From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Saturday, March 20, 2004 3:56 PM
To: Damon Siskin
Cc: rest, FBI
Subject: FW: Mr. Class Action

 

Damon – haven’t heard from u in a while.

 

Tell me what u think

 

Or

 

At least what feedback u get from Sammy “Shoe Shine” Haim, surely he didn’t think I had forgotten how he tried to “fiddle” the mother of my one programmer, Adam Tucker with a bunch of gobbledygook, and more recently more of the same with his current landlord Greg Beckham, Greg not to be confused with the English soccer star of the same name.

 

Remember Adam’s mother was the girlfriend of your other big time buddy who I seem to recall neither of u being exactly enamored with The Shoe Shine Boy trying to get into Adam’s mother’s pants?

 

Naturally, u have worked out the x and y game, x and y friends, blah blah, quite impressive wouldn’t agree the communication I got yesterday from L Justice Thabane, I think it a reasonable guess that he wasn’t born into an English speaking white Jewish orthodox family although it is possible that he is related “Catsha” [sic] Buthelezi, the King of the Zulus, who often dined at my step-father’s first cousin’s home on Musgrave Road just a “hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from our Orthodox Jewish temple located on the corner of Silverton Road and Musgrave Road.

 

And u know of course, butt for one road, I believe, there are no roads in London which lead naturally to both Rome as well as our Ccrest Café in Minehead, England, the need to promote this “one of a kind majestic spot” so very important at this time, not to forget that I have absolutely no evidence that Rosemary Zulman, Jonathan Zulman’s mother and wife of Arnold Zulman had sex with Mr. Buthelezi, certainly my big mouth friend Clive Berkowitz now hiding out in Scarsdale, New York never mentioned anything about Rosemary giving birth to child of color, Clive, from what I recall, never thinking twice about the black slaves serving Buthelezi and the other guests, I don’t recall once being invited, first running their fingers along the rims of the toilets be4 mixing in the poo with the salad dressing, ping.

 

My never quite getting used to how surprising efficient the electric bell under the carpets would work never once to the best of my knowledge the slaves walking in ever interrupting the diabolical nonsense that was so often being channeled rarely if ever tho was their talk of numbered accounts in places like the Channel Islands, it apparently over the top of the Lilly-White-Wheaty-Eating BOSSes that the clothes they wore, the Channel dresses, the Gucci bags, etcetera etcetera couldn’t be translated into Rands and cents yet these “morons” in the kitchen, doing our gardening, cleaning our cars were supposed to compute with absolute precision how much salt to throw in with the already over salted kosher chicken soup, the same with your household?

 

My finding just one spelling error in L. Justice Thabane’s rather articulate email, do u think he went to the University of Natal, South Africa which catered to mostly brain-dead, Lilly-White-Wheaty-Eating nincompoops like u and me?

 

My wanting if it is okay with u to meet up one of these days with your buddy Arthur “Laughing Stock Curve” Laffer, although I might have got names confused a little when u, Vicky “Yellow Sticky” Schiff and I had dinner together over at the Pacific Grill in the Del Mar Plaza a couple of years back, well be4 a similar document to this one was faxed over to me on April 3rd 2002 from the law offices of Pircher Nichols and Meek shall inherit everything, over my dead body.

 

U recall my taking very careful note of everything including most importantly the “body language” which is part of the reason why more than a handful of folks are copied on this email.

 

U agree of course that we should judge one another not only by what we say and do but the company we keep?

 

Nothing quite like the feeling of “being kept?”

 

Next time your big mouth pal decides to shoot off his big mouth why not suggest he check in from time to time at the www.Nextraterrestrial.com website, dropping me a line would be fine as well, keeping of course his distance, distance learning fitting in so well with taking folks who have allowed their formal education to interfere with their learning on an educational light journey, agree?

 

And while possibly having The Shoe Shine Boy translate Torah Or assuming your Hebrew is as rusty as mine, into English, again assuming u r having problems with the hyperlinks due to increased traffic, think about all the shit he has stirred in getting to where he sits today so well perched no doubt like many, willing, able and ready to give Grand Jury evidence and then have him give serious thought to writing, not telephoning, Adam Tucker’s mother and offering her a heartfelt apology without feeling the need to blame anyone including having been born into a mud hut on the outskirts of Egypt.

 

Take care,

 

Gary S. Gevisser

 

Ps – When will “us” Jewish people learn that it never pays to “turn a blind eye” that it is human nature to gain courage when spilling the blood of others, mankind so incredibly hostile to nature, it no wonder so many of us see the graciousness of others such as myself as weakness?

 

Who can forget how Sammy Shoe Shine Haim spent so much time on the toilet living it up in the high rent district at the base of Machu Peru, while the likes of me chose an establishment elevated far higher up from the “maddening crowd” paying anything but “an arm and a leg” although quite able to afford more than a bucket

 

Or

 

Too to pee in, and of course I am high while knowing the expression is “not having a pot to pee in”, not on drugs

 

Or

 

In love “with my own shit”

 

Butt rather the greatness of this incredible universe that now is finally in the process of going “topsy, turvy curvy”, a great time to be alive assuming u have your values nailed down, your friends close and your enemies “at arms length.”

 

Ps II – Should any harm come to me

 

Or

 

One of my loved ones within my “inner circle” than I am sure I can count on u to keep the coffers full, which is not to say u should wait until I “kick the bucket” be4 donating generously to “our cause.”

 

Ps III – Would u know how I can reach The Twins, u remember those 2 blonde long legged beauties from Los Angeles who were the first to purchase that Mercedes sports that cost me a couple of grand, u may if u dig deep enuf recall that the one with the too kids was married to this heavyweight Los Angeles politician-business broker, and the stories we kept hearing day and night about baseball bats

 

Or

 

Was it something to do with the financing of an American football team that had the one twin, at one time most concerned that Ron Burkle was sumhow implicated in the scheme to have them both killed, and u remember that Ron Burkle is the guy who hired former President Bill “Kitchen-Wallpaper” Clinton when he emerged out of the White House with everything butt the kitchen sink and of course one could sympathize with the president who probably had to share the bathroom with his big butt wife but why the need to lie under oath, commit perjury, subvert justice, unless of course one thinks like The JRK and Mrs. JRK that their shit don’t stink?

 

Ps IV – What do u make of Ms. Kathryn Murry’s “Re: excuse me” email.

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Saturday, March 20, 2004 1:14 PM
To: Lenzner, Robert
Cc: rest; FBI
Subject: FW: Mr. Class Action

 

Robert – while u decide on a number of things…---…