From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
Thursday, April 24, 2003 6:41 PM
To:
Ron Bellows

Subject: "if it pleases the court" - part one

 

 

Ron, I am sitting over at the Plaza in downtown Del Mar enjoying an incredible sunny afternoon without a breath of air sucking down a smoothy with my South African friend Marius who just mentioned something attributable to Ghandi that goes along the lines, “At first they ignore you; then they make fun of you; then they fight with you and then you win.”

 

There can be no getting away from the lackluster performance of Sunmed’s technology not yet having reached the masses and as you know when things get out of hand and litigation becomes a viable option then it all comes down to pointing fingers and ultimately the apportionment of blame.

 

So what do you think of Michelangelo’s Last Judgment of Moses “pointing” at God?

 

Do you know if during the Nuremberg Trials after WWII the defense attorneys ever used the “poor house” routine including attributing some level of responsibility on the folks who manufactured mustard gas [during WWI] that may have set Hitler on a track leading to more than a series of train smashes for many of my Jewish brothers and sisters who despite strong self-esteem, lovely homes filled with love, Judaism, joy and miles and miles of smiles, yachts to boot et al chose to follow the spectrum put forth by the likes of Ghandi who I take my hat off to but not if it means allowing the sun to burn right through my brain emptying my mind of things I happen to hold sacrosanct as in, The Meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth.

 

It is my vision that GrubbyGrub.com will pass quickly through the phases of “fad” and “fashion” to become in short order a “fact” of everyday life where a person’s worth is based on them being both interesting, different and of course any copycats better be equally as charitable to mention little of them all being transparent, masks to boot all the way to Timbuktu.

 

This past Sunday Marie’s kids returned with their biological father from Australia and we celebrated their return from “Downunder” where “nearly everyone is related to a criminal” by going up to the cabin where we engaged in the most out of control mud fight I have ever been a part of and of course with all the mudslinging going on not even speedy Pypeetoe who more than a handful of folks have suggested is on steroids, could escape the barrage.

 

There was some criticism leveled by Dr. John Ben Stewart [JBS] about the kids not being welcomed back to the Gevisser-Dion household with an “egg hunt” but Marie disposed of the candy rush, sugarcoating out the window, by letting JBS know in her mild mannered way that the mud energy release did a whole lot of good to splatter the backbiting we customarily inherit after the kids no doubt feel compelled to compete for his attention. 

 

Last night Marie finished Jonathan’s book titled Holes and she assures me that it is not only easy reading but it should hold my attention long enough to go “cover tTOo cover” [sic].

 

We have a great photo of Jonathan and me who clearly won this full-on-war that left no one including Marie and Danielle untouched but since JBS objects to the kids photo being displayed on The Internet as a substitute I manage to plaster everywhere their much varied art. I continue to copy JBS’ attorney Mr. George Hurst Esq. on nearly all my emails giving him the opportunity to voice a protest at the flip of a switch or simply to respond in kind and let me know clearly and precisely what if anything he finds objectionable.

 

George “Hearst” [sic] and I know each other pretty well these days and I am all butt certain he is thinking more than twice about ever again attempting to pull off the type of stunt he and/or his client engineered outside the courtroom immediately after our first hearing before Judge Hendrix where his actions resulted in Marie Dion Gevisser all but taking his lights out permanently as she tossed him lefts and rights without so much as having to raise her very sexy voice, flexing though enough muscle to let this wimp of an attorney know that he had not only stepped over the line in attempting to buy her off but he was better off taking on someone of his own midget size.

 

And consequently he decided to take me on. And the rest will soon appear in the history books or at least in Manager Minute One which Mr. George Hurst and JBS have all but assured will be a best seller.

 

I wasn’t sure if during JBS’ monologue which had Marie continuing to work away at a rapid pace putting the finishing touches to another bloc-buster.com t-shirt design that she was able to throw in a word let alone a question sideways JBS’ take on Jonathan’s rationale for why his father lets him use a neighbor’s paint gun, “prevents him from having to spend the money to mention little of the inordinate amount of time to go out and buy one for me” [sic].

 

As you may have read in one of my earlier emails Jonathan is very much like his mother in his ability to be both precise and concise as in they both don’t always paint bright, are very precise and in my opinion think very Jewish, different and apart from what makes Chagall so attractive to Jewish people, “paints bright, isn’t very precise but is Jewish.”

 

JBS wanted to let Marie know what an incredible time the kids had despite Jonathan not seeing a single crocodile although maybe he simply mentioned to me that he didn’t bump in Crocodile Dundee. As you know I am losing my hearing as my hair starts to grow back.

