From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, April 06, 2003 3:59 PM
To: 'johnandken@johnandkenshow.com'
Cc: rest

Subject: The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth

Subject: The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth

Dear John,

I happen to be sitting on “smoking gun” evidence that the recent California gubernatorial elections were rigged although to be perfectly accurate I am actually sitting on the curb of the road in Del Mar, California where the Surf meets the Turf on Stratford Court and 7^th Street just 4 blocks south from 11^th Street where I used to live.

Today there is this monstrosity of a house adorning the lot at 1104 Stratford Street that once housed an incredible one bedroom beach cottage which allowed me to ponder more than just my navel while watching some of the best surf and at times catching more than just a good wave or “tTOo” [sic]. More than once I nearly bought it while trying to prove out some of my theories about the inner workings of the universe.

Just before lunch today I saw a blue bus roll by on the street above which is highway 101 with the numbers 1104 painted on its side and just this very second my significant other aka Mds drove by for the second time in my Mini Cooper S without my dog Pypeetoe who is prone to dart in and out although she was not this time accompanied by her 13-year-old daughter who I have known since she was around 4 years old.

They had both been househounting and neither had any idea that I was even in Del Mar as I had left their house on my Ducati STS4 soon after bringing home lunch from the Board and Grill where a yellow Ducati STS4 was parked although it was actually sitting on top of a trailer being pulled by a 4 door sedan which reminds me once again of Mr. King Golden Esq. who by failing to act mad during the 1972 Democratic Presidential primaries and tossing himself into the crowd as the media swarmed in to take a look a close look at his mentor, Senator “Cry Baby” Muskie, taught me a lesson I have now perfected into art form which has him and his cronies seething as I rip these “crybabies” to shreds.

Mds’ 10-year-son was with me at the time I picked up a couple of “sandwedges” [sic] which reminds me of the sand wedge Roger Hedgecock is still holding on to of mine when I presented him over a year ago with enough “snip bytes” [sic] of information that would have allowed him to drive a Mack Truck through the hallways of power that keep the folks on the far left and far right eating off those of us in the center.

Just before Mds drove up the first time a black sedan perhaps something from the 1950s drove by with the license plate SLS242. I pay attention to these sorts of things although less these days than at anytime in the past. My focus has changed from making a living for myself and assisting those I care about to helping themselves to now forming a grass roots effort in helping in solving the problems of the world which in essence translates in to the need to find a way to measure our words ever so carefully while coming up with proven economic strategies all geared toward empowering the youth to parent the parents who need the most help.

It is of course possible that I got one or tTOo things wrong in the license plate but I wouldn’t bet against me these days as I suspect folks like Mr. Jeffrey Krinsk of Finkelstein and Krinsk would validate in addition to my “credibility” although I suspect Mr. Krinsk who I might drop by later today as I visit the graveside of my good friend Anne L. Miller at the naval military cemetery up in Point Loma, now feels given the names I have been displaying not only within the text of my e-mails but in the “CC” section, my odds of making it through this coming Passover to be slim and none, no better, however, than the odds for the average Joe Blow in the event a kid or tTOo in another region of the world were to set off a hand held nuclear device, a by-product of “poor parenting” wouldn’t you agree.

The feeding frenzy, however, that has kept the have-nots from getting their fair share is about to end.

In the course of the next several days I will be placing this evidence up of wrongdoing that reaches up to the highest levels of the Democratic Party on one or more of my websites. The “hub” website is NextraterresTrial.com that has quite an edge to it and undoubtedly it makes those who know what I am all about all the more edgy consumed by watching TV anchored by folks who give the world news in 15 second flashes.

Suffice to say that there are more than a handful of folks out there who know that when I mean business I mean business plus of course I know a thing or two about having fun as well as what Hillel meant when he said, “If not now then when? If I am only for myself who am I? If I am not for myself who is for me?” Despite being raised Orthodox Jewish I cannot be certain that Hillel actually said these profound words “butT” [sic] in reverse.

I recently came across a controversial comment-joke attributed to you partner Mr. Ken “Outrageous Shampoo” [sic] Chaimpou but nothing he said is even close to being as sickening as what folks like Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman have been doing for quite some time as they go about turning their ill-gotten gains into buying lobbyists hell bent on dispensing with stuff like tort reform that lead to the rise of dictatorships. Corruption is corruption just as evil is evil. As one starts making excuses for bifurcating the English language one might as well as simply call it quits.

Some of my adversaries are going to be seeking to make the claim that I am in need of medication and of course my advocates think I am absolutely nuts to be risking it all when I have sufficient resources to live it up anywhere in the world surrounded by the most beautiful women in the “wor.d.” [sic]

In my E-mail to Professor Bernie Black of Stanford University this past Friday evening I had indicated in the one hyperlink, Relax just do it! that the 15,000 word email I had prepared while pulled over to the side of the road, in the midst of my “road show”, would be spread “over the next 4 days.” As much as I hate to go back on my word, given a number of “s.ide shows” [sic] surrounding the series of “chess games” that I am playing in an all out effort to avoid a war of epic proportions I may in fact be forced to stretch things out somewhat.

Let me know if you are interested in being on the cutting edge, the first in the mainstream media, to a get a bird’s eye view of what’s next in store.

Sincerely yours,

Gary S. Gevisser

Ps – In due course you will see what may at first blush appear to be “awfully disjointed” communications do not only add up but will make perfect sense to boot with a pot full of editing no doubt [required].