Glen - I am only just getting started today, the late
start the result of joining my partner-wife sipping wine
next to the blazing fireplace in the Beach Cottage’s Garden of Eden, Marie
very much liking your style
of communicating trying as best she could to make me feel not altogether
impotent by telling me after she consumed our entire stockpile of “Po-li Fuisse” [sic] that ran out last
week that she, like you, understands what I am trying to do but if my goal is
to stop her from being attracted to far better looking men, who have less
jiggles, pronounced “jigglees” then I had better start
paying more attention to what you have painstakingly gone about deriving great
satisfaction
in “kicking my flank”, my doing my level best to throw in
the financial word “derivatives” that few even on Wall
Street who like my friend Clive Berkowitz while managing
to eek out a living wage supporting a Scarsdale household, his wife a former Citigroup
“Choir Girl” incapable though, is Clive, in
explaining even if I were to give both he and his terrific wife a full page on
one of my 100 odd websites, exactly how what he does adds one single net United
States cent to the Gross Domestic Product of the United States of America
although just distracting the likes of Clive Berkowitz for even a single minute
could contribute significantly in softening the impact on momworker63
types once the stock markets around the world reach the point of total
meltdown, assuming of course one believes that just one single human being can
save the world, agree?
Back on February
13th of this year when I posted an offer for anyone to
purchase our claim against Citigroup for $100 billion the share price of
Citigroup traded at a share price not much different to what it is today,
keep watching, action-reaction-overreaction.
The reaction I got from this Endless Universe
letter which I sent to the editor of a local newspaper here in Del
Mar has caused a reaction that I could have only dreamed possible,
notwithstanding.
The bad news for some is that our Ccrest Café in
Minehead, England got off to a record “soft start”,
sales of some 70 pounds on Saturday and then 150 pounds [Sterling] on Sunday,
the Taylors managing to cope along with assistance
from an Algerian-Egyptian chef, happy I
understand to assist Bryan Taylor in the kitchen in exchange for food and
sharing Bryan’s bedroom and I can assure of one thing for certain at this
time other than the happiness of Marie’s face last evening agreeing with
me that to have thrown money at this business venture would have been the death
nail, highly unlikely no matter how well his new assistant makes out, Bryan
will suddenly develop a crush on his new found friend who we understand is not
only happy to be out of Algiers but away from
London, time will tell though, how things will turn but to the naysayers please
continue to wish me and my friends all the ill will you can muster.
Hyperlinked
is my draft follow up to Endless Universe that I handed to Marie as she
headed out the door to get her hair cut, she being the only person I know who
uses an Epilady
to remove the miniscule amount of hair that grows on her legs and why her younger so dam
handsome brother quite the athlete, so
important when pointing out the negatives to say something positive, does not
have the balls to use this device developed by men to torture women on his
bikini line choosing instead the latest laser which probably costs less in
Quebec, Canada than here in California, this still
being quite the perfect State within the United States other than say Puerto
Rico for filing a workers compensation complaint despite all the bs one reads
about in the press about reform, is something I intend to take up with Jean Dion when he
returns later in the year while following through on training our JoNathan on
his winning ways, wins no where near as important as “playing the game”,
always on the watch, however, for those with the growl who make it a habit of
sugarcoating the parenting bit, hard to not butt notice how Jean Dion has
developed a much broader chest than what u c in this photo,
his one Iron Man athlete friend Pierre quite the “crybaby” celebrating with us
his 10th place in the Florianopolis Iron Man going on 2 years ago,
agree?
Then again you may not necessary know that the Epilady
which has this rotating coil at its head was first conceived of by examining
how when men used a spring like device to expand their chests less chest hair became a
natural byproduct, not that our spring-bon voyage party for Sebastian
Capella and his wife this Wednesday would interfere with
Marie always priding herself on looking her best, last nights incredible meal
with our "too" [sic] kids getting better it seems with each passing
moment highlighted by Marie bringing out her best silverware, such actions very
much part of my extraordinary
Jewish mother's upbringing to treat her family at least as well as she
would treat strangers so welcome into our Jewish Orthodox Jewish household, albeit
one situated in the perhaps the most dysfunctional community on planet earth,
perhaps no different it seems to religious and non-religious communities
elsewhere, agree?