 

Having Jonathan with Marie and I as we went through the marriage vows two days ago was nothing short of awe-inspiring to mention little of the multi-faceted discounted services he provided including functioning as the “ring provider”, photographer and most importantly he served as our “witness” quite different from when his biological father took him in tow down to the San Diego Courthouse just up the street from where we were married on that very mournful day, September 11th 2002 in follow up to his vow 3 days prior, “You will never be their stepfather. I will hound you the rest of your life.

 

One of these days I hope to take Jonathan step-by-step through the 10 Commandments and I doubt I will have to explain much about what it means to “bear false witness” [sic].  

 

I indicated in my last communication with Laurie Black that I am working on an updated reading of the 10 Commandments and in the event I get run over by a truck before it is complete I know I can leave it up to the likes of you, Mr. Krinsk, Mr. Standard et al to complete the task without much fanfare and little commentary. And if you can get Amos Wright off the golf fairways you can be all but certain the proceeds will make it in to the bank.

 

Tomorrow is the 33rd anniversary of my Barmitzvah and I will use that special occasion to respond to an E-mail I received back on Monday, April 14, 2003 8:02 PM from Laurie who at a minimum must feel somewhat comforted that I am still around to help explain to her why, “Frankly, I am stunned to find myself so angry Gary”.

 

As you know I am about to collect on a double or quits bet I took with Jeffrey Krinsk that I would survive this Passover. And I believe Passover ended last night. It is possible that Jeffrey Krinsk might want to take another “double or quits” bet increasing my possible winnings to $64 but I think I am simply going to cash in my winnings right now. This past Friday night Marie and I celebrated the ritual of Passover at one of favorite restaurants in La Jolla.

 

I chose a Passover Special dinner coming in at a very reasonable “$36 double chai” which Marie interpreted as nothing short of increasing the cholesterol level for folks like Jeffrey’s one cardiologist friend Paul Tierstein to then make a killing from those while in somewhat good health use the occasion to coast through ad-infinitum many of their misgivings that allow them to enjoy a feast that in my opinion goes on a little “tTOo long” [sic] that always seemed to leave me with quite a belly ache and I can tell you it was not from all the laughter to mention little of the claims that may soon start pouring over your desk as more and more research possibly suggests that human farts, i.e. airborne feces, constitute as big a threat to the environment as airborne rat feces.

 

Mr. Krinsk had a quite a problem removing all the dung that had accumulated during the previous owner’s stay although it was really his wife who undoubtedly suffered the most while orchestrating the removal of such air particles by men clad from toe-to-head in spacesuits that made them look like they came from Mars.

 

Earlier today I got cut off in the middle of a phone conversation with Jerome Kurtenbach Esq. who represents a Dr. Mitzsos who like anyone else involved with MaryRose Cusimano was sending me an SOS and the tune although so familiar rings hollow with me for the simple reason that Mr. Kurtenbach’s client obviously failed to do his due diligence before investing both his time and possibly monies into Sunmed-SunDynamics-SunDiagnostics.

 

The problem appeared to be the batteries on my cell phone having dried up but I think we covered the important bullet points, never to forget the mistake I made in one of the back and forth email communications “sum 7 years ago” to Fred DeLuca where I mixed up Caesar with Nero as the world started the long track toward the ashes burning witches at the “steak” [sic] until they came for the Jews and while a few gentile folk stood tall all the kuk my recent ancestors had built up over the years deadened their sensitivities butt now seems as good a time as any for me to make the call to Penthouse Magazine.

 

Even though I know Hustler Magazine would grab hold of the “smoking gun evidence” I have of political corruption at the highest levels of the Californian State Government by the Democratic Party Chiefs and God only knows how many Republican grunts got caught up in this rather round about loop, I just have a hard time being allied with folks who make so much fun out of a donkey’s butt hole.

 

On the other hand how can one fault someone like Larry Flynnt who while paralyzed is the envy no doubt of folks like JW August, the ABC Network affiliate in San Diego, Ms. Kimberly Hunt’s former boss who lacks the courage to do the right thing. But of course these pathetic wimps constitute the overwhelming majority of media people who know that it is much easier to butter the bread of some 100 odd U.S. Senators and a few hundred U.S.  Congressmen and Congresswomen and their equally bought and paid for underlings in the State Houses than have to pay off some 300 million taxpaying citizens who are getting so much smarter as they become better informed thanks in large measure to the likes of “Florence Hopkins & Kathryn Murray.”

 

Have you heard of a Senator Davis? Have I missed something recently? Could it be that Governor Davis has already worked out a plea bargain with the Attorney General of the United States that now has him a Californian State Senator?

