From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:57 PM PT
To: George Money Talks Hurst Esq.
Cc: rest; FBI;
Subject: ....You keep on repeating the same stuff so I am not
listening....KAK...RENDER....
Mr. Hurst – Thanks to folks like u and Ron Bellows Senior, a senior Risk Management specialist for the fony-criminal megalopoly of AIG blah blah both of u way down the pyramid providing, however, such wonderful graphic illustrations of your “work product”, so telling of the speed at which the Fish Rots From The Head Down has the masses today all around the world now using my emails as templates to resolve their conflicts without going the lawsuit route, thank you again[1].
Interesting to see if the California Judicial Council supposedly responsible for okaying forms such as the 10 Day Notice for poor people to get the hell out of town while so misleading does in fact keep both Public Defenders and those small time lawyer-liars such as yourself gainfully employed, will in fact do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and make the necessary changes be4 my INFORMERS WANTED ad campaign begins in earnest, altho I could easily envision u and RBS competing with me on the corner of 15th Street and Highway 101 in downtown Del Mar, should the enlightened masses in the 3rd world not see the likes of Coca Cola getting with the program and sharing rather quickly the benefits of their over the top share prices with those most responsible for their future growth reflected in the P/Es[2], G-D knows enlightened folks even some of us Americans know about the negative side effects of both sugar and aspartame, agree?
Then again I have the advantage of my Super Italian Greyhound, Pypeetoe, but who could become quite a liability for me dying the richest panhandler in the world given the irrefutable “smoking gun proof” of gross negligence in my possession by one of the most renowned veterinarian hospitals in the world which I grabbed hold of at the crack of dawn, poor, poor Pypeetoe could find himself a target of at least one other deranged physician, to mention little of being told later this afternoon by my landlord Greg to lower my sights and not be so quick to demand a $10 million advance on my book Manager Minute One, “don’t scare them off with all the math, be happy with $9 million and don’t ramble on and on-NO DEVIL LIVED ON=NO DEVIL LIVED ON” [sic].
Please feel free to let me know when this judicial council will next meet.
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all for all I know all this stuff about a group of lawyer-liars meeting once a
year to help put themselves out of business may be nothing more than a bunch of
“kak” told to me by my buddy Don
to distract me as he tries to beat me to die the richest person in the grave,
Don now possibly talking with Richard Nixon to encouraging Dick to speak with
his buddy Bill Clinton to get his partner in crime
Interesting how easy it is for some folks to pick up the phone to their favorite Senator to get their $20 million in justice, Don tho, probably did work as hard as he says back in 1960 when he was still in his twenties having to go back and forth between the Claims Courts and the United States Supreme Court and it probably didn’t hurt that Chief Justice Earl Warren recognized him and saw that Don could be trusted to give his father a personal note with a telephone number since Warren was feeling like a fish out of water in Washington DC, agree?
Getting down to business-personal.
Your client, Dr. John Ben Stewart, earlier today first called the house saying our JoNathan needed a ride and then when I managed to get out of this scoundrel it was not an emergency that someone at JBS’ pathology department at Sharp Memorial Hospital in San Diego could cover for this pathological liar as they did back in the fall of 2002 when he went nuts, filing a baseless criminal complaint against me, well aware that my “credibility” was gaining “public attention”, suggesting that he once again try his hand at sending an email such as the one that follows, so incredibly articulate, the scumbag hung up; repeating time and again the last E-mail Dr. JBS ever sent to his former 2nd wife, my Artist painter-Client-Partner-Wife Marie Dion:
To: Marie
Subject: Re: CALL FROM MRS. FRANCIS
Date:
Yesterday,
I received a call from Jonathan's Principal, Mrs. Francis. She had tried
to reach you at your house and wanted your cell phone number. She asked
me to ask you to call her. She said that
Thanks, John Ben
Then the scoundrel called a second time to let me know that our JoNathan needed his baseball bat and helmet for practice today and be4 I could ask why he didn’t say so to begin with this disgusting specimen once again hung up the phone.
It turns out that our JoNathan had not forgotten to pack his baseball gear in the car and his amazing mother on her way back from art class later dropped everything off at The Sperm Donor’s house and guess who answered the door, Ms. Dawn, another one of the Sperm Donor’s mouthpieces, surprise, surprise!
One can only wonder if business at Milberg Weiss-Lerach is starting to slow down?
