From: Gary S. Gevisser
[gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: 'Devin Standard'
Cc: rest
Subject RE: Kapow
…Polygraph
Devin, wonderful news everywhere unless of
course you happen to be a member of the “Reign or Boy” [sic] households whose “head
of households” Howell Rains and Gerald M. Boyd were summarily reigned in &
“executed”
their passing tho to be recorded as nothing more than “suicide” unless we can
prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that they knowingly destroyed just one
innocent person’s reputation in which case it would be wrong to label them
anything other than “murderers” a basic tenet of Jewish Law.
At sum point these #1 and #2 top dogs
responsible for what many ignoramuses around [the] world consider to be the epitome of “free speech” may be willing to go before a jury of their peers to make their
case why they shouldn’t be “banned” i.e.
never allowed to show their face in public again, to never be quoted in public
to be watched nite and day so that they don’t have the slightest opportunity
ever again to spill their filth including why Mr. Sulzberger, “whose family has
controlled the Times for more than 100 years”
shouldn’t also hang his head in shame for NOT applying “pressure” along with
“the New York Times Co. board of directors to seek the resignations of his top
too newsroom executives.”
I just got back from the beach with Pypeetoe
who has finally settled down not being able to find a spot anywhere else in The
Cave but on the “chez
lounge” snuggled up so close that in order not to restrict his lung movement I
have swung my legs which are now resting on the ducati’s saddle bags that have
yet to be placed on what Jonathan refers to as the “crotch rocket”.
I no I may [be] repeating sum
information I have mentioned before but I am in quite a hurry because I have
approximately 8 emails that I would like to get out today that I will be
working on simultaneously with this one including one to Di
The old saying as goes
The fact that the media are talking about
how everyone was so surprised by these events should give anyone with just half
the number of IQ points of both Poli Pollak and me
combined, i.e. 100.5 enuf reasoning horsepower to know this dog don’t hunt.
Who would have thought that my comments about Colin Powell’s son wittingly or
unwittingly making a most brilliant decision earlier this week would have the
folks at the top of the dung heap imploding.
Of course I am copying Valerie Schulte,
King Golden Jnr et al of the Washington Bunch crowd along with others who make
up a valid statistical sampling of the world’s population who are getting
hungrier by the minute but who should get sum nourishment out of what folks
like you and I have to say, healthy mind↔healthy body.
It is now going on 1:30 PM PST and while
typing away here as quickly as a bat out of hell before my laptop overheats
which I think is the main cause of all the problems I have been experiencing
lately I am also trying to purchase too tickets online for tonite's showing of
Pentecost at The Old Globe Theater. I was having sum difficulty following
instructions but I now have confirmation
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539514-03w:98038-116085/233462 |
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I have spent most of the past too days
going back & forth mostly between this humble but very quiet abode and the
beach doing little more than contemplating my navel while Pypeetoe has been
toning his muscles ready to take on the world.
Today he was in full gallop for about 3
hours solid making mincemeat
of the sand dunes created by the workers building tunnels and laying pipe all
along the Del Mar cliffs next to the railway tracks to prevent the trains one
day ending up in the oshon. I couldn’t
help but shake my head as I listened very carefully to the expl
Normally tho, folks who really know what they
are really talking about are able to make me understand at least just a wee bit
in terms of what principals are involved or at least be able to justify that
the benefits exceed the costs which will unquestionably run into the millions
probably 100 million before these guys put their blunted shovels away and move
dirt around in another of the few remaining pristine spots here in southern
California.
Once again the keys on my laptop are starting
to stick which is frustrating the hell out of me and of course anything we can
do to get the Devil out of each one of us is all good, so I will be forced to
slow down 4 who would be happy with me Mr. Goodytooshoes all the time, agree? I
will tho be using symbols and updated English
The Cave tho, is not tho quite as quiet as
Stonehenge II. I simply cannot get over the fact that WWIII has finally got
into hi gear, thank you G-d for sticking with us and continuing to inspire our
great president and our very grand First Lady.