 

By the way the husband of the Deputy Marriage Commissioner who married Marie and I designs computerized “war games” for the United States Navy. Evelyn Hunnewell seemed to confirm the notion that if Jonathan wanted to join up and fight for his country only his biological parents could object. I didn’t bother asking her whether a “step-father” might be able to exert less power of persuasion than say a “significant other” or possibly a “travel companion”? And as Evelyn so correctly pointed out if our government is forced to reintroduce the draft it would be the beginning of the end for our so-called “Democracy.” 

 

And of course those of us in the know understand perfectly well that although we talk a lot about our democracy being supreme it is anything but perfect although it is whole lot better than living in dictatorial regimes dotted all over our planet.

 

One has to be so careful when giving information to kids who are so trusting of adults and so Marie and I spent several minutes on the way up to the cabin pointing out that as we go back in time, not necessary to have to go all the way back to Adam and Eve, it will turn out that we are all related to one or tTOo criminals who often get a designation by virtue of others usurping their limited authority.

 

This whole thing about some parents objecting to putting their kids photos up on The Internet raising some interesting questions including what I suspect is the need to have someone watching over the kids as they play in the street to the point that should a stranger show up the au-pair in a mad dash to cover the child’s face with a mask slips and falls, ends up in the gutter, cut to ribbons, lawsuits galore and then when the rains come their feces get washed into the surf where folks like JBS who have this penchant to constantly say, “Let me show you how” digest what was originally contaminated sushi. It is endless this blame game, wouldn’t you agree?

 

Now why Michael Jackson hasn’t used this sort of defense when his bizarre behavior remains unchecked is anyone’s guess. It may be because he is Black and the media keep forgetting their responsibility for the outbreak of superficiality than plastic surgeon’s getting kickbacks on automobile accidents which reminds me of something the property manager of the one property I rent in Del Mar told me about this hand surgeon and his partner who is an anesthesiologist who paid for 5 Star treatment at a “spiritual retreat” seminar he attended.

 

Now the question you must surely be asking is why anyone who lives the “high life” in a place like Del Mar, California would need to go off to some fukukta place to find peace and tranquility. The folks though that attend these type of gatherings are I am told quite “loving” and my good friend is currently working out the usual marriage difficulties that come from not allowing the dialogue in a relationship to become two monologues which as I’ve repeated before is the beginning of the end which reminds me that JBS has yet to confirm in writing our plans to leave for Europe next month.

 

I hope Dr. Mitzsos gets the message that whereas he may have possible claims against Sunmed et al any future actions are night and day difference between what I am about to have delivered to me, i.e. a recorded judgment issued, I assume, by a judge in good standing.

 

The day of judgment is drawing closer for a number of folks who have played it “fast and loose” and I am hoping that everyone will soon get with the program that there is little place for anyone to hide given two very important factors that make today different than at any time in history.

 

Not only do we have The Internet to doggedly track down wrongdoers but with weapons of mass destruction small enough to fit into a suitcase not even those with 200ft walls surrounding their compounds are safe and of course there isn’t enough cushioning in safety deposit boxes although those confined to padded cells might see jail time one method to protect themselves against the rising tide as the masses get not only more informed but in being armed to the teeth with knowledge and skill they might for the very first time in history feel equipped to take their rightful place in the mess halls of the rich and famous.

 

There are no winners in any war, certainly not in the long term as we are seeing today with the collapse of the business plans of public corporations and my hope is that calm minds will prevail particularly in those areas where I might be able to “bear” some influence.

 

Your dogged pursuit of trying to get all the parties to do the right thing has finally got to the point where all roads intersect and I am not suggesting that the United States embark right now in all an all out war with Syria although according to a segment on 60 Minutes this past Sunday night the president of Lebanon seems to have given the green light to Hezbollah being granted “first rights of refusal” to destroy the State of Israel before unleashing their operatives here in the United States.

 

Deciding who is “friend and who is “foe” has plagued man from the beginning of time and it is so easy to get caught up in intellectual debates especially when one is dealing with “light heads” such as Polie Pollak, who appears to have taken over from King Golden as the Democratic Party’s “poster boy” to mention little once again of the old saying, “My enemy’s enemy is my friend” and why old Polie might feel it pays to stay close to Mr. Devin Standard who is a conservative but light footed and very much on the ball.

 

It is my understanding that Polie called Devon the other morning expressing in addition to his loss for words that he is counting the number of words in each of my E-mails which is a good start. Devin gave Polie my telephone number but he has yet to call let alone invite me to a debate on the Fox Network although Rupert Murdoch might not be willing to pay the price of having me air his family’s dirty laundry, the kowtower he is.

