From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Saturday, December 07, 2002 4:28 PM
To: Devin Standard
Thks,
Happy Birthday[1] and of
course never again will “we”
be caught by surprise. I plan to surprise though at least Jeffrey Krinsk by
showing up not just on Xmess Day never to
inhale the p-easants,
careful not to get tTOo
close to Franky the bird who continues to bite and now has once again a full set of wings.
I am planning on pulling out all stops
to hang around at least to celebrate the New Year with the rest of the world
whose odds of survival are also probably no better than “1 in 4” and few argue the
numbers with me these days as the wor.d spreads.
Right now I am watching the surf pound right in front of 11th
street in Del Mar, just a stone’s throw away from my previous abode at 1104
Stratford not quite the same as my one remaining structure at 1431 Stanford
Street in Santa[2]
Monica. Pypeetoe is venturing
out on his own making his way down the cliffs which provide a bird’s eye view
of friend and foe, nothing quite like a hawk which is one of the motorcycles
housed up in Santa Monica, at least I have the pink slip, somewhere.
This reminds me yet again of the Avenger Pitching Wedge
that Roger Hedgecock
has yet to return, to mention in passing the booklet that my now deceased
friend, Anne L.
Miller, had me “deliver”
to him back on April 6th, just 3 days after I received the “unsolicited”
Settlement Agreements from the not-so-good fair-weather folks.
The last date in The 400 Famous Dates in History is 1933, the rise
of Hit-l-er[3].
I haven’t checked in lately with all that many folks including my tenants in
Santa Monica some of whom were getting a little concerned, all in due course.
Quite frankly I think Jeffrey was being rather generous toward me
when he predicted my odds of survival being no more than “1 in 4.” My hope
though is that he will be much more generous with me when it comes to things of
matter like picking
up the pieces in the event the “winds of war”
move into “my neck of
the woods.”
The number of hits at the NT website continue to brake all
records which is the point I was making earlier today to the manager of my Ccrest Bed and
Breakfast Café over in Minehead, England as I racked him over the coals for his
“poor
performance” which will, in due course, be updated for full viewing on the
NT website to serve as further BUSschooling to those wanting
to help solve the problems of the world to mention little of Zquestion
which still needs work, if we are to mitigate the clouding up of our minds brought on in no
small measure by degenerative
diseases, professors Kelley and Price also requiring their update to
mention little of the need for more “intellectual
property.”
Time to eliminate right from the start the stuff that takes kids
on head trips from cradle to grave, as they become entangled in their parents
webs of deceit hanging themselves as they go through the paces of living up to
the aspirations of those without a value system on which to hang their “phat” hats while
trying to remain cool; clearly the need to make certain that teachers
are not only paid well but have cleaned up their own messes, poor
acts being placed on center stage, the first stage in leaving town[4].
As you know I have been cleaning up my act preparing to come out
of the closet with a whole new wardrobe putting aside the “mad hat” routine
first taught to me by King Golden
Jnr. who like the other two from the class of 3 will also be getting his
comeuppance having failed back on September 5th to take my advice to
“to hold your horses”
although unlike the other two not-so-properly schooled, children to boot, Mr.
Golden was schooled well enough from the University
of Virgin Law School to keep his distance while hoping that Dr. Stewart in
combination with Ms. Murray would be enough to hit me with a combination of
knockout punches.
Although better formerly schooled than most Mr. Golden still
carries with him the vestiges of a lost generation thinking that simply because
of their education they know what is best for the masses as they simply pick up
the pace making more of a mess of things blaming everyone butt
themselves. Make no mistake this is “kick
butt” time all around the world as President Bush pushes forward clearing
the way for new awakenings with folks like ourselves ready to provide all the
support he needs and then some.
My email to President Bush coincided with an email I received from
Dr. Stewart who had usurped the power of the State on a number of occasions
including getting both the local police as well as the FBI to get on my tail.
Mr. Golden in particular should have advised those committing such un-American
acts of my knowledge in the area of “tails”
including that element of the business world that keeps the trains running on
time. Without insurance we are all dead in the water.
Nothing like, however, keeping one’s opponents feet close to the
fire, i.e. maintaining one’s center of gravity which is something your “beast”
understands perfectly.
When, however, folks like Mr. Sunandmoon
Knight shine me on day and night hiding behind the sheets thinking that they
might try a sneak attack then they obviously haven’t been paying as much attention
to my writing to mention little of my “work
product” that is gaining an ever larger audience.
