From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: John K. Pollard Jr.
Cc: rest; Robert H. Frank - Profefessor of Economics -
Subject: RE: Jonathan...visit from
the Secret Service...spi....---....getting herself in line...
John,
A member of a law
enforcement detail tasked with protecting a Saudi-American friend of mine who
happens to be of Christian-Muslim decent having possibly attended as many
Jewish Passovers as me given how her step-father Gary was Jewish, left the
Cliff House along with his “charge” after I think it is fair to say
a pretty decent meal that I cooked from scratch.
This gentleman who I shall
simply refer to as “John”
partaking in everything including the discussion between myself and my friend
refraining, however, from the champagne, leaving this rather beautiful, more
slender than usual, but very eligible young lady and myself to share a very
decent bottle of champagne that went down rather well with the filet mignon,
roasted potatoes, tszatziki, roasted garlic humus, and lettuce, the filet
cooked to perfection with a touch of blue cheese administered at the end.
As G-D is my witness not
only is everything as you would expect to be 100% the truth but I did everything
including washing the lettuce, the “charge” simply placing the
china plates which she thought enough of to pass a positive comment to the side
of the Cliff House’s kitchen sink as I went about “interrogating” John who only confirmed he is a “member of law enforcement”,
and of course his ear piece could very easily have been hooked into an Ipod
listening to Cold Play.
The evening was topped off
with a stroll to the bench in front of the Cliff House where
John made a point of the need to avoid if at all humanely possible the meeting
of the mutual admiration society where as you would know, being an alumni of an
Ivy League University, a former participant in academia, the new corrupt church,
everyone attending such gatherings is there to say how wonderful they all are
given how much all for the “public
good” they have done but no one can remember what it is
exactly NOR why they are meeting
unless to have sex?
For the sake of my sanity as
well as possibly yours I will not share with you the dream Marie had last night
that quite frankly has me still battling nausea despite Marie pulling out all
stops to distract me throughout the day including allowing me for just a couple
of moments to place my head under one of her magnificent sexy skirts.
Do you know of a blog
where people share their sickest dreams?
Earlier in the day at the
local car antique show where our 90 year old friend Justice Eugene Requa showed
off his recently acquired 1962 Studebaker, I ran in to a former neighbor from 27th Street
in Del Mar who wasn’t in the least bit surprised that I haven’t
paid the two parking tickets I received on the same day while parked briefly
outside his house, this picture
describing rather well this “solid as
rock’s” desire to remain anonymous while seeming to
suggest we all kneel down in prayer, saved by the tarmac being scorching hot,
and thank G-d that I have not taken on the Mexican mafia, as least not yet.
In order to keep this
“rock solid”
individual’s identity a secret, simply now informing the Secret Service
that this “rock
solid” individual who I first thought was very possibly a
mafia hit man under some federal witness protection program, was quite shocked
that Greedy Gregory Beckham
couldn’t have found so as to address his lack of sex even a low class hooker in
Tijuana just across the border in Mexico, whereas this beautiful, stressed but
very much on the ball friend who decided to change from her rather elegant
attire into some of my casual clothes so that she could be relaxed and of
course more ladylike when sitting cross legged on the chez longe viewing
another incredible sunset, thought
upon hearing about Greedy’s testimony in court this past Thursday that
“solid of rock”
obviously hadn’t heard of Solana Beach the next town north of Del Mar
apparently having its fair share of Johns and hookers to mention little,
however, of the fact that “rock
solid” is not only smart to share my missives with family
and friends he is one of the few Lilly White Wheaty Eaters able to compete
rather well in the high-tech industry to mention in passing probably more
familiar with my writings on the subject of Americans venturing across the
border in the “heat of
the night” bringing back Mexican hookers who as part of
“the deal” are
not forced to return across the border.
So very easy to justify
one’s poor behavior, even in such a case making the argument that
Now, however, given
Greedy’s testimony in court it wouldn’t surprise me that even when
Warren Buffet gets indicted and found guilty of fraud he will use the fact that
he hasn’t had “sex in
over a year”.