 

There was another interesting segment on 60 Minutes dealing with this software company in north Carolina that goes by the name SAS which adds immeasurably in terms of the Digital Age bringing the have-nots closer together with the haves.

 

When I first heard the words “north Carolina” I thought that they might be doing a segment on Beacon Sweets, a transplanted South African company which I once referenced in a 22,000 odd E-mail to South Africa’s Minister of Finance. I had at one time wanted to buy their chocolate peanut machine that produced the most amazing looking and mouthwatering tasting chocolate that I first used to “steel” [sic] Marie’s heart. One of the very few really smart guys running the company told me that the failure of the product had as much to do with its name, “Knuts” as it did the idiots who didn’t include any marketing dollars to properly market this incredible product.

 

Now understand my step-father got his first break from his uncle Haimy Zulman who founded Beacon Sweets and so I suspect if anyone from the Zulman family or related to them gets to read this far into the email they will first direct their rage toward Alan Zulman and my mom who are “holed out” [sic] in one of their several castle like strongholds spotted all over the world.

 

I know you have yet to meet my mother or my step-father and although you are very good looking, white, and very successful, working for the top Jewish don in the entire world you probably won’t make as good an impression on my elitist English folks as say someone like Devin Standard who happens to be an African American who within seconds of breaking their wrists with his incredible hand grip would have them ducking for cover as his command of English, history and physics would have them thinking they had entered the light age to mention little of Devin’s command of French, Danish, German, Dutch +++ not to forget a far better handle than me of Afrikaans which I heard on a fairly regular basis for almost 21 years.

 

Now this is not to say you won’t be treated well, served scones and tea by none other than my mother although given the tips +++ I have bestowed upon them in recent times they may in fact employ a host of butlers. And I assume by now my mother is cracking the whip laboring over my step-father as he slaves over the “Kampf” [sic] sowing machine producing incredible GrubbyGrub.com samples in the hope to win the British National Competition soon to be underway as soon as I can make it over to our Ccrest abode.

 

By the way, SAS’s CEO has not let Wall Street throw him off his game plan in attracting the best and the brightest including artists galore, smart enough to recognize that his most important assets leave each day and that he sees it as his primary responsibility to entice them back the next day without so much as a mention of fukukta stock options.

 

Most interesting to me was that some overweight Stanford business school professor is now teaching a course at Stanford having managed to get nothing short of idiotic students with more money than brains to pay him what they could learn just from watching 60 Minutes for free + of course some brainwashing headache commercials sponsored by the likes “Johnson & Jackson” [sic].

 

So can you believe I am finally given the CBS “gerryatrick” [sic] folks who are owned by Westinghouse who once tried unsuccessfully to steal a small company’s laser technology, a break?

 

I read an article in the latest Reader’s Digest which should become compulsory reading for those individuals throughout the world who believed that the Kennedy Administration represented the age of Camelot, all Kings to boot including those wanting to promote the resurrection of another King Arthur.

 

President John Kennedy’s sex life is the least tantalizing aspects of this rather poorly schooled president who perhaps started lying from the age of two although at that tender age his Nazi-sympathizer father is probably the most to blame for why this “shoe in” President who got break after break throughout his life failed to take to task the likes of J. Edgar Hoover and Senator “Evil” McCarthy.

 

For folks more in the know about the makeup of the liberal elite it comes as no surprise to hear of the Kennedy family’s friendship with a Senator reared in the politics, strategies and tactics of a communist state which is no different to what we have here in the State of California considering that the Democratic Party bigwigs aided and abetted Governor “HO Chi Min” Davis’ “highway robbery.”

 

I am copying Polie as well as King Golden on this email as well as couple or tTOo other folks who might want to give “poor” Polie a hand. Now all he needs to do before calling me is learn how to measure all the bullshit he has been spewing forth ever since he allowed his “open mindedness” to get the better of him, so much so that his brains have all butt fallen out.

 

I put in a call to Jeffrey Krinsk earlier today to follow up on his thoughts whether the email I received from this “Kathryn Murray” may have constituted a violation of my civil rights and to see how I might go about making it worthwhile for the United States Justice Department to intervene.

 

No doubt my marriage to Marie must please a number of people but it is the deadly silent reactions that are most telling. I plan to drop a personal note to Judge Hendrix that will begin with so many words, “If it so pleases the court…”

 

The other evening Symbolist White Walls was loaded on to page 16 of the NextraTerrestrial website. This is a very sweet song. You may have to wait for Symbolistic White Walls to download. When the PLAY icon appears just click on it. The album is titled Last Of The Ghetto Astronauts which may very well become the cry of the next generation, “tTOo take the world and make it yours again” [sic].