So why shouldn’t these yoyos along with
that old bag Martha Stewart get arraigned for their misdeeds, spilling forth
filth no different to the mullahs these past several hundred years and not just
when the first issue of the New York Times hit the streets and the “Jew hating
Jews” began hitting pay dirt?
The only thing one has to be careful with the
news that D-Boys, i.e. the too top dogs of The New York Times simply “crashed”, yet tho, to feel
the pain of those they have burned over the years is how someone like Rush
Limbaugh, the so-called “conservative” talk show host will respond given the
inkling of folks like your buddy Polie Pollak to start twisting things around,
arguing that Limbaugh is, and has always been, a plant by the liberal
establishment to undermine the integrity of those who believe in less
government and more individual responsibility.
Hell if you cannot work out that Senator “loot” Lot and Senator “Weak-knaed
” Thurmond, the centennial Republican
hadn’t mastered and executed this brilliant play that resulted in both a white
and black person as spokespersons for the mostly inbred white color elitist
establishment in the world then you are obviously in need for sum of my Bottoms Up Schooling
[BUS],
in the end tho, it is only the numbers that add up, math the only language ever
so close to perfect.
The world is going topsy-turvy-curvy and I
couldn’t be happier altho I was kinda surprised that you mite agree that the
number 28 is a prime
number altho you have had more than your usual distractions as
of late but the same cannot be said of the vast majority of brain dead folk
copied on that last email to
This heat buildup is really slowing me
down but it gives me time to reflect on the fact that old
There is fun in the air everywhere one
just has to look around to mention little of whether Poli
Pollak might decide on a name
change once he sees how
closely it is tied in with the “Poligraph”
[sic] which seems to have shut up
There is always the possibility that
I would
say that the owners of this house could get 5X as much rent muni as they get
from both
Given time constraints and the keys which
are sticking more than ever I will leave any further thoughts for another time.
I am listening to a CD that is a hodge podge of
artists, the one artist who I think is dead and had a very bad hair do but a
rather good voice just sang the words,
“I once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die…baby slow down...I keep my
eyes wide open all the time…because your mine. I find it very easy to be true…I
admit I am a fool for you…I walk the line…lite…I keep you on my mind day N
nite…because your’e mine I walk the line…You’ve got a way to keep me on your
side…for you I will try and turn the tide…close watch…because I walk the line.”
Top dogs everywhere are taking the plunge being forced to shove
their poison tipped arrows up where the sun don’t shine ripping thru
their colons eventually piercing their lungs and sum mite argue that getting my
dog neutered was the first step in turning over the apple cart, the race to the
finish line now fully underway, space going at a premium at Nextraterrestrial,
just a matter of time but with time slowing down as we all get into rocking and
rolling, time for folks to stop and think smart.
It must be the breath of fresh air that is
circling the world, a new dawn awakening, no doubt the diesel Mercedes now out
of California helping somewhat. Just help me out with this “pink-eyed kids” segment.
I just took a quick nap
and I am now in recovery stage; most importantly the keys on the laptop are now
working perfectly; this traveling “back &
forth” and I may still need to take the sleep out of my eyes.
It is now going on
I will be taking the time
out over the next several days to line up my ducks of that you can be rest assured.
I am not absolutely
certain the next email I will be sending out will be to respond to the email Diana Henriques of the
It is quite a dance these
yoyos on the far left have going with those on the far rite who think that they
exist for no other reason than the pursuit of their own happiness. You will
notice in my footnote to my buddy Jerry sum further thoughts on the subject of self-indulgence that perhaps rather than having children being the
most self-indulgent act in this universe is tu think that the number of people
at your funeral will be other than that determined by the wether to mention little of the biggest myth of modern
day times is that those with an education know best simply because they learn
to talk and somehow use that as a substitute for wisdom, cuming out of
institutions like Yale, Harvard, Cambridge & Oxford different idiots than
what they went in, but idiots nevertheless.
Let me also know when you
hear next from Poli Pollak. Before I next communicate with South Africa’s Minister of Finance
I want to be as certain as one human being can possibly be that your buddy
isn’t in fact advising the democratically elected South African Government but
brain dead nevertheless on muni matters which would possibly explain the deep
slump Mr. Manuel is currently experiencing altho I doubt his former wife is
talking to members of the media about what exactly caused their relationship to
break up. I assume the Manuels are now divorced, a hi probability in this day
and age where there are so few value added manuals, hence MMI, “When the dialogue becomes too monologues it is the beginning of the end” that will
come with free updates.
