< Jan Kunsa

From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, January 23, 2007 6:41 PM PT & Tuesday, February 13, 2007 9:20 PM PT
To:
Jan Kunsa
Cc: rest; Rich Meislin - New York Times; Diana Henriques - NY Times - author of The Sharks of Wall Street; Larry Winokur - Baker Winokur Ryder; Paul Baker - Baker Winokur Ryder; Fred Deluca - Founder-co-owner Subway; MaryRose Cusimano -mrc@sunefa.com; Derrick.Beare@Investec.co.uk; Dcstanfill@aol.com; JRK@class-action-law.com; Mr. Gonzales - Attorney General of the United States Justice Department; Guy Friedman; Mossad; John Loftus Esq. - Justice Department Nazi prosecutor; ian@coasttocoastam.com; Leutenant William Kemery - San Diego Sheriffs Department Internal Affairs Unit; Deborah "Aggressive" Sturman Esq.; William Clark - Petro Dollar Wars; Nicholas Oppenheimer - DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC]; Stephen Cohen - Codiam Inc.; Edward Jay Epstein - Author of The Diamond Invention; Molly H. Hubbard - Director of Development James A. Baker III Institute for Public Policy; Howard Schultz - Founder, Chairman and Global Strategist for Starbucks; President@whitehouse.gov
Subject: YOU MAY HAVE WON A SPOT ON GsG's FOOLS NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES LIST.

 

You will notice that long before you get to the end of this lengthy email which could be broken up into chapters and sold possible as a book that you are not in the least bit bothered by its size.

 

What are your physical measurements?

 

You’ve been reading my stuff for 3 or 4 months now, so what makes you want to stop?

 

How do you think DAAC Codiam Inc.’s lawyers around the world are “interpreting” this 1472 word email I instructed Rich Meislin of the New York Times to forward to the Board of Directors of the NYX?

 

President George W. Bush is now in the middle of his State of the Union Address.

 

Are you interested in hearing what he has to say or what the President of Venezuela has to say about why with his knowledge of The Diamond Invention has he not been able to do much more for his very poor people than whine about GWB and his dismally poor ratings.

 

Do you have an opinion on whether the President of Venezuela will be able to explain his actions to his people of accepting worthless-fictitious DeBeers-Dollars?

 

Or are you more interested in seeing a video should RFEED come down to Del Mar this weekend with all the diamonds he can get his hands on as I negotiate with both of the Diamond-money laundering stores in downtown heavily corrupt Del Mar?

 

Would you be able to explain to your children why IT IS that the President of Venezuela may be more tied in to the DAAC than the entire Bush family including George W. Bush’s father who Justice Department Nazi Prosecutor John Loftus Esq. said back on November 11th of last year on Ian Punnett’s Coast-to-Coast radio show he would prosecute today for Nazi war crimes were he alive. 

 

Again, GWB who may want to include in his speech this evening the possible TB pandemic spreading out of South Africa to distract from us having now or soon to be two battleship fleets” [sic] in the Persian Gulf which may be needed to defend the homeland of the U.S. against the homeland of the U.S., is again is in my humble but seasoned opinion very possibly the furthest removed elected or unelected government official from the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel who are like you increasingly concerned about my next move as they get their tyrants all around the world to “play their part”.

 

And if that means getting a couple of Medical Doctors like South Africa’s Dr. Death during the South African Apartheid Regime to create one awesome cocktail?

 

You are getting your arms around the so easy to understand Diamond Invention and not just their Black Hatters being questioned exactly what they do for a living that has the Israeli government along with DAAC operatives all over the world giving “handouts”?

 

How quick are you to let go of your hard earned monies these days for a guy you know nothing about but is all about intelligence gathering saying a few prayers for you in Hebrew while “popping” [sic] his head back and forth, simply exercising his scalene muscles to prevent repetitive-stress-injuries like carpal tunnel syndrome?

 

Are you surprised that the next possible pandemic could emerge out of South Africa the result in all likelihood of a bunch of medical practitioners messing with antibiotics.

 

Are you not at least encouraged that we have the Digital Age to get very quickly to the cause of such nonsense before we start accusing G-d of an “Act of God”?

 

Did you get a copy of this second email I sent RFreed last night after my FREEZING COLD walk with our “tTOo” [sic] dogs that talked to a “litmus test” to try first on every physician you know who has either been sued for medical malpractice or a member of a medical practice where one or more of their colleagues have looked to their medical malpractice insurance policy to settle once their nurses liability insurance coverages have been all but exhausted?

 

You can click on this hyperlink and once reading its 809 odd word email – notice edits in the color green – you will understand possibly for the first time in your life why IT IS that those of us armed with the knowledge of why the 3 Branches of the U.S. Government have been increasing - ever since the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel made no secret of the fact that they were playing not just “both sides” in World Wars but each and every side who all had different agendas - NOT in any position to shut down this most devious cartel of cartels, DO NOT FEEL in the least bit “hopeless” but are hell bent on not informing anyone of their knowledge beginning with their offspring who they hope to be able to corrupt that much more and that much sooner than it took for them.

 

You will also understand WHY it is that the United States of America has NO CHOICE but to be the “policeman of the world”.

 

You will also understand why IT IS that it is now impossible for anyone just reading this communiqué to “play victim” including the children of those with “blackened hands” who fail to speak out loudly and clearly.

 

You will also understand WHY it is that those in the United States calling the LOUDEST for U.S. forces to pull out of Iraq are either incompetent or culpable or both unless of course they see nothing wrong in a much steeper run on the dollar.

 

Gold last trading at $645 a troy ounce.

 

I will now take a break to listen to the rest of GWB’s speech.

 

In due course I will check what I have written as well as continue my “thoughts” which you will be able to access, edits in green, by clicking on to this hyperlink.

