Ms. Presenter of Entertainment let me be crystal clear as
you now shuffle the very few cards you are left to play with, the same with
everyone who chooses to be an ostrich,
by the time I joined the DAAC back in 1980 on 47th
Street in New York City there wasn’t a single member of this mafia of mafia
family who thought information-knowledge-light would get to the point that time
actually “stood still” so confident that the book Edward Jay Epstein had written would
eventually be so “old news” as well as demonstrating the
“forthrightness” of this bunch of thugs
who had managed to launder enough of their ill-gotten gains from enslaving,
torturing and murdering anyone who dared to interfere with their “system”,
should anyone centuries down the line question how it came about that the rich
were able to trickle down the costs of getting richer on to the backs of the
poor and downtrodden, the DAAC far
more ruthless and treacherous than all the mafia families combined who make
headline news every so often when wacking mostly one of their own versus the DAAC who learned a great deal from SS who you would know rarely if ever
bloodied their hands once placing my Jewish brothers and sisters in
Concentration Camps counting on Jewish Capos to “maintain
order”.
You would also know being such a worldly person
presenting entertainment to all the peoples of South Africa that 47th
Street, the heart of the world’s wholesale money laundering business is just a
brisk walk from where Senator Ted Kennedy’s brother, President
elect John F. Kennedy was given by CE’s co-inventor-conspirator of the
Diamond Invention, Mr. Harry Oppenheimer, his “marching orders” before taking the Oath of Office to become the
next President of the United States and as Commander in Chief of all United
States Armed Forces able to execute such “marching orders” and if not then
certainly his brother Robert F. Kennedy.
So when you next visit Arlington Memorial Cemetery in
It is not enough to be able to have half-way intelligent
conversations when dining, drinking expensive or cheap wine, healthy or
unhealthy foods, one has to involved, to read the newspaper as contrived as
they are to work out why they fail to talk about the greatest piece of news to
have ever found its way on “tTOo” [sic] planet Mother Earth, the lady with the white Labrador dogs just
walking by our rented Cliff House, the time 9:11 AM PT, too fast for me to have
taken a photo.
The Digital Age, a G-D-Send, places each of us on the
exact same footing.
We are now all forced to actually live in the present and to share what
information-knowledge-light we have with everyone in our inner circle and
failing to do so sends as clear a signal of one’s priorities as telling it
exactly the way it is.
Again and again as much as you would like to paint me like
one goes about deciding on the soup of the day I am nothing more nor am I
anything less than someone hell bent on exposing corruption throughout the
pyramid until such time as I take my last breath.
You would know that soup de jour is either based on what
are the most delicious foods in season or more common amongst folks not really
caring about how they feed their most important human engine what is beginning
to rot in the refrigerator or simply going to a restaurant and taking their
chances that every one of the chefs and servers after picking their nose,
getting rid of all life’s frustrations is kind and gentle enough to wash their
hands thoroughly for at least 20 seconds under very warm water.
For a moment I thought this lady who failed to pick up her dog’s
business #2 was bending over to pick up yesterday’s
mess and perhaps she did although I also felt she was very possibly putting on
a show for me or possibly Pypeetoe given how when she returned from her walk
yesterday she made a point of sharing with us her broadest rather nice smile,
part of the reason besides for at times having to look at the computer screen
to make sure I haven’t hit an incorrect key taking me to another screen
containing other emails is that the shades on the first oversized window are still down from yesterday’s most
amazing sunset.
Please be kind enough to let me know which hyperlinks are
not working and of course I am thankful that you decided to keep the dialogue going which I suspect
even an idiot like my pal
You have of course typed on Google the two words “Anele Gevisser”.
I just received a call from my extraordinarily bright,
incredibly talented, elegant and eloquent Client-Partner-Wife
You are certainly too young to have first hand knowledge
of my extraordinary RM’s influence
not only on South African women of all colors but pretty much every male “mover
and shaker” would listen to her weekly radio show including men such as
I am going to take another break that could extend well
into the afternoon given how we are having a “pot roast” courtesy of Dr. John
K. Pollard who is first taking my
wife and I a little later to an art exhibition in
downtown San Diego.
Forgive me if I take this occasion to ask Mr.
Mr. JRK like many others much further up the pyramid
than even my pal
And don’t give me any bull about the owners of your radio
show all of a sudden not interested in money unless of course they are also
like Mr. Manuel under the “command and control” of the DAAC?
Bear in mind South Africa’s Minister of Finance, and feel
free to email David Altman to get his opinion, fully
understands his limitations in responding to me at this time, his fateful
decision to allow SAITEX the large
South African trade show group “governed” by remnants of the Broderbund, i.e. Apartheid regime to acquire Made In USA Inc. that was taking small
and medium sized American companies to emerging markets like South Africa, so
extraordinarily unimportant Trevor thought for the new ANC South African
Government to wean itself off the DAAC,
while haunting him the rest of his life is right this instant causing the
spotlight to shine even brighter on MG’s DAAC
family, not forgetting MG is the prolific author-journalist tasked
currently with hurriedly revising the autobiography of Thabo
Mbeki, South Africa’s prime.
Vasbeit,
Gary S. Gevisser
A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There!
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-----Original Message-----
From: anele mdoda
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: FW: .StaY
FOCused.DAAC....RAIN...---...
Hey Gary
Thank you very much for helping me "realise" [sic]
that not only are you slightly
deranged but also extremely extremely rude, arrogant and
very persistant.
Firstly 90% of your hyperlinks on your sillly little
emails dont work,
have expired or link me straight to googles homepage. If
you going to send
me shit for Gods sake make sure they working peophol.
Secondly you CC the fucking Minister of finance WHO DO
YOU THINK YOU ARE
THAT THEY ARE GOING TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR THEORIES?
What the same guy
that CC'S the White house!!!!!
Thirdly I would love to engage with you in a live debate
but the truth is
my listeners need entertainment not a rude I quote'morons
such as
yourself' deranged old lonely man who thinks he
understands the world a
whole lot better than anybody else who wastes his time on
forumns about
what would happen if BLACK PEOPLE ARE GIVEN POWER!! Dont
you have a lawn
to mow A wife to make happy, children to love,
experiences to share. Life
is too short to be worrying your whole life, dude your
pathetic little
existance does shit for me or my listeners.
In closing - PLEASE STOP WASTING
of Finance;
Oppenheimer -DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC]; Eliot
Spitzer -
Attorney Generalof
State;mailto:
Cohen - Codiam Inc.;
Jonathan “Trouble Bubble” Beare;Professor
University - former Chairman of theSEC; Miriam Ross -
Survival
International; Enid Enga Pigors - Office of the Chairman
& CEO of Coca
Cola AND MY TIME
Shot a lot POEPHOL!!!
Anele
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject: RE: .StaY FOCused.DAAC....RAIN...---...
Ok
Ms. TUKSFM radio presenter…---…