By now you would have thought that most folks tuned in to what I
am doing would recognize that despite the often distracting hyperlinks there is
not all that much I leave to chance including now more than ever how crystal
clear I can communicate once I have the evidence in hand. Discovery work is not
for the feint hearted and now it is a question of time as I prepare for the “foot” race ahead.
Those familiar with what I do for a living recognize clearly I
have the means to track down those who play it fast and loose with the truth
who should be held accountable every step of the way making certain that they
don’t impact especially the youth who are so vulnerable who still have a chance
of leading us into the promised land before the light switch is turned out.
I promised Mr. Knight who is copied in on this email that I will
give him exactly what monies are due him once he provides me with a full
accounting of all the business he engaged in, both on the books as well as “off
the books” that I don’t care one bit about his looks or who finds him
attractive. If, however, I catch a glimpse of either he or his tTOo male
friends who he says just “shared a room… from the middle of October through the
first week of November…3 to 4 weeks at the tops” making more hey in and around
the village of Minehead, let alone lightening up the stor., there will be hell to pay.
There is already on file with the local police authorities report
reference 420#7-12 which should remain on the books, according to the officer on desk
duty, “for the next 12 months.” This reminds me I need to follow up on the
“missing” email I received on April 30th of this year which you, as
executor of my estate should keep a copy of in safe custody along with the Ho Chi Min
Davis material which should be revealed to the masses around Christmas time to
tie in with all the celebrations to mention little of “Guess
who is coming to dinner?” this Xmas Eve.
I doubt Mr. Knight is going to cause any
further trouble since he is well aware of my “due diligence” as well
as knowing how seriously I take the subject of “lying stealing and cheating,”
that politicians are not simply born but raised in each of our backyards often
by parents who are simply overwhelmed, not quite ready to take on the
responsibility of parenthood, eventually creating problems for the rest of the
neighborhood who once the problem kids are shipped out then create further
havoc on the hi-seas
making bumpy rides for the rest of us.
Mr. Knight is now fully up to speed on
the success of Footsak.com,
although if he had done his “Jew diligence”
on me he would know that I make it my business to learn not only from my own
mistakes but from others including family members who have had to deal with
folks asserting “squatters
righTs.”
It should be patently clear to Mr. Knight that now would be the time to
approach those friends who he was “helping out” as in his revelations earlier
in the day,
“There was nothing in our agreement
which said what I could or couldn’t do. I was under the understanding
that I was taking
over the business, that the house came with me [café]. I was simply helping out a
friend in need. I
did him a favor and didn’t see it as a form of stealing, blah blah blah” [sic].
Mr. Knight even suggested that he was looking out
for my “best interests” by getting his own insurance coverage, “sum one million
English pounds sterling” [sic] which he argued placed me at no risk from one of
his “bosom
buddies” breaking a leg or tTOo as he and his
companion-s rubbed necks on what is one of the tightest stairways imaginable although
Marie and I once visited a castle dating back to 1066 which had one of his
friends actually broken his neck, by the time he was done collecting from my
insurance coverages, could very likely have each of one of the “friends”
owning their own French Castle which could be going relatively cheap once I am
done exposing the Vivendi regime.
The names of Mr. Knights “pawns” have now been
provided to the police authorities along with the name of the woman from the
personnel agency who referred Mr. Knight to me and who apparently was aware
that at least one of the Mr. Knight’s guests, supposedly an employee of hers,
was bunking at my favorite spot in all of England, quite a businesswoman this
Sharon hopes to be, but not on my nickel, wouldn’t you agree?
Now of course I have not bothered “Butch Cassidy and Sundance” who
are probably visiting the graveside of my friend Anne
L. Miller as they do each and every Saturday paying very careful attention
to the name of the Jewish people surrounding her and her husband’s graveside
where “Butch” and his dog “Sundance” pee on the headstones. According to “Butch
Cassidy” this is an Icelandic tradition, “as they had given of their lives.”
Icelanders know a thing or tTOo about circulating right including
avoiding snow on the streets by piping the heat from “aqua furs” under the streets
much like what I mentioned we look at doing in solving the water problems of
the world, all, however, in due course which reminds me of a communication I
should get out to the current chief investment officer of CALPERS whose family
are from Iceland where they pretty much know everyone on a first name basis.
A lot of folks get Iceland confused with Greenland thinking that
because of the “gree.” it is more attractive than
being placed on top of ice which is where most of the cool folk hang out. Mr.