Yes, it looks more and more like Dr. JBS does not trust his biological son, our JoNathan, as he goes about repeating himself ad-infinitum, doesn’t really trust anyone or simply no longer trusts himself to remember one thing from the next or is it simply he doesn’t know who to trust?
Again I believe the authorities should be watching this one “chess game”, no closer tho than any of the others I-We r playing.
In the future let him know once again unless it is an emergency and the kids have disappeared like a snake or “tTOo” [sic], he is NEVER, I repeat, unless he just wants to continue upsetting poor, poor me, a little Rattlesnake, to call this house but to simply use email or try whistling to Grumpy the bird we once salvaged out of his cluttered garage and rest assured I can be counted on to leave the gear outside the gate for him to pick up, smiling from ear to ear, agree?
Interesting that JBS better known these days as the Sperm Donor is not going to be a baseball coach this reason not to suggest that this E-mail from his second former wife, my wife Marie Dion Gevisser influenced anyone’s decision altho to the best of my knowledge Dr. JBS did not,
“clarify in writing why you are so wishy washy, our JoNathan not as confused as u would prefer him to be, agree?”
Yes, Mr. Money Talks our JoNathan is today 2 years older since the last time we got an email from your client, our JoNathan’s Sperm Donor and as u know better informed than he was back on September 11th 2002 when his Sperm Donor dragged him down to the criminal courts in downtown San Diego where Dr. JBS committed his first very public incredibly foul act.
Never to forget the E-mail the Sperm Donor sent his my Artist painter-Client-Partner-Wife Marie Dion Gevisser “sum” [sic] 15 minutes before the so carefully crafted email on Wednesday, March 19th 2003, that again ended with “...Please email me and tell me what this was about.”
From: John Ben Stewart
To: Marie Dion Stewart
Subject: Re: TEETH
Naturally
it would be incomplete without me repeating once again the fact that his second
ex-wife never again heard from this scoundrel via email despite MDG
responding on
From: Marie Dion
To: John Ben Stewart
Cc: rest
Subject: Re: TEETH
Did anyone else have anything to do with this email you sent me?
And of course MDG followed up with Mrs. Francis some 9 minutes earlier:
To: Mrs. Francis – Principal of the Del Mar Hills Elementary School
Date:
Sorry for the delay in getting back to you regarding the art-fund raising project. I understand you called my ex-husband? Feel free to contact me via this email address.
Marie Dion Stewart
Needless some would argue I make mention for the umpteenth time that Mrs. Francis also never responded to this the email above nor has the principal of the Del Mar Hills Elementary school responded to my written communications with her subsequent to visiting with her in effort to not only help with the school’s finances, that those “hunkering down” get with the program real quick and begin weaning themselves off tax payer monies but also to build independent thinkers.
For
those new to this one very important issue of the day I would be remiss if I
didn’t bring up once again how Dr. JBS
managed to get Detective
From: John Ben Stewart
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: RE:
Again, only liars need good memories.
Yes, Mr. Money Talks, today it is a whole lot more than a handful of folks around the world in tune with the heartbeat of the universe questioning what the consequences of filing such a fictitious complaint insinuating the most horrific crimes signed “under penalty of perjury” would have been if in fact Dr. JBS was not a Lilly White Wheaty Eating “phatso” [sic] pathological pathologist who “marked me down” at 40 years of age when I was in fact 45 years young, 5 feet 11 inches tall when I was in fact 5 feet 8 inches short, a 180 pound “phatso” [sic] when in fact I was no more than 140 pounds in rather decent shape, such a “rendering” so incredibly similar to the vital statistics of Ms. Dawn his “phatso” [sic] girlfriend who was “gainfully” employed by the criminal law firm of Milberg Weiss-Lerach, it wasn’t even funny, agree?
Again “reading in between lines” u r in receipt of an E-mail I sent out this past Sunday evening in reply to Mr. A, a renowned sculpture who sent me 2 photos of the Assumption of the Virgin - the statue is 14 feet tall, and will sit on a 7 foot tall base at the Mission San Luis Rey - in which I made reference to your client, Dr. JBS, again our “tTOo” [sic] kids’ biological father finally pushing our JoNathan’s 12 year old’s buttons to the point that our JoNathan told The Sperm Donor to stop stealing his time with, “You keep on repeating the same stuff so I am not listening.”