 

By the way it was Marie who came up with the expression, “When the dialogue becomes two monologues it is the beginning of the end of the relationship” i.e. nothing worse than to die of boredom or simply put, “trust is like a wild magnificent red wild bed to have sex in.”

 

The matthew good band are apparently out of Vancouver Canada butt very much in touch. So far I think between Marie and I we may have listened to the song perhaps as many as 300 times. Certainly I have listened to it at least 200 times and I have traveled back and forth between Del Mar and Stonehenge II at least a third more times than her in the past 3 weeks.

 

It is time for us all to stop kissing butt and take back that which has been stolen by the rapacious. The road to “friendship” as in “amicus” perhaps with lineage to Damascus for those who can connect the dots is not for the feint hearted.

 

During the court proceeding back on October 24th of last year when Marie ran the risk of losing both her children by telling the truth and siding with me, either the Judge or JBS or his attorney “Hearst” [sic]  described the relationship between Marie and her ex-husband as “amicable” which was the only time throughout the proceedings when I saw Marie freeze in her seat although I was the one who was boiling up making anything I touched seem like ice.

 

Marie was at war and there was much more than ice flowing through her veins, rather vengeance galore, as in vengeance is sweet to the heart of an Indian. Marie has 1/64th Indian blood running through her thick but incredible sensitive skin. Never assume that just because someone can compute at light speed, logical thought processing up the kazoo doesn’t mean the emotion is not there, much like our whole is made up of both physical and metaphysical and I for one would argue that the physical doesn’t constitute more than 42% of our makeup. One just needs to be patient while digging, never be in a hurry much like waiting for the right wave.

 

My “If it so pleases the court” will in fact be quite brief but like everything worth pursuing there are going to be sacrifices made but we have in the makings what I believe to be a perfect business model that can be applied by anyone anywhere in the world with little or no barriers to entry and it will begin taking the wind out of the sail of those who have stolen the most.

 

The 3 biggest industries in the world are now about to feel the effects of our wrath, namely governments, charities and the clothing game. And once folks see how easy it is to get handle on these 3 out of control businesses everything else should fall into place. There is though ongoing business which each one of us needs to address in order that everything doesn’t come tumbling down with the Kings and Queen bees who have it all to nothing.

 

The dollars involved in this judgment against Sunmed may not amount to a whole lot of beans in the scheme of things but once you understand the nature of MaryRose Cusimano to mention little of Fred Deluca you will begin to appreciate how significant this victory is and is not something to dismiss lightly although all the evidence I have against Fred Deluca is that he simply didn’t want to have partners, not happy to simply own one third of the company.

 

And of course I can’t blame him for pushing for more. If I would have been in his shoes I probably would have done the same although the tactics I would have employed might have been different but not necessarily better.

 

I happen to believe in my heart of hearts that Fred DeLuca was hoodwinked not only by MaryRose Cusimano but by the 3 “consultants” who first brought him the deal. I believe that if Fred knew that he had the “goods” on MaryRose he would have dispensed with me right from the beginning for he knew when I visited with him and his gang of supporters in his stronghold of Fort Lauderdale, Florida on New Years Eve 1996 that I wasn’t about to ly over and play dead.

 

Certainly by the time we spent New Years Day 1997 floating up and down the Intercoastal on his motor launch having me on board would prove far too much competition. Now please understand not only is Fred much better looking than me he was certainly at the time far richer than me. I though, still have this somewhat English accent.

 

I have no idea what in fact has happened to Fed Deluca in the past 7 years. For all I know he could also be dead. Certainly he has yet to respond to any of my emails nor for that matter has he asked to be placed on the “delete list.”

 

What it all adds up to is not just the opportunity to finally unleash this incredible technology to the masses, addressing the pent up demand that is sucking folks like AIG into an abyss from which there is no escape but it is also begins to help heal the incredible pain and suffering Derrick and I have gone through over the past 6 years for he and I were primarily responsible for digging Sunmed out of the ashes.

 

By the time you arrived on the scene just a couple of months before I came on board, an incredible amount of clean up had already taken place including meeting face-to-face with Fred DeLuca where I placed him and his “hangeroners” [sic] on notice not to mess anymore with MaryRose “Kissmyass” [sic] Cusimano. 

 

So when I found out many months later that MaryRose Cusimano had in fact played it fast and loose with DeLuca, failing to come to terms with her deceit and deceptive business practices my reaction as you can well imagine was one of complete disbelief made worse by the fact that this “bitch” then tried to make out that I had somehow done her down even going so far as to file a complaint with the local police that I had “threatened” her and her family.

