From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Saturday, September 10, 2005 3:21 PM PT
To: Frankie Selikow
Cc: rest; Robert H. Frank - Profefessor of Economics - Cornell University ; Krokbros@iafrica.co.za; Bernieg@tpg.com.au; Lebogang Ditshwene
Subject: PART #G-DAY...---...Hitler.---...taking a break!.

Dear Frankie,

It has probably dawned on you before even attempting to contact my father Bernie Gevisser or Tefo to type a bunch of names I have mentioned in my emails that you have come across on your son’s computer alongside the name Gevisser; example just typing in “Gevisser Frank” on Google takes you to an email I sent Lebogang Ditshwene back on August 30^th that refers to Frank Rich of the New York Times whose critique following the premier of the Krok Brothers’ Broadway musical Meet Me In St. Louis was the death nail for this pitiful “money laundering” endeavor that attracted the likes of my Royal Mater, Walter Cronkite and I believe Alan Greenspan who many agree can be seen in the background to this picture of me and RM, Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman, leaning slightly forward to mention little of Walter Cronkite of CBS News increasingly wishing he hadn’t cried when reporting the news of the death of President John F. Kennedy who served first and foremost the interests of my DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] family, the mafia of mafia, before even accepting any of their hookers.

In the interests of paying attention to the increasing level of criticism I am receiving from members of my inner circle about the immediate need for me shorten up communications while at the same time they “tTOo” [sic] increasingly understand the painstaking, methodical “method to my madness” of not giving anyone reading my missives a “competitive advantage” to “make out” more than those less fortunate not yet hooked up to The Internet, I will now have you focus on the deafening silence of my immediate family beginning with my amazing father, Bernard Bernie Gevisser and his X-wife, my extraordinary RM, both beyond a shadow of doubt beyond “brilliant”, my father’s dyslexia offset against Zena’s ability to read at least as fast as the fastest scanners on the market, my recalling growing up her starting a thick book and completing it before I had opened my big mouth to properly phrase a question I had spent hours if not weeks prior thinking about.

Better to be quiet in the presence of someone “on the ball” who knows you not to be a fool than to speak out and interfere with all the “shared energy”?

As you know after some 30 years of marriage my parents divorced in what has to be one of the most amicable divorces of all time, recalling how both of them conveyed to me when the rabbi was in receipt of the Jewish “get” that my dad gave my mom in order that she could remarry, the rabbi making a point that most people get married for the reasons they were getting divorced, the love, trust and respect shown by both still to this day brings a tear to my eyes.

Their love for one another remained unfailing for the next 20 or so years while my RM has been married to Alan Zulman who I have always considered my step-father, his generosity to me in terms of his time and guidance as well as his unwavering devotion to my mother allowed me very easily to respect this man who did not come from the “favored class”, having to leave school at 15 to support his mother and sister after his father died, his rich cousins led by Hymie Zulman of Beacon Sweets generous only in loaning Alan the monies to start a clothing company with just a couple of sewing machines, Alan in charge of production and his best friend and partner, Abe Dubin in charge of sales, South African Clothing Industries still to this day considered one of the best if not the best training institutions for anyone considering a career in this highly competitive industry.

Things, however, began to sour between Zena and Bernie when he received a phone call from Gerald Hackner, my mother’s most trusted and extraordinarily worldly financial advisor who called Bernie, now living in Cape Town, for my mother’s phone number, United Kingdom, direct dialing 44-1-9-8-46-24-0-88, to thank her for sending him her and Alan’s book The Winking Cat.

Until this “out of the blue” phone call my dad while extraordinarily slow to say a bad word about anyone lest he lose his standing to one day become the first Jewish Pope, had I strongly suspect viewed Alan as a “clown” who needed a lot of attention, perfect for my RM who had so much time now on her hands and you should know having tried to get through on the phone, their outgoing message saying everything about my father so happy with them both busy, busy, busy solving the problems of the world despite the fact Zena and Alan are “sumwhat” [sic] behind the times as I am well on my way to implementing the solutions for solving all the problems of the world.

Bernie never, not for a moment, thought there was ever any “hanky panky” going on between Alan and Zena in all the years my mom and dad were married, my father was also far too “on the ball” most of all understanding perfectly well that RM was extraordinarily savvy-shrewd, never even sharing the name of her most trusted Swiss banker, Mr. Jost, with my father who only found his name just recently from reading one of my missives, to place herself in a compromising situation even with someone such as Alan who she considered most of all a very good friend to mention little of if anyone is responsible for Alan and my mom “getting it on” all fingers must point to me who encouraged Alan when I first moved to the States back in 1978 to get out of the “rat race” and “hell hole” of Durban and join my mother who was now living alone in the countryside of England in a modest dwelling without, however, a “credit card”.

Did you just feel the currency markets shake just a little more than usual?