I only knowing what I know and what I experienced and how
much better off we all would have been by being told the truth, empowering us
to face up to the truth of what it means to sweep things under the carpet like Jewish Capos
that performed the bloody work of the Nazi SS and in so doing possibly
more than a handful of us would have stood up to the likes of Durban North South African Lazarus clan that
allowed the Nationalist Nazi Party to
rule South Africa with an iron fist for sum 40+ years, to mention little of my
feeling sick to my stomach earlier last evening when catching a glimpse of Larry
King Live who had this Jewish comedian making a joke that Larry "Vacuum head" King thought
like perhaps millions of human beings elsewhere on the planet incredibly funny
including very possibly my extraordinary and mostly very caring mother and
step-father, Alan Zulman,
perhaps even Kenneth Standard a black gentleman who this June 18th is
scheduled to be sworn in as the next president of the New York State Bar
Association and father of Devin Standard
the executor of my estate, most of all though, I would be willing to bet my
bottom dollar, the left wing communist elitists like Mr. Debonair JRK, Po-li Pollak
etcetera, etcetera, the idea that just because someone refers to you as "Sir"
should not infer that such a display of civility has even a trace element of
race attached to it, this comedian who makes his living making fun of other
people suggesting that the black waiter turn around, be distracted from the
task at hand which was to serve miserable specimens as this joker, so as to
look at a picture of Abraham Lincoln informing the attentive waiter who may
have just been playing along much like the black slaves that served our
households in South Africa some 40+ years after the fall of Nazi Germany in
1948, very possibly instructed by an aware owner of the restaurant catering to
such despicable Jewish clowns, not to suggest that the proprietor was
necessarily a racist catering to folks with “blackened hands”, that
such a photo should serve as a reminder why black men should not feel the need
to use salutations such as "Sir", while very funny if you are
deprived of sensibilities, agree?
So quick us Jewish people to hide own dirty laundry yet
so incredibly sensitive not to be willing to engage the likes of me in full on
debate, nothing more sensitive coming to mind than the antics of Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss who besides for being
my mother's closest friend in the world happens to be the spiritual leader of a
great number of current and former Jewish South Africans, not to forget that
now once divorced
Abner Weiss has held so sought after rabbinical posts here in the United
States such as the “supper rich” [sic] Beth Jacob Synagogue in
Beverly Hills, California.
My using this missive to take the war right into the living
rooms of those close buddies I grew up with in South Africa as well as the more
than a handful of hypocritical so-called Jewish people I have met on my many
travels, Rabbi Weiss' growing deafening silence on the extent to which he
considered himself "bought and paid 4"
[sic] by the likes of the Durban North Lazarus clan
sends a pitiful message that us Jewish people are all about money, yet Judaism
was the first to place an Almighty Smart G-D
above all else including the accumulations of riches towards what end?
So for it to become all about money is a very sad thing,
agree?
No doubt part of Professor Abner Weiss' silence, remember
he has known me since a toddler, has something to do with this incredibly
educated and rather bright man covering Royal Mater's ass in case she has
diarrhea, Manager Minute One
already creating a ground swell movement from the bottom up, schooling
everything, Charm
School having its place as long as one is not "shy"
about telling the truth, verbal [non-sic] remedies for saving the earth.
How many others out besides for my mother not able to
hold it together relying on the likes of Rabbi Abner Weiss and Rabbi Dennis Prager
their conduct equally distasteful such folks a cover for elitists on both
the far right and far left to have their fun poking jokes at others always,
however, throwing in a few jokes aimed at their own just to show some level of
evenhandedness, many folks no different to Abner Weiss and Dennis Prager thinking
I am simply stirring the shit, not just my mother's shit, however, agree?
One cannot be certain that the editor of the Del Mar
Times will publish this follow up letter which is geared toward getting
folks to think about the next steps in empowering the youth, mostly to get
their kids to question once again, more than a handful of folks suggesting I
write a weekly column that would dovetail the column written by the Willis
Brothers, their surfing analogies while
excellent when not catering to the ruling elite, these very likeable characters
who happen to be on my email list perhaps more mindful than me that the Del Mar
Times advertisers are primarily real estate folks and doctors catering to the
"rich
chick" crowd.
Let me know what you think and what edits I can make to
make it both more understandable as well as palatable for the editor and his
bosses, my overhearing a conversation some time back that ex-South Africans
have a stake in this freebie publication, bearing in mind that if they refuse
to publish my article I could hit the streets with my own guerilla marketing
campaign, agree?
Gary
Ps - It is just
a matter of minutes before I upload on the Internet more of the "smoking
gun proof" of corruption of epic proportions that will wipe
the smile off many a face including the likes Mr.
