ben Gurion, “Let the children of Israel be a light unto the nations” especially those with athleticism, strong minds and most of all an ability to keep their big mouths shut learning from someone such as yourself who could command respect like none I have met.
Bear in mind that while my RM protests that she only recently found out that you did more than throw handheld bombs out of the cockpit of your fighter-bomber-planes after I had to do nothing short of spelling it out by reading to her portions of your logbook, and you will note that she still in her book THE WINKING CAT couldn’t bring herself to calling you by your official designation “Fighter-Bomber-Pilot” leaving out the “bomber”, there were more than a handful of those who both commanded you and flew alongside you who believed given the incredible odds of Israel’s meager Air Force being able to pull off the impossible they would be well served having 2nd Lieutenant Bernard Nathan Gevisser who could also play a better than average game of rugby “in reserve”.
David Gevisser although he carries our great last name was never a Gevisser and your sister should have ripped the Little King to shreds but then again neither your sister nor your brother-in-law Leizer as very shrewd and conniving as they are were no match when compared to my RM who didn’t need to dwell like you have for the past 35 odd years since the sale of MG within a year or “tTOo” of Charles Engelhard’s death, wondering why folks like the auditors and lawyers reporting to the Board of Directors of The MG of Companies knowing that your father had the “control block” of shares never “stepped up to the plate” to apprise you of the so blatant “dirty deed” that was extraordinarily transparent, all it taking was to get an independent appraisal of the properties owned by The MG Group of Companies that your father was the one responsible for purchasing for cash, not a single one having a mortgage, to appreciate how extraordinarily undervalued they were.
the name Gerald Hackner, our next door neighbor and RM’s accountant of many years, the same gentleman who called you up
when you were living in Cape Town to find out how to get hold of my RM in order to thank her for her book THE WINKING CAT that she had so kindly
sent him as a gift, such a shock to your system was not quite though as bad as
when you did eventually get your own copy which as best I recall you m
You didn’t however need to be Gerald Hackner the shrewdest businessman walking the planet at the time of the sale of the MG Group of Companies to figure out why there was such a deafening silence as everyone including my RM all “looked the other way” making the inexcusable excuse that to be “confrontational” would result in Anti-Semitism “raising its ugly head” and of course MDG is right, “Being non-confrontational is no excuse for bad judgment!”
It is not only David Gevisser who is both evil and Anti-Semitic, each and every one of you are in fact no better than this scoundrel who has derived great satisfaction in mocking you time and again beginning with having my RM approach him “cap in hand” to “help you out” in finding you who had been nothing short of “blackballed” a decent paying job which as you know amounted to nothing but an incredible pain in your backside as you went about making the likes DG’s cousin John Moshal filthy rich to mention little of you possibly recalling that John Moshal’s one son controls some 30% of all the Internet gaming from a two bedroom flat in Durban, South Africa.
name Marc Rich should jolt you “sumwhat” [sic] especially as I now go about
making so public the name
you think of this meddling
The failure to speak out is old and to many a boring story but not to me or anyone else who has a conscience and can so easily recognize the extraordinarily powerful “Hand of G-d” at work constantly imploring each of us to do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing.
You had ample opportunities over the years to figure out on your own all the connecting dots that had you so often in “despair” although you felt and looked so much better than all those who did you down, again the “Hand of G-d” always points us in the right direction so long as one does not indulge in food, exercises both regularly and strenuously and works out how in “giving back” one reaps the rewards of Heaven here on earth.
1995 when I visited South Africa you were very much around and aware of the
dinner gathering that my RM mater
and her husband
not take the imbecile DG all that
long, however, to figure out that he had in fact “gone overboard” bearing in
mind that just prior to him simply confirming being paid the rather large sum
of $6 million back in early 1971 for being nothing more than a “trusted stooge”
of the DAAC I had provided him with
rather “hot news” about the extraordinary stupidity of Trevor Manuel,
South Africa’s then Minister of Trade and Industry, in his decision to allow
remnants of the Broderbund, the top dogs behind the Apartheid Regime who all
reported to the DAAC, to purchase David
My RM is, however, as difficult as it may be for some to believe rather naive herself, the result I “wager” of years of denial beginning with her father’s ill-gotten wealth that in the end amounted to not much more than a pot to pee in.
But you don’t have the excuse of my RM who has had to live a lifetime like most getting more than their fair share of the graft keeping track of her lies from day given how you have never not once, to the best of my knowledge, ever “pulled a fast one”, never in a million years capable of dreaming about kicking someone when they are down that should today despite your ailing heart valves allow you to compute better than anyone you know, apart of course from me and my beloved wife Marie Dion Gevisser who is allowing me right now to type at a blinding speed here at our rock cabin uninterrupted although I wrote the body of this text several hours ago, mostly “cutting and pasting” when mistakes do happen.
that you couldn’t see the connecting dots between your first cousin,
I am taking down the DAAC, David Gevisser, his foul mouthed son Mark Gevisser and each and every one who DARES to get in my way.
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