To the best of my knowledge Bernie Gevisser has not yet got around to reading their rather trashy book that my mother made a point of getting only the local press in England to promote, the lies contained in the press articles now eating away at the core of Zena RAG Zulman, given how a reasonable person would conclude that the information provided specifically about where and why the book got published could have only come from the mouth of RM.

To the non-observant reader there is really nothing in the least bit to get upset about but there are people like me and my amazing father “picking up” rather quickly not only the “disconnects” but the very carefully “orchestrated” moves to “neutralize the enemy”.

My enemy’s enemy is my friend increasingly thanks to the Digital Age, A G-D-Send being replaced by Trust everyone who is willing to be verified.

Each of us inevitably placing our “work product” in real time over the Internet subject to critique by all.

The world getting smaller and smaller as we move through Deep Space at an accelerating rate from all other heavenly objects, reliant only on the “positives” who “add” to the betterment of mankind versus those “negatives” who “attract negative attention” only “subtracting”.

Those intellectual midgets who think it is the direction of G-d that we “multiply” in defiance of a SMART G-D who blessed us with a Garden of Eden full of the most wonderful fruits, should, please G-d, continue to think this way contributing SIGNIFICANTly to the value of my intellectual property as I painstakingly and methodically go about exposing their moronic thinking, since we know versus believe that human population is the biggest problem plaguing the world made up of finite resources, the lack of “out breeding”, the only remaining yet terrific environmentally friendly export of the United States, preventing us most of all from being able to logically thought process.

Bernie you should recall, despite his extraordinary humbleness in never talking about his miraculous 71 missions during WW II was one of the very best South African fighter-bomber-pilots who despite having what is today a very minimal reading impairment, my father’s over the top intelligence more than compensating for his dyslexia which of course is an extraordinary gift in the hands of someone so incredibly well conditioned by a parent such as his mother Katie Gevisser who died some 11 years and 42 months before I was born.

Interesting the numbers 1421 which when added or multiplied result in the same awesome number 8, such a finite set made up 9 combinations.

A good number of people who really know both my parents believe that I have a “perfect mix” of both, my mother’s “doggedness” and my father’s “sensitivity” both of them pretty high, however, in all categories; neither of them in the least bit greedy, again relative to everyone I knew, not just those growing up in South Africa but having met lots of people of many cultures when traveling overseas, more than most, even amongst my “favored class” from a rather early age.

So now we come to why both my RM and father would “unite” despite their lack of significant wealth, not suffering from the sort of “deficit needs” one finds at this time amongst the very rich who constitute most of the lazy and fearful throughout the world?

Most Lilly White Wheaty Eating South Africans other than people like the now deceased Gerald Hackner and Dr. Jonathan Beare ranking high in the list of most sophisticated financial engineers the world has ever known would have believed that when the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies was sold my father especially with someone like my mother who was as devoted and protective of my father as he was of her, would have emerged with a SIGNIFICANT fortune given how not only did my dad share an office with his father, Issy Gevisser a founder of the awesome trading international conglomerate, their office was located right next door to the office of Sol “Little King” Moshal, the Chief Executive Officer of Moshal Gevisser who everyone with a particle of a neuron firing in their brain knew the Little King, a South African Chartered Accountant, had “engineered” in what was very probably the first EVER in the history of the world, leveraged-non-leveraged, “management friendly” i.e. “shareholder hostile” takeover of a public corporation, and that the Little King had to have shared the “spoils of war” i.e. SIGNIFICANT “kick backs” with the Gevissers who in fact had the controlling block of shares.

I would suspect that there is a slight nervousness you may be feeling at this time, perhaps a little shiver going up your spine?

Not quite certain where all this leads, how close to home, i.e. to your husband Clive Selikow who supplied the Moshal Gevisser with Jute bags that to the best of my knowledge were not used as body bags for the ninety-seven black South African militants who had been hung prior to 1970, Nelson Mandela as would know having saved his skin by paying homage to his oppressors with his 10,700 word “I am Prepared to Die” speech, back on April 20^th 1964.

But fear not, at least in feeling that you not alone, not even close.

In the end, however, my father was in fact left penniless, receiving next to nothing from his father’s rather miniscule estate and worst of all without a job, despite the untold value of this multi-national corporation, its real estate holdings alone in no time at all sold off, providing the buyer, Natie Kirsh and his “partners” a very SIGNIFICANT profit.

Kirsh, known previously as the “Maze King” with strong connections to black puppet heads of surrounding countries providing the DAAC with a SIGNIFICANT number of its mining slaves, acting as nothing more than a “liquidator”, to mention little of how much money changed hands between the “partners” including the public corporations’ “audirtors” [sic] and the lawyer-liars of this highly visible organization, its truck fleet spelling out names such as Gipsy Coffee & Tea as well known as my RM’s household name which appeared for many years on the back of Grape Nuts cereal.