The gentleman in the
center of the photo in that “diaglogue” hyperlink is my uncle David Gevisser
who was kind enuf to give me a letter of introduction to the top dog law firm
located on Bush Street in San Francisco when I first came to this country back
in 1978. David is seated between my folks on the right and my father’s sister
and her husband Leizer Molk on the left who has got even better looking with age.
Never ever to forget
Martha Stew-art
and Christopher Byron playing footsie-footsie
in a restaurant during the Summer-Autumn of 1999 while I was going to the
trouble of calling Christopher on my dime, a dime I have yet to be reimbursed by
the attorneys who prosecuted the case against Ms. Stew’s co-director of Revlon,
A picture tells a thousands
words and you may recall me mentioning that David Gevisser has the worst
stutter I have ever encountered altho it is possible that his son, Mark
Gevisser, a renowned gay activist soon hopefully finding the time to get with
the program and finish the autobiography of Thabo Mbeki, South Africa’s
overqualified President, could surpass his father’s endless hiccup, possibly
even kick the bucket when I lay out all my cards on the table, showing him and the
world my strategic resources for engaging in “arm-to-arm combat” without so
much as using the word butt, nothing tho shuts folks who have very little to
say than smacking them square in the face with success in the marketplace.
As I and/oar
my heirs go about making lite, hay and dough out of the twist,
“a whole lot of shaking
going on…dominoes. Who have you been loving since I have been gone. Whose been
playing around with u...black moustache.”
it is my sincere hope that
Mark Gevisser will eventually take a deep breath, then rest up a while be4
visiting with his Dad providing David Gevisser who was more of a Moshal than he
was a Gevisser with the facts of life that just because you can impress a prick
like
I know that last sentence
is quite a mouthful but I started to get in [tu] the CD that is on a “continuous
play” mode. I think the singer is Roy Overland?
With time running out I simply
don’t have the time to expand it and besides I wrote it mainly for brain dead
South Africans who possibly wouldn’t make head or tail of it even if I had
someone as eloquent as yourself, edit. When you spend so much time in a spot
like
The “Leizer Molk” photo
was taken recently over at
I think given the number
of photos I have scanned into my website directory that show a number of WWII
fighter-planes having seen better days it is only appropriate that I let you
know that there is no evidence to speak of that my father “pranged” any neither
during training nor in any of his 71 missions over rather hostile territory and
nor should I add is there any evidence that my father was part of any Jewish
conspiracy during WWII that had the folks responsible for planning and executing
Israel’s War of Independence with the decks firmly stacked against our Jewish
brothers and sisters, relying on damaged planes to mention little of the
importance of spare parts needed for a cum
from behind victory that simply blew the British away to mention little of the
aggressors whose offspring will in time be properly schooled. Truth is in the
air.
I just got a call from
someone interested in the black Mercedes once owned by
Which brings me back to
your weatherman buddy who shoots off his mouth so hafhas-idly altho I don’t think Poli Pollak is ultra-orthodox Jewish? For
sum reason tho, Poli, the epitome of the self-righteous left, copied me on his
response to you, “must
be in the jeans!!!” [siC]but still hasn’t responded to my “Poll” email
to him back on April 16th to mention little of him not following
thru in calling to let me know when it is convenient for he and I and of course
I think you should cum along for the ride, to appear on any one of the Network
shows.
By
the way the “id” hyperlink shows a photo of my mentor Amos Wright in the
southern gentleman look, but if you look closely at his eyes you will see why
you wouldn’t want to be in the trenches with anyone else, a Marine and Navy
Officer battle tested in War on the hi-seas as well in the art of maintaining peace on
land, never, never, surround yourself with “Yes men, they
will kill you.” Both the beard and the moustache are apparently real.
