From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, March 25, 2004 10:45 AM
To: SAMOS
Cc: rest;
Glen
Subject: Next Symposium {:}...---...deep breath...---...{:}
I
heard yesterday from my Dad who asked after you.
B.NG.
provided me as usual with good material in my missives although this time
around he was simply calling to wish me happy birthday
and as he talked away I typed as fast as my dog is now breathing, now he is
doing one of usual big time stretches, Pypeetoe that is, my call with my Dad
ended rather well, clearly tho my dad with his leaky valve although he sounds great is
like each one of us to repeat, and I know this is getting rather boring, but we
r all very much on borrowed time, my having spent a few minutes as I do each
and every morning checking out the markets around the world, to day not much
different to yesterday
The
day be4 other than the deafening silences coming from posts I have been making
in various spots on The Internet.
The
ones that most folks following my missives closely would be looking at r those
at eraider.com
and without me going into any detail about the unparalleled level of debt being
accumulated by the super rich at breakneck speed which has everything to do with
them feeling the need to support their “over the top”
lifestyles since who else would be dumb enough to hang a noose around
their neck unless of course they were in to Autoerotic Asphysxiation, a subject
matter I learned about back in the 1980s my attorney-buddy King Golden Jr. Esq. either had a
client who died from using a closet door as opposed to the “hydraulic control
lever of the shovel in the operator's compartment of the tractor”
It was a girl King
“banged” who saw this as the only way out,
although I seem to recall King mentioning this was something gay guys were into
It was just something his
buddy Mark had tried and got all knotted up.
Mark was at one time an ACLU
attorney living in Denver be4 joining up with King sending robotics thru the
sewers hooking up gastroenterologists blah blah, Mark once presenting a brief
on behalf of the American Indians to the United States Supreme Court, and then
there was that question posed by King as u sat on the coach of our living room
as he and I began work on pulling together the pieces for a book detailing the Epilady saga him asking,
“So why is it that the Jews find themselves time
and again being shepherded into the gas chambers” [sic].
Right now the name Marilyn
Chambers comes to mind but there was this girl called Marilyn Silver who I grew
up with who I spent time with a few years back when she was visiting with her
brother Lionel Kahn
who I first lived and worked with when I arrived in the United States back in
1978, Marilyn essentially coming to say “goodbye” to us all, it quite clear that
she was not going to beat the cancer that was moving closer and closer to her
lungs, quite upsetting to see quite the brilliant mind having to focus finally
on her rather good body.
Marilyn left no children
as opposed to Dr.
Michael Moshal who left a bundle, I think 4, all boys, the oldest David Moshal
just getting into his mid teens, Michael whose letter dated February 24th
1981 details stuff like me apparently playing rugby with the World
Champions Womens rugby team that I simply cannot recall, his death-life sum 8
months later no doubt impacting his family more than me since I was back in the
hussel and bussel of “making a living” perhaps also because
I was expecting it my having visited with Michael within hours of him being
diagnosed with a spot on his lung, never once having inhaled a cigarette and
from what I recall no history of such illness in the family.
I was not surprised that
The points that I raised
in that “loyalty brief” much like the brief sermon Professor
Rabbi Abner Weiss should have given on Yom Kippur to the Orthodox Jewish
community in Durban, South Africa, testing the mettle of the Durban North Lazarus clan to respond “in kind”,
the “as much as it pains me…”
while causing sum initial grief could have been all that was needed to turn the
victory of the 6 Day War “freeing Jerusalem” allowing the
likes of us Gevissers sum 7 months later to admire the Wailing wall some of us putting on the
religious ornaments for some reason not even
fearful of leaving a note in the crevices, shedding a tear
Too 4 the brave men and
women like Clive
Gurwitz who I believe was a special-forces paratrooper, into a
bloc-buster success?
So why cry over spilt
milk, why throw salt over one’s shoulder, why c palm readers, why, to
this, why to that, why be so fricken superstitious, why not instead follow the
rhythm of the Jewish beat go “back and forth”,
i.e. just be SMART?
Fourth Consulting is a
company of
The truth about each one
of us is what will set us all free, the sooner folks get onboard,
again never to be bored, with what this life is all about perhaps beginning
with the “diatribe”
I sent very early this morning to Cristina Lanata
who I believe is still studying medicine, the sooner this world may begin to
start healing.