 

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Continuing…

 

You can now explain to everyone you know what it really means when a politician says, “We are not going to cut off funding…” whether in reference to the President paying for the airplane fuel to send immediately in to Iraq another 4,000 Marines or funding to drill a whole bunch of oil wells or to pay a dentist checking their teeth who received during the President’s speech a whole bunch of laundered cash and never inventoried diamonds in a suitcase handed to him by a well dressed, honest looking but mostly “kind stranger” or to fund more Secret Service personnel to stop DeBeers officials from if they are not carrying my 168 word “Form Letter” in their back pocket have it memorized in the event any elected or unelected government official which of course includes the Secret Service, FBI, CIA, National Security Council, were to ask them to provide if nothing else a past accounting of their Diamond Currency that we all know for a fact paid for much more than Harry Oppenheimer affording the airfare to meet with President elect John F. Kennedy at the Carlyle Hotel located on the upper east end of New York City.

 

This farce that has gone on for far too long and continues unabated while leaving economically stricken Americans and citizens of the rest of the world feeling hopeless given how most of them are not tuned in to my missives, YET!!!!

 

But to those benefiting from this outrage their time to step up to the plate to do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing is getting shorter as Knowledge-Information-Light travels at Light-G-D-speed to those in need.

 

In due course I will be following up with Leutenant Kemery of the San Diego Sheriff’s Department Internal Affairs Unit - click on HERE - as well as a Chinese trader my wife and I first met this past summer on our 24 day “fact finding mission” to the awesome Peoples Republic of Communist China - click on HERE.

 

To fully appreciate what I will be “sharing” with these two important individuals you will not only need to understand how little time you have to choose between being on the “side on light” versus the DAAC and then spelling out clearly what IT IS that you are doing BUT why IT IS that RFREED and others around the world a whole lot less busy than RFEED with 5 kids including his dog Samson who will be 10 years old this April 1st , are “hooked” on my writings that are not intended to be in the least bit “funny” especially when you consider where I have traveled in this world and what I have experienced “first hand”, raised by an extraordinary and inspirational mother who was 50 years ahead of her time, only because of both her DNA and having been raised herself by a very worldly close friend of David Ben Gurion who knew for a number of reasons that Nechie Badash could be trusted, most of all to keep her mouth shut.

 

You won’t find many if any individuals such as my maternal great grandmother who came from the same tiny village in Russia as DBG where not many lived to tell the tale of how they sat huddled in a closet as a marauding gang of Cossacks “wiped out” their immediate family.

 

You should now take a look at the opening paragraph in this May 19th, 1999 Wall Street Journal article titled, Milberg Weiss Lawyer Focuses On Cases for Holocaust Survivors.

 

In the event you are having trouble accessing my hyperlinks let me repeat:

 

Deborah Sturman grew up hearing gruesome accounts of how the Nazis slaughtered her grandparents’ 12 brothers and sister, many of whom perish in concentration camps.

 

Just a coincidence you might think that some 3 decades ago my RM just happened to be visiting Cologne, Germany with her second husband, Alan Zulman, and ran into Deborah when she was still in her teens and then persuaded this French horn player for the Cologne Philharmonic to go to law school in the United States that would assist in getting remnants of the Nazi industrial-military-complex to fork over to Deborah and the criminal enterprise of Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach some $4 billion.

 

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Sent: Tuesday, February 13, 2007 9:20 PM PT
Subject: The conclusion...YOU MAY HAVE WON A SPOT ON GsG's FOOLS NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES LIST

 

 

My emails of January 23rd 2007 continues…

 

Not to mention that Deborah who has been for the past 3 decades a close member of my immediate family is now not responding to emails after I informed her that she would do well to revisit everything that has occurred in her life since meeting my RM including what stopped her from getting the DAAC who played a SIGNIFICANTLY bigger role in the slaughter and enslavement of some 6 million Jewish people than all of the other small “fishes” combined who as Deborah knows full well were more than “reimbursed” by the DAAC for taking all the “flak”, no different to the clown Hitler and his silly gang.

 

You understand better the expression, The Fish Rots From the Head Down!

 

Have you any interest in hearing one of the reasons my RM gives as to why she agreed to marry Alan Zulman some 3 decades ago in a religious ceremony in Israel so long as he never again cut his hair so that when he looked in the mirror each day he would know that he would not be going in to the office?

 

No one in my immediate family including Deborah Sturman Esq. find that story NOW, this instant, funny.

 

I didn’t find it funny that my amazing fighter-bomber-pilot Bernie Gevisser was treated so poorly by the heavily corrupt Durban, South African Jewish community until I figured out that he was simply being “sacrificed” under the guise of “The end CAN under certain conditions justify the means”.

 

My RM tells the least interesting stories in the most funny way but then again everything makes sense when you analyze her “bio”:

 

Literally – “born to perform” Zena Gevisser was pulled out of her mother’s womb in an emergency Caesarian – performed in the front bedroom of the family home in Blackpool, England.

 

Zena weighed a whopping 13lbs and in no time was used as an advertisement[1] – for Cow & Gate baby foods. Six years younger than her brother, who at the time she was born had moved on to boarding school, She always felt an ‘only child’. Not that this caused her any concern. From two years of age she was performing in pantomime and being paid for services.

 

Moving on down

 

A leading film company wanted her in movies but her father would not agree always afraid strangers would take control of her young life. With virtually no friends of her age she mixed freely with adults. In the main with her paternal grandmother who was born in Poland had come as an orphan from Poland where her whole immediate family had been wiped out in a pogrom. This same grandmother had her playing whist at whist drives when she was eight. They won many prizes of food hampers and once a whole ten shilling! Wise beyond her years she listened to the problems of the world relayed in her presence and the solutions to many of these problems. Early she had learned to overcome her inborn shyness. Trained by manly her mother in the dance routines for the stage she in turn became a teacher of jive, jitterbug, and all the ballroom dances of the day, particularly to boys who sought her help. Her ever tolerant mother never even commented when the living room carpet became frayed and more or less threadbare! Right through the years of the Second World War she danced and sang until one day, performing a Shirley Temple song (she had become known as “the Shirley Temple of the North of England”) her voice broke in the middle of …“an old straw hat, a pair of overalls and a worn out pair of shoes…”

 