My one-eyed Japanese-American bookkeeper who “served me” in several organizations, allowing me to sleep well at night, would not have needed my assistance to compute how if one had simply larceny in one’s heart it would have taken little computation to have pulled off such an extraordinary coup given how every Moshal Gevisser property, forget the incredible branded products and name that attracted the likes of Charles Engelhard beyond a shadow of a doubt the richest man the world has ever known, had all been purchased as a result of the direction of my grandfather Issy Gevisser for cash, not a single mortgage on any one of the properties including the one I believe was on Market Street in the high rent district of Johannesburg, South Africa which is where my father’s cousin, David Gevisser, the “male heir” of CE resided, to mention little of all the extraordinary benefits that “accrue” from “over and under invoicing”, going back not exactly to the beginning of time but around the time one of the first financial engineers stepped foot on South African soil back in 1902, Ernest Oppenheimer making his “mark” just 3 years prior to when rather humble Einstein began telling the world of his visions of the “Mind of G-D”, afforded to him while “standing on the shoulders of giants.”

You should begin at this point even if you don’t have your son’s slaves continuing to keep your feet raised, again not to squeeze too hard the area around the ankle, to see the connecting dots that has my parents so tightly “linked” despite my generosity to both of them, simply asking my father to provide me with the documentation that would support my ownership of a property in Sea Pointe Cape Town that I purchased a decade ago, perhaps to the day, from my RM, a property from which he has derived all the income, not exactly “chicken feed”, monies in fact he has always protested and which I totally believe, he never “tapped into” other than possibly in recent years to purchase travel insurance for when traveling abroad.

Not in the least bit inconsequential this “alliance” that has now once again formed between RM and Bernie Gevisser, my laying all this out having nothing to do with any other possible distractions going on given how I am quite capable of zeroing on the subject matter to the exclusion of everything including other emails pouring in and distractions of G-D-NAture here at our rather incredible rented Cliff House that I wouldn’t exchange at this time for all the money in the world and it is not simply the fact that I know versus believe money is “worthless” or will soon be, but rather the extraordinary “peace of mind” I have been “granted” for doing my best and when that isn’t enough to do whatever is necessary.

G-D-NAture does NOT work in my humble but seasoned opinion, all that mysteriously, He-She simply wanting us to work out for ourselves, again none of us wanting to be told what to do and how to do it, the purpose for each of us being afforded such extraordinary opportunities to be “conscious” human beings why amongst a number of things we become aware rather early in life of our mortality, kids having all the answers, just needing minimal guidance from properly conditioned adults and us benefiting from their feelings of omnipotence until such time as we “milk them dry” of their imagination, in the words of Einstein, “Imagination is more important than knowledge!”

It all comes down in the end to “accountability”, Number, in the words of Pythagoras, the first mathematician-philosopher to take mysticism and superstition out of the equation, “is the essence of all things, good or evil”.

Both Zena RAG Gevisser and Bernard Bernie Gevisser know that I have very possibly more than my “fair share” of “common sense” able to “make up” for certain deficiencies when reading text by using my “command of numbers” to eventually figure out the “missing gaps” perhaps even quicker than the overwhelming majority of “above average” readers can read without though comprehending what they read.

Again, you have to be in my shoes to fully understand my “point of view” but if you were to spend time alone with either of my parents you would have a better sense of what not only I mean but how I can deal so well with their current extraordinary meanness.

Simply knowing versus believing the presence of an Almighty SMART G-D constantly at my side encourages me to not be distracted by anything in my pursuit of truth, that which does not change.

Their “new union” has come about the result of me making crystal clear the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me G-d, the rise of Hitler, an anything but Aryan looking Austrian, a failed artist painter, an anything but brilliant little corporal who managed to convince the financial engineers at the time that he could be trusted to immerse the entire world in war.

Right this instant anyone literate with an 8^th grade education can follow not only the money trail but the logical thought processing that includes WHY my parents like tens if not hundreds of millions of people, possibly billions would prefer not only that the truth not be told, at least not until they are dead but praying to the Good, Almighty SMART G-D, to smite me down for daring to spread the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help each of us, G-d.

I do have my weaknesses but I am also well aware of my strengths, needing very little to survive, dependant at this time upon no one not even Marie, my wife, the love of my life, for that would make her even more vulnerable to my adversaries who of course may at this time include even you.

Following the money trail is something perhaps more ingrained in me than most Jewish people taught through card games like Klabejas to count, to keep track of everything.

Us Jewish people gifted great things making us no more special than any other peoples who were “set up” to absorb the wealth of Knowledge-Information-Light, each of us having a purpose to teach what we know and to listen very carefully to the next person whether it be a dog, a rouge like Greedy Gregory Beckham, a genius of genius like Einstein, the wind tossing around, a serious looking woman walking in front of the Cliff House heading south, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, nothing is gained nor is it lost, what you give you will receive back in spades.

