From: Gary S.
Gevisser [
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Cc: rest
Subject: The meek WITH TEETH shall
inherit the earth
Mr. Hurst, I have now reviewed the first E-mail
I sent you this afternoon,
As you know both E-mails contained no hyperlinks and the first email included a footnote of some 83 words. I have now added a second footnote. The changes to the first E-mail are reflected in red. And the only change to the second E-mail is that I have replaced the dollar amount of the cashier’s check with a bunch of 8 Xs.
Whether or not you believe I have answered the $64,000 question, a phrase
clearly not yet universal, is neither here nor there nor for that matter will
the decision your client makes interfere one way or the other with my
intentions to rip to shreds Vivendi,
the French parent of Universal Studios for their part in the rigging of the
recent gubernatorial elections held in California which have yet to be picked
up by the mainstream media. And of course we should not lump in French C
What you cannot ignore, however, especially if you are responsible for the education of minors is the impending doom already impacting our public school system with folks like Ms. Marie Dion Stewart being bombarded with tape recorded phone calls requesting that “either her son or daughter” make up for lost days in order that their particular school get back from the State Government “$41 per day per student” that the schools forfeit when a child stays home.
Of course I could go on about why the public school teachers and
principals and whathaveyou are the ones that should have in fact stayed home
when their leader, Governor Gray Davis, slammed them up the kazoo, but suffice
to say, as you know, I have pretty much covered the “hunker down” mentality
types and besides I am now running out of time having been tasked with
preparing rice for tonight’s dinner that includes two in rather good
shape French C
Mr. Krinsk returns this coming Monday from what I assume is a well deserved vacation giving all the swimming exercise he has engaged in as of late. I have no problem with your client making the check out to either Mr. Krinsk or his partner Mr. Finkelstein although if it reaches the desk of Mr. Finkelstein’s secretary before I am able to inform Mr. Finkelstein’s significant other, it could very easily get cashed and simply placed in the “petty cash” container.[2]
It is doubtful though these monies would be spent on a night out on the town especially if the decision taken is to eat at Matre D, a French restaurant in La Jolla where I understand Mr. Finkelstein remains banned. Any place, however, that won’t accept Mr. Finkelstein is a place I would probably avoid which leaves Mr. Krinsk out in the cold and I doubt considering the strict diet he is on, not that he was ever overweight, he could eat me out of house and hole, that is unquestionably mine for the taking. I also happen to trust Mr. Krinsk explicitly and the same goes for anyone he ultimately refers me to assuming Mr. Ashworth has not fully recovered.
As you should be aware when last Mr. Ashworth and I were last together he was clearly under the weather although he let me know that he was grateful to me in helping get him out of a sick bed. Although Mr. Krinsk and Mr. Finkelstein are probably equipped to handle anything you were throw at me whether or not I survive through this Passover, assuming again that Mr. Ashworth is not up to speed, then Mr. Finkelstein who I believe once worked for Milberg Weiss after a stint as a U.S. Attorney would likely defend my reputation to mention little of my intellectual property, perhaps on his own, certainly if I am dead since Mr. Krinsk would be tasked with doing what he does best, making tons and tons of money.
I don’t really know all that much about Mr. Finkelstein and perhaps he may even have been a partner at one time of the rapacious brats who now call the shots at Milberg Weiss who at one time may have been so desperate to cover their overhead may even have gone so far as to involve themselves in a child-custody battle with non other than Dr. Stewart’s “currant” [sic] girlfriend.
Make no mistake Mr. Hurst I am fully aware of what it means to stir a 1,000 lb gorilla firm like Milberg Weiss but quite frankly neither Melvyn Weiss nor Bill Lerach concern me in the least. I am much more concerned about “small time” folk who have little to lose who make a habit of cutting corners in their quest for the gold. In reality though, I don’t fear anyone for the simple reason as I have explained before I have all the proof I need of God’s existence and why the ants are currently winning the footrace to take over the world.
Nothing would, however, give me more pleasure than to have Mr.
Finkelstein and Mr. Krinsk team up with me and/or the executor of my estate Mr.
As you know I don’t really make much difference between what is personal and business since the Chinese Walls that exist in business are purely designed to keep the masses from getting their rightful share of God’s inheritance and why folks right now more so than ever should be sticking to their knitting or doing the right thing and giving me a helping hand.
Nothing was lost on either Ms. Marie Dion Stewart or myself as the benches lay bare back on October 24th 2002 with the exception though of two remarkable gentleman who were willing to stand tall and of course if I thought for one minute we wouldn’t in fact prevail, that we wouldn’t have at least the spirit of God on our side then I would have summoned Mr. Krinsk right out of a sick bed who after knocking out my teeth for being possibly ill-prepared would then have gone to bat against family and friends “who” [sic] silence ripped out the ceilings giving me a clearer view of heaven and the stars.
With that said, in one recent posting on the Eraider.com I made reference to Mr. Finkelstein as being an “old man.” It was only meant in terms in terms of him being of infinite wisdom and for all I know he is probably a whole lot younger than me, certainly he looks that way, at times acts equally as childish and most would agree he is better looking.
