From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2003 8:29 PM
To: Dcstanfill (Dcstanfill@aol.com)
Cc: rest

Subject: Perfect Storm V - The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth

Attention: Dennis Stanfill, former CEO-Chairman of MGM, AME etc etc.

Dennis hi.

I am under a tight deadline to get a series of e-mails out within the next half-hour, no later than 8:30pm PST after having watched more TV than I am accustomed to including Secretary Rumsfeld on the Fox News Sunday show and he had a number of interesting things to say although I only got the tail end of the interview. I thought he was going to be on one of the other Network shows today with “George Stefenopolis” [sic] the former whiz kid of the Clinton era throwing Rumsfeld a “master of disguise” his best, but pitiful shots.

I rarely watch TV these days but given the fact that I have the day off while the rest of the folks are in the “workout” mode I decided to simply vegetate. As an Annapolis graduate I would expect you to support the efforts of our troops but as you know support comes when folks feel you are generally past the mid-way point and until then most sit on the fence much like what is going on Iraq today to mention little of my not-so-little cause.

Secretary Rumsfeld undoubtedly has some internal conflict going on right now but none perhaps more so than his beef with Secretary Powell who is probably most concerned about how the slippery-road approach to winning the war in Iraq might affect this former Jamaican’s ability to make a living when this all-important first battle to take on the forces of evil once and for all eventually comes to an end.

Now I don’t know for certain that Mr. Powell comes from Jamaica but I seem to have this part of the world closely in my thoughts these days given my inability to get over what the executor of my estate Mr. Devin Standard told me about all these planeloads of jumbo jets heading over to Jamaica with white German women in search of new horizons, totally color blind which is something we should all celebrate, wouldn’t you agree?

Now of course Devin was probably just kidding with me but if there is any truth to this why don’t these women make their way over to South Africa where everything is going for song, thongs to boot and besides my Dad who is single, can fly at a minimum a Harvard trainer if push comes to shove as I impress upon the need to get out sooner rather than later despite his new pig valve non-worse for wear and tear as a result of his ride on the back of my Dukati a few weeks, remains quite a catch even as he approaches 90.

Of course we could have simply left this entire battle to the Israelis but then what would happen to the U.S. economy if per chance a rogue state like South Africa were to have rearmed themselves with nuclear and biological weapons of mass destruction while folks like the FBI and CIA were busy doing other things and our troops were not massed dead center in the middle of the universe?

In due course I will explain this southern tip of Africa problem-spot that few folks in the mainstream have been paying much attention to especially during the Clinton years that brought on a whole lot of cigar smoking.

As Rumsfeld said, “It will end and it will end successful.” The plan had us, “… prepared for the long war but prepared for a shorter war.” [sic]. I didn’t quite work this one statement of his out nor what I heard sometime before about the oil-services company Halliburton being thrown around in terms of oil services contracts once Saddam’s regime is wiped out, knowing that it would have the liberal elitists around the world having something to bark about?

I sometimes hear things differently much like I have written in the past that my dog, “Is all feet, no bark to his teeth, and afraid of the dark” when what my significant other actually said was, “Little piggy, is all feet, no teeth to his bark, and afraid of the dark.”

Time though is running out and you have my word my e-mails will be getting dramatically shorter since I will be in less than 24 hours fully prepared for both a short or long-term dragged out series of “chess games” knowing full well that once folks wake up to the fact that the road that lies ahead for each one of us becomes funnel like unless we start thinking not only differently but very smart in terms of how we execute, going back in time in terms of things that worked like the “corkscrew” without getting tunnel vision and holding on to just those things that really matter.

Those of us with the most to lose are the one’s who are going to suffer the most which brings me to your and my friend Mr. Newell Starks who is accustomed to say, “We are now down to the short strokes” and I am assuming you read about my one attorney-colleague Jeffrey Krinsk having to rest up due to all the backstroke he did the other evening while battling to save a new species of piranha I was hoping he would cultivate that could at some point in time be used to reduce the amount of fat tissue in us humans without having to resort to diet pills which then feed monster fat doctors. One of Mr. Krinsk’s closest friends though is a gentleman we constantly see on TV who is known around town as the Fat Doctor.

I am trying to reach Newell and/or his wife Nancy and/or their estate lawyer since Newell appears to have disappeared off the face of the earth; I doubt though that the 30,000 gallon spill has reached Austin Texas. Newell is a large guy and I doubt even a 1,000 piranha could get through him in less than a week. The point is that he doesn’t respond to my e-mails. I am appealing to you to try and knock sense into his head since you may be the only person in the world other than God who may have influence over him.

I never would have in a million years suspected that my relationship with Newell would end up taking center stage in the book I am writing, Manager Minute One, but when you are hell bent on empowering the youth who are our future to parent the parents who need the most help and the person who professes more than just about anyone else I know the merits of always doing the right thing and then fails to repay a debt, a debt all geared toward helping elevate Newell to stand up for himself as his wife and their two psychiatrists, according to him, were hell bent on painting him as an addict no less, then it seems it would be intellectually dishonest for me to give him only a honorable mention, wouldn’t you agree?

Wouldn’t you also agree that I would remiss if I didn’t go back in time and discuss the full nature of my relationship with Mr. Starks that began when I was keen to buy the post production company AME when I had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know you. The more I look at what went wrong with that transaction and later the circumstances that led to me deciding not to have you and Newell act as investment bankers for Sunmed despite my absolute confidence that you could raise the money, the more convinced I am that there are in fact no co-incidences in life but rather challenges that simply test our mettle on a daily basis.

