From:
Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: Derrick Beare
Cc: Cliff Benn, Devin Standard; George
“Money Talks” Hurst; Paul Tomson,
Subject: Next Symposium :)
Marriage?
D – I just got your message. I am heading out the door
tu meet with an architect to see about upgrading the units on
One of the 3 so-hard-tu please tenants has left, now too
vacant units. I would like to sell the whole building and be done with it, just
don’t have the time to pay that much attention to this “one of a
kind” property although I am getting a whole lot of mileage out of this
rather pitiful investment.
If I do sell it and don’t invest in another
“rental” property even though each one has separate title, i.e.
condos, I could be faced with paying sum taxes, which I am loathe at this point
tu do. I would much prefer to take out a loan, my mortgage under $350K, I
believe the building as it stands today is worth around $1.8 million, the gross
rents about $100K about 30% or so under market.
I simply don’t have the time or inclination to fill
out the paper work needed to refinance, the bank wanting me to present tax
returns which I haven’t yet filed, not that I owe a dime, not even a
penny although when folks read this E-mail I sent out
last night given my “command and control” of Homefed back in
December 1998 that drove me stark raving mad, i.e. knuts, they
may think I owe the IRS at least a couple of bucks, nothing though quite what I
could have made on shorting Vivendi’s stock starting out on January 3rd 2002
when Marie had her will witnessed, the day Vivendi stock began a 280 day precipitous
drop it and its sister company Vivendi Environmental losing sum $64 billion, to
mention little of the joint safety deposit box I had with Ms. Vicky “Sticky”
Schiff the co-managing director of the Wetherly Capital
Group who were in the process of cutting a sweetheart deal with Vivendi
when I “blew
up” or should I say I blew “it”
up.
Tu mention little of what paragraph 7 of Marie’s will
means to an over-controlling individual hell bent on having his-her way, Mr.
George “Money Talks” Hurst Esq. making so much more out of nothing
back on October 24th of last year as a very fair minded judge
dropped the guillotine on his client’s head, my vengeance
only just now beginning, however, watching him and Dr. Sperm Donor JBS et al
choke all the way to the bank, Marie’s former husband make no mistake
very much feeling the pinch, much like Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown is
inching more and more away from his anus possibly thinking that no matter how
long he spends washing his hands after searching 4 the diamonds he could have
gobbled down last night, following in the footsteps of Cliff Benn when caught
in an Illicit Diamond
Buying sting operation, even if using
boiling hot water, never tu forget the Hot
Water
Wars, it will never be enough to satisfy at least me, nothing more bothersum tu
me than a bunch of pricks
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, man
not so much an enigma but possibly needing to take more enemas, beginning with,
however, a recapitulation of sum Latin expressions, as in Amo
Amas, and don’t forget to bring
back sum good South African wine, agree?
The C-BANG email I
sent out yesterday to Professor BrownNose shows a number of things I have been
working on as of late, going backwards as well as forwards, up and down, essential
in understanding sum of the nuances but it doesn’t, however, require any
math to come to grips with the fact that in combining a number of basic “knowns” I have more
likely than not, in fact I am quite certain, remembering in Quantum Physics
there is no such thing as certainties only probabilities, completed the final
step in Einstein’s search 4 a Unified Theory 4 the Inner-Workings of the
Universe, although Einstein upon completing his work commonly referred to as
General Relativity an offshoot of Special Relativity considered his and a Mr.
Grossman’s mathematical conclusions, summarized in E=mc˛ nothing more,
nor less, 4 that matter, than the “Mind of G-D”, given its
preciseness, Einstein’s, failure, however, in my opinion to complete his
work on a
Unified theory
For the inner workings
Of the universe
Was his reluctance in embracing quantum mechanics, simply
going forward, thinking that he was the smartest person to have ever lived,
caught up in the glitz and glamour, dismissing the work of folks like Newton
whose principles on things like mass being constant, that for every action
there is an equal and opposite reaction, nothing is gained nor is anything ever
lost, at least outside of “Deep Space”, Newton’s one
principle of “falling objects” all falling apart in terms of
General Relativity which works wonders for explaining the cosmos, i.e. Deep
Space where there is no such thing as sound, hard to listen to the arguments of
others which is great if u know everything, Deep Space u know is a vacuum much
like what exists between the ears of most folks spending to much time in one
place, including Durban, South Africa, u, however, one of the 4chewnut, leaving
a couple of days after your barmitzvah.