Russell also mentioned that he had informed me in one of his earlier E-mails
about his mother coming over to assist and failed to mention him hosting his
“good samara tan friends” who had “freely” helped him moved his worldly
belongings into the what he thought was going to be his exclusive spot under
the sun, moon to boot, arguing,
“I only mentioned my mother staying to
you because it was a temporary thing, wasn’t a permanent thing. She knew she was bringing the dogs and whathaveyou?…You inadvertently mentioned in your email, ‘beg borrow but do not steal’…” [sic].
I gave Mr. Knight 45 minutes to pack up
his belongings and be out the door or face more severe consequences than having
to be out in the cold since I could be offering his room to some of the
homeless who may not have played it so fast and loose and somehow got caught up
in the draft as he and his pals played pong[5].
No longer does Mr. Knight think me to be
daft. It was his “whathaveyou” that finally got me to draw the curtains having
accumulated enough “evidence” in this “discovery process” to sink a battleship.
He fully understands that for every day he remains on the premises he is being
charged 100 pounds “sterling” or part thereof.
In a nutshell, Mr. Knight assumed that
his managing the stor. entitled him free rein of my living quarters to mention little of
my telling him right from the start that I was writing a book to help folks
different themselves from the other species who often behave better than man.
Horses for courses is something I know a
little bit about and I would at this point in time rather let one of my
“offspring” including Eminem hang from the chandeliers than have someone
seemingly brought up to be “unstable” making a pigsty out of a spot that many
Christian folk consider sacrosanct[6].
Burgundy Chapel is quite an amazing spot
and I had the good fortune this time last year to hang out for days in the
hills above and below going back into town on occasion to check on the spot I
had picked out not even knowing it was for sale. Valerie Coster is another one
special lady who I have been lucky to meet along the way to mention little of
her ex-husband clearly also raised right from the start.
The deal I did with them is well
documented in all the correspondence I subsequently had with my English
attorneys who would think twice to cross swords with me to mention little of
what it would be to have you the next President of the good old USA although it
may first take replacing Vice President Cheney’s who is a little heart sick.
More than ever folks are starting to get
with the program, especially those of us at least who are beginning to
understand the precarious times we live in and how being on the brink of war
has the electorate running around with their heads cut off hoping that someone
else will end up as chopped liver, not quite a barrel of fun I had jumping over
barrels paying no attention to the blades on my feet knowing perfectly well my
head was screwed on real tight, peripheral vision key at all times.
The end of the tunnel though brings new
beginnings, nothing though like tunnel vision unless you are blind in which
case it is important to have a well-trained dog.
Our one and a half hour telephone call ended
at 11:30am PST or thereabouts, although there were several interruptions of
other folks wanting my attention.
What I found quite amazing was that Mr.
Knight actually got to meet my attorney Mr. McClusky who has to be the most
difficult of all my attorneys to schedule even an email let alone an
appointment. Mr. Knight conceded that he didn’t present Mr. McClusky with
anything but a “lickor
plan” and I assume a bill for services rendered. By the time the final
accounting is done it is very possible Mr. Knight may be indebted to me and/or
my estate in which case do not consider any payments he subsequently decides to
make as falling under the category of “Charitable Contributions.”
I still plan to
offer liquor to those souls in need, certainly by Next Christmas. 2003 is going to be one great year and
there is no reason that we shouldn’t start celebrating a little earlier than usual since these times
are rather unusual especially those of us who can see the writing on the wall
and yes the Humpty Dumptys are going to take one big fall but not before it
seems we have to place more egg on some of their faces, feces to be cleaned on
all sidewalks.
At one point in my conversation with Mr. Knight he suggested that
my issue with him had to do with him being “gay.” Of course I had my suspicions
“butt”
even if I had all the evidence, and of course, the better the evidence the
better the proof, his raising this inconsequential point only served to
infuriate me more since it meant that possibly there were other sources of
income which he had failed to fully account for he as he “ducked and dived”
from the barrage of more than circumstantial evidence I gathered over the
course of the past several weeks as he chose to “pick and choose” what to
respond to in my emails and what to avoid.
Ipsofacto why depositions even when involving “hostile witnesses”
prove ever so helpful, i.e. it is not simply what one says but that which one
chooses to avoid which is all tTOo telling.
No doubt Mr. Knight at this moment in time fully
understands
what is meant by “obfuscation” which is a word I only learned back in late 1993
while doing an assignment for the Hurst publishing family.