Debonair JRK and Mr. George Money Talks Hurst Esq.
who is now commanded to inform his client Dr. John
Ben Stewart also known as Dr. HIM
as well as The Sperm Donor that it
is just a matter of moments before his clients "too" [sic]
biological children we know of find out the "full story", their incredibly
mother, my partner-wife Marie Dion and I gaining no comfort from our JoNathan
in his prior baseball game making a detour not only from the team's
baseball manager who also acts as the main
coach but from his biological father who has the official designation “coach”
but really masquerades as one of the assistant coaches, sitting on his fat
backside with a growl on his face enough to make even a grown man cry, so much
worse to face up to the reality that you cannot rely on one's own father to
give you comfort during the tough times so quick though is Dr. HIM to pat our JoNathan on the back when
he wins a game in overtime such "hot and
cold" actions coming full circle with the honest
expressions from one's school buddies who make no bones about their dislike of Dr. HIM who JoNathan has to entertain some 50%
of the time when he is not with Marie and me, to mention just in passing the
incredible weekend JoNathan, Marie and I spent “bonding”
even Marie braving what seemed like 80 degree surf yesterday.
Never to forget that despite the somewhat cooler
temperature outside the surf this past Friday evening, JoNathan and I surfed
the entire oshon, it seemed, to ourselves until such time as it was pitch black
outside, our boy only calling it quits when there were no longer shadows formed
to indicate the pitch of the
waves that were becoming ever so merciless.
And then there was also time during this glorious 3 days
to rearrange the artwork in the beach house that serves as quite an excellent
gallery there being one moment as I lost my balance while doing
gymnastic-beam-work for me to think long and hard of how Marie could simply add
a few highlights to her most current painting of an orange grove applying my
blood splattered throughout the living room area assuming of course my dog,
Pypeetoe, who has this wonderful habit of licking my spilled blood were not to
do a professional job, my mindful of the Israeli who came by this morning to
clean the carpets not speaking a word of Hebrew, his command of French
thankfully not that apparent to Marie, quite an incredible hard worker this
Christian gentleman who also happens to be so dam good looking, you have to
remember Bryan Taylor served as Marie’s handyman,
everyone it seems wanting to go into business with my one-of-kind-partner-wife
who simply wants to paint.
Please understand I am still in the recovery stage of
Marie informing me that she had advised JoNathan who wanted to go surfing with
me on Friday evening just as I began my missive to his biological
father’s attorney,
“Just tell him going surfing is one way to remove his jiggles and you
will see how quickly he finishes up his emails.”
In other words I can work on my expanded waistline
but not my looks, my still recovering from the lamb
my friend Derrick Beare fed me when last I
visited with him in London, England but there is really nothing I am prepared
to do about my big nose, ugly-duck-looks
and my ears that are growing exponentially so much so that I can barely look at
myself in the mirror without wanting to make as much of myself as other members
of our household, moreover there is no way in hell even if Bill
“Wallpaper Kitchen” Clinton were to order his Irish buddies,
i.e. the Kennedy clan to get the IRA to firebomb each and every
one of my residences that I would agree to any type of plastic surgery bearing
in mind what the surfing father of one of JoNathan’s friends had to tell
me yesterday as we all hung out together about a prospective client wanting to
borrow monies to purchase an $8 million lot in Malibu, California, the client
although in with insurance companies selling church organized groups in “worn torn”
[sic] places like South Central Los Angeles life insurance policies on their
membership whose life expectancy in gang infested communities is somewhat lower
than in say the Malibu Colony where the “rich and famous” hang, this Ferrari
plus plus plus owner despite kickbacks up the kazoo each time a “dude bites the dust” along with
the church minister of course getting his-her due, is today pretty much out of
cash, such a not altogether new piece of information being shared with me after
I made the passing comment that the insurance industry despite taxpayer bailouts of unprecedented proportions
remains critically
ill and why the likes of Mr. Debonair
JRK went for a “quick cash settlement”
with Mr. Ronald “The
Finagle King” Perelman, all part of the stuff the likes of Mr. Debonair JRK sought to have me stay
ever so quiet as they went about collecting on their receivables like never
before.