I couldn’t help but collapse in laughter altho there were no
visible signs other than perhaps lifting my eyebrows making bigger trenches in
my forehead when I read sumthing the other day opposing the recent decision by
Colin Powell’s son to allow more gobbling up by the already over rapacious
media giants suggesting such actions would have a negative effect on the
quality of shows shoved “hand & fist” into the households of the “populust” [sic], and yes it all cums down to trust and of
course no one can rely on the Social Security Trust, #2 in terms of oxymorons.
Again, this was in fact an ingenious decision that will
ultimately destroy the National Association of Broadcasters a lobbyist group
for the brain dead such as Ted Turner altho they mite argue Cable and TV are
distinct and different and actually compete, much like steak and lobster, i.e.
when you are dead, you are dead and just because your heart is pumping and you
can still pee with a “de-kath-eter” hanging from
your penis or worse yet feel the need to give a speech when all the women want
is to have sex with you doesn’t mean you can think which is the message I want
to get across to our kids, so please help me fine tune the pitch.[1]
I would even agree to Larry King Live unless of course Larry
is long dead; just remember it is just a matter of time before the Poli Pollaks
of the world, King Golden Esq, et tu Brute,
contend that Larry King has been from the very start nothing more than a rightwing
“plant”
to broadcast to the world the utter stupidity of the liberal bent, as in, “Let
me show you how?”
My plan is to
upstage Hilary Clinton, at least to sum degree, when she appears on the “Bawa”
[sic] Walters ABC Special on June 10th which coincides with the 4th
anniversary of my “going public” for the
first time in taking on Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman of
Revlon Corporation, never will I forget altho I will forgive Mr. Krinsk for
making fun of my rather pathetic, yet formal education.
I
did meet on Wednesday for an extended lunch with “Jrk” and I must tell you the chicken-pot-pie
was out of this world, but I just couldn’t help noticing all the other yoyos
seated at Rainwaters that is a very fine restaurant even for the likes of
Richard Rainwater altho I don’t remember Bass
on the menu and you no there really wasn’t anytime 4 us to kid around.
Once again tho, I
beat Jeffrey by sum too minutes getting there on the Ducati even after dropping
the bike right at the start & consequently I didn’t feel in the least bit
bad about him picking up the tab and in fact I don’t recall even thanking him
for the ++++.
As
I have said be4
the Ducati is very unforgiving and it pays to warm it up. My ankle is still
hurting.
More importantly
than a banged up knee, calf muscle still aching from the last time I played
“touch rugby” is that everything is firing rite with this incredibly atypical writey
friend and of course I know to look to my rite as well as those on the far
left, the Poli Pollsters of the world soon possibly having enuf time to eject,
then confining them to a small enuf space to enjoy their own mess, how about a closed-in pigeon
staging pen without of course a pot to pee in since they so much like the smell
not only of their own farts but more so it seems the incredible rot that spews
forth out of their mouths that pollutes the skies even in a fukukta place like
mile high stadium, agree?
I
also realize that being within my “rights & privileges” brings with it the
risk that others will seek other means to stop me as I set the chew chew train
into hi-motion, tuf, as “tuf love” is all I can say to those who dare; better
for them to dream about ways to join in and enjoy the rest of this incredible
journey that is only now beginning.
I
could just see Poli and Dr. Stew together in one pot, Dr. Stewart, the right of right, “Let me show you how” farting
his nonsense, barely capable of speaking, while the left of left Poli
“Pollster” [sic] with all his education chokes on his own vomit which Dr. Stew
then laps up that increases his farting, the hot air flowing until such time
that we now have a perpetual motion machine that could allow us to leave more
oil in the ground that keeps space ship earth on track moving comfortably at
light speed thru the universe quite noticeably different to the speed of lite
within a non-vacuum environment, just ask someone who is punch drunk, i.e.
anyone of my foes, and of course speed kills, the same with friendly-fire an unfortunate, fortunate, cost of doing business #1 and less of
business #2, all a matter of perspective.
Do you think between me,
you and the beast we can fill up a stadium up in your neck of the woods advising
everyone to first evacuate their bowls much like what the SMARTER
fighter-bomber pilots of the WWII did before going on a mission. What do u think that man with the hat bending over is smelling 4
or do u think he rigged the plane and is now wanting to destroy the evidence?