There are today an inordinate amount of lost souls watching ever so carefully my next moves realizing that I not only have no fear but KNOW exactly what I am doing one minute to the next as the past and the future all come “to-get-her” [sic] in the present, now the greatest time in the history of time to be alive so long as one is of “sound mind”, KIL traveling at Light-G-D-Speed, the Tsunami, Hurricane Katrina simply informing us of the need to be SMART about never accepting a “kind hand” the “hander” thinking the “recipient” can be bought off “cheaply”.

We are what we eat as well as who we choose to hang with.

I am teaching people, especially those who have not allowed their formal education to interfere with their learning to get used to going “back and forth” and yes us Jewish people know this intuitively beginning with how we pray.

So important each of us produce our own flowchart and timeline beginning with the sickly United States Democratic President Franklin D. Roosevelt under the SIGNIFICANT influence of the crook Joe Kennedy granting the DAAC a worldwide right when he made it illegal for United States citizens to “hoard” gold, Hitler following in his footsteps, to engineer-manufacture-distribute their unlimited in supply, untraceable, lightweight and never, NOT ONCE inventoried diamond currency.

As you now go “back and forth” you start to see a whole different picture immerging of this Hitler character to mention little of all the tears, all the moments of silence that have followed the defeat of Nazi Germany, remembering the 6 million of our Jewish brothers and sisters murdered, not thinking all that much about the other 50 million odd lives that had the world’s population “culled” BELEIVINTG this was just a “madman” supported by some “non descript” people-organizations who happened to be “bad”.

Are you vomiting or crying or both?

None of us likes to be seen by others as “foolish” worse yet to have look in the mirror each day and be reminded time and again of how easily each of us could have worked it all out if in fact that is what we “desired”, few of us really that neighborly, especially those of us who don’t work very hard counting on wars particularly in the 3^rd World to keep our slaves preoccupied, forgetful, however, the 3^rd World thanks to peace having been preserved for some 60 years, helped by the likes of my father and George W. Bush’s father, is NOW very much in our backyards, everywhere in the world including here in the United States, credit for this continued “grace period” must surely rest with our so godly inspired President, the most honorable George W. Bush.

The real truth is that it was a conscious decision on our part to be distracted and proof of this can be found in what I first noticed when standing to recite my Barmitzvah back on April 25^th 1970 to see the likes of Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus and his evil clan to my left and below and Sol “The Little King” Moshal to my right and below, all of them in the best seats in our over the top Orthodox Jewish synagogue.

The fact that our so worldly rabbi Professor Abner Weiss never had the courage while using his extraordinary command of language and knowledge of the genius of Judaism to stand tall JUST ONCE and in the softest of voice inform the congregation that he was not prepared to lead them any longer while such filth desecrating our holy sanctuary, may not move you to do anything differently after you finish reading this rather lengthy missive that I will only check after the Sabbath is over, my sense is that G-D is working overtime right now and so therefore should I, BUT IT WILL, I am quite certain, make a difference to the next generation increasingly “losing their identity” able to look objectively at the facts, telling their parents, teachers and professor to “grow up!” or face overwhelming and superior Knowledge-Information-Light-Special Forces.

The fact that I now consider Nelson Mandela a “traitor” after considering him a “hero” for so many years no different to most who recognized that the 3^rd Reich’s southern division had taken root in our backyard of South Africa back in 1948 with the Apartheid Regime under the command and control of the DAAC, the same year Israel got its statehood, some 3 years following the end of World War II, IS in fact less disturbing to increasing number of “independent thinking” people around the globe.

No doubt Nelson Mandela also believing until possibly very recently that he had fooled the world with his I am Prepared To Die speech never figuring that his 65 odd words,

“I have great respect for British political institutions, and for the country's system of justice. I regard the British Parliament as the most democratic institution in the world, and the independence and impartiality of its judiciary never fail to arouse my admiration.

The American Congress, that country's doctrine of separation of powers, as well as the independence of its judiciary, arouses in me similar sentiments.

would be “picked up” not just by anyone but someone as “credible” as me who is singularly focused on “searching for the truth”, never judging anyone by their dress, sex, weight, height, color, race, or religion but how their words and actions “carry themselves.”

And of course you would have to be stark raving nuts unless blind not to pay attention to the color of someone’s skin or if they are as skinny as rake or fat as a pig, at least initially until such time as you fully understood their character given how we are so influenced by our surroundings, the polluted environment while shared taking its toll on each of us differently and why we should continue this “pursuit of happiness” but first not doing a single thing until Professor Robert H. Frank of Cornell University decides whether or not he is going to accept my terms of “total surrender” or face “superior and overwhelming forces”.

Taking a break!