When our young service people don’t have the tools
to complete their deadly assignments there can be no holding back on exposing
the level of corruption here in our own back yards, us Americans having no
right to tell anyone anywhere how to behave until such time as we ferret out
our own deep rot, thank G-D again for having gifted us an incredibly responsive
president such as George W. Bush who inherited a mess of epic
proportions perhaps nothing quiet as bad as the fact that so many of our youth
take their cue from the failure of our Congress to convict Bill “Wallpaper
Kitchen” Clinton who saw like anyone else who has allowed his
formal education to interfere with his learning no wrong whatsoever in lying
under oath, signing a materially false and grossly misleading statement-complaint
“under penalty of perjury” the notion
that it was “just about sex with a young intern” violating
many a rule on the book to mention little of the former president getting his
one buddy Vernon Jordan, a member of the board of Revlon Corporation
just one of many public companies Ronald
“The Finagle King” Perelman has trashed in no small
measure the result of the communist bosses on both sides of the isles, again
those on the extremes constantly meeting up, their being no beginning, middle
Or
End to much in this universe, thank G-D again for this
Digital Age that now has more than a handful of these rogues in permanent
check, agree?
Sad again that there are more than a handful of folks out
there who see graciousness and kindness simply as weakness, their numbers
dwindling, however, as the youth who are all our futures get more and more in
touch with the heartbeat of the universe.
Ps I – As
best I recall no more than 3 people on my email list of sum 1500 over the
course of the past several months have asked to be added to my "delete list",
even Dr.
Michael Aronowitz a class mate of my sister at Carmel College
although requesting that I do so may have in fact changed his mind since I
continued to copy him on my missives after he failed to respond to my missive
to him which can be seen in the previous hyperlink, my giving Michael another
opportunity to respond in kind and hopefully he will spell out exactly what it
is that he finds so offensive that has him vomiting, surely it had nothing to
do with my understanding of the unnecessary procedures, part and parcel of the
medical over billing practices at Sharp Memorial Hospital here in San Diego
where Dr. John Ben Stewart remains a practicing pathologist, the
pathological liar that he is.
Ps II - Clive
Gurwitz the son of my mother's closest friend, Julius Gurwitz, a South African
attorney who has lived for donkeys years in Israel emailed me this “help” email
on Saturday and I respectfully suggest that Clive and his wife and family while
possibly being used once again by Royal Mater to shoot her “poison
tipped arrows” reconsider the impact of being added to my delete
list, the same with a South African architect cousin of mine Allan Hackner who
contacted me for the first time I believe yesterday.
Like Clive Gurwitz Allan
Hackner may not be all that proud to have his good name alongside folks such as
Norman
Lazarus a member of the Durban North, Lazarus clan, unless of course he
feels at one with these scoundrels, both Allan
and Clive having been raised in, as best I recall, Jewish Orthodox homes where
to question was the name of the game although we cannot forget the wifey of Professor
Aaron BrownNose
Brown of the Yeshiva University in New York City calling for me to
be “banned”,
some of us from DurBAN, South Africa
haven’t forgotten how good the Lazarus Jewish Capos in keeping us,,,, so
shut up!
The "black hands"
email I sent Clive Gurwitz back on October 23rd of last year one day shy of
Marie and my 1 year anniversary of achieving gold in a criminal court room
setting in downtown San Diego as you may have gathered resulted in a deafening
silence not just from Clive Gurwitz a former Israeli paratrooper but members of
my own household, the issue of the day, the deafening silence of Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss known to
many Jewish people throughout the Diaspora nothing short of eardrum shattering,
to mention in passing Rabbi Weiss presiding over the nuptials of Michael
“$5
billion Crook Hedge Fund Manager”
Steinhardt’s daughter to another Carmel College alumni, my
repetitiveness in no small measure due to the brain damage I have to overcome
if in fact the only way you can get the advance I think is well worth it for Manager
Minute One is for me to reach an audience of sum 6.3 billion people
eliminating of course the illiterate.
It is going to take money to flush out the worst of the
worst and once I have accomplished that task the rest will be easy pickings.
It is in fact the irate folks who provide me with much of
my guidance these days for there numbers are dropping in leaps and bounds, once
I produce the evidence of how “used and abused” the masses
have been for donkeys years it is my opinion that everything else will fall
very much into line, the need though to plough very carefully at this time
using analogies that just about everyone can
get their arms around, telling real stories that have universal appeal,
injuries so often best treated by applying both heat and cold the abuse we have
seen directed toward our JoNathan one minute he is the “shit head”
as in “I have nothing to say to you!” and then at the next
game the team’s savior not exactly falling on our deaf ears, his
biological father muttering at Saturday’s post game talk, “You
were all great. U stayed focus on my ever widening rear end” [sic].
Be4 hitting the surf again today JoNathan’s
baseball practice cancelled as a result of the heat, here at the beach though
it is picture perfect, I will begin preparing my cover letter to the editor of
the Del Mar Times.