Please note that I was pleased to hear that Jonathan received some sort
of “citizen award” from his school today and the principal reminded
Jonathan to let his mother know the good news. Hopefully when Mr.
No doubt you are in receipt of Ms. Marie Dion Stewart’s recent e-mails to her ex-husband, Dr. Stewart, that to me at least, spell out very clearly that when she means business she too means business.
I am sure you know by now that despite my ongoing presence at the Marie Dion Stewart household the number of kids wanting to hang around, eat deliciously cooked meals, almost spotlessly clean other [than] the area around the bird cage that was rescued out of “hers” [sic] ex-husband’s garage, increases by the day, to mention little of her incredible presentations that has some kids as well as my father and uncle possibly thinking of abandoning their present shelters.
Now in the event you aim to take a stab at me for so-called “reckless driving” think again and again. Marie’s run in earlier today with a cop on a motorcycle who according to her just wanted to check out our Mini Cooper S is [evidence] that my band of supporters is growing in leaps and bounds and of course there are no boundaries in heaven, just spring-loaded [cuffs] just a rotator that sends folks back to planet earth who didn’t get it right the first time at bat and the innings are now drawing to an end of that you can go to the bank.
Not only did this very distinguished gentleman let her know that he would be “looking out for me” given my backwards-forwards “DOG OK” [sic] license plates which add little to the increased congestion that generally accompanies Marie when she is out and about. It is rare though that she gets impressed with small talk but anyone who can recite the alphabet in reverse I consider a serious threat even if his departing comment is “Tell your boyfriend his car is really a knockout” although I will look into the other point he made that, “The S Series has a kit to increase the horsepower to 200mph.” Apparently this really cool dude who Jonathan was on the ball enough to recognize, “really liked” Marie as much as the car; but the neatest thing of all was this main in shining armor showing them all a Spiderman coming out of the back of bike under the seat “upside down.”
The rice is now boiling, got to go. You are either part of the solution or you are part of the problem. The choice should be very clear.
Again, if there are any changes to this email down the road I or someone close to me will let you know.
Sincerely yours,
Gary S. Gevisser
[1] My numerology system is quite elegant yet simple in its design so much so that even folks with only 100 IQ points of intelligence can follow the path to fame and fortune while avoiding the beaten path that has tripped so many “do gooders” [sic] in the past.
As you know there is probably no more than 15 standard deviation points of intelligence that “sparates” [sic] the smartest of us at birth to those like me and you who probably score no better than 101 to mention little of what to do with folks whose emotional IQ drops exponentially each time someone takes a bat to their self-independence making them nothing more than a co-dependant to mention just in passing how different things would have turned out if Detective Steele of the San Diego Police Department who also happens to be a Black African American had only been given the opportunity to read Dr. Stewart’s second-ex wife’s declaration, signed “under penalty of perjury” about why she left the 3 level house for a flat house on a flat cul-de-sac that catered to those less mobilly upward, wouldn’t you agree?
I make the point of calling Detective Steele a “Black African American” since I consider myself an African American given the fact that I probably spent more time growing up in Africa than all the time he and his parents and grand parents combined spent visiting that great continent which I hope to visit more often in the years ahead the result of being “4ced” [sic] to do my military training had I remained in the country.
In fact for years after I left South Africa the illegitimate government continued to hound me which reminds me so much of what your client said so very clearly back on September 8th 2002 when declaring loud and clear, “I will hound you the rest of your life” just 3 days before the first anniversary of 911 when he committed a very un-American act.
A real estate broker, Ms. Mihaly just stopped by Marie’s house showing a couple possibly interested in purchasing the house and as always I make a point of letting them know that the Australian bird along with the Viking stove, dishwasher and refrigerator can be included in the sale price. Ms. Mihaly very diplomatically let me know that the couple are recently married.
Detective Steele despite not being properly briefed by whoever it was that filed the complaint against me that had him and a member of the FBI showed up at my doorstep was able to gather his wits about him very quickly in letting me know that as a United States citizen I also had rights, this all occurring a few days after your client signed “under penalty of perjury” a statement that was both false and misleading giving the impression that I was some sort of sexual predator on the loose.
In due course as I unleash the “Jew” in me I hope to make people like Detective Steele as well as the FBI gentleman whose name I didn’t get, know how much I care not only about my own kind but mostly those who are unkind to others, that I know a thing or tTOo about the suffering of folks with just a little bit of shading while my Lilly white friends duck for cover.
However, just as those Iraqi citizens who fear that the United States might once again abandon them as we did after the Persian Gulf War, so am I ever so confident that I will have more than just a few band of supporters showing up when I step up to the plate to do battle with you and your client in what I am certain will be a stacked courtroom hoping that we have once again a very fair judge like Judge Hendrix who despite not being very familiar with my work-product wasn’t about to be “dumbed down” by you or your client although if it is my choice I will prefer we get a jury of our peers.
Guidance tTOo works as follows:
First, I wrote down the English alphabet starting with the letter A and ending with the letter Z.
Second, I took the word, “Nextraterrestrial” and counted up the number of times each letter appears in this word that is getting more and more universal attention by the millisecond.