This traumatic event caused her to think seriously about her future and she decided to forgo the limelight of theatre and become a writer. It was 1943 and Zena was 12 yeas old. Winston Churchill’s wife Clementine sent her a letter of thanks for collecting money to build a new Royal Oak battleship destroyed in the war. Slowly she was learning the art of Advertising and Publicity. A finalist in a national beauty contest she was asked to join the wellknown model school of Lucy Clayton and at the same time trained with the film star Vivienne Leigh’s mother as a Beautician. Ever eager to learn new things she joined her parents in their wartime hobby – training in Swedish massage. With all this it [turn to page 2] was not surprising that she had no time for playing with dolls or to her childhood pursuits. The war was over and her dreams of being a foreign correspondent and dropping behind enemy lines in Europe came to an abrupt end. Life was a ball. Dancing

 

-        Partying – Summer days at the poolside – Attending live theatre at least once a week and much more. Suddenly in 1947 it came, abruptly, to an end. Her father

 

-        had decided to emigrate to South Africa!!! Landing in Durban the family went to stay at the Minora Hotel. As she went upstairs to leave her suitcase in her bedroom her mother walked into the lounge where a fashion was being

 

-        Page 2. Zena Gevisser life story.

 

organized. Ever Zena’s publicity agent, her mother, seeing the struggle that was going on – informed them that although her daughter was only 18 she had a lifetime experience in stage and mannequin work. By the time Zena came downstairs she had a job which turned into a lifetime of endeavour. The success of that fashion show in aid of Israel brought her into the Durban public eye and stores and manufacturers clamoured for Zena’s assistance. In Smith Street, sharing rooms with a beautician, she started The Durban School of Mannequins – An Academy of Deportment. Later it became simply Durban Charm School. Initially she advertised for girls to become models. However, she soon learned that a mere five percent of any who came to be interviewed would ever be good enough to be professional. The training brought new found confidence and selfesteem to all. Mainly her pupils were teenagers and adults.

 

Scrolling down,

 

Her favorite opening to the opposite sex was the joke about a religious man who went to heaven. At the Pearly Gates they asked him what his wish was seeing that he had been such a righteous man on earth. He thought about this and then said he would like to see his old teacher who had died some years before. They told him to sit around and wait. Eventually, he saw coming towards him in the distance his old teacher. He looked the same as he remembered him. Running to greet his longlost teacher he stopped in his tracks. The teacher was holding the hand of a young girl who was stark naked. “Oh” said the student “I see you have been rewarded for your good life on earth”. The teacher replied “No, my son, she is not my reward – I am her punishment!”.

 

Zena then would say to the audience of salesmen… “Are you my reward or am I your punishment” which would break the ice for as perhaps even to-day but certainly in the 1940s, 50’s, 60’s even 70’s a woman lecturing men was not easily accepted.

 

Schools were opened in what was then Zambia, Northern and Southern Rhodesia, and the Belgian Congo, Swaziland, Windhoek, Pietermaritzburg, Cape Town, Johannesburg and many small towns often by former pupils who stayed on in Zena’s classes to train as teachers. Her curriculum on the importance of being a woman and overcoming shyness as well as how to enter the field of public relations and advertising were taught as far afield as Germany, Switzerland and Hong Kong.  It would be many years before Universities and Colleges taught degree courses in Journalism and Public Relations even worldwide nevermind in Southern Africa.

 

Raising funds for charity became the order of the day with as many as 52 charities a year. Some for small events and others for national occasions. Her advice was sought by politicians and business executives for their wives and for themselves…

 

Now turn to page 3, first sentence, second line,

 

Eventually, Zena found herself lecturing to corporate lawyers and public figures in America and elsewhere overseas on the benefits of investment in South Africa. Where ever she went she was well received. The ignorance of academics and others in fields of power on the subject of South Africa astounded her. In the school holidays she would take her small children  (all four eventually) on her overseas trips. Once landing in a capital city in Europe she was met in by a leading civil servant of that country. Handing over her blonde, blue-eyed daughter to this lady she was astounded to be told by her “it is amazing how white your child is with a black father!!” Recovering from shock I asked her what she meant and why did she think my husband was black? Her reply was that I had told her over the phone that I was married to a South African and she therefore assumed he must be black!

 

Within a week of her arrival in Durban not knowing what to do with herself as training models to up very little of time, initially, she took a job with a lawyer, Rowley Arenstein. His wife Jackie ran a communist newspaper The Daily Worker and Zena found herself involved in all kinds of politics as she typed out the different stories and eventually met Africans, Indians and Whites who were against the Apartheid Government. Ashwin Choudree introduced her to his Ghandi philosophy of non-violence and she became friendly with A.N.C. members and Indian organizations.

 

She was devastated when sisters had to attend different classes of her teachings because some could pass for “Whites” whilst others were labeled “Colored”. This was all during her early years as a mother and when her children were born (all four before she was 29) she made up her mind that they must be trained to live outside of the country and sadly the land of their birth. Albert Luhzuli (his cousin worked for her), Chief Buthelezi, Alan Paton had a dramatic effect on her. Brought up in an anglicized rather than religious Jewish home she found comfort amongst the Zionist families of Durban. Janie and Maurice Gevisser [parents of David “$6 million man” Gevisser and father of author-journalist Mark Gevisser] Mary and Charles Lachman and dozens of other people opened their homes to her and it was a great learning process.

 

Eventually, Rabbi Avner Weiss arrived in Durban and taught her kashrut and the true meaning of Judaism. His lectures to the children of the community “The Rabbi From Out Of Space” were important lessons for her. From the earliest days of 1949 she visited Israel two and three times a year writing reports for different publications. Her paternal grandmother had been an early resident of Tel Aviv only returning to England when Zena was born. The Gevissers (she married Bernie Gevisser when she was 19 after only a few months in Durban) owned land in Haifa harbour and Zichron Yscov and she rapidly felt at home in Israel.

 

Reporting on the many wars when Israel was attacked she was the first civilian in the captured area of the Sinai and in later years at her own expense twinned Durban with Eilat. In 1978 she left Durban eventually making her home in Netanya [Israel] and England.