One of the things I have learned although not necessarily mastered is to focus on the shadows which as you may know in art comes about from doing cross hatching. Jonathan, my girlfriend’s ten year old recently drew me a chicken although all you see are its legs and at the bottom you see 3 eggs and one is broken having fallen out of the nests which are drawn with excellent shadows, although I don’t think he used cross-hatching, constantly working on being one step ahead of his mommy and me.

Avoiding getting caught in other peoples’ cross hairs is something I have accomplished rather well over the years but now that I am 46 I think it is time for me to step things up and of course I am also prone to put my foot on the pedal but rarely if ever do I end up putting my toes in my mouth. As I mentioned in an email just the other day the license plates on my Dukati motorcycle add up to 46 although I must say I looked them ever so briefly so I could be mistaken.

Just the other day Danielle, Jonathan’s 13-year-old sister came into the dining room area where I was typing away. She is an early riser, showing me a bug she found on her cell phone when she got up that morning. There are in fact very few things that bug me these days other than folks who duck and dive from the responsibility each one of us has to hold the next person in check.

Please assist me in getting Mr. Starks to face up to his responsibilities. In less than 48 hours, unless I hear definitively from him or you or Thomas Stephens that my check is in the mail I will be stepping things up a notch or tTOo.

I feel it appropriate at this time to copy a number of folks on my e-mails interested in my well-being including Mr. Devin Standard, the executor of my estate. When Mr. Standard first met me it is unlikely he realized that he would be “signing on” for what has become I hope a rather interesting journey. In a week or so Mr. Standard and I could very possibly meet up in New York City where I will have the pleasure, God willing, of presenting in person to his father who is the president of the New York Bar Association the irrefutable evidence in my possession of the rigging of the recent Californian Gubernatorial elections that has many folks “hunkering down” none more so than the principals and teachers within the public school system who lack the courage to hit the streets with placards or at least stay home and start taking care of their own kids.

It is my hope that the folks advising these two children’s father who in the event my demands are not met by the end of the business day tomorrow will not, however, try to make more of my efforts to help out a school system that is fast going broke. And should any of them decide to test my mettle once again they will have to do more than break my back let alone break my bank given the precious metals I have storing all around the world perfectly equipped to go head to head with anyone who dares to further intrude into my business and of course I look forward to any and all contributions made to www.nextraterrestrial.com.

Having grown up in a bigoted environment I understand all to well how easy it is to intimidate folks not to do the right thing that then allows the bigots, the racists and their supporters to not only stand even taller but when the time comes for them to meet their maker their offspring often take the position that it is God’s will that they should be so well endowed.

No doubt some folks would like to disembowel me right now but I am not the enemy for it is man not God who is responsible for passing laws that allows the most outrageous, the most rapacious to leave earth with their bullshit legacy intact. I don’t care for bullshitters and care even less for those who co-opt others in order to save their dirty skins.

Mrs. Francis, the school principal at the Del Mar Hills public elementary school apparently saw nothing wrong in contacting my girlfriend’s ex-husband a gentleman who has already shown his true colors after I gave Mrs. Francis a rather good idea in terms of how to make a dent in her schools budget deficit that now has her laying off some 20% of her teachers.

We don’t know for an absolute certainty that Mrs. Francis contacted Dr. Stewart who sent his ex-wife a rather articulate e-mail after first sending her an e-mail 15 minutes before labeled only with the word “TEETH” that contained nothing else within the body of the text. Nor for that matter have we heard back from either Mrs. Francis or Dr. Stewart although as I pointed out just I think yesterday, that it seemed Mrs. Francis may have thought twice about further warfare with me although she may simply have followed my very careful request to avoid showing any retribution toward our Jonathan.

Marie Dion Stewart’s e-mail, however, to Mrs. Francis while copying her ex-“TEETH” -husband showed how bright, precise and all the wisdom one would expect from someone raised right with lots of light from above.

I am though contacting once again Dr. Stewart’s attorney Mr. George Hurst as well my one attorney, Mr. Jim Ashworth, to make certain that even if he and his client choose not settle matters with me tomorrow he does everything within his power to keep his client and his client’s rag tag supporters fully in check. My patience is wearing thin but I am resolute in making certain that I have done everything humanly possible to have made my rather brief yet colorful stay on earth worthwhile.

The other evening over dinner we discussed the possibility of the two children returning the Australian bird which was rescued from Dr. Stewart’s garage to Australia when they go there next month as part of Danielle’s school program. The quarantine issues may prevent this from happening but nothing will prevent me from at least trying to dispose of the bird to perhaps other public schools in the area where the kids’ parents and the teachers and the principals are not that rich but who would also like the opportunity to participate in a universal contest that has the winners traveling to far off places in search of the perfect wave and people properly in tune.

By the way, over the course of the past 72 hours as Marie and I have painstakingly devoted hours of attention to this bird there is some improvement in his-her behavior. Now if you are hard of hearing like I am this most beautiful animal might be just what the doctor ordered. Tell Newell that one of the first things I am going to offer Mr. McWilliams of Citicorp Ventures is whether anyone else on his genius leverage buyout team wants to bid on “Cranky Franky.”

Also ask Newell who has to be the smartest mathematician-engineer I know given the fact that most folks in the know at Texas Instrument would credit him with having invented the notebook computer what he thinks of the coincidence of two nails that have been displayed on the inside wall of our rock cabin for perhaps going back to the 1920s have the number 42 stamped on to their heads and the number of our family shop in Vilnius Lithuania was 42 which is 24 reversed which leads once again to Guidance tTOo.

Good day,

Gary

Ps – I have less than 5 minutes before the kids are dropped off by their father and I want to be off the computer and I have still another e-mail to get out. So if there are any corrections to what I have written I will deal with them tomorrow.