From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2003 4:07 PM
To: Debra Danziger
Cc: rest

Subject: RE:

 

Dear Debra,

 

Thank you sweetheart for the good wishes. You may have sent your previous email to an old email address of mine.

 

About an hour ago, 2:54PM PST to be precise I completed a 21 minute and 3 second phone call with Doug Royer the attorney I met for lunch this past Friday. Doug is a very “sweat” [sic] man and from all appearances my dog Pypeetoe likes him as much as Doug clearly likes Pypeetoe.

 

Unfortunately or fortunately, Pypeetoe has not yet started to speak. Suffice to say Mr. Royer’s law firm handled the estate matters of my very dear friend Anne L. Miller who died on Christmas Day 2001 and whose voice will be heard one of these days “loud & clear” on one of our websites spelling out things that perhaps others within Mr. Royer’s law firm would prefer would just disappear, much like the Nixon tapes as in WaterGate.

 

Fortunately or unfortunately, as the case may be there were two other parties besides for Anne L. Miller and myself present that day to mention little of the poor condition Marie and I saw Anne in just before I left on my trip to England when I did a number of things including purchasing Ccrest.

 

I mentioned to Doug that at the tender age of 13 I was well versed in terms of the chapters as well as “versus” [sic] in the teachings of the Torah, holding, believe it or not, somewhat of a tune, which combined with a deep rooted appreciation of the time spent by our ancestors in the desert equipped [me] well when the time was right how to respond to fast balls thrown at or near head especially so when sugarcoated. Nothing like now, wouldn’t you agree?

 

I am convinced that Taglach which are those toffee like desserts were cast upon us as kids not so much to keep the dentists in business but to know that no matter how sweet tasting something might be at first blush in the end you could end up with root canal treatment, nothing quite as exhausting as having to pull teeth, and why it would take a Jew to figure out that it is The Meek With Teeth Who Shall Inherit The Earth.

  

You may also have read that Marie and I have started a new business that takes old/stained t-shirts and converts them into "works of art" for the schools to then auction off in order to raise much needed monies. You may also have read California is broke which is why Marie and I have decided to sell our residences and hopefully if the worst comes to the worst people like my one attorney colleague Jeffrey Krinsk would provide a “safer heaven” [sic] in his guest house that is surrounded by more than a school of fish, piranha to boot.

 

Just this very moment I completed the 54 appendixes to a 238 page “opinion and order” by Shira A. Scheindlin who is a United States District Judge that spells in a nutshell, “doom and gloom” for the stock markets throughout the world.

 

I have been trying since July 23rd of last year to get people to pay attention to this one particular evil that has been going on for donkeys years but it seems most people are so sick and blinded by their own self-importance that they cannot see the wood for the trees and of course more than a handful of folks are going to have to resort to chopping wood to mention how fortunate Marie and I are to have a well to draw our own water if things dry up further as I suspect they will.

 

We are hoping to empower the youth who are our future not to be dependant on others to mention little of the older generation who for some reason seem to repeat the mistakes of the past that has the world today more chaotic than at any time perhaps in the history of our species; certainly we are at more risk of imploding than at any time perhaps even more so than during the Dark Ages when the bubonic plague hit Europe.

 

Right now the world population is fastly approaching 6.3 billion people and you may have read the number 63 I consider to be rather meaningful.

 

Suffice to say nothing would please me more than to have my only niece stand tall and to become a lightning rod for others in Melbourne and fukukta places like Sidney to do the right thing.

 

Now please understand that I still have Sidney Lazarus on my mind who may have just been having a bad-hair-day when he raised his voice to my dad, your papa after his mother’s aunt, Jenny Gevisser, passed away leaving little of a wake, a wake up call for everyone though wanting a handout as well as those seeking the public trust to produce timely, accurate and relevant financial statements.

 

As you know Jenny Gevisser was your great-step-grandmother who really wasn’t all that great but who knew clearly how to stretch a penny although she mostly had her hand out in the not-so-righteous manner. Your great grandfather Israel [Issy] Gevisser, however, didn’t leave that large of an estate considering the conglomerate he helped build from scratch, [first] pushing a  wheel barrow on the streets of Durban in order to make ends meet.

 

Not long after Issy’s death, which I think occurred in 1972, Jenny asked my Dad to increase her monthly stipend of some R500 which had been designated in your great-grandfather’s will.