Third, I assigned the numbers 1 through 26 to the English alphabet beginning with the letter A and ending with the letter Z.
Now please don’t get confused with my step-father who beat me over the head with, “Can’t is not in my vocabulary, the impossible shall be done, miracles take a little longer” and you would at least agree that the initials for Alan Zulman are AZ?
Mr. Zulman
isn’t likely to die the richest man in the world but nor is he likely to
end his days in the poor house.
Even though in the past I have impressed upon him not to include me in his will
other than to leave me with a few odd paintings that the rest in my family
wouldn’t likely appreciate as much as me as well as pictures he has accumulated along the
way including one with Israel’s Prime Minister,
Mr. Zulman is credited by many including my mother as being the most effective fund raiser to have ever stepped foot on this planet and there is in Old Jerusalem a testament to his and his colleagues’ efforts. In the last hyperlink you see me standing under the placard at Jaffa Gate with my eyes closed. Certainly my mother knows how persuasive Mr. Zulman can be when he means business and my mother is quite the businesswomen, far better equipped than Ms. Martha Stewart and may probably die richer than this director of Revlon Corporation ++++++ even though my mother hasn’t worked in more than 30 years, assuming I get the opportunity for a full swing at Martha Stewart and her footsie-footsie journalist friend, Mr. Christopher Byron.
Back in 1967 My mother gave up most of her jewels as Alan Zulman and his band of warriors came calling threatening to embarrass the hell out of anyone who didn’t cough up big time and even if you were sick in bed then he would probably just grab hold of your first born and put him-her through the mill. My eldest brother did in fact have a stint at SACI [South African Clothing Industries] which AZ founded with a salesman by the name of Abe Dubin who once helped me while skiing in Arosa Switzerland after I got injured on the slopes with my boredom leading a decision to test out my marksmanship in a rather elegant Hotel suite, my mother thinking that she had bought me a CAP gun at Harrods in London.
What is amazing to me is that Alan Zulman hasn’t
yet called on my merry band of cardiologist family and friends for a stent
given my eldest brother’s triple decker take on the ills of the clothing
industry in South Africa which in many cases has been better than here in the
United States even during the Apartheid regime, as many white entrepreneurs
would argue forgetting that the Black masses were left with few choices that
were slim and none and of course not all of them were slim just like not all
Black African American know everything they need to know about a healthy diet,
the result of without question the agenda of the liberal elite who are hell
bent on making those who serve their ego and their daily bread co-dependant on
their good graces as they fart around places like George Town in Washington DC,
some even m
I seem to recall making mention of how boring I find baseball although I think it is mostly the spectators and those coaches who know very little about the game make it out to be a matter of life and death. I just can’t wait for them to introduce rugby or at least make Lacrosse compulsory for anyone who has two legs and two arms that don’t simply sway in the wind.
I soon have to fly on my Dukati out into the mountains
on this glorious day,
After a several minute standing ovation the president
of the Bar Association who happened to be a Black gentleman then invited my
mother and I to visit with him and his family in Gary Indi
Fourth, I then assigned to each letter of the Alphabet a number first based on the number of times that letter appeared in the word Nextraterrestrial and then simply used for all the remaining letters of the alphabet the number that showed their ranking 1 through 26.
Mr. Hurst, I have tested this all out with folks as young as 8 even younger and so far not one individual tested has had difficulty following this particular wave pattern of mine. You do though have to be in balance to mention little of being able to read and write.
I will add to this footnote in time probably throwing in suggestions for what questions folks should ask someone if they are thinking about more than simply having a good time with them. Who knows one day you and I meet for a beer after say a game of rugby, so when did you last scrum?
[2]
Mr. Finkelstein’s significant other happens to the law firm’s
highest ranking secretary and only bookkeeper and I only know this after
hearing Mr. Finkelstein make a speech at Mr. Krinsk’s wedding where he
wondered how Mr. Krinsk had m
One other item of memorable mention in addition to my pathetic speech at this fairly recent and intimate gathering at Mr. Krinsk’s very private home was a Harvard-trained trademark and licensing friend of Mr. Krinsk’s making note of Mr. Krinsk being bi-polar. I believe this Icelander’s brother is the Chief Investment Officer for CALPERS butt I could be wrong.
Mr. Hurst, I cannot tell you how much I like that photo of Dr. Stewart’s second ex-wife, wouldn’t you agree? Wouldn’t it also be nice to see what things you and I can agree on?
No doubt were Mr. Krinsk to ever consider divorce he would in no uncertain terms thank all his very good buddies most unlike me who have the time to spend in court as expert witnesses; certainly he has one friend who I assume makes a good living from appearing in court helping jurors make their minds up in assessing damages than he does taking dancing lessons only because his wife once took a rather bad slip on the dance just before Mr. Krinsk’s dog bit her and neither she nor her husband bothered to sue Mr. Krinsk who for his kindness and sincerity received from me a whole bunch of cigars when I later visited with him without though ever telling him the reason for my generosity.
What else I can tell you is that it seems all Mr.
Krinsk’s male friends to mention little of me have all m