Time is running out and
why when speaking with my incredible father I never bothered asking him why he
hasn’t responded to my missives of late even those directed to him, and
it has nothing whatsoever to do with the “fear” of making
him uncomfortable, possibly having a heart attack and dying, but rather the
“effort in futility” would result in too negatives, the
first being my father would have to lie which would send him into an even
bigger tailspin than the one awaiting King Golden Jr. Esq., hi Po-li and second, it would have
distracted me from my mission which is to get more and more eyeballs coming to
the Nextraterrestrial.com website.
What can you do to help?
Well there is a lot,
there being a high price we pay for a cheery
consensus, blah blah.
U can c I have done quite
a bit of the spade work.
Second, third, fourth,
fifth, sixth and finally seventh heaven
awaits each and every one of us who simply does “good”,
number the essence of all things, evil
U were not with us that
night when I penned The
Loneliness of the long distance runner back on October 19th
1987 and when I met with our South African friend
The hand gun Jay carried
on his hip that he stroked all night long as though it were his “kid” [sic]?
Passover is coming and u
know I am not kidding, just like I wasn’t kidding when I said I would
follow up with Tori Spelling who I chatted with in private at a small
table just a meter from where
The things people do and
say in order to get over the daily grind is quite amazing to me, just take a
look at this character TCO who one can
only wonder if he finds time to brush his teeth let alone “fcuk”
[sic]?
There r a lot of places I
could go with that last hyperlink although right now I think I will simply stay
put, the sun is finally beginning to break thru the fog and when it does then I
will head to the beach with Pypeetoe who slept the entire night while I pretty
much contemplated my navel.
TCO’s,
“Dang…you know your shit!”
says pretty much everything I have been trying to say 4 the life of me 4 G-D only knows how many people would
have the courage to tell it exactly the way it is and the recipient in this
case, Professor Aaron BrownNose
Brown would not be in the least bit offended, on the contrary he may be, no
strike that, he is in all probability wetting his pants, assuming this
guy TCO is actually a real person and not BrownNose
actually playing with himself, believing that there may in fact be a G-D who is
protecting him from me, me just a Rattlesnake,
agree?
Moving on, my father no
doubt thinking whether he should speak with my brother-in-law David Danziger
be4 David returns from
Whether he should wait,
look into purchasing a boat and simply stocking it with all the kitchen and
houseware stuff that they sell from the factory shot in Melbourne that is
David’s backstop in the event the yoyos in South Africa who screwed him
“left, write and center” [sic] after he did the most amazing job of
turning the behemoth they bought from that idiot who thought at 100 years of
age he could do what he did with a similar drug store chain to say Longs here
in the United States.
Now this guy was less
than a 100 years of age biologically speaking but clearly he was like most
people who think their shit doesn’t stink well on his way to being senile,
something I contend begins from the moment one starts crapping, need I remind u
about the poor poor poor women who sat in the balcony seats of our Orthodox
Jewish Temple located on the corner of Silverton Road and Musgrave Road, my
plan is still to respond to L. Justice
Thalbane, if not today, why not tomorrow
The Nextraterrestrial
What about this Lenzner
character from Forbes Magazine who must be thinking to himself what?
At we can assume he is
taking a pen to paper and seeing if he can come up with 4 digits which when
combined either added
Multiplied end up with
the all important number 8,
Any number?
Not that many number
sequences which have such a finite set, including Perfect and Prime Numbers?
And of course even though
mathematics wasn’t you favorite subject there isn’t a soul who has
ever worked with u who would argue that there maybe, just maybe, might be a
handful who can compute as well as you and Marie, she though has chosen at this
time not to compete in the real world since she has me taking on not just one
fricken goliath but convinced that I think I am omnipotent capable of even
slaying dragons.
I just looked up and in
the bedroom there is this thingamabob that is on the wall to hang up pictures
and 4 the life of me I first thought it was a dragon fly which scared the hell
out of me, my getting a whole lot of courage the other day when our friend
Bryan Taylor thought he was moments away from death, an ornamental snake which
lies across the entrance to the rock cabin which Marie has been decorating
while also painting masterpieces the past too days, thinking it was real had
poor poor Bryan thinking immediately after that he was now fricken omnipotent.
Now if we can get
everyone thinking they are omnipotent since we cant seem to get people to like
one another then were it not for simply having to dismember the Roman Catholic Church piece by piece ever so
careful with the frescoes and movable art and then there is
So getting back to this
problem of me feeling omnipotent
Should I move on to
another subject?