 

Much of her work carried on in various places and although she gave up lecturing she continued with her writings to this day. Her second husband, Alan Zulman wellknown in the clothing industry having started in the early 50’s – with a partner – a company which became South African Clothing Industries – collaborated in an Anthology that published recently entitled “The Winking Cat”. The first story of the title of the book which is about Ancient Energy offers Zena’s philosophy which will overcome all of Life’s problems. “Keep Smiling”.

 

My extraordinary and inspirational mother, Zena Gevisser chose not only all the wording for the one and only ad of mine that ran just once in the South African Sunday Times, A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There! but most importantly the timing.

 

Don’t drink alcohol” was the only other advice my Royal Mater ever gave me ever since I returned to the United States in early 1981 after the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel had tried unsuccessfully to kill me by poisoning my liver.

 

Zena Gevisser has known that while her 4 children are very different the one thing we all have in common is that we are “tea toddlers”, none of us ever having a “thing” for this poison of poison that so very few if any can handle.

 

You understand perfectly well that it does no good to tell people the truth who cannot handle the truth.

 

You now, this instant, understand that such illogical thinking leads to the mess we have in the world today where everyone who disagrees with me can only fall back on the idiom, “The end justifies the means” [sic].

 

You would agree with my RM that, it’s NOT EASY TO Soar LiKe an EAGLE When you are surrounded by TURKEYS!

 

While you, but just for a moment focus on whoever comes up with the antidote for alcohol that, apart from aging, is at the root cause of pretty much every disease known to humankind including Absent Parenting Disease that would make such a person still not in contention to beat me to die the richest person ever in the grave, you would if not having ever suffered from APD be instantly refocused on the nonsense spoken by my RM, “Don’t drink alcohol”.

 

There are certain very SIGNIFICANT gaps in Zena Gevisser’s life story only because like me she was raised by her paternal grandmother, the “central figure” in the very deep underground Jewish Underground who knew better than to tell anyone let alone a very bright child like mother with a very distracting “very good figure” and “attractive” face what to do and how to do it.

 

My Royal Mater has never mentioned when exactly or how Nechie Badash passed away but it was not long after my RM turned 8 although I could have that number confused with the 8 miscarriages Zena Gevisser experienced before giving birth to me.

 

Nechie Badash was born around 1880 probably not much more than 6 years older than DBG who was born in 1886.

 

Her one of many sons, my granddad Albert Badash-Ash was born at around the turn of the last century as he was only 14 years of age when joined up to fight in World War I 1914-1918.

 

As Steven SPIelberg points out in his movie MUNIch part of the reason for going after the military wing of the PLO was not just to avenge the 11 defenseless Israeli athletes murdered in cold blood at the summer 1972 Munich Olympics but to let the PLO know that Israeli intelligence had not forgotten that the PLO had attempted to assassinate DBG.

 

Not to mention when I along with other kids of age approximately 15 met with DBG on November 1st 1972 in front of his modest home, all of us sitting cross-legged on a very small green patch of grass, this not exactly “potted plant” former Prime Minister and Minister of Defense +++ was guarded by Israel’s very best and brightest who didn’t waste any time in letting me know a number of very well kept secrets about my immediate family and both sets of grandparents.

 

Nechie Badash would have only been in her mid 50s in 1937 which is about the time I believe she died although again it could have been no more than a handful of years later.

 

Not to mention how while raising my RM in England my RM taught her maternal grandmother who continued to travel “back and forth” to Israel securing very strategic “assets” how to read and write English.

 

When it comes to who owns priceless port properties there are no secrets, certainly not from the very deep underground Jewish Underground in a life and death battle with the British Crown.

 

Not to mention that it has been both British Protestant and Catholics along with South African Muslims, the most “loved”, i.e. trusted and respected by my immediate family.

 

To mention little of how very irreligious were both my mother’s parents who like their son, my uncle Joe Ash were never involved in Jewish community activities, so very different to my mother and father so very involved.

 

To mention in passing once again how it was the Muslim community of Durban who so very warmly greeted both my mother and father making it possible for their secret lives never to be questioned by the so gossipy Lilly White Wheaty Eating communities with so much time on their hands.

 

As far as the world was concerned my paternal grandfather who had the “name”, the international trading company, the priceless harbor properties in places like highly strategic Haifa and my maternal grandfather Al Ash had absolutely “nothing in common”.

 

Again, I will be 50, all being well, this coming March 24th and my awesomely connected RM has never, not once ever provided me even close to an “introduction” to her over-the-top “Money Power” friends apart from of course the DAAC, just once suggesting I call her friend Sol “Gambling Czar” Kersner when we were having tea at Stratford Upon Avon on a road trip between her and my stepfather’s modest home in Wivesliscombe, Somerset, England and their “upscale” bachelor pad in South Kensington, London where over the course of about a week I taught my French Canadian wife the awesomeness of the finer points of cricket where a game can last several days that doesn’t really take all that much to master when just doing nothing but focusing on the fast bowlers who make the best American baseball pitchers look lame which of course they are when compared to the best of the best fast bowlers in the world, then again you would know that American baseball players don’t do very well at all in world competitions.

 

The brick and mortar “Gambling Czar” of the world has known my RM since she was 18 when her immediate family “rested up” at the Kersner’s Minora Hotel which was the only kosher hotel in Durban, South Africa was owned by the “Gambling Czar’s” parents.

 

Notice how you are not in the least bit bothered about even thinking of debating me on why it is that the best athletes in the world are Jewish and as black as the ace of spades although Jesus Christ was like most of the best athletes in the world just plain awesome brown.

 

What do you think of my eldest brothers poem-blank verse titled, ON BEING BROWN which you can access by clicking on the previous hyperlink written and published during the height of the DAAC South African Apartheid Regime.

 

Now your heart rate is back to “normal” although you don’t know whether to laugh or cry or whether you should be feeling better or worse about yourself but you are increasingly thinking less about all this racism nonsense and back once again thinking about your pocket.

 

Isn’t humankind so fricken predictable?

 

So scary!

 

So small minded!

 

So irrelevant!

 

When scrolling down Page 3 Zena Gevisser Life Story until around the middle that reads:

 

Brought up in an anglicized rather than religious Jewish home she found comfort amongst the Zionist families in Durban.