And
why the Digital Age will not allow anyone to “duck & dive” each and every
one of our moves soon to be recorded and for those of us who recognize that G-d
watches each of us moves right from the start forcing us even when making love
to be better each time the earth moves it is all 2nd Nature.
And those of us of course
who are fortunate or unfortunate to have so much time on our hands there are +s
& -s, remembering if you are with a woman who can count each time around
you have to get better otherweiss catchung” [sic].
I
seem to remember there was this football team that was called I think the
Thank
G-d is all I can say for Mr. Pollak senior for having committed himself to
raising a “pig-me”
[sic]?
I am
slowly cutting back on the coffee but did have 1 & ½ cups with breakfast
over at the American Café that is owned by a man married to a South African
woman who deserve a helping hand and besides their coffee and food are
excellent but the wife is related to one of the Epi
characters who had
hoped I had by now jumped off on to Mars.
We
do have to get together sumtime in August when Mars will be at its closest in sum 75
thousand years altho I am told that unless one is using a powerful telescope it
doesn’t get any closer. It would be really nice if we could reintroduce the
Gevisser brand of Gipsy Coffee and have you aboard a space rocket
thumbing your nose at the fukukta NASA intellectual midgets saying, “And you
thought pigs don’t fly” as you head off to Mars with of course Jeffrey Krinsk
alongside.
Another reason the too of
you haven’t yet met, this way you will get to no one another without being
distracted by incredibly beautiful waitresses who of course don’t compare to
any of our wives, so Campbell Soup just relax. Best of all you won’t have to
deal with Jeffrey daring tu question your formal education.
It
became rather obvious early in our lunch conversation that Mr. Krinsk has yet
to read much if any of my emails, looking at me kinda sideways when I told him
that I had in fact attended university, that there exists somewhere a copy of sum
fukukta certificate that my father sent me sum 25 years ago that has yet to be
opened, certainly I haven’t looked at the scroll that contains I am pretty sure
a B.COM Degree
which stands for Bachelor going back to the year dot, God not to moc.
Not that long ago Jeffrey
wanted to know “Who is Gremeltech?” which sumtimes appears in the “Cc” line and
I assumed that at least Jeffrey read the response to my dad congratulating Marie+I on getting married.
I
wouldn’t be in the least bit surprised if Jeffrey has already emailed my father
without copying me just to see whether my dad still claims to be related to me,
possibly tho, just wanting to make certain I am who I say I am.
Perhaps Jeffrey questioning my credentials is compounded by
my telling him that no one else from my immediate family other than my niece in
Australia has called to congratulate us on our wedding to mention little of
Jeffrey now going to possibly read the court documents relating our incredible
victory in Judge Hendrix’s courtroom back on October 24th altho you
were there as a witness but again the problem here is that Jeffrey has yet to
meet you, and of course I haven’t had the time to pick up the phone or send
an individualized email announcing our matrimony, until death do us part.
It
so happens that I cannot recall a single family member commenting on that
miraculous “come from behind”
victory butT my family are pretty on the ball and probably read
not only Dr. John Ben Stewart’s first outrageous declaration signed “under penalty of
perjury” where he obviously confused me with
someone else but they may also have taken the time out tu read his second
declaration also signed “under penalty of perjury” in which he goes on for sum
7 pages about unadulterated nonsense and of course time doesn’t permit right
now for me to discuss Ms. Kathryn Murray’s pitiful declaration but the one
comment my mom would have just love reading were the too sentences side by side
beginning on line 22 of page 2 which declares in black print on white paper,
“When
this occurred, Marie placed all of Mr. Gevisser’s belongings outside her house
for him to pick up. At that time, Mr. Gevisser threatened Marie, with the
insistence that she owed him a large sum of money.”
First,
my mother as well as every member of my family will attest to the fact that I
never once picked up in the 1091 weeks I was a resident of
Both
parents were also smart enuf to have worked out their differences before I
arrived on the scene including setting aside monies each and every month to
afford help around the house in the event they got into a scuffle.
