From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Saturday, March 24, 2007 8:09 AM PT
To: Debra Danziger
Cc: Kathy-Louse-Gevisser-Danziger; Dad; Neil Gevisser; melvin gevisser;
Dr. Leizer "SAVE ZENA" Molk MD; Dr. Barry Molk MD;
mike-sel@iafrica.com
Subject: Dear Debra, when you wake...
You will
very possibly see another of my postings on the Los Angeles Times Opinion Blog
where I will make reference to this email.
Your
maternal grandfather, my father, Bernie Gevisser called me at 6:42 AM Pacific
Standard Time from
Not to
mention the photo contained in this hyperlink of my immediate family shows a
nicely framed photo of Kathy as a very young kid hanging on the right wall of
our first residence in heavily corrupt Durban, South Africa known as
“Highlands”.
The call to
wish me “Happy 50th Birthday” but really all about soothing
my father’s over-the-top guilt ridden conscience, the very little that remains,
lasted all of 6 minutes and 35 seconds during which time my father who tells me
he is at “deaths door” spoke at 100 miles per hour just like Steven SPIelberg
in his 5 minute introductory speech to his nonsense DeBeers-Dollar money
promotion movie
But you
would know if following along after of course “working so hard…the schooling
here, I am sure it is the same in the U.S., Jonathan and Danielle also must
have so much homework, Debra works so hard also in a play where she is dancing
and singing, Joseph and the Technicolor coat, blah blah”
[sic] that I don’t need to hold my breath since my father is only human and
would eventually have to take a deep breath and when he did, expecting me to
say something, no doubt fearing the worst, I allowed for quite the “pregnant
pause” which only exacerbated his shortness of breath.
I could
have said, “Are you having sex, since what else can explain your shortness of
breath?” Or better yet, “So you are really calling me to let me know
that Debra who turns 16 in August is pregnant and expects to give birth to
sextuplets!” instead I just egged my father on and on as he was forced
to download more important stuff given how after a while when hearing yourself,
having been practicing so long what to say and how to say, repeating how bright
you are inevitably took its toll.
Does it mean
anything to you who stands to inherit a not exactly small fortune upon the
death of your parents to hear me “whine” about this nothing, possible 2 million
Rand bachelor flat of mine in Seapoint Cape Town, South Africa that provided
your grandfather a nice little stipend each month beginning in 1995, the year I
last met with my father’s first cousin, David Moshal-Gevisser Engelhard
Oppenheimer, the American head of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel?
Why do you
think your grandfather who has been treated so poorly by your maternal
grandmother, my Royal Mater, Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman, would not have
the “balls” to stand up to my mother who he says, “She says the flat is hers. You
should take it up with her!” when all I am asking my father to do is place
what he knows and when he knew it all in writing bearing in mind, you would
know if paying attention there is more going on than my father feeling the need
to let me know he is “working
as a slave” 3 days a week for your mom and dad while so very “burdened”
at having to walk your dog because you are getting like every spoiled rotten
kid, fat, old and ugly just like every single “ugly American” and yes I too can
go and on talking a whole lot of rubbish if I had nothing better to do with my
time than simply wanting to end up like my father and pretty much anyone who
thinks it so important to be “liked”.
You see, it
is not what you think.
My father
could care less what any of you think about him.
He doesn’t
need your hug and kisses no matter how genuine because the only real truth that
he knows about this very ugly world is that he killed a whole bunch of innocent
people during 71 odd missions dive bombing the crap out of the Nazi bastards
who were as brainwashed as you.
I didn’t
need to ask my father whether he has YET
read Chapter 9, DIAMONDS FOR HITLER,
subtitle, THE SECRET WAR REPORT OF THE
OSS.CIA because like his first cousin, my father knew the DAAC created this
nothing more than one of many civil wars very soon after he returned to South
Africa to bury his mother, your great maternal grandmother, Kate Sher Gevisser
who your mother is named after.
After the
dust on his 60th mission, caused by not just
his bombs which when exploding damaged both his wings and undercarriage
shutting down his Kittyhawk’s electrical system, had settled my father managing
miraculously to make it back to base, then had to battle manually pumping down
the wheels to avoid a crash landing.
To walk
away from the pending collapse of the world’s capital and financial markets is
simply not going to be possible and you will have no one to blame but yourself.
Don’t look
to anyone but who you see in the mirror to do the right thing and the smart
thing which is also the right thing in order to give peace one final chance,
join me and other “independent thinkers” in posting my missives up on Internet
message boards.
This hyperlink may or may not contain
something interesting to you.
Let me know
if you would like to visit sometime soon.
It is not
only what you say that counts, but what you fail to say!
Love,
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