 

Before arriving by ship in Durban, my RM and her immediate family had stopped off in Cape Town where they stayed at the 5 Star Mount Nelson that for all my mother knew NOR DID SHE CARE had never served a Jewish person and whose staff more likely than not including the General Manager would not have known what the word “kosher” meant but they would have been impressed with her looks and the fact that it was no secret her father was worth a cool 1 million English Pounds Sterling and it was all in cash.

 

Now go back and look at the 3 exclamation marks following my RM being told “abruptly” that “Her father had decided to emigrate to South Africa!!!” who she makes out gave no reasoning for wanting to “upset” his one and “only child” who he adored but not enough for it interfere with his work of having his family move on to Durban and have his “smart cookie” daughter very quickly marry my father who while Jewish was not raised in a “fanatically” Jewish home, not even close.

 

Not to mention how on the long ship ride from England to Cape town the Ashes met one of South Africa’s richest families – I believe the last name was Mybergers but no relation to the imbecile South African lawyer Emile Myburgh – who my RM made perfectly clear they had a son most suitable for my RM were it not for the fact that my RM had already been “spoken for”.

 

To mention little of the fact that of course if my father had not been an awesomely respected Allied fighter-bomber-pilot with 71 missions dive-bombing the crap out of the Nazi bastards, so smart, good looking and a great athlete to boot, her father would never have been so convincing!!!

 

Anyone who knew or heard of my maternal granddad Albert Badash-Ash knew there was nothing “short” about him; tall, good looking, in incredibly good physical shape, like my father strong as a lion, and most of all not in the least bit “short tempered”, the same with dad and my paternal grandfather Israel Issy Gevisser whose only concern in life was holding on to his very good name and that he would not live to see my dad buried.

 

Albert Ash may have been even smarter than Einstein but only my RM and his mother Nechie Badash would know for sure.

 

And no one is talking, apart from me.

 

Albert Ash would have explained things perfectly clear to my “Wise beyond her years” mother not only why they were immigrating to the hell hole of Durban, South Africa given how with the million pounds sterling he had in his “back pocket” he could have had homes all over the world let alone the one and only very small one bedroom flat he lived in for all the years I visited with him very frequently, my RM making a point of taking me to visit at the end of each days racing at the race track when I will help him count up the loose change.

 

How much do know or care to know about the hand signaling that goes between bookmakers and their runners at a race track?

 

How would anyone keep track of information being shared when you have all the bookmakers’ prostitutes of all different races wearing so many distracting hats?

 

Albert Ash and his highly deceptive “only child” daughter were not “penny wise and pound foolish” and nor were they cheap.

 

Most of all they were not stupid to let the whole world know they were leading very dangerous double lives.

 

Not to mention yet again the one photo in the top left corner that can be accessed by clicking on the hyperlink above the “race track” shows the Ashes along with my dad not exactly “vacationing” in Lorenzo Marques, Mozambique when things got a little “too heated” in Durban, South Africa.

 

The $64,000 question I have never asked my RM is why would my great maternal grandmother risk it all by returning to England from Israel apart from my granddad Al Ash’s mission was not yet accomplished.

 

I had made it clear in this January 20th  4th,198 word email to RFREED who again says he is “hooked” on my writings to click on to a hyperlink taking him to the “Altalena Affair” that took place in June 1948.

 

Not to mention the profound impact the Lavon Affair had on David Ben Gurion’s decision to rely on more than ever those in the Intelligence gathering circles the least unlikely to “rat out” not because of the utter nonsense of “family loyalty”, the Jewish Kapos in the extermination camps of Europe still vividly imprinted on his very brilliant “non-fanatical” mind, smart enough to know that a smart G-d would not tolerate for a moment subjugation of one people with one set of religious beliefs over another no matter how illogical their leadership to think at a minimum they could outsmart their Higher Authority, but because they were smart enough to figure out without telling them that the problems of the world have nothing to do with race, color, sex or religion simply poor parental religious teaching and greedy people controlling the masses by simply controlling church officials and equally nonsense talking atheist academics, the new corrupt church.

 

As you scroll down all the way to the end you will see Yitzhak Rabin’s name being mentioned for the one and only time.

 

To repeat this important paragraph just in case Wikipedia’s file servers get overburdened or they too are forced to shut down just like eRaider.com who I had “on the ropes”.

 

Yitzhak Rabin commanded over the sinking of Altalena, and allegedly took part in the shooting. His role in the Altalena affair became a central issue among right-wing critics during his second tenure as Prime Minister (1992-1995).

 

The second photo in this hyperlink shows me standing in front of two buildings at Bar Ilan University donated by the Krok Twins of Twins Pharmaceutical, Johannesburg, South Africa taken in the fall of 1989 on a trip that took me in the space of 2 weeks to 10 different countries in Europe which of course is not in the least bit difficult to accomplish considering most of my meetings took place in airports.

 

Not to mention the Yitzhak Rabin’s murderer was “groomed” at Bar Ilan University.

 

To mention little of my RM shedding not a single tear for this most awesomely great human being who when shaking the hand of PLO leader Yassir Arafat, a murderer of the defenseless who was a saint compared to the DAAC, the mass murderers of mass murderers of not only the innocent but the best of the best, leaving us today with mostly the worst of the worst calling the shots, should have had every independent thinker in the world going on their hands and knees and pleading with G-d that Mr. Rabin would not collapse in front of the cameras in to heap of tears.

 

To mention in passing one of my longer “stopovers” was in Copenhagen, Sweden where I met up with a handful members of the very deep underground Jewish Underground who of course had extraordinarily strong ties with the Mossad.

 

Impressing them the most was the fact that not only was I alive but my RM had STILL at age 60 not breathed a word to me of her and her immediate family so inextricably involved with the VDUJU.

 

I didn’t get off a boat just yesterday.

 

I didn’t need to coach people like very “skilled and competent” Shareholder Class Action Litigator Jeffrey R. Krinsk of Finkelstein & Krinsk how to “respond to fast balls thrown at or near head” to appreciate it is not what the smartest people in the world say but what they fail to say that counts.

