From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Friday, June 20, 2003 4:29 PM
To: Jeff (jrk@class-action-law.com)
Cc: rest
Subject: ??

 

Jeff, earlier I got my computer batteries charged at the ARCO gas station probably halfway between Stonehenge II and your offices and rather than fite the traffic jam brout about by the rain I went 4 a little hike with the too dogs.

 

Rite now I will just hang tite while putting sum thouts tu pen. It is going on 2PM PST and things continue to look rather bleak in your direction.

 

First, thanks for the referral to Mr. McGuire Esq. butT fortunately or unfortunately this “bulldog” colleague of yours it seems was a little to busy to speak with me.

 

Instead I got tu speak with another partner at the firm while you were flying hi in the clouds to that fukukta meeting in New York City with union leaders leaving me to find another “pong” partner who even after forcing me to cross my “tees” [sic] didn’t seem quite ready to buck the system much like Gabriele Forsyth, the niece of my attorney Mr. James Ashworth Esq. who may have heard has been “hospitalized” not the first attorney to have dealt with me that chose to take a sabbatical on my nickel altho this guy “Peter Man-nerd” [sic] from the law firm of "Manate Phelps" [sic] up in Los Angeles was actually being paid by the Epilady USA Inc. folks.

 

What on earth do you think could be preventing Ms. Forsyth who is undoubtedly aware of Marie and my “sweat” [sic] court victory back on October 24th of last year at least giving me the telephone of the attorney for the National Republican Committee, i.e. how much more credibility does one need to mention little of a track record that has folks like Hank Greenberg of AIG and u taking my calls?

 

Some would have expected her uncle after celebrating a victory that I consider at least as important as Judge Weinstein’s opinion some 6 years ago in the Eastern District of New York to be floating on Cloud 9.

 

Back in the fall of 1989 attorney King Golden Junior briefed me on how I should handle a meeting with the top executives of Epilady USA who were riding hi on this contraption designed by men to wreck havoc on women’s legs and rather than have me take an Epilady and walk around their incredible marble boardroom table giving these “shit heads” a razor cut followed by cutting off each of their noses, lobbying off their heads, dividing up their torsos before eventually chopping off their legs below the knee, Mr. Golden did what every “shit head” white liberal attorney schooled in an institution like the University of Virginia Law School catering to a group of pot heads who we now know don’t exactly practice what they preach suggested that I recite the liberal arts teachings, “Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive” which went down like a ton of bricks aka “house on fire.”

 

Suffice to say more than a handful of these Polie Pollak look-alikes are so open minded that their brains have fallen out to the point that “lying stealing and cheating” are everyday use in their vocabulary much like what my stepfather ingrained in me, “Can’t is not in my vocabulary, the impossible shall be, getting rid of all the pricks will take a miracle or tTOo” [sic].

 

Here I was, a fellow ex-South African, coming across as holier than thou when all they were thinking was about their next killing which is why, in my opinion, it is so important that parents think very carefully before deciding to “rule from the grave.”

 

The instant children start hearing nonsense coming out of the mouths of their parents-custodians, more than a handful hypocrites, that is when their brains start malfunctioning and they start hearing “blah blah blah” followed by thouts of “The quicker I drive these sons and daughters of bitches completely nuts the sooner I will inherit” which is again, in my opinion, one of the reasons why there is so much discourse between the young and old even tho the old, even those who are pathological liars at times tell the truth.

 

And so when I was a tutor at the University of Natal for the mostly brain dead when I talked about why if when my students were younger and didn’t have parents or grandparents sitting around the dining room table to impart their knowledge of the world, advising them therefore tu go out and get a job altho most if not all had both grandparents as well as parents, butt from the standpoint of their elders talking so much kuk these kids had tuned off but because they were getting tons of money to do as they please, Fairs to boot, they simply didn’t have time let alone the inclination tu “pick up” anything off the street.

 

Yes that “pick up” hyperlink can take u on quite a journey.

 

Earlier today I was speaking with Sebastian Capella who had yet to read the E-mails I sent his son Rick. Sebastian thout it would take him about an hour to read both emails but I told him to take his time and get back to me next week altho the line was echoing and he may not have heard me clearly.

 

Getting back to my first “professional job” as a university tutor altho I once worked during the summer vacations in my second year at this so-called “Hi-er institution” 4 the mentally retarded, for an accounting firm responsible 4 the audit of South African Clothing Industries [SACI] which my stepfather founded.

 

I was responsible 4 counting buttons, bearing in mind that at the time they produced sum 30,000 garments per day, sum 3,500 different styles per year to mention little of the extra buttons sewn into the jacket pockets 4 when the thread on the “built in” buttons wittingly or unwittingly unthreaded. My cousin, Nigel Gevisser, was in charge of the audit.

 

Under normal circumstances anyone doing a “hand count” when scales had been invented sum 4,000 years prior would have been fired on the spot. Nigel just looked at me and continued making out at first that he hadn’t seen what I was doing butt I made a point of letting him know that unless directed otherweiss I could be counted on following order to the T.