And of course this all drives folks quite barmy especially as
I twist things around, one way and then back the other, which is how I came
about revisiting the question of the speed of light being a constant which of
course it is in a vacuum much like a light bulb the work of Edison perhaps the
greatest inventor of all time, certainly in the past 30 million years, quite
incredible that it took man with such an incredibly evolved brain so long to
figure out that a filament, a piece of wire charged both negatively and
positively, a battery of sorts, much like the heart muscle, when exposed to air
burns out, the light bulb leading tu the vacuum tube
and forward-back tu the Digital Age first described by Pythagoras in his
0+1+2+3+4=10.
And then we start again, never forgetting that English is a
language ripped out of the Latin by politicians hell bent on confusing the
masses, the laws of the land, seemingly well intended do nothing more than give
the masses a false sense of security, my security of course being
the value of my intellectual property that is rapidly increasing in value,
agree?
Naturally, u have at this time 3% of that property,
Pythagoras’ “This and This equals That” was, however, the
most precise mathematical statement, mathematics the most precise of languages,
no more so than Hebrew, my Hebrew, although a little rusty good enough to get
my “arms
around” a number of things that all add “weight” to
my argument that E=mc˛ when viewed in a non-vacuum environment such as within SpaceShip
earth is proof positive of Evolution,
as light “moves” so does E=energy, the “Hand of G-D”,
quite different to the “Mind of G-d” which tu sum may appear a
little “twisted” in many ways like the difference between Quantum
Gravity [QG] and Pythagoras’ Right Angle Triangle
Theorem [RAT], QG having the hypotenuse equal to the difference between its
opposite sides squared, as opposed to Pythagoras’ RAT which has us
“sunning”
[sic].
Critical tu maintain a sense of humor while others are
losing their heads, sum of my adversaries perhaps still being given head,
nothing thou quite like sum of my head trips, better yet u and I combine to
teach the kids the right way to play the incredible game of soccer,
much like the game of chess, which is the game of life getting one’s
opponent to play to your advantage, but requiring movement, most of all
teamwork, i.e. lets do our best to hold on to all our limbs, agree?
The expression The meek With Teeth Shall
Inherit The Earth when twisted in the middle looks like this
The Meek
With teeth
Inherit
Shall
The earth
The “inheritance
byte” [sic] is what first got my mother back in December 2001 when I was
hell bent on buying Ccrest=Seacrest in Minehead, all in a “tizzy”
my asking her and Alan Zulman, the madhatters,
if they understood the Friday night Kiddush prayer just before saying the
blessing for bread and wine, the whole washing of hands bit combined with the FAST-FARCE nonsense, starving people around the world if capable of
thinking must c us as hypocritical, probably driving me more nuts
than anything else.
Suffice tu say, neither of them were aware at the time, like
90% of the Orthodox Jewish people I have tested since that the word “inheritance”
was even mentioned, sum 3 times in total, I think.
The point being that we get so caught up in the repetition
business, repeating mistake after mistake, each generation laying its guilt on
the next, telling the next generation when being questioned about all the chaos in the world being
told “u will have your chance to screw up”, i.e. no such thing as a
generation gap but rather a credibility gap that has got wider as folks have
got greedier, most folks I know in a total state of denial, my less wordy
articulation causing my mother, make no mistake as smart if not smarter than
your uncle Jonathan Beare and my uncle David Gevisser combined tu go
deafeningly silent, Alan Zulman though was the first to catch on that I
wasn’t about to be “nailed” or caught napping or buy into the
bullshit of educated folk when caught between the rock and the hardplate
choosing to leave the room while my mother dug deep pulling out her nuclear
weapon, “I only debate people who agree with me.”
Remember my uncle David Gevisser isn’t exactly a total
moron, certainly when Charles Engelhard who few would argue was no poorer than
the entire Oppenheimer family combined, designated David Gevisser the sole
executor of his worldwide estate, an estate that at one time controlled the
world supply of platinum, my uncle’s IQ was about the same as mine today
+-101, certainly David Gevisser’s Emotional Intelligence these days must
be on a par with that of my mother, not tu forget that Charles Engelhard, to
the best of my knowledge, had no children, certainly no mention of sons in his
will.