 

I detest those who derive great satisfaction in exceeding the limits of their small authority, i.e. evil does not come in the form of a pointed tail or pitched fork – Jeffrey R. Krinsk

 

I have only “threatened” people who usurp their limited authority with revealing the “truth” and of course you would know that threatening someone with bodily harm even if it is the “truth” i.e. that you mean it, is against the law, at least here in the United States where you still hear folks say, “We are a nation of laws” and actually mean it but not for very much longer.

 

I am also not anywhere close to being “naïve” about how the real world has operated that caused the best of the best smart minded people in the world for the past century to go very deep underground, employing the most deceptive strategies and tactics that if it were to be portrayed in a Hollywood movie would lose the so easily distracted audience in a heartbeat.

 

I have on occasion, however, when concluding that I was dealing with individuals one step removed from the top echelons of the DAAC called upon members of the DUJU who in my opinion are split equally between Jews and Gentiles, the women almost exclusively Gentile and so far not single one I have met as close to Jewish looking as you see me in this 1985 passport photo on the inside of one of my several South African passports which contains not a single customs entry or exit stamp.

 

Not to mention I became an American citizen in 1985 and at the same got an American passport, i.e. no hidden mystery.       

 

Such individuals have always remained very hidden “behind the scenes” and only serving as “backup” for Israeli Special Forces commandos who were providing the “superior and overwhelming” brute force were it to be necessary.

 

I have mentioned I believe just once how in December 1996 after I had returned from my 1995 trip to South Africa where my uncle David Moshal-Gevisser Englehard-Oppenheimer had “fired a shot across my bow” when choosing very carefully the word “naïve” in describing me to my RM at an intimate family gathering, letting me know that he was not going to tolerate any “insubordination” once I had got him to confirm his extraordinary high ranking role in the DAAC, I felt the need to fly in from Israel a highly “skilled and experienced” member of Flotilla 13, Israel’s most elite Special Forces unit that runs circles around the overmatched U.S. Navy Seals well exemplified by Senators Kerry, and who was “backed up” without me ever telling this Flotilla 13 commando by a member of the DUJU who had flown in to Miami Airport the day before.

 

At the time I was unaware that Fred DeLuca, co-founder and Chief Executive Officer of Subway sandwich franchise operations operating some 15,000 shops was being investigated by the U.S. Congress for what Fortune Magazine in the March 1998 edition headlined, THE BIGGEST PROBLEM IN FRANCHISING, but I did know that anyone with any sized company was ALMOST CERTAINLY a crook just like any member of law enforcement knows when driving by a big house that inside resides a big crook.

 

Bear in mind you TODAY understand PERFECTLY WELL that it is not “By the Grace of G-d go the biggest crooks” but by having served the DAAC, period.

 

Fred DeLuca tells a great nonsense story about how he grew his operation by “succeeding in failing”.

 

Go ahead right now and apply online for a subway franchise and you will see exactly what I mean by all his nonsense talk.

 

I knew, however, by the end of the day December 11th 1996 enough about DeLuca’s business tactics and more importantly the remarkable “accomplishments” of this one Las Vegas, Nevada based medical device company that had gone through several name changes that by the time I would meet DeLuca for the first time at his sparsely furnished very white and relatively large house on the waterways of Fort Lauderdale, Florida there was every reason to believe that DeLuca would be thinking very seriously about his investment in Sunmed that had him already owning one-third of the company which could have ended up being worth a whole lot more than Subway where he was pulling out each year, just on the books, close to $100 million.

 

I was in South Africa meeting not only with my DAAC uncle but the most senior members of his stooge ANC Government when I got a call from Larry Winokur and Paul Baker of Baker, Winokur Ryder that Mary Rose Cusimano Ph.D in psychology from a no longer in business academic institution that I would undoubtedly have had more respect for than anyone coming out of say Harvard with any degree, could benefit from my unique and universal “risk assessment” services although neither Larry nor Paul knew at the time much more than the fact that DeLuca was a wealthy guy with many investments including of course the entertainment industry where those who read lines and have pretty faces, great bodies, out of control egos are so awesomely easy to corrupt.

 

Fending off Deluca and his clown consultants who were hell bent on driving Cusimano and her engineer husband’s company in to the ground in order to pick up the remaining two thirds for pennies on the dollar I knew wasn’t going to be an easy task given how first of all Deluca had a legitimate “right of first refusal” that would allow him to outbid anyone “dumb enough” to “muscle” their way in.

 

Moreover, by the time we met on New Years Eve 1996 I had made DeLuca fully aware of not only my phone conversations of December 11th 1996 with Maurice Hank Greenberg, Chairman of the board of AIG and Thomas Tizzio President of American International Group which few would argue has significantly better intelligence gathering capabilities than the FBI and CIA combined, certainly when Hank was “calling the shots”, today it possible Hank is more “clued in” than ever before, but the fact that Hank had instructed Bill Frye, head of AIG’s Merger & Acquisition’s division to send his “star”, Ron Bellows to visit with us in Las Vegas within a matter of days.

 

All DeLuca needed to do was to simply “play it straight” and there would be nothing even Hank Greenberg could do with access to unlimited cash, no different to DAAC, but I was simply “hell bent” on getting DeLuca to pay more than “cents on the dollar” for a company while still TOTALLY UNKOWN at the end of 1996 I had placed on a very fast “fast track” which required steel trap minds and brinksmanship of the Nth Degree.

 

Let me explain.

 

Sunmed Inc. had been engineered by “genius” DeLuca who had surrounded himself with 3 idiot “yes men” consultants, to be totally out of cash by the time he and I as well one of his consultants who happened to be an ex-South African I knew as a kid, met late in the day on December 31st 1996.

 

Sunmed had no “track record” to speak of and therefore couldn’t borrow monies from “traditional banks” or for that matter from anyone who doesn’t understand The Diamond Invention.

 

Sunmed couldn’t even raise money from “speculators” willing to own shares-equity given how once informing prospective investors who they would be up against they wouldn’t even give Sunmed the “time of day”.

