From:
Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Monday, March 21, 2005 3:21
PM PT
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject: Garden of
Eden – Introduction
- Part 1
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
Franciso just prior to joining our DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] on 47th 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]?
Continuing…
[1] I would like to get a photo showing about 1,000 priests of all ages crammed into a confession booth making out like they’re mostly interested in a young very innocent looking girl