As u may know there have been further developments of The Sperm Donor not exercising, in my humble opinion, sufficient care when allowing JoNathan who had just recovered from a bad cold to go “serfing” [sic] with of course The Sperm Donor present just days after one of the worst rain storms in recent history and without giving u the blow by blow of the stench and what I uncovered at 15th Street where they had been surfing when JoNathan came into our custody with yet another cold just a replay of what the local talk shows describing surfers swimming amongst soiled toilet paper and anything but “The hand of G-d” at work would be suffice, i.e....
In
other words, let me spell it out, the biological process of turning poopwater into clean water had yet
given the incredible overflow of the sewers system to “kick in”,
i.e. the lack of common sense matters I have been methodically and
painstakingly explaining not just in recent times but going back well be4 your
client decided to usurp his limited authority seeing quite clearly “the
writing on the wall” the success I was having in bringing
big time thugs like
The lack of a value system another common thread that binds the rich and poor which brings me to another important point this one of many educational light journeys.
The unilateral decision by your client to “gift” one of his 4 automobiles to his 15 year old daughter when she gets her temporary drivers license perhaps just a few months away is reminiscent of his unilateral decision some 6 odd years ago when he decided to simply reduce the kids’ child support check and when confronted blamed his faux paux on their incredible mother not having the “time” to listen to all his bs about how difficult it was getting for the pathology department at Sharp Memorial Hospital to stay competitive in the “real world” where the Digital Age, a G-D-Send makes the jobs of “Ferrets” like myself digging up bs invoicing a whole lot easier than at anytime in the history of our species, The Sperm Donor having enough sense perhaps edged on by his neighbor Mr. King Golden Jr. Esq. well acquainted from back in the early 1980s when he was General Counsel at Science Application International with my one of a kind “work product” to “strike why the iron was hot” be4 his biological children would come of age having possibly thanks to their incredible mother a sufficient non-vacuum of space remaining between their ears to appreciate what is meant by the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help each of us, G-D.
Such matters I have been explaining rather well in recent times as I have gone about ever so carefully lining up my ducks, Mr. Golden Jr. Esq. altho at his prime when we first met very likely most women would agree much better looking than Bill Clinton and certainly a whole lot smarter not in the least bit familiar, however, with my “work product” in The Diamond Invention but sufficiently versed to be able to convince The Sperm Donor that the only way for the Sperm Donor to have any chance of making his “tTOo” [sic] kids co-dependants for life was to knock out my lights by coming up with the most insidious baseless criminal complaint that had he succeeded would have also destroyed my Artist-Client-Partner-Wife Marie Dion Gevisser, our victory in court back on October 24th 2002 is a day that should be celebrated by all independent thinkers.
It is all about a value system and how does one top in this “Dog eat God Aspartame” [sic] world being handed a car, i.e. how do u top that, with a house?
How in G-d’s name will that that person develop an appreciation to do real work that helps them by helping others not be dependant on anyone but to rely on their G-D given gifts, independent thinkers is the name of the game, FOOLS NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES, here we come!
Yes, Mr. Money Talks Hurst, the Revlon Make Up Chart cartoon on the www.Footsak.com website spelled out many things to many people intimately familiar with my “work product” that my time had arrived to begin teaching some of the remarkable lessons taught to from the earliest of ages, most importantly to fly free and high, the first lesson I recall best that I would never inherit more than my very good name and a couple of shekels to get a kick-start if in fact that was needed.
Driving a vehicle is a major turning point in a human beings life and my hope and prayers is that Danielle will have the courage to follow in her younger brother’s footsteps
Else I will explain more of the facts of life as to how it comes to pass that this pathological pathologist is still out on the street, still able to afford a pot to piss in.
Good Day,
Gary S. Gevisser
A Name From Here I Can Trust Over There
Ps – First thing tomorrow, G-D willing, I will follow up with a lady whose name is Elise to see whether she might be able to help with our “social cause” and assist in getting “us” a $10 million advance on Manager Minute One and if not then I will simply have to try harder, “Can’t is not in my vocabulary, the impossible shall be done, miracles take a little longer”.
Ps I - Were it not for my dog, Pypeetoe resting quietly having suffering quite horribly from a tick bite, his very thin skin providing him little protection, not just unbelieving that the Veterinarian didn’t identify instantly but the slow pace the hospital is moving in satisfying my anger my venom would be not only more stiletto like but a whole lot more comforting to the masses of informers around the world fed up with being “had.”
If u don’t wake up each day angry as well as smiling from ear to ear then u don’t know the first thing about living in this most amazing moment in the history of time.
[1] Please bend over backwards, to read, out aloud, screaming at the top of your lungs our one of a kind Mission Statement.
