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

 

Or

 

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

 

Or 

 

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

 

Or 

 

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 David Moshal didn’t reply to my “loyalty” email I sent him on January 23rd of this year since just a short time be4 the emails I had blind copied him on being sent to @themoment were starting to be returned, I wouldn’t be surprised if David was intuitive enuf to have expected that “curved ball” far different to this knuckleball, there being no response to a knuckleball.

 

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

 

Or

 

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 Derrick Beare’s that was used to “wage war” against Fred DeLuca of Subway fame, the point being that King Golden Jr. Esq. had a really good point, the same question he asked although it was much briefer and more targeted towards the likes of Solly Krok who buttered this piece of shits ass more so than any other client I know although if King ever shared secrets he picked up while working as in-house general counsel at Science Applications International Corporation [SAIC] with say the Soviets as good as I am in ferreting out “crap”, hi Sol “Gambling Czar” Kersner’s nephew, I doubt anyone but G-D would ever find out the truth, SAIC so happens to be the spot where Mr. Debonair Communist JRK’s wife at one time headed up marketing,

 

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

 

Or.

 

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 Bridgette who was with me that night, she and I last hooking up at the 4 Seasons Hotel in Los Angeles just hours be4 I left 4 Peru back in late February 2001, Bridgette couldn’t remember the producer of Charlie’s Angels, Jay Bernstein, autographing the linen serviette

 

Or

 

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 Bridgette and SammyShoe Shine” Haim were seated to mention little of Bridgette’s cousin who later showed up, the daughter of one of my mother’s really good looking models, Madeline Usher is a name one can access on The Internet, quite interesting given all the publicity my mother received over the years, yet one, I believe, would have difficulty finding her name mentioned anywhere unless of course it is in the obituaries, something I am told people do as they get older.

 

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 Hong Kong

 

Or

 

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

 

Or

 

The Nextraterrestrial

 

Or

 

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

 

Or

 

Multiplied end up with the all important number 8,

 

Or

 

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 Ron Burkle and Dick Ziman and the rest of the Wetherly Capital Group gang, former President Bill “Kitchen Wallpaper” Clinton the least of my concerns, then we would be home free, the population expansion would stop overnight, we would then place dead bodies on the trains leading to the coal burning power stations as they convert over, remember we are getting rid of organized religion, to clean burning stuff like solar energy, and those who remain only a handful will survive the stampede once Wall Street works out that their business models so reliant on the Roman Catholic Church feeding folks shit hand-in-hand with the Democratic Communist Party chiefs no longer pencil out, the result being as I stated in July 23rd 2002 missive such action will result undoubtedly in the suspension of trading of shares in public companies, once and for all.

 

So getting back to this problem of me feeling omnipotent

 

Or

 

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 Canada, hey I have to make mistakes along the way giving folks like u something to hang their hat, u hungover

 

Or

 

Full-on hung out to dry, u must surely know all about Autoerotic Asphysxiation?

 

U not still thinking I am simple,

 

Or

 

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

 

Or

 

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 Cape town

 

Or

 

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 analysis right now not being worth a penny, naturally my Dad would give Penny Coelen a “heads up” that Devin Standard and I were now on our way to collecting a billion

 

Or

 

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

 

Or

 

Taken on a joyride perhaps by Graham Kluk’s younger brother with Trevor Goldberg, my failed student from the University of Natal riding “shotgun” who then parked the car a block from English folks’ residence in south Kensington, London, which after collecting on the insurance policy my step-father Alan Zulman, Arnold Zulman’s first cousin, then with the insurance proceeds in hand, forget the pain and suffering he collected on the liability umbrella coverage, u notice my mother hiding the umbrella behind her back, purchased the car back on auction, my thinking is that Alan had simply forgotten where he had parked the car the night be4, their one-of-so-many digs just a “hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from Princess Di’s last digs, not to suggest that Alan and my mother are alcoholics but given the licking I intend to still give, I told u I need an editor, their supporters my want to send them say J&B whiskey my father’s favorite, their address;

 

7 Hartswell Cottage

Wiveliscombe, Somerset

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?

 

Sow buttons on a brick wall,

 

Or

 

Rather my pigtail Bottoms Up Schooling has taken a while to perfect, despite taking a hit

 

Or

 

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 Ronald W. Reagan’s first term in office.

 

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 Ashs 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

 

Or

 

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.

 

Trevor although coming off the streets possibly didn’t spend enuf time in the surf thinking that simply being a serfer was enuf to get him in to such an incredibly powerful position essentially in a position to control the entire world’s commodity markets, incapable of seeing how he was far better off doing a deal with the vestiges of the Apartheid regime who ultimately purchased David’s trade show company Made In USA, as opposed to being “bushwhacked” by the English.

 

Then again my pal Trevor Manuel didn’t have much formal education which in many ways has served him possibly rather well but what about his constituents who now get to hear about how the French Canadians “bushwhacked” folks who had no business interfering with their business.

 

What goes around comes around, with a vengeance.