The sun now almost fully
out so I will just finish off quickly, hi BrownNose,
Sidebar: Make sure u r not shredding documents thinking that
the excuse u will give to the Feds that u needed toilet and were trying to save
trees given our pal Caren and her husband having clear cut all the rain forests
in C
Full-on
hung out to dry, u must surely know all about Autoerotic Asphysxiation?
U not still thinking I am simple,
How
about simply crazy about watching as u collapse into a heap of tears.
Nothing
worse tho than being lazy, and then what if I am right about a number of
things, and remember I am in the process of taking over eraider.com whether its
owner, Melvyn Weiss, likes it
Not.
Eventually they will all
come out of the covers even the worst of the worst farters need a breath of
fresh air once in a while, agree?
By
possibly reading in between the lines my Dad may feel it is not safe to use
even these telephone cards that cost less than what it costs me to place a call
say to Mr. Debonair JRK in
downtown San Diego although The Internet is really the way to go if in
fact u have nothing to hide, agree?
Ok
Samos is a good choice.
So
my incredible Dad may have simply decided to sell my property in
At
least take out a mortgage on it, perhaps just provide it as collateral, buy a
jet although it would probably make sense to just do a time share with one of
Warren “BO” Buffett’s aircraft leasing companies,
bundle up my sister, my niece, and then there is Tracy the dog on her last
legs, call my uncle Leizer in Denver, get the number of the Chinese Embassy in
Lusaka, Zambia who took over his house when the communists came to power there
in the 1960s, his regular afternoon sundowners creating quite the climate,
folks so forgetful in terms of trends, trend
Too
each and every day until the masses get the picture that they r in fact in the
“pound seats” the smart money having left the market has
absolutely no where to go which is why the likes of yoyos like Lenzner, Lambert,
Lubove, I will add other perhaps 10,000 names at a later time r so
deafeningly silent.
They
are now essentially not simply down and out, but when u have a business model
depending upon an expanding population base that can no longer be counted on,
no strike that, that does not exist, the best that u can hope 4 is that my
message will not get out, that u will simply ride things out, over my dead, you
assholes.
So
there is these friends of mine in Beijing who I met up with just weeks be4 the
“Trainmen Square” [sic] massacre who I
haven’t heard from since but I have their names, addresses and telephone
numbers somewhere along with photographs in the studio and then there are the videos
I took one I believe contains a segment of me talking at the top of the Beijing
Hotel overlooking Red Square to a bunch of young school kids on exactly what I
have don’t have the foggiest idea, it still quite foggy outside, although
the shades r down, so now I will really speed things up.
When
Leizer gets the call from my dad he might think B.NG has simply run out of
Viagra.
My
dog just winced as he scratched his ears, constantly on the move, hot one minute,
cold the next, his thin silk skin so telling of us humans who as a result of
the testosterone build up have mostly forgotten why G-D-Nature dispensed with
our shells forget why we continue to chase our tales, insurance the death nail
in the stock market which will soon have the masses celebrating and 4 those
“phat cats” who “cry poverty”, yes they
will soon be very poor, surprise, surprise the birthday card from Royal
Mater did not include title to any of their properties not even a pink slip
to one vehicle, not even the red one which was apparently stolen
Taken
on a joyride perhaps by Graham Kluk’s younger brother with
7
Hartswell Cottage
Wiveliscombe,
TA42NE
England60
Telephone
number UK-44-1-984-6-24088
Hey, I am just warming up in
response to this bs E-mail
Royal Mater sent me on April 30th 2002, and yes I am
now just finally getting caught up, and so?
Rather
my pigtail Bottoms Up Schooling has taken a while to perfect, despite taking a
hit
Too
of pot in my 47 years my memory rather good?
My
reminded at this time of Mr. Debonair JRK
once telling me when I told him how the folks at Homefed Corp had driven me
“knuts”
[sic] that I “downplay” what amounted to a rather infinitesimal
hiccup in the scheme of things my “change”
email spelling things fairly clearly wouldn’t u agree?
To mention
little of these yoyos wanting to delay things a little there being sum minority
shareholders in this fair sized development who the President Paul Borden
thought were possibly not good looking enuf?