Furthermore
when you see your parents always behaving respectfully toward one another,
never allowing politicking to enter the mind of certainly their youngest it is
unlikely there will be all that much to pick up and besides simply buying stuff
for kids to win over their love went out in the Dark Ages.
Nothing
tho like have rather enlightened folk to take care of you despite them both
having spent so many years in a deprived society. And G-d help anyone who dares
to declare that “us English” are a bunch of drunks, funny accents, yes. Now
to be clear on this matter of “fisty cuffs”
between my parents.
I have no idea what went on their bedroom but not once do I
recall either my father or mother exiting with either blood streaming down
their faces or any bruising and remember my mother has skin very similar to Marie
who has now warned me repeatedly not to load up any pictures of her naked
seeing nothing wrong tho in my loading up sum of the stuff I have been
collecting from Penthouse Magazines over the past several months.
And of course at sum point I plan to communicate with Kathy
Keeton the vice chairman who I still seem to recall was once a stripper at the
Butterworth Hotel in Durban or perhaps it is just the “Butt”
as in who is “buttering
her bread” these days making everything she did getting to the top dog position
worth all the aggravation she might possibly endure from me in the future.
In
all likelihood Ms. Keaton is my kind of gal and woe to Dr. Stew or his equally
deprived attorney who once tried to make hay out this
hyperlink, the sick folk they are. I bet you my bottom dollar
you will never see either Dr. Stew or Mr. George G. Hurst smiling in my
company, naturally that is, without them bending over big time to make amends
for their outrageous behavior that makes anything in any porn magazine pale in
comparison.
Nor
for that matter do I recall my mother once lifting a finger let alone a hand to
my father and to my father’s credit the only time I saw or heard anything
smashing was when a cigarette ashtray that I happen to have in my possession
went flying across the room and perhaps it was simply my father warning my
mother that in the event she didn’t quit smoking their youngest son would
somehow find the very best class action litigator to fix her chain smoking
habit “once and for all”.
It
would have been one thing for my dad to help around the garden but it would
been a bit much to expect my dad to don a French maid’s outfit. The point being
that Dr. Stew has shown time and again how incredibly unfit he is in every
single category under the sun and of course during discovery I will unearth
every complaint ever filed against Sharp Memorial Hospital, their Medical
Director having “by-ten off” [sic] far more than he can possibly chew, no
poison pill provision, at least not on my watch.
Perhaps why
Dr.Stew just took a week off tu try and get into sum resemblance of order,
shape is sumthing this idiot doesn’t have a clue about to mention little of
values and of course when it comes to chromo, the richness of the colors, the 3rd
leg in the stool in getting a painting to cum alive, we have the most
incredible evidence in the world showing him to be a bigot, none more compelling,
however, than his second ex-wife, my treasure’s declaration signed “under
penalty of perjury.”
I
doubt that my parents who worked hard enuf and saved whenever they could tu
afford a maid or too ever generated tho, the amount of cash Dr. Stew-art makes
altho I haven’t seen any documentation that shows he cannot afford a maid, even
once, every say 10 years which is how long he and his second ex-wife were
married nor do I think he can produce receipts that he ever paid a maid in the
10 years they have now been divorced and nor for that matter do I recall Dr.
Stew ever responding to Marie’s “pigsty” comment about the home where her kids
spend sum 50% of the time but we can’t however, forgive or forget that “teeth”
he sent her right before sending her the “principal” email he thought would have me go off the
deep end and instead had me firing off the first round of my “principia”.
No
longer am I gong to be using the last 3 letters of his last name for reasons
that are obvious.
There
was as you may know a scene involving Dr. Stew’s current girlfriend back in
1999 when Dawn was told by Dr. Stew that I had referred to her as his maid
which was untrue.
At the Thanksgiving which was held at Marie’s house, I
cannot remember if we had yet served the turkey, when Dawn proceeded to try and
trap me right below the trap door in the garage leading up into the attic,
clearly wanting tu take my head off and given her size when compared to me she
could have just bent her neck, stretched just slightly forward, opened her
massive mouth, which is about the only thing the same size of mine and lobbed off my head no doubt leaving my teeth
behind for that would have made my mother oh so upset, Zena
Gevisser breaking all the records, addressing
stuff such as the Importance of Being a Woman and
besides my mother got tremendous pride out of my 64
sets of teeth.
