From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, April 06, 2004 2:27 PM PST
To: Devin Standard
Cc: rest; FBI
Subject: Next Symposium {:}...---...Nose Ring...---...{:}

 

Devin – maybe I should have been clearer in my earlier E-mail.

 

It is one thing for the man, your father, Kenneth Standard Esq., to make the choice, as poor as I believe it would be, not to be the one carrying the “football-footsak

” directly into George W’s office, since the documents in my possession, many already loaded up on The Internet, are irrefutable in terms of where things are headed, derailing Citigroup one of the very next steps in the recovery process.

 

Of course it will be a lot of fun, better now than when it picks up more speed, speed while often killing more than the driver is very much working in our favor as the world goes topsy, turvy, curvy, beautifully curved bodies a G-D-Send, so what do u think is up with this Andy fellow and the t-shirts?

 

Do u think he thinks his next assignment might be to set fire to the Huron Indians’ TPs just north of Quebec City, this vengeance business getting a “byte much” [sic].

 

Just finished a late lunch, now sitting back in the Hudson Hotel library with my back to the entrance looking out the window, a Belgian, very attractive lady, seemingly happy husband and quite the beautiful loving child confirming I am looking over 57th Street, not exactly the Hearst address on 64th and 5th which is one away from Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman’s enclave on 63rd, still planning on doing the rounds to the doormen, so far this profession containing a wealth of knowledge almost as good as going through their daily trash on the sidewalk making so much sense to cut a deal with these folks then dress like a clown looking like when things are tough panhandling when left with few options to trade such information with one of these Wall Street yoyos sitting less than 10 meters from me talking the biggest lot of crap.

 

The one guy in the white long sleeve shirt earlier on the phone trying to set things up with what seemed to be his former stomping grounds, seemingly quite surprised that a particular secretary was still there jerking off the rest of the gang, the jacket ladened snake oil Wall Street trader facing me sitting opposite the Lilly-White-Wheaty-eating-beefed up yoyo this very moment commenting,

 

 “Without a doubt, my idea is to be the first...I took it on the chin, I probably should have hedge better

 

Lilly-White,

 

“The logical next step, I need to understand...

 

Jacket,

 

“We can do it right now, u sign... we sign...if you want you could go it alone... you can be the beneficiary of a staggering... executable... its automatic...if I am posted you get filled, um, that’s huge... everybody is going to want to jump on board...I am very focused, I’m extremely excited... in the absence of capital there has to be some added value... I have million sitting in a bank ready to do this and then we have The Rattlesnake and his panhandler buddy Derrick Beare ready to provide everything they own, all the deals they are currently working on, any and all future revenue streams from the likes of Vicky ‘Sticky’ Schiff ready to provide the collateral” [sic].

 

Devin, I do need to get one of those phone cameras that automatically loads things up to my website, probably www.real-tycheck.com perhaps the best photo besides for these life-size ones of what I believe is one cow wearing all different hats is my laptop computer sitting on a bed of ice.

 

Even tho the fan appears to be working this technique which is an adaptation of something I first learned from Veronica Hearst the most recent wife of William Randolph Hearst VI should one be seated say having lunch and one feels the temperature rise to simply order ice on the water, and just very casually without letting anyone think that you are sweating bullets

 

Or

 

Simply getting excited about the possibility of having sex with the person seated at the next table as opposed to your incredibly boring date, slip one wrist against the ice cold glass, every so often take a sip be4 transferring the glass to the other side, following the same steps, back and forth, eventually all thoughts of cheating on your partner-significant other disappear into thin air, then of course there is the question of what G-D thinks, agree?

 

It is my understanding that due to Veronica’s meddling in the affairs of the Hearst Corporation this rather terrific guy who called it exactly the way it is lost his seat as Chairman of the Board of the company that his father, William Randolph Hearst founded and built into what is today in my estimation a whole lot more valuable than both Microsoft and Berkshire Hathaway combined and that assumes in arriving at a net liquidation value one gets Warren “Bail me Out” Buffet to “adequately reserve”, much like asking Queen Beatrice of the Netherlands to abdicate in favor of Dr. Jonathan Beare who may for all intent and purchases be already making all the most important decisions although I suspect he would defer to his former boyfriend Colin Cowie to decide on the décor should he cut with the bs and assume the throne.

 

So what else do I have to complain about other than what’s up with the French?

 

I thought English was the frontrunner, then again no one really knows how much French I understand, 10 years with the same mind-blowing, wild, table-top dancing French Canadian coming top of her class time and again, math, Marie Dion just hours away in the space of time from producing incredible works of art that when packaged with Manager Minute One has me now seriously rethinking the retail price of $27, then again my “special agent” will decide such matters.