In due course I will be following up with Mr. Hurst, the attorney
for Dr. Stewart who is probably still recovering from what I consider a “landmark” court ruling back on October 24th, no doubt still in a state of denial. The day before, October 23rd, shall remain a day of
infamy much like September 7th to former President Bush[7].
I make it my business to look at all angles in
examining the evidence, giving everyone always the benefit of the doubt,
knowing in fact how easy it is for one to build a case of chicanery against
innocent victims which today through DNA is helping free a lot
of particularly Black innocent people.
Re, the two Mercedes. I have a 1985 SL which remains black
although now parked under a brail of pine tree cones. It has as last I recall
some 100,000 plus miles on its speedometer. I’ll take pretty much anything on
it although I am in to it for about 9Gs. The
1984 Merc 300D is probably a steal at 3G although I paid something like 5Gs for
it on January 15th
of this year just 12 days after Marie took my advice and put her John Hancock
on a will that will begin in no small measure to empower the youth of the world
who are our future bringing fear and no doubt “crockadile tears” to
those not so “fort-u-nat-e = Tan-u-trofe”.
There is an expression common place amongst South African whites that goes something along the following lines,
“Be thankful that you are bright, white, butt
right now you are underage and my rules apply!”
which roughly translates into,
“Rules only apply to those more suntanned and
with just a bit of luk
you will have ‘equal’
opportunity to wreck havoc on the world when U2 turn 21.”
U boats should not to be confused with horse-shoes
or “do gooders” who accompany Treasury Secretaries needing a break from
Washington while wearing sunglasses that block out the mind, to mention little
of the hearst-shit we
were fed as kids while folks like King Golden Jnr got rear-ended, to mention
little of what happened to the former Mayor of Los Angles, Mr. Riorden who got
railroaded by Ho Chi Min Davis, not quite the serfer
of choice especially when one considers how his bunch of rapacious supporters
left us all with no choice, so much for the Right of Choice which impacts each
one of us living when those on the far right linked up with their left wing
buddies steal out votes.
Re: weapon. You might find yourself in a bidding war
against Marie who has grown quite attached to this not-exactly a nuclear device
but with enough firepower to match her “d-ueling
bulldog” quite a will
to beat. Again, I only come in peace knowing full well that it is important to prepare
for an all-out war against those who usurp the power of the State.
Now can you imagine if one of my adversaries were to
contact the Feds and cut and paste as Mr. Hurst and his client did in taking
liberty after liberty? How long do you think it would take for the doorbell to
ring?
Liberty Bell here we come!
Please let you father know I much I look forward to
meeting him.
Later alligator.
Gary
Ps The tee shirts have pretty much bit the dust but
it should result in a new income stream.
From: Devin STANDARD
Sent: Friday, December 06, 2002 10:46 PM
To: pacbell
Subject: Re:
Gary:
I would like to edit the “peace”
[sic] a bit tomorrow.
You can sell your cars and dirtbikes, quickly at www.craigslist.org. place an
ad in both San Diego and LA. The ads are free! I just found out about this
system yesterday.
Depending upon the model, I also know some folks into Mercs.
What kind of weapon is it by the way? Did I tell you I purchased an antique
Russian Rifle last week?
Talk to you tomorrow.
Hope the gang enjoyed the Tshirts.
Thanks again for Thanksgiving. We had a great time.
Cheers,
Devin
[2] 1+1+0+4=6, 1+4+3+1=9. 6 & 9
make a good combination.
[3] Senator Lott continues to reflect
the value system of those born and bred in the deep south who are no different
to most of the folks I grew up with in South Africa, 1948 a year
to remember, good and evil.
[4] I think we pretty much have things sorted out with Wells
Fargo as well as Bank of America and the Nextel
folks finally got the message loud and clear.
[5] I could also probably have the police
take him out in handcuffs assuming of course the rule of law continues to apply
to whites as well as blacks.
[6] He didn’t take kindly to my
bringing up religion where the discourse was much like what took place in the
Revlon deposition.
[7] George W’s father once got confused
into thinking September 7th was Pearl Harbor Day. So what is a
mistake of 3 months in the bigger scheme of things especially when one
considers we have yet to move over to the metric system proven superior some
2,500 years ago to walking aim-less-ly
in the dessert? 2003, though just around the corner, a half-way
mark of sorts, never to forget young Melissa Grant and her wrong
turns and how in the end we all connect, er-aid-ers
and “adders and abutters”
to boot. It is time, though, we made haste while the sun shines to feeding all
the youth of tomorrow including their parents who are now mothering and
fathering children without much guidance from those that came before.