 

I don’t think I have ever once referred to her or anyone else as a “bitch” but as you can tell although I am very much about wanting to “love” everyone, peace, however, comes at a price which is something the Polie “holier than thou” bullshitters of the world are only now coming to terms with thanks in no small measure than yours truly although I happen to believe that God plays a hand in me constantly wanting to view the bright side of things which is why I just cannot wait for Polie to send me his very best picture or newspaper clipping.

 

Testosterone is not only found in folks like JBS which seems to only come to bare when caught with his pants down outside of the bedroom but we must not forget that there really is very little that distinguishes men from women. King Golden once described an oral sexual encounter between a friend of his who was supposedly heterosexual with a gay man where his friend after a while didn’t notice any difference between a woman going down on him versus a man. This attorney friend of Kings once performed quite admirably before the Supreme Court of the United States and of course I tagged along for the ride.

 

As I once mentioned in one of my writings, King Golden was adamant that James Baker, the bigwig in several Republican Administrations who many believe was the key factor in getting the United States Supreme Court to intervene in the last Presidential election, was the most “dangerous man in the world.” According to JBS who tried to bait me into a fist fight outside Marie’s house on September 8th 2002, King as well as Kathy Murray who is also mentioned ad-nausea in my emails, now considers me “the most dangerous person in the wor.d” [sic].

 

I was listening to Howard Stern last Friday morning and I heard him recommend the movie Holes which again is the book that Jonathan has been trying to get both Marie and I to read for a while. I am still on page 12. I keep starting at the beginning never quite able to get over the back and forth spelling of the names that seemed to have captivated the young kid in the book who ends up doing time for a crime he apparently didn’t commit.

 

No doubt King Golden Jr, Kathy Murry, et al are hoping that someone is going to come forward, perhaps enticing a family member to try and have me committed so that I won’t continue to divulge the games that have been played ad-infinitum that have kept the masses from getting their fare share as the rich not only get richer but I am convinced they are getting dumber and the proof is going to be in the pudding and of course there is nothing better than having know-it-all liberals who think they have the solutions to solving the problems of the world by making dependant welfare states taste much like French pastry as the guys go about running after young girls in French maid dresses and the women chalk up their scores by inhaling the men’s overbearing testosterone.

 

Perhaps the most honest thing that ever came out of the mouth of former president Clinton was that he didn’t inhale, wouldn’t you agree?

 

MaryRose Cusimano is undoubtedly quite brilliant and what she has managed to accomplish is beyond most people’s belief system given the fact that she has no academic credentials in this arena to speak of, which is in fact what mostly attracted me to helping her in the first place, but of course I was not distracted by her incredible good looks.

 

There is no one I know of tougher than me out there when it comes to doing due diligence which of course Mr. Golden knows perfectly well, a not so inconsequential factor that perhaps has him more squirming right now than anything else I have to say for the simple reason that it goes to the heart of my credibility to mention little of my logical mind that functions very much like the way computers function, forwards, backwards and in reverse, unlike particle accelerators which are geared toward shooting subatomic particles getting closer and closer to “light speed.”

 

Nothing though is quite perfect but with an ability to measure things, small movements quickly, action-reaction, one moves closer and closer to being in the “pound seats” thus getting your opponent to play to your advantage, again much like the game of chess.

 

Although it helps to be able to think 15 to 18 moves ahead it is, however, much more important to focus on the moment and compute the permutations associated with looking at a board that begins with 64 black and white spaces, less of course the 32 spaces taken up by the pieces placed at the beginning. As the number of “open” or “negative” spaces increase so does one have to concentrate just a wee bit more baring in mind that the most important thing is to have fun and not let one’s neurons misfire the result of stress and adrenalin to mention little once again of testosterone getting in the way. Why there aren’t more women champion chess players is beyond me, perhaps though it has to do with the fact that after a while this game gets incredibly boring, i.e. dialogue tTOo monologues.

 

Even after twisting the board around in order to make it somewhat interesting and of course different after a while it all begins to look the same and why I much prefer to focus on deciphering things like figuring out the “$64,000” question which led me to the

 

The Meek

With Teeth

Inherit

Shall

The Earth.

 

Right now I am playing with different color schemes to see which ones folks like best.

 

A few nights ago I first met with Marius who is just perfect to assist us spread Grubbygrub.com globally. Not only can he think outside of the box but he happens to love to sail which I hate almost as much as baseball which reminds me that I need to get some rather important feedback from Jeffrey Krinsk before he decides take off work for the rest of week, having delivered to him just the other day what I think is a rather terrific shareholder class action lawsuit that will at least have give me another 40 odd minutes of his most valuable time.