It wasn’t long be4 the real fireworks began my
terrific mother, in no mood to be humored, not quite ready though to carve out
my humor bone, then suggested
“U must be insane” and of course u may have read in my Part 1
of an email to a guy by the name of Jim Gibson how I suspect my mother is now
suffering from such ill-effects, what else can explain her being so childish,
refusing tu enter into a open forum dialogue with me, The Rattlesnake, agree?
By the way, in that 280 hyperlink
“weigh up above” [sic] is a photo of the safety deposit box
agreement Vicky “Sticky”
Schiff and I signed along with the tags of too safety deposit keys, the top
one, hard to read is my key 4 safety deposit box #280 at the
Union Bank branch here in Del Mar, Vicky, I assume still has her key, and the
scanned in photo below the 280 tag, marked 324, March 24th
my birthday, u may recall my mentioning to u a silver bar I had kept 4 u in a
safety deposit box in the event I were tu “kick the bucket”,
Jeffrey Krinsk Esq. giving me no more than 50/50 odds of making it through each
day alive, never to forget the hourglasses, one 4 u as well, such odds I
don’t believe r any worse or 4 that matter better than the next average
Joe Blow I know, i.e. each one of us walking on this planet, agree?
Today, I feel more optimistic about all our futures than
ever be4, knowing of course that the world is endless, that which goes around
comes around, not always in the same form, needing always, however, to be cool,
my needing tu buy some new clothes for the upcoming holidays which is really
what prompted the debate with my mother, my asking her a rather innocuous
question like why she and Alan who consider themselves above average, in
goodness, very Orthodox Jewish people, had no Chanukah Lights burning, nothing
quite like burning bridges, unless of course u know a thing or tTOo about
water, agree?
My ability these days to examine things in the minutest of
detail, from the bottom up, just as u might have suspected sum time ago, u so good
though, with drawing boxes, remembering numbers, not tu forget water perfectly
waterproof, made up, thou, of too highly combustible gases, quite revealing
about the human psyche, agree?
Most folks just accepting a whole number of things,
like two times two equals two, much like one times one equals one, proof that
even mathematics has it flaws, agree?
And of course even the smartest physicists in the
world with a whole lot more formal education than me, particularly in the area
of math and physics would pretty much all agree that in a vacuum environment at
the point that we reach speeds of 300,000 kilometers per second, i.e. the speed
of light, where time is supposed to “stand still”, everything
becomes nothing short of “mathematical.”
Tu B or not tu be?
Hymm?
Remember tu mention to your physicist uncle Jonathan
that I have a whole lot more
evidence of the “Hand of G-d” at work including the Doppler Effect
which is a “mirror image” of the Red Shift Effect, never tu forget
to have your rather brilliant well-rounded uncle come up with a number 4 how
many coincidences does it take be4 it is no longer a coincidence
Better yet a Guidance system for
having people measure their words that ties in so well with the both the Kabala
and Islam, most likely Christianity as well, nothing though I look forward to
then debating folks who are now faced with having to find arguments in our Next
Symposium that G-D does NOT exist, agree?
And then there is my follow up email to South
Africa’s Minister of Finance, my buddy,
Trevor Manuel that is likely to cause more than a handful of folks to have the
runs.
Running away though isn’t the answer in this
Digital Age, and I know u won’t mind if I copy Cliff Benn, and a handful
or tTOo others on this very non-confidential email, hi Lee?
Interesting that Norman Lazarus is getting married, this
weekend?
I had written in, I believe, the next segment of my email to
Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown of eRaider.com, first waiting to get a response
to my email from this nincompoop, sumthing about what would have happened if Norman Lazarus
and Dawn Chapman were to have got married and had kids; Dawn, I believe
classified “colored” under the Nationalist Nazi Party running the
country with an “iron fist” 4 sum 40+ years, like the Nazi SS using
Jewish Capos tu keep the trains running on time.
So easy to keep brain dead
folk “towing the line” but to win consistently one has to know how
to adjust and get back to help your teammates when the back defensive line is
broken, but when one’s spirit is broken by one’s own people
behaving so poorly why not simply chop off both arms and legs, sandwich
one’s head between too
unstable
boulders using one’s “kid” [sic] tu inch u into position,
scream at the top of one’s lungs creating an avalanche of sorts, blah
blah, the gas chambers quite a humanitarian gesture by the Nazi bastards,
agree?