 

But Deluca who prides himself on being a member of “mensa” which was the first sign I had that we had a chance of “tripping him up” is a greedy man, and greedy people who are used to getting their way are like children who wont give up their candy even if offering them an even sweeter aspartame filled alternative given how no one who crosses their path beginning with their parents ever told them “No!” and as they get older those interacting with them beginning with their spouse who is often attracted to what they see “opposite” from them but eventually these of course much smarter and far better together people end up getting “worn out” and think the “problem too big” and instead of being “confrontational” which without the internet is worse than taking a sledgehammer to the back of their heads simply “walk away” that of course only emboldens those so very “over controlling”.

 

Would you be such a person?

 

Do you know of such a person in your own household?

 

Are you like most women living alone?

 

Are you like most intelligent western women deciding not to have to have children and to leave it to the Chinese with a far better track record of community and values, not to mention their far better execution of the “merit system”?

 

Do you have any idea apart from me being totally opposite to The It why my awesomely beautiful and mind-boggling smart and so funny - just the thought of her speaking in her awesomely sexy French accent has me laughing – French Canadian wife would choose to be with me and the fact that I at least look athletic?

 

Fred Deluca is nothing like me or “The It”.

 

Deluca is dark, slender, tall, good looking and athletic but he nor his goons would have a chance up against the best of the best coming out of Israel’s Flotilla 13 who again was backed up by a very seasoned operative loyal only to those with a golden name like mine.

 

DeLuca is also extraordinarily charming although when on New Years Day 1997 after what came so very close to a very bloody scene the night before commended me on my “charm” as his highly paid high class prostitutes swarmed around me on his fairly large boat going up and down the Ft. Lauderdale’s intercoastal waterways, no doubt only checking to see if I was wired, not in the least concerned that I was carrying a weapon which of course I had no reason to be so stupid as there was still watching over me ever moment 2 very accomplished Israeli Special Forces commandos.

 

My game plan was actual quite simple.

 

By putting Sunmed “in play” I had shown DeLuca that I was at a minimum “sophisticated” but I had to convince him that was all I was “bringing to the table” since he had the “right of first refusal” which was a “show stopper” for any non-DAAC “sophisticated” investor who wouldn’t be interested in being a “stalking horse” knowing that DeLuca with his multi-billions could and would always come up with the highest bid which of course would prevent anyone with half a brain from even entering the bidding let alone “upset” someone like DeLuca so used to having things his own way.

 

My goal was to “buy enough time” to have DeLuca reveal his “true colors” i.e. that he and his consultants were trying to drive Sunmed in to the ground and thus invalidate his “right of first refusal.”

 

When dealing, however, with individuals so used to getting their way, the one thing they lack, especially as they get older and feel their mortality is “patience”.

 

But I needed to “convince” DeLuca that in the end he could “trust” me to hand over Sunmed without him having to “bloody his hands”.

 

In showing DeLuca how very “quick” I was to physically confront his one South African consultant who was bullying Ms. MaryRose Cusimano as DeLuca’s goons all looked on and who could have very easily in order to impress DeLuca “jumped the gun” leaving it up to my “back up” to “make the call”, I demonstrated to DeLuca that I couldn’t be “intimidated” by violence but then I had to get all “mellow”, pulling on my Charm School training.

 

DeLuca “bought my act” and ended up while thinking he had nothing to lose, that time was on his side, he could get by “toying with me” thinking that all I wanted was a good paying job with freebee prostitutes on the side, end up owning the remaining two thirds of Sunmed paying “cents on the dollar”.

 

I had, however, my own personal resources that were not exactly INSIGNIFICANT, not even close.

 

But again that would have had DeLuca simply “pulling the plug” and forcing Sunmed in to bankruptcy in an instant.

 

Second, I had waiting in the wings a very close personal friend, Derrick Beare of Investec, United Kingdom and South Africa willing to make a personal loan that would never allow Sunmed more than just the smallest amount of breathing room which DeLuca thought based on how I played it out with his South African consultant that I would exhaust all those monies in no time getting massages and blow jobs and end up coming back to him with my “tail between my legs” happy to have a job and of course a mistress on the side.

 

Most of all I had the smarts to stretch such monies by not taking a dime out the company while painstakingly, methodically and ever so patiently outsmarting DeLuca even when at the 11th hour and 59th minute of getting all the funding we needed and of course neutralizing his holdings including his “rights of first refusal”, he had his consultants hand me evidence of “wrongdoing” by Mary Rose Cusimano, because her “misdeeds” were totally immaterial and would have been thrown out of even the most nonsense kangaroo court in the world.

 

Not to mention that back in the fall of 1997 not only had I begun to get “my arms around” the Congressional investigation that were ultimately upended by the Clinton-DAAC Arkansas Justice Department well spelled out in the March 1998 edition of Fortune Magazine but DeLuca had finally got sloppy with a series of email communications that showed he was in “command and control” of the 3 consultants who were continuing to drive Sunmed “into the ground”, such communications showed beyond a shadow of doubt DeLuca had breached his fiduciary responsibilities thus bringing in to question his “right of first refusal”.

 

Moreover, in the 10 months that I managed to run Sunmed on nothing short of a “shoe string” we had very SIGNIFICANT Federal court victories under our belt including getting Federal Court Judge Jack B. Weinstein to throw out the landmark $5.3 million verdict against Digital Equipment Corporation involving repetitive-stress-injuries which was the court case that first caught Hank Greenberg’s attention.

 

But the “problem” ended up being me, my inability to “turn a blind eye evil” no matter how easy it would be for me to justify its “relative smallness” for that would first and foremost interfere with my precise sequencing which is “programmed” to “search for the truth” about anything and everything that “crosses my path” without any consideration to “monetary value”.

 

Moreover, I don’t consider my life worth more than that of my dog.

 

There was “in the end” only “rewards” for my “inability” to get Mary Rose Cusimano who had signed over to me half her remaining two thirds ownership interest in Sunmed and all its patented technologies, to simply “come clean”.

 

I wasn’t even requiring that she place anything in writing given how her “misdeeds” of inflating the number of tests she had performed were totally inconsequential.

 

Furthermore DeLuca had known about her “wrongful” actions for some time and was therefore in no position to later “cry foul” which didn’t prevent him from at least thinking it would be enough, not to scare me since by the fall of 1997 he knew like my wife that there was nothing “charmingly naïve” about me, but to get Doctorate of Psychology Cusimano to “clam up”.