 

Now although 500 South African Rands was worth a whole lot more than it is today it still wasn’t all that much for someone who had grown accustomed to living it up with the “rich & famous” and so your grandfather, living up to the great name his father had bestowed on him asked Jenny to simply provide him with a financial statement that would show how much in need she really was.

 

Suffice to say Mrs. Jenny Gevisser never did provide such documentation that would have spelled out loud and clear that Jenny “Ren” [sic] was in fact a “hole” [sic] better off than when she married the great man Israel Gevisser and of course by that time the other executors of her estate which included Sol Moshal were well up to speed that people like me were coming of age although not quite the drinking age where if push came to shove I would be able to ferret out where the skeletons were buried to mention little of Jenny Gevisser’s co-conspirator, Mr. Sol Moshal who masterminded the demise of the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies.

 

These assertions I have just made above are not exactly sweet smelling to a whole number of peoples’ ears including our next of kin but I kid you not that they know that this is all part of my business these days and when I mean business I mean business.

 

My own folks who happen to know the truth but who chose for a whole number of idiotic reasons to bury this all just like Jenny Gevisser decided to bury the letter you see in the “Israel Gevisser” hyperlink above that would have told us all what exactly had happened to our relatives in Vilnius Lithuania who were murdered by the Nazis.

 

When you start the process of telling small “white lies” it doesn’t take very long before you fine tune this skill and are able to get away with telling the “big lies” which is why of course you are not surprised that generation after generation keep repeating the same mistakes time and again.

 

So much so that when you ever hear a fukukta adult tell you, “You will have your chance to screw up” do the smart thing, and run a hundred miles in any direction and why it pays to keep a dry pair of sneakers on hand at all times along with a start up kit of GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com

 

In due course I will be communicating with the offspring of the Lazarus family in an effort to get them to do the right thing. It really isn’t all that necessary that Sidney Lazarus apologize to “papa” for at this time it would amount to nothing more than water over a ducks back, i.e. both Bernard Nathan Gevisser and I are comforted by the truth feeling somewhat sympathetic to someone burdened with filling the shoes of a “Pig” father.

 

Nor for that matter should Sidney be held accountable for the sins of his father but he should, however, be made to understand that his position in life, i.e. living in the big house just down the street from where Sol Moshal used to live and where I visited with him some 23 odd years ago, is as a result of a whole lot of shadiness as opposed to blessings coming from God, shoddiness to boot unless of course it is made of the right fabric.

 

There are several revenue streams for GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com including us getting blank new t-shirts and selling them at “swapmeats” [non-sic] as well as special functions such as birthday parties. Right now we are in the process of testing out different fabrications and getting prices on such items so don’t hesitate to ask your dad when he is on one of his buying trips to China to look into the pricing of such “peace goods” [sic].

 

Everyone is in a hurry these days and so you may see a hyperlink repeated “byte really [sic] is more than two in an email although few if any know exactly where they are going and so when you feel the need to sit back, pull out one of your mom’s cigars and try to spend an hour or “tTOo” [sic] certainly no more than 5 hours reading through the hyperlinks and you will have a better understanding from where I come all butt certain of where I am going next.

 

We have already "signed up" our first distributor/franchisee who happens to be an ex-south African we recently met. Our first "showing" is this weekend although we are having a "workshop" this Friday evening to further "fine tune" the model.

 

If you have any ideas or would simply like to be a "model" whether it be a "model citizen" or a "fashion plate" with a "twist or tTOo” [sic] let me know.

 

Right now I am “under the gun” to get a number of things accomplished including sending an email to my one attorney’s former assistant before contacting the California Bar; never though does it pay to be rushed, just cautious knowing that God is on the side of love and those who get it best first time round, i.e. better off dealing with the young who don’t have to contend with [an] expanding waste-line.

 

Say hi to your mom and dad.

 

Much love,

 

Gary

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From: kathy and david danziger [mailto:dkdanz@bigpond.net.au]
Sent:
Tuesday, May 06, 2003 1:18 AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject:

 

hi Gary,

I sent you an email a few weeks ago congratulating you on getting married

and you havent replied.....why?.....well, if you didnt get the email then im

congratulating you now!!

 

I miss you very much and i hope to see you soon!

 

i have to go

 

see you

 

love Debra