 

Once I get into the “loop” of something I just don’t know how to let go. I wasn’t sure if I told you the story of my friend and former client Irving Cooper who is now deceased. Irv once acquired the rights to a patent that would have knocked the socks off the folks that produced Velcro. Suffice to say the new business model we will be unleashing to the masses incorporates all the things I have learned over the years about business, particularly licensing and franchising and how to keep those in the loop continuously stimulated as they go about perfecting their own perpetual motion machines.

 

Jeffrey Krinsk, like King Golden, who have yet to meet, both understand that once I get my arms around something I not only don’t let go, the only way is to bludgeon me to death and then what? What also really scares the hell out of King Golden has been coming to grips with his rather wasted life and for someone blessed with such incredible intelligence is that in his heart of hearts he knows, again assuming that he is alive, that there is more than a good possibility I have figured out how to balance out the entire world’s budget deficit while putting not one single able bodied individual out of work, other than to bring to an end the Democratic Party and their leanings toward a welfare oriented society.

 

In a nutshell Mr. Golden knows that he and his left wing buddies hold on the reins of power, i.e. the media networks and their bosom-buddy crooked politicians, are numbered.

 

Mr. Golden who is once again copied on this email along with MaryRose Cusimano et al knows full well that I am “on fire” and their hope and many prayers of me imploding are now dissipating into thin air, but of course we know there is no such thing in a non-vacuum environment of their really being such a thing as “thin air,” that for every action there is in fact an equal and opposite reaction and of course we should stick with the fundamental principal that the speed of light, C, remains a constant, with M, Mass, and E, Energy being the variables until such time as we have “proof” to the contrary.

 

But as Mr. Golden who may at one time have had as many neurons firing as Jeffrey Krinsk may still be able to recognize that “proof” is a function of “evidence” and that the better the evidence the better the proof and it MIGHT very well be just a question of time before the TOES, the astrophysicists out there hang up their boxing gloves and conclude that they are never going to get to the exact spot where they actually achieve so-called “light speed” which would simply put them back once again at the beginning for the simple reason that Quantum Mechanics is all about, forwards and backwards, which means they will have to begin again.

 

It is time to realize that Quantum Mechanics, the forerunner of the Digital Age is going to be sufficient proof to most people who can understand evidence which is the vast majority of the world’s population that there is already a large body of evidence supportive of God’s existence.

 

Of course I could easily make the claim that I am just another “smart alec” no different to MaryRose Cusimano who has an uncanny ability to identify injury and then on top of it suggest therapy that seemed to work in every instant when we were called in to assist. Eventually it became nothing more than a numbers game and of course Fred DeLuca and folks like Newell Starks can at least add.

 

All that was needed was for everyone to play it straight and my biggest battle was with Fred DeLuca who having finally realized the incredible potential of the company decided that he wanted it all for himself and placed hurdle after hurdle in front of the company perhaps hoping it would disintegrate and then he would pick it up for cents on the dollar. His thinking may make little sense to folks like you and me who look for a win-win but when you consider that Fred DeLuca is not exactly the sharing type despite his enormous wealth and good looks then you realize why I was the best guy to take him on being willing to take it on the chin and then some.

 

Just a little bit of background on Mr. Deluca. You have to remember that the Federal Government were investigating Fred-Subway back in the mid to late 1990s before Bill Clinton’s buddy, Mr. Hubble out of The Rose Law firm in Little Rock Arkansas, chose to let things slide and the investigation came to a quick halt and the investigator for the House of Representatives who was originally assigned to the case and having uncovered a considerable amount of “ammunition”, was reassigned.

 

That last hyperlink shows a picture of Fed DeLuca on the cover of the March 1998 edition of Fortune Magazine. The feature story was titled, The Biggest Problem in Franchising. Now remember I was out of Sunmed by some 6 months before this article first appeared. I did, however, spend time talking with the staff economist, Dean Sagar, who was working under a mandate by The U.S. House of Representatives' small-business committee. As article mentions Dean had spent six years studying the franchise industry before coming up with his findings.

It's hard not to like DeLuca, at least at first. His IQ is so high that he's a member of Mensa. He is handsome, gentle, and casual, and he drips honey when he wants to charm. During a recent dinner at Subway's 'franchise school' in Connecticut, female graduates were swooning over his green eyes. Back in his school days DeLuca majored in psychology, and he still enjoys applying it. All new employees and franchisees fill out a 172-question 'predictive index.' DeLuca says he keeps these personality profiles in a file cabinet, where an ombudsman can retrieve them during disputes in order to understand 'where people are coming from.'