 

DeLuca like Mary Rose Cusimano Ph.D had studied psychology at university before dropping out and understood Ms. Cusimano’s insecurities NO DOUBT better than me who believed I could CONVINCE Cusimano to simply admit that she had in fact lied.

 

But that was simply something she couldn’t bring herself to doing even though I showed her all the supporting incriminating documents.

 

Plus the fact that she was flat broke wouldn’t have her budge.

 

Mary Rose Cusimano did have a weight problem that one could argue rather well negatively impacted her ability to logically thought process.

 

Can you relate?

 

If not personally, does this all not sound so very familiar although you didn’t expect to hear it from someone who has now got every single corrupt politician in the world to go very quiet?

 

Again, you notice you are not in the least bit bothered by the size of this email.

 

Moreover, Mary Rose Cusimano knew that her “falling on the sword” would remain within a very tight circle but that also wasn’t enough to convince her she would lose everything in “going to war” with me.

 

Even with the knowledge of how awesome she was as the company’s “front person” especially when it came to defending in courts all across the country including Puerto Rico and Bahamas, the integrity of her tests that with each passing moment had AIG and other insurance carriers with very SIGNIFICANT soft-tissue injuries totally out of control, “chomping at the bit” to get “in bed” with us, wasn’t enough to convince her that she had everything to gain by simply coming clean with me and so much to lose.

 

Not even the fact that the two of us had pulled together the most stellar medical advisory board which included as our Medical Director the then current Medical Director of Travelers Insurance who I had “Ink a deal” that would have had him leave Travelers to come on board with us fulltime, this extraordinarily well educated physician with top experience was requesting so extraordinarily few shares, the same with the top Wall Street investment bankers in the form of Newell Starks of Citigroup Venture Corporation and his partner Dennis Stanfill former Chairman of the Board and CEO of MGM and a trustee of Caltech University.

 

Nothing was AS IMPORTANT TO Dr. MaryRose Cusimano PH.D as her not having a bs medical degree.

 

While I walked away from an asset Newell Starks would have had no trouble in selling for close to half a billion dollars had I given him the “green light” to go ahead and bring in the funding, I knew I had done the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing.

 

This “game of life” is a game.

 

I know there are “sum” [sic] out there who would say that I would have been able to convince Ms. Cusimano if only I had explained The Diamond Invention so that she would see how the most corrupt of all the professions in the US is the medical industry beginning with physicians who cant come even close to explaining why it is apart from them all involved in the most extraordinary insurance fraud that gets trickled down to the poor and downtrodden, you have medical doctors making so much money and healthcare amongst 95% of Americans is worse than in Great Britain, even after their whining about what has been up until only very recently “sumwhat” [sic] higher malpractice insurance premium payments that has them simply taking earlier retirements and/or spending more time on the golf course certainly not in bed making love given how mostly so out of shape are both their heads and bodies.

 

But look at how difficult it is today to convince people to “change their tune”!

 

Not to mention that in the end Derrick Beare did win a judgment against Ms. Cusimano and Sunmed which to the best of my knowledge he failed to follow up on.

 

To mention little of the LA lawyers who reviewed the rather extraordinary dozier I had pulled together with a lot of help from Mr. Newell Starks that had them “chomping at the bit” to go after Fred DeLuca who later got a $10 million “slap across the wrist” that may have in fact been later overturned given his enormous DAAC Arkansas support.

 

To mention in passing that the instant I explain to any lawyer and/or judge The Diamond Invention as I have so succinctly in recent times, there is a look that comes over their face that to appreciate requires you simply looking right now in to the closest mirror.

 

Now check with Ms. Diana Henriques of the New York Times to have her explain why the media went so “deafeningly silent” on reporting the demise of Sunmed for that would have opened an unimaginable number of hornets nests.

 

You hear so often the word “damages” which is an aspect of life.

 

When a corporation disappears from the “face of the earth” life on Wall Street continues on.

 

Remember, life is game.

 

Remember, we breed like rabbits because we do care about living life to the fullest now.

 

Without people getting injured in the work place what else would doctors, lawyers, accountants, all the pencil pushers do with their time.

 

Without wars to address the human overpopulation problem what would we do?

 

Without criminals what would law enforcement do?

 

These are no difficult questions to answer.

 

What is it that you want to be in your next lifetime because you know the road we are all traveling on right now isn’t going to get any of us very far right now forget what an extraordinarily smart and vengeful G-d will decide?

 

Have you ever wondered why apart from fleecing the poor that much more that we have stock markets?

 

Have you ever wondered if a public corporation was so very “hot” why its management wouldn’t just go to their friends like Citicorp Venture Corporation who specialize in “management friendly” i.e. “shareholder hostile” takeovers to get all their financing needs met leaving only the “dog” public corporations to be sold to the so unsuspecting DAAC media indoctrinated public who can only make out so long as the house of cards stays propped up by the ignorant masses CHOOSE to be poor and ignorant.

 

In due course I will be explaining in my next follow up email to Chris “Little Mind Me” Little how very easy it is going to be for the masses to change the “status quo” without being so foolish to resort to violence.

 

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From: Jan Kunsa
Sent: Monday, January 22, 2007 4:36 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: BE A GOOD BOY.....serves at ourpleasure.....formletter....little....

 

Gary,
No, I don’t know you and I have no idea how I got on other than someone put me on???
I’ve bee getting your sendings for 3 or 4 months now.
Please remove me.
Thanks,
Jan


From: "Gary S. Gevisser" <gevisser@sbcglobal.net>
Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2007 16:19:16 -0800
To: "'Jan Kunsa'" <Ask4Jan@cox.net>
Subject: RE: BE A GOOD BOY.....serves at our pleasure.....formletter....little....

 

How do you think you get on?

Do you know me?


From: Jan Kunsa
Sent: Monday, January 22, 2007 4:10 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: BE A GOOD BOY.....serves at our pleasure.....formletter....little....

How do I get off you e-mail list??? Please.
Thanks,

 



[1] I assumed the target audience was diabetic mothers.