Dawn was one of my mom’s top “pupils” who
was “tasked” with running the Zena Gevisser Model Agency and Charm
School along with Cliff Benn’s wife and too other well put together
female colleagues none of them, however, having the attributes to be, in my
opinion, in the top ten of the International modeling elite, like Penny Coelen & Yvonne
Hulet, neither of them, again just my opinion, in the top ten of my
mother’s very best models, no where close tu my mother’s most
amazing model, Cecil Hammond who happened to deaf.
Today though, Penny Coelen, perhaps even Yvonne, has to be
in the top ten most beautiful women in the world.
D, u have to remember I know a thing or too about this and a
whole lot of businesses given the fact that when I reached puberty my bedroom
was right above my mother’s studio where the air-conditioning system
provided a perfect listening piece, very little hot air rising, when people
watch their Ps and Qs, know a thing or too about maintaining their G-d given
shape, knowing most of all how little it takes tu please men, THE IMPORTANCE OF
BEING A WOMAN not lost 4 a solitary second on me, particularly when looking in
the mirror projecting out how my ugly-duck looks
would attract someone like Marie when I reached middle age,
condensation-compensation, less said the better, agree?
Not tu suggest that any one of the 4 placed in charge of
this “one of a kind” operation, my mother from all appearances the
quintessential “One Person Shop,” had aspirations beyond marrying wealthy, although
Cliff Benn’s wife, Ronlynne, at one point could have quite easily taken
the step to international fame and fortune if she had simply whispered in my
mother’s ear such a desire, my mother more than anyone one I know on this
planet capable of moving mountains, which is why I am avoiding the cliffs
here in Del Mar, more than ever, once she put her ingenious mind to work, at
one point perhaps even smarter
than my incredible father
when he was in his prime.
Ronlynn’s “Canadion” [sic]
mother u may also know was a finalist in the 1958
Miss World competition and considered by my mother the most beautiful of
all the contestants including her model Penny Coelen
who won, none of my mother’s models had though, the figure, the looks, most of
all the backbone of my wife Marie
Dion, today, closer to 90 than she is to 0, right now I am looking at one of
Marie’s earliest drawings showing her disrobed, facing a
mirror, her face and right shoulder reflecting back, her back needing perhaps a
little bit more work, to mention just in passing the back breaking work I am
having her do at the beach house in preparation for her family arriving this
coming week, how else would I be able to keep up with this youngster with the
most incredible mind tu boot, born in 1958.
And if I wasn’t so fricken slack, buttering up,
instead, my mother in Wivesliscombe,
England “holed
out” wandering like the Lazarus’ and
the Wolmans
to mention just in passing Sol Kersner and our Rabbi Weiss, what I am going tu
be doing next in up-setting
their little world of “dog eat dog”, Marie could be on the front
cover of any fashion magazine in the world, living the life of riley, with
multi-million dollar contracts coming out of her ears, her ears no doubt
burning as I “right
these words” [sic], which would all amount to a big phat zero in the
scheme of things, 4 we r all living on “borrowed
time”, my placing the worst picture I have of Marie in the
“igh” hyperlink.
Time to fly.
Gg
Ps – If u or Jonathan r going to Norman’s
wedding, say hi from me and don’t forget to tell your uncle that not only
should he give me a call but equally important he must hang up his spurs, get
off his hi-horses, smoke a joint if necessary, bill it tu me, if that will
bring a smile
tu his face.
Butt now
is the moment in time 4 him tu throw in the towel in his quest to die the
richest person on the planet since I have decided this is a rat-race I am not
going to lose, in the words of Ghandi,
"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then
you win",
nothing quite like having G-D-Nature on one’s team, new tribe tu embrace,
Manager Minute One,
hours away from being on bookshelves, in the space of time perhaps as long as
it takes a bouncing ball to move up and down 5 meters, sum 600 million meters
or so-sic?
So if it will please sum folks while they fork over their
ill-gotten gains that I designate myself the sickest given how incredibly nuts
I must be when I could be right now with Marie, hanging out with u just a
hop-jump-and-a-scotch from where they found Blombos
Rock, so be it, I agree.