Please share with me-we
your thoughts on both the look of the cartoon-s as well as the caption coming
out of the mouth of monkey, Greedy Beckham now catapulting the value of our
intellectual property.
Greedy simply having run
out of options thinking that by raising the subject of “sex” it
would prove so distracting to Judge Bloom as well as everyone else in the courtroom
including me, my rather brilliant wife, as well as our “shocked to his core”
advocate, Mr. Pinkerton Esq. probably never hearing such gobbledygook in all
his life even after 6 years in the U.S. Marines, flying fighter-bomber-jets in
over 1,000 missions in the Vietnam “Civil-Drug” War.
My amazing wife, Marie Dion Gevisser
who at dinner last night not only once again stole the show with her humor and
out of this world attire, her fine wool jacket along with her exquisite blouse,
how can I fail to mention her fine laced bra all that remains at this Cliff
House right now, was not able to join us this evening as the 3 of us not only
celebrated life and the victims of 911 but the fact that this Saudi-American
friend recently survived what appears to have been a rather elaborate attempt
on her life, at a minimum, some not exactly “jokers” causing her
car to collide with another car driven by a Chinese gentleman that would have
made her give serious thought to seeking sanctuary in an insane asylum were it
not for being so fortunate to have “friends in the right places” who are now tasked
with doing the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing
including, please G-D, paying more attention to my writings.
Besides for property manager Greedy stating under
oath, under penalty of perjury that his sharing with me his lack of “sex” was the “personal information” that I
used to in his words, “threaten me with… to intimidate me to
act the way you would me to act for you” that had him then going on to say, “To me that is evil.
Such
a unique bachelor bad frequented for some 12 years by Mr. Sammy Haim who had
this penchant for bringing Mexican hookers into the United States who then
helped spread yeast infections amongst all the Lilly White Wheaty Eating
married women whose Johns were out having a jolly good time to mention little
of Greedy trying to impress Judge Bloom that Sammy Haim, born in a mud hut in
Egypt, crossed over to Israel when just a few months old, his family possibly
“asleep at the wheel”
when Moses got permission from Pharaoh to leave, was such an “honorable citizen”.
Haim
just another whiner of the not so dull Delmartian community, caught with his
pants down, who I had “problems getting along
with” to mention in passing that I assumed all along that
Greedy was having sex with his tenant Ms. Clark which is why he was so inept in
“getting herself in line”.
Now of course you know I made a mistake when mixing
you up with Jonathan Pollard, the Israeli-American spy, but there is this
“shared energy” that is
finally “taking hold” and perhaps if
me and my very worldly American-Saudi friend survive a little longer peace
might be “speeded up” in places like
the Middle East without the need for more “Divine
Intervention” such as Hurricane Katrina and the recent
Tsunami, guiding us, especially those at the bottom of the pyramid to wake up
and see the writing on the wall,
human population explosion once brought under control solving in the next
instant all the problems of the world.
Without the church there would be no poor and
without the poor there would be no church, every reason to believe this very
much getting it “to-get-her”
[sic] young lady will soon appear on a show like Oprah.
It has never taken a rocket scientist to figure out
what this mafia of mafia organization could do to ferment “civil-drug unrest” with their
unlimited in supply, untraceable, lightweight and never once inventoried
diamond currency.
The last thing the DAAC
ever believed possible was that not only would someone such as myself knowing
everything there is to know about their insidious business survive this long,
sharing my wealth of Knowledge-Information-Light but that
world peace would have last this long.
May the
Time to fly.
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-----Original Message-----
From: John K.
Pollard Jr. [mailto:jpollar2@san.rr.com]
Sent:
To: gary s gevisser
Subject: Jonathan
Did you finally get him released?
Please forgive me for inviting Dr.
Jonathan K. Pollard to join me and the family at Yoonjee’s
boyfriend’s sushi restaurant at the corner of 11th Street and
Highway 101 in downtown Del Mar, just up the road from our other rented
property commonly known as The Cliff House although the owners named it the
Carriage House.