And
you wouldn’t want to kick Zena Gevisser or her “nanny boy” anywhere near our
mouths. I have had my shares of broken bones & bloody noses but never has
anyone come close to knocking out my front teeth and were it not for my rugby
skills of being able to “duck & dive” I would have been lucky to have come
away with only my wisdom teeth remaining.
Make
no mistake Dr. Stew didn’t only get every single one of my most important physical characteristics wrong when he
pranced down to court to start this wretched ball rolling, never to forget
Jonathan, a ten-year-old, more than a fukukta stepson to me, in tow, describing
me much closer to Dawn who has had her share of court battles and perhaps much
more which would no doubt all become part of the discovery process as things
heat up to mention little of Dr. Stew using like any other bully someone else
to shoot their poison tipped arrows.
Dr.
Stew thought that by rambling on, too signatures signed “under penalty of
perjury” no one would ever go back and take a look at the diatribe that even if
u had got a monkey to throw darts at a keyboard u wouldn’t have been able to mess up as much as this lunatic did.
And the more I think about all this the more convinced I am
that we should be very careful to compare animals who behave rather well even
when going to the toilet than to the likes of men and women like Dr. Stew
and his Kathryn Murray.
Both of them, by the way, like to dive, and never will I
forget the time the too of them were hitting on each other on that very same
spot where you are seated wearing that bloodied
glove.
Not
only did I never, not once, ever “pick up” any of my belongings outside of
Marie’s house, if any were placed there, for according to Marie it could only
have come about “by the hand of G-d” [sic] and I have yet to hear Marie ever
use the word G-d other than when making fun of me calling Pypeetoe “god.”
So its possible
then that the garbage man made out but then again I have never kept much of
anything at Marie’s since we mostly hang out in the nude, just kidding, quite
different to Dr. Stew who hoards and clearly feels at home living in a pigsty just one of the many
reasons why Marie decided “Enuf is Enuf.”
Finally
on this one not altogether unrelated matter that has yet to be resolved; my
mother is in fact sitting on most of my cash altho whenever I visited with her
I would always say “What is mine is yours” altho what she may have heard was,
“What is mined is yours” and thought that I was possibly threatening to blow up
the entire village of Wivesliscombe where she lives with my step-father when
not traveling to Israel to help with mine
removal operations.
My
English folks were great fans of “Princess Pi” [sic] who was like most people
with to much time on their hands was barking up the wrong tree going after visible
targets when most of the damage is done with the brainwashing that comes from
poor parenting.
And you were thinking I had possibly forgotten about the
boys and girls who masterminded and executed with pinpoint accuracy the rigging
of the California Gubernatorial elections held last November 8th.
And
of course who is surprised that JBS has yet to congratulate his second ex-wife
having made absolutely certain she wouldn’t repeat her one and only mistake in
life, so Mr. Hurst Esq. why not take all this and smoke that in your big fat pipe.
Hey, I can
spell when need be and again buster it is time for you to speak up loud and
clear if you see any problem with any of the photos I still have hyperlinked and
remember I am not giving you permission to enter my website PDF database
directory. And one final point if in fact you are no longer in communication
with your client Dr. John Ben Stewart [JBS] as he last protested to his second
ex-wife then please let me know.
I am
also using this email to communicate with my former attorney Mr. James C.
Ashworth’s former assistant, Jodi Ruiz,
that I will be sending over a messenger to her offices the first part of next
week to pick up my files which happen to contain the originals of some headline
comments Mr. Krinsk once wrote and of course he was thanking me in his rather
profound way.
So
Jodie, don’t sit on this email and remember u very likely will be called as a
witness as I turn up the heat on JBS et al and of course Mr. Ashworth is in
deep dudu. And while I am at it I will copy his niece, Gabriele Forsyth over at the
Republican Party stronghold who along with the attorney for the NRCC continues
to do our great President George W. Bush a great disservice.