 

Should the Hearsts decide to sue me for any possible breach u can bet your bottom dollar I will do my utmost to apportion blame squarely on the shoulders of GS who essentially provided me with all the initial wording in December 1993 “State of the Dis-Union” [sic] that in my opinion stopped the Hearst Corporation from feeling their fair share of the pain from the dot com implosion, agree?

 

Butt Devin it is another thing for your dad not to hand hold me when I make my grand entrance into those too Grand Juries investigating criminal activity involving a member of the New York State Bar, the issues of jurisdiction, blah, blah good for dialoguing with the likes of Po-li Pollak, hi there coward, certainly not me, the possibility of Po-li being one and the same as that TCO character bopping all over the eRaider.com website has crossed my mind.

 

It is time to at least consider setting all our clocks at the same time, certainly dispensing with day light saving, most importantly up to each one of us to set the tone for bringing about a whole new far healthier world order without the likes of Melvyn Weiss and Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman cleaning up, time and again, in the end the numbers do not lie, mankind not simply incredibly hostile to nature but his unkindness to his own species unparalled I would suggest in the annals of evolution, his superior mind affording him-her the luxury of making excuse after excuse until such time as everyone on the planet is coughing at the same time and who the hell can hear anything let alone tolerating some idiot while coughing out their lungs screaming, “Bless you”?

 

Everyone here so incredibly polite, but once u have been around the block as many times as you and I quite amazing how all the veneer disappears into nothing short of thin air when things don’t go according to plan, there are certain specifics going on right now that I cannot talk about and for very good reason not simply because I have given Derrick Beare my word, at least equal in importance having thought thru things enough quite certain that if I was to make a decent enough argument to get Derrick to change his mind, he would at least reconsider very carefully all the negatives versus all the positives of such disclosures reaching the masses which even if the one deal he is working on does not materialize the nature of the deal will however, be revealed, just a question of time, such a deal on its own may not amount to more than a pimple on the backside of an elephant but when combined with all the factors I have been gathering about the fragility of the western economies and most importantly the frailty of the masses who have been “bushwhacked” for eons just a slowing down in their work schedule by the workhorses not these yoyos hell bent on manipulating the markets adding a flat zero to the Gross Domestic Product there will be less monies available to feed our growing number of servicemen and servicewoman, sufficient in my estimation to send the financial markets into a tailspin from which there can be not a “wing and a preyer” [sic] of recovery, my thinking about that $14 Mjito.

 

I doubt at this time that the death and injury toll in Afghanistan and Iraq have had a negative impact on our youth signing up so willing to risk their bodies, but what about their souls, the lack of good paying jobs in the private sector keeping tho the body bag manufacturers with smiles on their faces, in time the too-faces of those of us who failed to stand tall will have those faces turning ugly, the hands on the clock keep moving, remember in E=mc², the precision begins to break down as we approach the speed of light, and again we are only talking about light traveling at 300,000 kilometers per second in a Deep Space-vacuum environment.

 

The expression, “Everything becomes mathematical at the moment we reach the speed of light” has like in everything we express in English an element of truth, English being ripped out of the Latin, one of the spiritual languages blah blah, no escaping the consequences of the evidence I have been amassing on a number of subjects-objects, the waiter just correcting me in my pronunciation, “Moheatoe”.

 

Working backwards, take a look even at this poster TCO’s verbiage in his post 859 replying to my post 858 and what he had posted earlier up on the “Intersextions” [sic] lounge another of eRaider.com’s message boards and u cannot but notice how little activity there is over there specifically to mention little again of why this website continues to operate given its disastrous track record in both its investment fund that eventuality shut down and their inability to attract traffic.

 

Melvyn Weiss Esq. is not altogether deaf, dumb and blind and remember there is every reason to believe he is a member in “good standing” of the New York State Bar Association.

 

This is, however, all very serious business much like Weiss’ role in getting the $4 odd billion settlement for mostly Jewish slave laborers, my having called recently for an audit, again not exactly lost on deaf ears.

 

Remember again, I have publicly announced my role in “blowing up” one of Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach’s SCALs, the Splash Technology Shareholder Class Action Lawsuit not lost even on the likes of Mr. Debonair JRK who right now if your father were to call him up would have tremendous difficulty in mouthing words suggestive of me being anywhere close to insane, nuts of course, I am not the only guy in the world nuts about Marie Dion, perhaps Mr. JRK simply relying on the strategy of old, placing a ring through your father’s nose and leading him around the merry-go-round mindful that Mr. JRK is very good at making money and wouldn’t be dumb enuf not to continue the grinding process of separating the wheat from the chaff, agree?