No doubt the work out JoNathan has got while moving about
in the surf has him beginning to get into “fighting shape” in order
to be competitive in the real world as opposed to the customary waiting around
in baseball for another round of a bully yelling his head off seemingly
preparing the kids for boot camp, the business of war where money is no object
so favoring the extremists everywhere such pitiful characters being slowly but
surely singled out, which is not to say there is enough bird feathers to go
around, each day that our JoNathan gets yelled at just one more feather in the
cap of his biological father who has this habit of using others to “shoot his poison tipped arrows” there
naturally being a number of things my incredible mother has in common with Dr. HIM, my mother though has mostly done
incredible good on her rather brief stay on earth, at least this time around,
If tonight’s hard work-hard play in the surf if
half as much fun as we had on Friday evening I will be one happy trooper,
JoNathan’s hesitation around 8 PM PST on Friday as the light faded,
choosing not to catch a wave I was on but not quite in full control, the broken
lap buckle on my waveski causing me to lose my balance, not only saved the day
but allowed us to continue having lots of fun, our send off in no small measure
helped by the call we got just moments earlier before bringing heading to the
beach, my dad in Melbourne, Australia letting us know how much he is missed.
The “missing”
email sent to me by my extraordinary mother some 2 years no doubt having its
impact on some folks’ decision to now bury their heads in the sand, no to
forget that while my
father was dive-bombing the crap out of the Nazi
bastards Clive Gurwitz’s father kowtowed to his Nazi captors,
important that I try and at least get Clive Gurwitz to find out whether his
father remembers any Jewish Capos in the prisoner of war camps he hung with
during WWII
Or
were Jewish Capos just kept in reserve for the slave and
death camps during the Holocaust, who knows I might still have time left to
send Deborah “Aggressive”
Sturman Esq. a much anticipated email.
Ps II –
Marie found another mosquito on the side of my mouth while watching the
baseball game this past Saturday, neither of us quite certain whether it was
simply paralyzed
Or
dead like the other 2.
Ps III –
So can we expect you at the party this Wednesday that will start around noon
and my guess is it will end at sunrise the next day, and I assume you will
grant me at least 48 hours to recover.
Earlier I got off the phone with a real estate agent from
Caldwell Banker who called to inform me that the house I am renting which
serves as the west coast headquarters of Manager
Minute One is not only up for sale, something I heard about just yesterday
but that she is expecting multiple offers, the asking price $1,695,000 seems to
many quite a steal, the seller having purchased this property that actually
contains 2 beach cottages for some $1.3 million back in September of last year,
possibly running into financial difficulties having at least once before bought
and sold the same property, it is possible that this Caldwell Banker hung up
the phone be4 I could give her Mr. Debonair
Krinsk’s telephone numbers home, USA-1-619-222-8842,
office USA-1-619-238-1333 extension 24,
just moments earlier I had mentioned how I have given up on coaching the likes
of Mr. Debonair JRK and his
puppeteers Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach
how to respond to fast balls thrown at
Or
Near head in favor of embarrassing the hell of out
economic opportunists who in their desire to beat me in my quest to die the
richest person in the grave fail to ensure that there is a market price paid
for developers so much so that our youth who are all our futures get enough of
an education to compete against the Chinese who only sleep when having sex.
From: GS
To: 'marie'
Sent: Friday, April 30, 2004 2:47 PM
Subject: RE:
satisfaction? what satisfaction?
-----Original
Message-----
From: Marie Dion [Gevisser] - mdg42203@sbcglobal.net]
Sent: Friday, April 30, 2004 1:02 PM
To: Glenn Shapiro
Cc: gg
Subject:
Glen - I am taking the liberty of using my
partner-wife's email account, it being my decision to have you copied on
her too [sic]
missives this morning for the sole purpose of you looking forward to
derive as much satisfaction in kicking her flank as you currently do
mine more so if I were to decide to hide out in one of
the many caves here in Del Mar overlooking the Pacific Oshon, the
publishing of my Endless Universe
letter to the editor of a local newspaper having already caused quite a stir,
my wordiness having only hitting the street today, part of the "dog
and pony" show for Manager Minute One, my deafening silence over
the past 72 hours about to be broken, nothing quite like a broken record,,,, mater here I come, Jews, Romans,
Catheter-clad Catholics, Christians, Buddyhistorians,
countrymen excetera, excetera who play it
"fast and loose", watch out!
Gg
Ps - We are having a private bon voyage party
this May 5th for Marie's art Professor, you would be most welcome.