Borden
u must understand is one incredible hunk although I don’t recall in the
entire period I worked with this yoyo that I ever saw more than his hairline
since his head even when stretched was no more than a millimeter outside of his
shoulder blades, nothing like money
growing on trees, as they set off explosive after explosive without in
my opinion “proper and adequate” insurance in place, then again
what the heck do I know about insurance coverages?
At
least laugh at the last hyperlink, my having dragged the bones of this
cow a good half a mile to the rock cabin with
all sorts of tailings and skin still attached, now if all them bones
don’t scare off the likes of Mr. Debonair JRK
then I have the likes of u in reserve!
Who
can forget how effective u were when u sent Mr. Golden Esq. and Roger W. Robinson packing when they came trying to
cause trouble, equally important did u c our pal Roger on 60 Minutes,
hi Matthew Margo, not all that long
ago, interesting that RWR would now be
part of the group “trashing our great President” remember Old Roger
was quite the Soviet expert at the National Security Council during
Hang
tight.
It
is almost over.
Help
is on the way in the form of folks like Bryan Tailor who seek adventure
as well as uncertainty which is half the fun.
I never
forget your birthday and it is not because of it being election day, so what do u think of
this Jewish professor BrownNose thinking my “bull” was a “suicide note.”
That
“elect” hyperlink takes u to
the email I sent out on Tuesday to Vicky Schiff with whom I have the
“deal of a
lifetime”.
I
could have easily have “cashed in my chips” settled with the
Wetherly Capital Group and then reaped my 10% dividend from now until
eternity and if need be escape like Ashes to Lorenzo Marquez,
become another African white king, and drink sundowners each and
every afternoon and who knows given my connections to the Oppenheimer family,
my uncle Joe Ash’s second wife with whom he
had too kids, has a brother who I believe captains Nicholas Oppenheimer’s
very white shoes cricket team, and then live happily thereafter, although based
on sumthing I read
saw
on TV the “wheimers” [sic] like to drink beer which
reminds of another member of National Security Council who recently
became a “redneck”, the red perhaps superfluous when talking about
“turncoats”, shifts occurring ever
more so than be4, and as u know the super-rich just love their World Wars, the
collapse of the Weimar Republic no mistake.
Make
no mistake when the world finds out how much of “clearing
house” the WCG are 4 big time crooks buying off politicians whose
real power comes in the form in getting their cronies on to big time
commissions, Ms. Vicky Sticky now on
the Los Angeles City Employees’ Retirement System, not quite as
all-omnipotent as the California
Coastal Commission this previous hyperlink giving u
somewhat of a sense of the characters who thought when they sent me this nonsense that they were omnipotent.
If
only I would simply take the attitude of “live and let live”
could have me quite easily owning the “bulk” of not
just the island of Samos where your maternal family may very possibly
trace their lineage to Pythagoras if only we had his DNA but if I really wanted to get away from
the maddening crowd then I bet I could cut a
deal with South Africa’s Minister of Finance, buy say Robin
Island, through an offshore company headquartered say in Singapore enter into a time share
agreement with Merrick Wolman’s uncle, Sol “Gambling
Czar” Kerzner and live happily ever after, agree?[1]
GG
Ps –
I’m copying Glen since I thought u might want to say hello to each other.
[1] The reason I choose Robin
Island as opposed to say the Greek island of Skiathos is that treasure hunters
right now visiting this spot where Nelson Mandela was held captive for most of
his 27 years in prison like the rest of the relatively large number of
sophisticated whites still living in South Africa stealing blind, such treasures
given the fact that the limestone Mr. Mandela chipped away at pretty much
blinded him will become that much more valuable when he dies, right now my hero
is nothing more than a hero, once he dies and becomes a legend such treasures
will go thru the roof,,,, make me man, find me a find, catch me a catch,,,, fiddling.
I
assume my uncle Joe Ash bought a villa in Skiathos back in the 1960s
in order to peek at Jacqueline Onassis sunbathing in the nude although more
likely when having sex with my mother’s client Aristotle Jackie was only
thinking about my incredibly good looking uncle.
When
David
“Crazy” Altman reads all this and then reflects back
on me getting our pal Trevor Manuel, South Africa’s Minister of
Finance to sign this photo when he was simply the Minister of
Trade and Industry seemingly unaware that he was being “shredded to
pieces”, he won’t necessarily just laugh.
Then
again my pal
What
goes around comes around, with a vengeance.