DeLuca's failure to deal with conflict is what leads to so much litigation. 'Fred feels that if he gives in on one thing, everything else is gonna come in the same way,' says Ralph Slivka, who left in 1995 after six years as Subway's controller and tax manager. 'So he fights everything, and he loses a lot of them. It's a business approach.'

The Jannotta case also shed light on DeLuca's encroachment practices. The lease had a clause, unusual for the company, that prevented any Subways from being placed within approximately two miles of the store. Subway went ahead and put six stores in the zone anyway, helping to cause two different franchisees to fail at the Jannotta location. Under oath, the company's top lawyer, Leonard Axelrod--architect of Subway's contracts, nicknamed Lenny the Ax, who keeps a collection of shark figurines on his desk--said he saw no problem since the Jannotta lease was signed by a different entity from the ones that handled the new stores.

Thanks in part to Axelrod's testimony, an Illinois appeals court concluded last September that there was 'overwhelming' proof that Subway had committed 'far-reaching fraud' in the Jannotta case and that DeLuca 'had a policy of using shell leasing companies' to avoid rental obligations. But because of a technicality involving jury instructions, the court ordered a new trial on the punitive damages. Separately, one of the judges stated that 'the real losers here are the subtenants who opened a Subway business only to be subjected to inevitable failure because of the unwarranted competition--not from other fast-food chains, but from their own.' Two days after the court's decision, DeLuca wired the following E-mail to FORTUNE: 'We got good news on the Jannotta case. Our appeal was successful and the decision was reversed.' Not exactly: The decision stands, but he doesn't have to dig deeply into his pockets yet.

A California judge concluded in 1990 that Axelrod had misled a local landlord and given statements that contradicted Subway's own documents involving a shell entity. Axelrod's testimony was 'absolutely unbelievable,' exclaimed Judge Harkjoon Paik from the bench. 'I just don't understand how an attorney could say things like that.... Everybody was in this kind of vast conspiracy...so long as the corporate entity made the money.' Axelrod says the judge was a 'local yokel' who was 'confused.'

A New York landlord, Frank DeLeonardis, has had a judgment pending against a Subway dummy company since 1993. 'You're not going to find Burger King and McDonald's doing business like this,' gripes DeLeonardis, who is owed about $350,000. For years Subway wouldn't even show up to defend these lawsuits in out-of-state courts, instead defaulting and then waiting for landlords to sue in Connecticut. 'I'm not going to say that ultimately we're very proud of it,' Axelrod once testified about this practice. Slivka, the former Subway controller, says that landlords like DeLeonardis are 'stupid' and don't deserve the money. 'Why should they [Subway] pay?' he wonders. 'Are you talking about a moral or legal standpoint? Lenny the Ax once said to me, 'If you're looking for morality, leave it outside the door.' ' Axelrod responds, 'I never said that to him.'

At a meeting with agents and department heads in Florida last April, DeLuca announced he was tired of all the fighting and litigation and wanted 'everything resolved.' But store revenues are starting to creep back up, so he may lose the incentive to try. Franchisees and agents have a big list of demands: more professional management at headquarters, lower royalties, better contracts, more communication, more ad money, more control over menu additions. 'I think he could be more compassionate towards people,' says longtime agent Earl McDaniel, whose territory comprises 319 stores in the Midwest. 'He has a group of development agents who would do 'most anything for him, including me. I only hope he appreciates that kind of loyalty.'

Looking ahead--and beyond Subway--DeLuca says he wants to launch a micro-lending movement. He hopes to recruit 'missionaries' to open 1,000 chapters across the U.S. that will make tiny loans to 'disadvantaged' people so that they can launch businesses, just as he did with Peter Buck's $1,000. 'In a sense, it's charity,' he says. 'The best thing that will happen is you'll get your money back and you'll feel good.'

DeLuca is also putting his accomplishments on tape. He's starring in educational videos that will be distributed to 500 colleges this summer. 'Once students hear Fred's story, they really get excited,' says Jennifer Kushell, whose Young Entrepreneurs Network is coordinating the project. 'He was reluctant at first. He really had never looked at himself as a role model. I don't think he realizes what effect he can have on a lot of lives.'

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THE LEADER IN LAWSUITS

The FTC requires franchisors to provide prospective franchisees with data about relevant litigation. Here are the numbers of pending and concluded cases* for the eight largest fast-food chains over the past decade.

*Includes arbitrations.

 

Ron, I now have to run. I will check this email in the morning to see if any changes are warranted.

 

Gary