Devin,
sorry about that interlude which also had me taking another call on the Mercedes
which lasted 25 seconds which came just 15 minutes after Marie called to let me
no she is about to take a shower and “not to rush” but all the more reason to
finish off. It is
I
will have to delay the other emails including one tu my friend’s son whose name
is Gabrielle, an
attorney+chef looking for a possible “▲ of life.”
By
the way, I think you really would do just great being a spokesperson for Gipsy Coffee
and maybe by the time I am done with Polie he will agree as penance for all the
nonsense noise he is responsible for now circulating within earth’s atmosphere
ad-infinitum to do a commercial spot or too for Gipsy Tea which was also one of
the family’s brands.
I really cannot
ask much more of Mr. Krinsk 4 his has gone well beyond the call of duty also
letting me know that there were other witnesses lined up who could have been
helpful to nailing Ronald “O Ring” Perelman but for sum reason fearful of the “Capo
Di Capi”. Can you imagine this pint sized,
bald, deprived character whose only claim to fame is that he has stolen sum umpteen
billion dollars having the balls to threaten folks who he simply co-opted to do
his dirty work? I can’t wait to the next elevator ride I take with him.
Now
bare in mind that I am still waiting for Dr. Juma to get back to me to schedule
my getting “fixed”
and so I need to work on finding a spot to place my testosterone in safe keeping.
The more I
think about some of the other emails I need to get out, perhaps I might get to
one or too when I get back from the theater this evening assuming Pypeetoe
wants to go for a trot on the beach since I am not
allowed to use the computer at Marie’s house.
Do
you think when I get around to responding to Diana Henriques of The New York
Times by using hyperlinks to sum of my slogans to mention little of Marie’s
“When the dialogue becomes too monologues it is the beginning of the end” this
may serve to better protect our trademarks than relying on Wes Anson who has
yet to get back to me so I can forward him and his associates with our
GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com business plan?
I did tho, give
it all to him on the phone in less time than it took for me to provide Jeffrey
Krinsk with the entire “nuts & bolts” of what will be contained within
Manager Minute One [MMI] including all the evidence I believe will be necessary
to convince 99.989% of the population who can read and write that I have
finally translated into English from math Einstein’s remarkable equation e=mc²
which is proof positive of the existence of G-D-Nature and as you know RNA is just
a hole bunch of messaging, Man-kind perhaps one day being removed from the
number one spot in the list of oxymorons which reminds me I still need to
update Part II of my Xmess 2002 gift to Danielle.
Ps-I started to run into
hyperlink problems and since I have to be out of here, dinner before theater,
perhaps Chez Loma, altho when I stopped by the house Marie had a mini dress laid
out. Really hot. I must now run. No time to check. Tomorrow, hopefully, another
day, otherwise just go at it!
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From: Devin Standard
[mailto:devinstandard@yahoo.com]
Sent: Wednesday, June 04, 2003
8:42 PM
To: Brian Stanton; 'Angie'; 'Arnoldo';
'Ellen'; 'Hippy'; 'Mongo'; raymond' 'moulton; 'Nasty'; 'Po-Li';
'Raymond'; 'Toombs'; alisonstandard@prodigy.net; TOM BAKALY; arpad;
award@optonline.net; Tony Bartosek; Andrew Battmer; BEAST; JB Behrins; Bettina;
btrynne@aol.com; Christopher Burke; Andrew Cozine; curtycurt76@yahoo.com;
diamse@yahoo.com; Tatiana & Dirk; Donal; donnyboy!
Cc: mt evans; Glen Farmer; Sam
Fischer; gary; Gary & Geist; William Giorgini; Francis Stanton Jr. M.D.;
David A Michael; Michael; Ted Miller; Mitch; Mitchell; Jacki Muir; Jacki &
Paul Muir; Ringland Smith /Kristy P. Murray
Subject: Kapow!
5 year old Victoria Standard captured the giant 2nd
place trophy in this weekend's Tae Kwon Do tourney and Alexander placed
5th. Alexander's match turned into a full contact event. He out placed 15
other 8 & 9 year olds. He was fortunate to be wearing both the mouth piece
and the cup. Not as much blood as in last month's King of the Cage event!
Devin
Brian Stanton
<Brian.Stanton@kbm1.com> wrote:
