From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: March 21, 2005 3:21 PM PT through March 23, 6:11 PM PT
To: Eliot Spitzer - Attorney General of New York State
Cc: rest; Whitman Knapp Esq. - Office of Attorney General; Michael Berlin Esq. - Office of Attorney General; President@whitehouse.gov; Ghurst@hurst-hurst.com; Ernest.patrikis@Aig.com; Ron.Bellows@AIG.com
Subject: Garden of Eden

 

 

Introduction:

 

Dear Mr. Spitzer,

 

This past summer when I last spoke with my Royal Mater she asked after I drew certain connecting dots that she appeared to be genuinely unaware of asked, "Are you not concerned for your life?" so bear with me as I jump back a quarter of a century when I knew exactly how little I needed to do to not only stay in the good graces of the most powerful people in the world but how well positioned I was, still 21 years of age, to die the richest person in the world as long as I continued to keep my big mouth shut.

 

Towing the line is simply not in my vocabulary much in the same way I was programmed well be4 coming to the United States to chant myself to sleep, "Can't is not in my vocabulary the impossible shall be done, miracles take a little longer".

 

The decision a couple of months back by my Royal Mater to tell Mr. Tefo Mohapi a 25 year old black South African and total stranger who was calling her in England from South Africa, direct dialing from the United States, 011-44-98-46-24-0-88, amongst a number of things "Gary has powerful friends" is funny as well as 100% true.

 

Who in their right mind would believe that not only would the consigliore of consigliore to the likes of Aristotle Onassis and the much more disgusting “bought and paid 4” [sic] Robert F. Kennedy, Attorney General of the United States who along with his spineless brother President John Kennedy aided and abetted the Diamond Invention responsible for the greatest enslavement, torture and murder of all time be worried about her poor, poor, baby son whose biggest problem in the world right now is finding a way to overcome all the hits our website-s r getting which interferes with my ability to place hyperlinks strategically over words and second, that I would have survived this long unless of course I had to have very powerful friends, finding out late yesterday that not only was it Palm Sunday which according to my 88 year young friend Gene Requa is when Christians extend their hands but according to my Artist-painter Client Partner Wife Marie Dion who was blessed with great bone and muscle structure and quite the mathematical-logical mind to boot, so helpful in overcoming being raised a Roman Catholic noticing quite early in life I assume the constant rise in the priests’ robe during confession^[1], that the church decided in its infinite wisdom that a hand simply wasn’t enough and substituted in baskets.

 

Case law is "sumthing" [sic] of little interest to me since I knew when meeting my uncle David Gevisser’s lawyers-liars on Bush Street in San Francisco just prior to joining our DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] on 47^th Street in New York City back in 1980 such Lilly White Wheaty Eating White Shoes boys doing a fine job in putting the finishing touches to my Bottoms Up Schooling mincing few words in explaining what exactly is meant in “dollar terms” to be "above the law" and why such men in fine linens along with my Royal Mater, my uncle David’s good friend would be eminently qualified to pass such an opinion about my having "powerful connections" [sic]?

 

Draft 8 of the 8 part series to Diana Henriques of the NY Times that I began sending out on September 1^st, 2003 stated in a nutshell that I-we with $20 in our back pockets could own the world insurance market in 7 days or less while al-to-get-her true would allow me most importantly to "sum" [sic] hoping I would go off on a tangent and lose my audience to beat anyone including my ingenious wife to die the richest person in the grave while blowing to smithereens the corrupt business models of he superrich such as Charles Engelhard the co-conspirator-inventor of The Diamond Invention who saw fit to choose my Royal Mater's good friend and my amazing father’s first cousin to be executor of his worldwide estate, and why shouldn’t my uncle David Gevisser contribute a portion of his $6 million upfront fee he received in 1971 at the time of Charles Engelhard’s death so that our Garden of Eden new world currency has gold weaved into the paper money, just imagine what if someone caught red handed decided to swallow,,, well u get my drift,,, if not email my school friend buddy Cliff Benn [cbenn@mweb.co.za] to ask what sort of strainer he would recommend.

 

Getting my feet first wet on La Salle street in Chicago while keeping track of the commodity trades of Joseph Siegal considered back in 1978 the single largest commodity trader in the world had me a "shoe in" to take over from my uncle David Gevisser whose major benefactor Engelhard controlled the world supply of platinum+++ just when divorce rates starting going thru the ceiling.

 

A Name From Here, South Africa the hot spot on earth where the cash richest people in the world hang out, You Can Trust Over there, nothing quite like being so well connected to the most powerful people in the world, should if u and the bought and paid for media did the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and had every single person who buys insurance hold back for no more than a week on making their next premium payment and instead be tuned in as I engage each and every single insurance executive in the world along with their lawyers-liars, actuaries and lobbyists galore in open debate there would be no doubt what such well informed people would do with their increasingly worthless currency knowing how well and transparent my organization would be run, wouldn’t u agree?

 

Tomorrow I will spell out more details in the continuation to what I sent u this past Friday, March 18^th, 12:21 PM PT covering this Garden of Eden currency thing and should I say get eaten by a shark be4 hand, the surf rather rough right now at 11^th street in Del Mar far more so than at 15^th street where the Del Mar CAM is positioned, then I grant permission to Mr. Adam Tucker my one programmer to upload on to www.SupremeInternetCourt.com what I sent him for review this past Saturday along with all the grammatical errors.

 

 

Part 1 through 9:

 

Mr. Spitzer – While impressing upon grass roots organizations around the world to “show restraint” not to even bother hitting the streets with sandwich boards asking the likes of Coca Cola to name the treasury officials they bribed in Lima the Black Hole of Peru that has law enforcement in places like the Village of Machu Picchu wearing crisp blue police uniforms with the Coca Cola red and white emblem on the left breast pocket, a baton and gun strapped to the side, I am living the life of Riley laid back in my one of kind armchair looking out over the Pacific “Oshon” [sic] the water a little muddier today not quite picture perfect as yesterday which brought strong winds, another identical black chair is being shipped from Italy for my very articulate Artist painter-Client-Partner-Wife Marie Dion so that she “tTOo” [sic] will be able to enjoy the sunsets as well as the very in shape Delmartians running along this very unstable yet very sought after section of the Del Mar Cliffs.

 

And of course not a single member I have met of any of these grass roots organizations has as many homes as we do around the world, us smart enough not to own any longer a single piece of dirt here in the United States with enough gold in the form of tiny pellets along with the most incredible snow tasting water from our rock cabin east of San Diego to stay afloat at least a week longer than any other human being I know including the cash richest people in the world hanging out a good deal of the time in my backyard of South Africa who I suspect like me r of the opinion that to survive a single day given the chaos out there is nothing short of a miracle?

 

Remember it is not class warfare I am encouraging its class welfare I am questioning, and I am a member of the favored class who since I am not ostrich is fully capable, just checking my eyesight, sees the writing on the wall.

 

The current $44.2 billion collapse in AIG’s Market Value ever since I started telling u to “shape up or ship out” back on February 11^th will soon trickle down to those hard working masses all around the world questioning more and more why they should continue to slave like dogs just to support the likes of the First Family of Insurance who lie, steal and cheat no different as u know to the vast majority of top executives of public corporations to mention little of the lessons of FOOLS NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES, much of this knowledge readily available to the entire world going back to the first half of 1999 but for “sum” [sic] reason pretty much everyone sitting in the pound seats has chosen to ignore such excellent information for the simple reason if enough of us pay such attention to detail it would inevitably result in the end of our gravy train, wouldn’t u agree?

 

Again, at age 10, back in December 1967 just hours be4 this train ride from Zurich, Switzerland to Kitzbuhel, Austria I was formally introduced to Mr. Jost our family’s very private Swiss banker, but u don’t have to take my word on how it comes to pass that I have quite the grip of the way things work in the real world just call my Royal Mater, Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman direct dialing from the United States, 011-44-1-98-46-24-0-88.

 

Taking a lunch break.

 

After I sent u earlier Part 1 of Garden of Eden the Market Value of AIG continued to plummet, down $4.42 billion for the day bringing the grand total loss so far since February 11^th when I told u to get off your high horses to a whopping $47 odd billion in MV, representing a 24% loss in market capitalization.

 

Not only having have u help blow hard working peoples’ life savings but worst yet their dreams by failing to join me in encouraging our great President to suspend trading of public corporations thus protecting the innocent and naïve investors, their anxiety surely beginning to rest heavily on your shoulders?

 

Quite a burden to carry the rest of your life to mention little of what short legged creature u may be looking forward to mating with on the next go around to mention in passing not all is lost, yet?

 

As u and your 2 assistant United States Attorneys know perfectly well not only could I have cut much quicker to the chase in Part 1 I could also hold the bragging rights of being possibly the cash richest person in the world had I been willing to blacken my hands by shorting a single share of this “morally bankrupt”, “shameful”, “unlawful” and very likely “financially bankrupt” and I might I add, “fony crap megalopoly” that is right this very moment in a death spiral, agree?

 

My E-mail to my amazing father earlier in the day, also posted up on the AIG Yahoo website, caught a number of people by surprise specifically the section reading:

 

Dad, funny how in the end everything adds up not all of us sufficiently competent to verbalize how well G-D-NAture balances things out, the past, the future all coming to-get-her in the present, the Digital Age, A G-D-Send, setting each of us free to take charge of our lives by right this very minute calling in our insurance broker to do a review of every insurance policy, agree?

 

I am willing to participate in a limited number of communications so long as the insurance broker acknowledges that He-She has heard of Insurance Marketing Services [IMS] Inc. and/or the IMS Weekly Marketeer and is also willing to go on record with me throwing in my “tTOo” [sic] cents, not to forget to save yourself both a call as well as an email in wishing me Happy Birthday on Thursday instead to use whatever monies u can afford to contribute to our INFORMERS WANTED ads.

 

But u know perfectly well that I am simply “setting the stage” for what is to come not in the least bit concerned that “sum” [sic] might argue what I wrote comes off as bragging, my relatively insignificant investments in gold geared only toward trying to get the world to understand the importance of AIG’s collapse and its impact on our monetary system.

 

Unless u wake up and sound the alarm bells, be bold, get rid of your tie and jacket, walk in tomorrow morning to the New York Stock Exchange grab hold of that fricken bell and toss it all the way to Timbuktu gridlock not could but will occur and then pandemonium, agree?

 

While cruising around town on my Ducati this afternoon after an incredible lunch with my Artist painter-Client-Partner-Wife Marie Dion I stalled this very highly sensitive crouch rocket causing me to hang with my friend Carlton who runs a local electronics shop, every so often looking over my shoulder to see that I was behaving myself on his company’s network that has these firewalls that prevent just about anyone coming off the street and while posting up messages on Internet message boards might be so brazen as to try and download pornography and pin the centerfolds on an innocent employee.

 

This “unfortunate” delay that prevented me in getting out more of the Garden of Eden resulted in my being reminded of the email I sent u not on February 11^th but on February 10^th that talked rather precisely to Ron Bellows Senior, a senior Risk Management specialist for AIG spelling out quite clearly, "...---...our [AIG] loss numbers are showing lots more than the news is reporting...---..." that u might want to consider using tomorrow morning when bashing your head against the bell of the New York Stock Exchange on the return leg from Timbuktu?

 

U know for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, nothing is gained nor is it lost, what goes around comes around but with a vengeance, time our most precious resource, agree?

 

Let me know if u r having trouble viewing my hyperlinks.

 

BTW my wife chastised me for not listening very well having me earlier get back in front of my computer making me look at what I type versus looking out the window of our Cliff House at all the beautiful people exercising and resend an E-mail I sent yesterday to The Sperm Donor, her former husband and biological father of her “tTOo” [sic] children, taking out 3 words, “this coming Thursday”, such an incredible mother, so smart, and I might add, no strike that, might I brag in better physical shape than anyone man or women I have known, each day surprising me with “sumthing” [sic] different never tho, would I have thought of her as a wrestler, her moves last night while taking on our going on 13 year old JoNathan would no doubt have impressed this one incredibly well built American-Korean wrestler from Torrey Pines High who helped me kick start my Ducati just be4 the rains came down.

 

Instead of having to deal with such a deranged human being-s I could be constantly smiling at happy people, hoping one of these days to train my dog, Pypeetoe once I have their attention by showing their photo on a wide screen plasma TV that I could hang in front of the house to then race across the railway tracks and on to the ridge in front and while he hands them stacks of business cards to see if they want to make a contribution to our social cause by giving him their credit card, in time we will have our own unique and universal credit card, with of course your and G-D’s help?

 

Like most women Marie Dion listens rather well to “sum” [sic] of the stuff I have been talking about ensuring a healthy mind-healthy body that begins with finding the right time and place to “Wrestle with G-D” and of course I would welcome your input once u see my suggestions for changing the entire educational system making learning once again fun as well as rewarding leaving it up to each person to find religion without hearing some slanted view from some bought and paid for figurehead of a religious institution who very likely couldn’t even debate with me a “failed university business tutor” from the 3^rd World crappy University of Natal South Africa on the subject, “G-D does NOT exist”.

 

None of us is G-D and it is up to each of us to do the best we can to protect the next person, quite a shame wouldn’t u agree it would be if harm came to my Marie or her “tTOo” [sic] children?

 

Continuing in the same vein, not for a minute should u take your eye off my DAAC [DeBeers Anglo American Cartel] family as much as u would prefer to be distracted by other really not all that important issues of the day even if tomorrow morning the Board of Directors of AIG decided the safest bet to avoid being sued for everything they own is for AIG to begin Chapter 11 bankruptcy proceedings perhaps even a Chapter 7 quick sale liquidation and find a way to get the mainstream media to blame u for not reacting sooner to my broadcasted missives, again my February 10^th crystal clear communiqué quoting a fricken senior executive of AIG with,

 

“our loss numbers are showing lots more than the news is reporting … so all the actuaries and underwriters are freakin out - watching their policy breach limits and bleed cash…---…”

 

should be enough to have u now bending over big time.

 

But there is more.

 

Now Mr. Attorney General u also have to worry about those folks around the world including China who picked up on the AF-RAID email yesterday to my father, my offer to listen in on so-called independent insurance agents doing a “review”, helping ensure that a policy holder “owning” a Certificate of Insurance included in the Money Supply numbers, issued by possibly a well run insurance carrier has both “proper and adequate” insurance coverage while insisting such a broker who u will recall would have to have acknowledged my relationship with IMS, one of the largest if not the largest private marketing-publishing companies specializing in the property and casualty insurance industry, informs their client of the risks He-She takes when “gambling with mother nature”, advancing monies in the form of premium payments hoping that should “all things being equal” and despite His-Her “best efforts” to protect themselves, listening ever so carefully to the best of the best risk management specialists in the world such as Ron Bellows Senior who is not G-D, an “Act of G-D”, note not “Act of Dog” [sic], could yet occur and the losses require He-She-it to take a big “sh1t” [sic], exercise His-Her-Its, “rights and privileges”, i.e. hire a big fat mother of a lawyer-liar to sue the bastards who sold He-She-It nothing more than a “bill of goods” not worth the paper “it” is written on, more likely than not as consolidation takes place around the globe that the insurance carrier such as AIG ended the day, who the hell cares a dam about balancing one’s books when one have offshore as well as off-balance sheet accounting, while looking ever so busy, busy, busy trading bs, “laying off” its bet with itself then G-D Almighty help such a so-called independent insurance broker who fails to “fully disclose”, agree?

 

And such a nincompoop still go ahead and make the premium payment just because their so-called Independent Insurance Agent gives good head can u imagine what hell the moron will get when He-She-It gets home and has to explain His-Her-Its actions to His-Her-It’s better half who is very possibly reading my missives religiously, agree?

 

The business of insurance is identical to that of a bookmaker, the greater their numbers the more likely each bookmaker runs a “good book”?

 

And remember Mr. Attorney General my paternal grandfather Albert Ash was a one of a kind bookmaker who passed on to me thru my ingenious Royal Mater a pretty good command of numbers.

 

And of course u never did call my Royal Mater in Wivesliscombe, England since u could never be assured she wouldn’t tape your phone conversation and at some point in time possibly use it as, “trade in kind”?

 

Not just my extraordinary mother but each and every member of my immediate as well as extended family knowing time has run out for them to make peace with me unless they agree to my “terms of surrender” that begin and end with my uncle David Gevisser as well as his son Mark Gevisser who is the author of Thabo Mebeki’s autobiography, answering “under oath” the most important issue of the day from now until Kingdom come,

 

“Who knew what and when did they know their major benefactor, Charles Engelhard, was the co-inventor-conspirator in The Diamond Invention, responsible for the greatest enslavement, torture and murder of all time?”

 

The current Prime Minister of South Africa is within a matter of minutes, literally, once I post up what remains of this rather lengthy missive from being able to continue “ducking and diving” from the all important question of why he was so slow in getting his arms around the AIDs epidemic.

 

My Artist painter-Client-Partner-Wife Marie Dion just calling the time 4:48 PM PT suggesting that we should celebrate my 48^th birthday tonight as opposed to tomorrow which is my birthday as she heads off to our JoNathan’s baseball game.

 

Again and again, why haven’t u as well as every member of the mainstream media been crying bloody murder using of course the Queen’s English in suggesting to his Lordship Czar Nicholas Oppenheimer that he simply walk into the Prime Minister of South Africa’s office or the Brit occupying 10 DOWning Street in London, England or better yet simply call up my buddy Trevor Manuel, South Africa’s Minister of Finance or my so literate Lilly White Wheaty Eating schoolboy chum Tony Leon, leader of the Democratic Alliance the opposition party to the ANC and have Mr. Oppenheimer tell each one of them whatever bs story comes into his head, no need to be consistent so long as Czar Nicholas simply hands over the necessary cash to make it in all the pharmaceutical companies’ “best interest” including the one under the “command and control” of Dr. Jonathan Beare to simply do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and provide the drugs that would save millions of lives which of course would interfere with the business model of my DAAC family that I have been ever so painstakingly laying out for “sum” [sic] time?

 

Now that I have outlined pretty everything with words, how about u getting one of your Assistant United States Attorneys to get off their fat asses and assist me with a diagram; show the money connection between the media, DAAC, AIG, etc. make it into a pdf document and then send it around to all the news media.

 

Just think of all those hard working blue collar people? As u surely know when buying tools or equipment it does not explain the instruction in words alone, in fact the words are limited, everything is done with pictures showing step by step.

 

From the bottom up, have them make this intelligible to the masses with attention deficit disorder. U and I could have the key to the universe but it does no one good if the 6.3 billion less the 2 of us don't understand it.

 

In a nutshell what I have written so far is in plain simple English, perhaps not first grade, but the only people that will read it without your contribution will be the people that have a vested interest or are AF-RAID of it, i.e. AIG, u, etc., agree?

 

Thinking more and more about encouraging this very minute our great President, the most honorable George W. Bush to immediately suspend trading of public corporations?

 

The credit each and every one of us of the favored class receives from bankers wearing the finest of suits is gifted from a very generous government who remain in power so long as they take care of first and foremost those who get them elected providing the “grease” that comes in a variety of forms, most importantly gasoline, getting the citizens of the world to at least think for no more than a day, thanks in part due to Aspartame, that they have a say in how much of the gravy train they will partake in, just enough crumbs to get them thru the day to then be entertain with quick TV dinners to then be engrossed in long so fricken boring drawn out love scenes, possibly quick sex once in a blue moon and then if worst comes to the worst and they can remember there may be a G-D watching each of their pitiful selfish moves to rely on the church to pray for their salvation on the next go around, agree?

 

Ever wonder why there r so many fricken palm trees?

 

The church’s financial position certainly in spots where there has been unbridled real estate speculation such as what we have in southern California doing really well as their congregations dwindle, more of the untaxed land appreciation to have to share with their mostly “brainne dead” [sic] members, agree?

 

Again without the church there would be no poor and without the poor there would be no church?

 

I doubt u have actually witnessed with your own eyes a human being beaten to death and feeling powerless to do something about it, well nor have I and if I had I can guarantee u I wouldn’t be around to write about it because something like that couldn’t happen given how well programmed I was from the start to never turn a blind eye to evil.

 

So fricken easy for us all to pontificate on how easy it would be if only our children would watch their Ps and Qs and not get us angry when asking why since we r so good at holding our tongues we wouldn’t by now have all just learned to get along with one another despite failing to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth beginning with the all important question of who else other than my DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] family provided the funding that resulted in a failed-artist painter, non-German, anything but Aryan looking two bit punk like Hitler to “assume power” and then hold the world to ransom and that little skirmish took enough of a toll to leave the likes of my DAAC family very much in the “pound seats” to have free rein as the southern division of the 3^rd Reich took root in my backyard of South Africa, and then there was Stalin and Mao Tse Tung not to forget California Governor Gray Ho Chi Min Davis?

 

While u consider the implications of folks now trying to make sense of the Money Supply numbers that include increasingly worthless Certificates of Insurance, the impact of $47 odd billion drop in market value evaporating with the freefall of AIG’s share price, still a ways to go, again all since I put full throttle on u to “shape up or watch out”, yet to decide whether to finish up with u or to start following up with William S. Lerach, Chairman of the Firm who I ran into a week ago this past Saturday at the Armstrongs nursery in Solana Beach.

 

Using “sum” [sic] of the words of Joe Grundfest a professor at Stanford University and former chairman of the SEC [Securities Exchange Commission] “There is no way in hell even with the power of the Democratic Party at your wings can u stop me!”

 

Please forgive me as I repeat what I mentioned in a phone call this past weekend to a relatively young black South African just prior to sending this 576 word communiqué to Elizabeth Taylor personal assistant to South Africa’s Minister of Minerals and Energy as it relates specifically to the following section:

It is hard to imagine… the masses of not only South Africans but all the poor and downtrodden putting up for much longer with this “playing business” when I know for a fact based on the feedback I have been getting in recent days that they r finally beginning to understand this printing of money business and how the leadership of each country soon works out after “assuming power” how they have to play ball in terms of the old boy network’s “pecking order.”

And remember even in so called Democracies which require “fictitious” monies be paid to beat out another “bought and paid 4” [sic] candidate once in control of the treasury one can build upon the previous government’s entitlement programs until such time as the house of cards collapses and the pogroms being in earnest, the despot dependant initially on his-her “bought and paid 4” [sic] military knowing tho at the end of the day the boss of bosses i.e. the DAAC will be relied on to ensure a sufficiently large “nest egg” assuming the leader has been a “good boy-girl” and if not, “chop chop”?

The conversation going “sumthing” [sic] along the following lines:

 

Caller: Hey Gary, explain what u mean by this “printing of money business” because although I never attended the 3^rd World Crappy University of Natal, South Africa I understand that if any government just starts printing money without there being underlying real growth in the economy, real growth coming from the selling of “goods and services” which includes real estate development it will lead to out of control inflation so that even as we know that democracy at best only lasts to the end of election day and then the governments do as they please such an act of destroying the currency of a country will lead in no time at all to ‘chop chop’ of all the government officials’ head, agree?

 

GSG: U make an excellent point and I would very much like to invite number of people to join in this Next Symposium including Roy Essakow who worked for Marc “Treason” Rich in Zug, Switzerland as well as his brother Jeffrey Essakow a South African Chartered Accountant who I coached thru Deceased and Insolvent Estates at the 3^rd World CUNSA now in real estate development with offices down the road from Armstrongs and of course it would be terrific if Bill Lerach Esq. and most of all my favorite SCAL [Shareholder Class Action Litigator] Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk of Finkelstein & Krinsk were to join in, in fact let me see if I can email a random number of people on my one of a kind email list that constitutes a statistically valid sampling of the world’s literate population to join in,,,

 

Sorry but my wireless Internet connection is showing a “weak” signal but while answering u I will keep trying to wake up the “brainne dead” [sic] around the world sending telepathic messages, I think I c even The Sperm Donor is now fully tuned in as well as all members of the pathology department at Scripps Memorial Hospital in San Diego anxiously awaiting the bones of both former President John Kennedy and his equally disgusting sell out brother Robert F. Kennedy, the Attorney General of the United States of America, who aided and abetted the Diamond Invention responsible for the greatest enslavement, torture and murder of time, possibly having figured out how to milk Medicare out of another $1 billion odd.

 

Lets assume u r Tefo Mohapi a 25 year old black South African able to converse at ease in Sesotho your mother tongue while running circles using the “sly English” around Lilly White Wheaty Eaters like Ron Bellows Senior still gainfully employed as a senior risk management specialist for the increasingly worthless criminal megalopoly of AIG-MandM-ACE Ltd, deciding to pack it all in and head to this deserted island in the Indian Ocean the result of the recent Tsunami wiping out the entire population and the concern of the powers that be that another tsunami is in the works be4 monitors can be installed that would interfere with abating the human population explosion and upon your arrival u find that there is an abundance of food not only to feed u but all of your 15 close friends, best of all your cell phone works but with only enough battery power to make one phone call, smart enough to tell your one friend to spread the word.

 

And in the “DAAC” [sic] of night they escape from South Africa borrowing one of my uncle Joe Ash’s^[2] yachts, Joe at one time the commodore of the Durban Yacht Club, its membership thinking it important to have no more than a handful of token Jews helpful that my uncle Joe was so fortunate to be a Councilmember extraordinaire even making it to Deputy Mayor of Durban which has this incredible Bay of Plenty where World Champion surfer Shawn Tomson’s father who happened to be close mate of my amazing dive-bomber-pilot Bernie when playing rugby as a kid later was bitten by a shark upsetting his goal to win gold in the 1936 Olympics and possibly shake the hand of Hitler as well as Jesse Owen.

 

Starting out on a clean slate has Tefo and his friends rejoicing big time and of course they have their African music to dance the night away never in the least bit threatened by anyone since it is only Tefo and his 15 close friends who know about this one of a kind utopia but after a while group sex gets a little boring and one of his friends breaks rank and calls up his prostitute friend in Johannesburg to bring along her best looking and HIV free friends to fill up a boat about this size and so now there r approximately 100 people with the most terrific DNA living the life of Riley without any babies crying or old people to take care of but within 12 months out of nowhere a stalk brings news that famine has hit the entire world and they have the opportunity to export their bananas to every country on the planet including the Banana Republic of South Africa but Tefo who has been schooled rather well thinks a little about this “power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely” and does his best to explain that no one should greedy but it is an effort in futility since the 85 odd pregnant women make an incredible case that they have it within the palms of their hands to produce the most pure race given such a wonderful mix of sperm and eggs, i.e. that they r clearly the chosen race and not the Jewish people who up until Tefo made the ingenious move to this at one time deserted island owned everything and everyone worked for them.

So reluctantly Tefo “fell on the sword” and be4 anyone could steal his body as “sum” [sic] suggested is exactly what happened to our Jewish Orthodox brother Jesus Christ, Tefo was resurrected and dignitaries around the world hailed him as the Messiah for feeding the masses including us “phatso” [sic] Americans whose population by this time was experiencing a negative growth rate.

 

By the time the population of the new kingdom lets just call it Garden of Eden just to keep things not so brief had reached 200, lions imported from South Africa patrolling the perimeters trained by the most elite of the elite Israeli Special Forces commandos, Tefo is starting to really feel his oats but still able to remember “sum” [sic] of the lessons of history and still “sumwhat” [sic] reluctant to fully enter the rat race but at the same time is growing tired of looking at this American President on the currency that is accumulating in his treasury and decides that he is going to start issuing a new denomination that actually has a gold thread that is not simply indestructible but can actually be recycled by those in the high tech industry all around the world to make the finest computer components but during the celebrations that follow this ingenious move one of the foreign dignitaries asks to have a private audience with Tefo and naturally Tefo brings along his most trusted consigliore, Gary S. Gevisser, A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There, who wearing his grubbygrub.com look looks anything but threatening especially as he bounces around the living room playing with his dog, Pypeetoe, who has a way of disarming the worst of the worst with his licks and very good looks and every so often GSG’s artist-painter-Client-Partner-Wife Marie Dion being counted on to charm the pants off the dignitary who may at some point reading missives such as this feel a little set up eventually tho, GSG pulls all the “back and forth” and “around in circles” to-get-her and helps lead to an understanding between Tefo and the “powers that be” that Tefo will be allowed to continue issuing his currency which has increasingly more value than all the other worthless currencies combined so long as it doesn’t lead to hyper inflation in his Garden of Eden.

 

Naturally this agreement makes perfect sense and without voices having to be raised a pact is reached governing even “Acts of Dog” [sic], no need for anything in writing since again it all makes perfect common sense and the dignitary heads off back to the “powers that be” namely my DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] family to let them know that their folks at the Central Selling Organization in the heart of London don’t need to bother the Prime Minister of England at 10 DOWning Street to contact his-her counterpart in France to bring in legionnaires disease, no strike that, the Foreign Legion, since Tefo can be counted on to count his chickens be4 they hatch so long again as he can control his population growth.

 

Then one day Tefo gets a visit from a young gentleman a true native to this utopia setting who says he would like Tefo’s permission to marry and although he has plenty of cash, by this time several offshore bank accounts, a one of a kind bachelor pad in south Kensington in London just down from where Lady Diana dreamed about having group sex or at least laughing her head off as she watched Prince Charles try to get it on with the butler who could run circles around those Lilly White Wheaty Eaters amongst us with the most inbreeding, the problem, where exactly to build his mansion on this amazing island because by this time there r now lawyers-liars as well as doctors introducing another foreign concept, “Preservation of life and limb” my DAAC family rather expert in fermenting unrest leading to less and less room for the upwardly mobile to navigate.

 

So Tefo still knowing “it is better to keep quiet and let people think u to be a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt” calls upon his trusted consigliore who suggests Tefo should call up this dignitary from my DAAC and discuss the problem since Tefo has lived up to his end of the bargain not to create a real estate inflationary bidding war by allowing the people to populate the island as if they were rabbits but from no where despite the lions patrolling and Jaffa oranges in abundance the most secure gates of any country on the planet there r now these laws on the books that require lawyers-liars be not only fed but each of them be entitled to a lawyer-liar to act in their defense.

 

The dignitary of course was not in the least bit surprised to be receiving such a call but instead of answering Tefo suggests that he take 2 aspirin and should he wake up in the morning and still have a headache to call in one of his doctors who might have a secret remedy.

 

While not completely satisfied with this response and looking at GSG thinking that possibly GSG is part of this worldwide conspiracy to drive everyone stark raving mad, Tefo decides since he has read about the benefits of taking half an aspirin a day to do just that.

 

In the morning he is awoken by the stamping of feet followed by the chanting, “Off with his head” and so Tefo not bothering with GSG calls in his witch doctor who throws John and Robert F. Kennedy’s bones on the ground and tells him,

 

“Don’t waste a moment longer, call up the DAAC dignitary and have him allow u to issue more currency which while inflationary since the Gross Domestic Product of the Garden of Eden has now reached zero, free sex not included in any of the Money Supply numbers neither M1, M2 nor M3 allowing us at least sum breathing room to make a quick escape so long as the Royal Air Force has a vertical takeoff and landing fighter jet in the vicinity” [sic]!

 

The dignitary again without feeling any pressure to even bother Nicholas Oppenheimer, the current head of my very amorphous DAAC family, contacts 10 Downing Street and the arrangements r made.

 

And on the return leg able to refuel in mid air the fighter-bomber-pilot doing a touch-and-go landing first in Timbuktu concerned that not every citizen is sufficiently shell-shocked from when Eliot Spitzer Esq. once threw the starting bell of the New York Exchange managing to hook a one of kind big dirty bomb heads back to the Garden of Eden to quell the uprising.

 

In the beginning…---…END.