 

And if your dad caught on to his game there is always,

 

 “I am sorry Mr. Standard but I got a call coming in from Spain, and then I have to speak with South Africa’s Minister of Finance, Trevor Manuel about ways to support the Rand, now its raining let me check my umbrella coverage, blah blah”

 

Naturally when the Mr. Rat JRK doesn’t follow up on his commitment and return the call in this lifetime assuming your father has nothing better to do with his time, persisting with Howard Finkelstein Esq., Mr. JRK’s former United States Attorney law partner, Mr. Finkelstein assuming Mr. JRK can count on him to hold fort as their assets are moved offshore, will likely suggest that your father hop on a plane to California meet him at the Matre D restaurant in La Jolla where Howard Finkelstein remains banned, later while throwing in some Yiddish mixed with gibberish as well as a healthy dose of ying and yang nothing quite like Marie’s IN-FINITY, to mention once again my difficulty in getting a handful of t-shirts made in the Big Apple, coming up with all sorts of artful-fart excuses as time passes by.

 

Long be4 I met Mr. JRK I paid a lot of attention to how easily distracted we all get, remember my schooling began in earnest back in December 1967, at age 10, on that train ride from Zurich Switzerland to Kitzbuel Austria and then there is Marc Rich one of the very last if not the last person to receive a Presidential Pardon on Clinton’s last day in office, you recall my good school boy buddy Roy Essakow whose mother was the catalyst in getting me off my butt, playing no small role in getting George W. enough votes in Florida to have him elected President, Roy making his much talked fortune working for Rich in Zug, Switzerland, crumbs in the scheme of things, all part of my writings these past going on 4 odd years that have in Marie’s words, “No beginning, no middle and no end”, Marie agreeing wholeheartedly with GS’ assessment of my writing skills not overly confident that I can change, then again, Marie, my partner-wife has never really been in business with me, she now wanting to get rid of her gas guzzling Pathfinder, let me know if u have any takers.

 

Until such time as one has actually “sweated bullets” with others one must be very careful in judging others.

 

At the end of the day when you examine very carefully my track record without going beyond what I have accomplished outside the island of Manhattan there are few if any halfway competent literate individuals on the planet who would consider me anything but very credible, beginning with my intimate knowledge of how things are done on 47th Street in The Diamond Invention district.

 

Naturally, I only mention our private Swiss bankers name, Mr. Jost, time and again, since I assume he is dead, deafening silences are music to my ears, hi Mark Gevisser, my not receiving “tenure” with Codiam Inc. the spelling of this one of kind diamond establishment should not get in the way of telling you everything about how desperate Mr. JRK was in trying to distract me from my mission of putting him on the spot where he would have been required to appear in a Los Angeles court on my behalf dealing with real world issues versus tap dancing with judges specializing in SCALs who are all part of the fix, hi Professor Grundfest.

 

I am this very minute, 5:18PM ET with Derrick Beare who is giving me the horrific news of Arsenal beating Chelsea 2:1 in an unbelievable soccer match, the Arsenal fans apparently crying in the stands, and to help drown his sorrows this one-of-a-kind-friend now insists I meet him at the 4 Seasons on 58th between Madison and Park, doubtful it seems we will make it to the Seder dinner at his in-laws scheduled to begin at 6PM ET, so I must wrap this up, checking it possibly later.

 

Just listening to the song, “I have a man. He is always late...The way you are acting lately...A man is a creature that has always been strange... he is going to make a change...”

 

I understand full well how easy it is to jump around from one problem to the next there being no starting point and ending point to all of this, but then again my command of mathematics positions me in a somewhat elevated position keeping track of pretty much everything around me especially when I am in a “safe house” surrounded by some of the most beautiful women in New York City, a lady seated at the chess table less than a meter away seeing me uploading photos as hyperlinks to this website just interrupting the flow a little, wanting to see a photo of Marie and I will leave it to your imagination which photo I showed mindful of not creating a riot in this once again very happy, happy, happy spot, very quick am I to let both guys and guys know that I am married since my wedding ring looks a whole lot better on Marie than my stogy miniscule hands.

 

I tell you I just love this Hudson Hotel, and the fact that there is no name on the outside of the building enough to have all my adversaries including Ms. Kathryn Murry look elsewhere to satisfy their negative attention needs, hi Money Talks.

 

I am not suggesting for a single moment that you

 

Or

 

Anyone else find me a hole to hang out until the storm passes through, the moment tho you don’t see me as a breath of fresh air that is the moment I move on.

 

In the words of our JoNathan, “NO DEVIL MOVED ON=NO DEVIL MOVED ON” again not necessarily very meaningful especially when one has allowed despite all the protestations-mantras one’s formal education to interfere with one’s learning, and tonight during the 2nd Seder dinner celebrating Passover we lean.

 

Mean what we say, action-inaction-reaction speaks volumes in non-vacuum environment such as SpaceShip earth, I can in fact teach perhaps today as well as my first math teacher Mrs. Smith who was the first to notice I could compute rather well, listening most of all to the heartbeat of the universe that says death beginning to pass by those households not paying attention, the signs very much on the wall.

 

Got to fly.

 

Gg