 

Of course u have worked out that my next “peace offering” will be to Mr. Melvyn Weiss of Milberg Weiss asking him to “save face” given what remains of that incredibly ugly face, even uglier than mine, by submitting to a polygraph which I believe will confirm that he did in fact make that incredibly stupid post on the eRaider.com Shareholders Rights message board on 3/22/00  10:31 PM ET to mention little of him feeling the need to come back in 3 minutes later with an even more pitiful post.

 

As u know in “our” business one has to walk a “fine line” to mention little of what is really going on in the financial markets, “bottom lines” to boot where for the most part even the best run companies right now are doing nothing butt treading water, at least that is my opinion, and of course u know that in sum circles my opinion actually counts altho if u looked at my billings over the past 4 years they don’t really amount tu much; in fact were it not 4 my involvement with the Wetherly Capital folks, the ones who masterminded, blah blah blah, there would probably be no Y but 4 sum reason these folks came into my life and the rest is history.

 

Yes, no one can blame me for either the demise of the stock markets or for Governor Davis being indicted altho I guess those who masterminded and rigged the California Gubernatorial elections that had their lackey in the hiest office of the 7th largest economy in the world living like a king in the Governor’s mansion may hope to sway public opinion during their sentencing that I am the “evil incarnate”, agree?

 

It is now 3:45PM PST and after a series of interruptions including being served like a King by Brandon here at Jack in the Box located in the same facility as the ARCO I am now getting serious about getting down to business. I will not be checking this email until such time as I have finished visiting with u.

 

U may have heard that I am considering throwing my hat in the ring to be the next Governor of California and of course once I point out that Arnold Schwarzenegger must be somewhat brain dead for starting a craze that has now every soccer mom in the country wanting a Hummer without realizing that the parking spaces at malls are getting smaller and consequently neither he nor his anorexic looking wife are likely to have the brain power to get us out of this mess and of course u would support me every possible way, agree?

 

First, I ask that u give up on Senator Kerry and direct those within the “Democats” who are not already “down & out” tu my campaign. In other words when I cum to pick up my check today I would like a list of all the donors who think Senator Kerry’s “shit don’t stink.”

 

By the way when I first typed in the word “hiest” several paragraphs above, Microsoft word instantly changed it tu “heist.”

 

Talking of “stink” one of my first girlfriends who u may have read I never had sex with called and left a message on Marie’s answering machine yesterday that quite frankly had me floored. Lynne Bentel, who remains not only beautiful and smelling like a rose, was recently involved in a rather bad car accident head injuries+++ and her message to sum mite in fact indicate that she could be brain dead.

 

The message was tu Marie and it mentioned sumthing about, “U are the best thing that could have happened to Mr. Gevisser” [sic].

 

Quite frankly I cannot remember the rest of the message that went on 4 perhaps as long as u spoke with our Danielle the other evening, 4 the first and only time, I mite add, again.

 

No one ever calls me, “Mr. Gevisser” but then again there are few, relatively speaking that is, who think I deserve such a designation given how little time I actually work; butt when I produce, “watch out” & of course I can do a hole better than the average Joe Blow when it comes to math. Even your staff who know perfectly well I am about the only person capable of keeping u in line refer tu me as “The Pisser.”

 

It is still raining so I will continue on. So which president of the United States came up with this pretty smart, A Man A Plan A Canal Panama=A Man A Plan A Canal Panama? A day doesn’t go by when Jonathan doesn’t make a point of letting me know he is SMART-ER than me but not quite having my experiences of being allowed by both biological parents to fly hi and free from the instant I came out of my mother’s womb.

 

“Mamamia” is what I heard cuming out of my brain when Danielle told me this past Monday morning when I picked her up from the path adjacent to her father’s house and of course I came close tu hitting the roof yesterday when she tried tu “cover things up.”

 

The truth can be very hurtful tu young people but it is nowhere near as damaging as living the rest of your life in a hellhole once one comes to realize later in life that not only have u been fed a hole bunch of bullshit by members of your household butt those around u who preached things like “G-d is truth” didn’t speak up when they should have, internecine fiting the bloodiest, again and again.

 

One doesn’t have to be cruel to be kind one just has to empathize with those that have been hurt and clearly Danielle was feeling sum of the hurt her younger brother would feel if he knew that the message his biological father, i.e. JBS, had left on Marie’s answering machine about the reason why he didn’t make it to Jonathan’s baseball award celebrations were nothing but a bunch of bullshit, par tho for the course.

 

My E-mail earlier to Mr. George C. Hurst is in fact the opening salvo in what is going to be a monthly, weekly, daily, hourly, minute by minute, second by second, full-on game of chess that will have me drawing on all my “skills & experiences” and of course by the time it is all over I expect even members of my immediate family to join in some of whom are walking on egg shells wondering how far I will push things as it relates to the mind games played post WWII on the likes of me and my contemporizes to mention little of the Nazi sympathizers within our immediate ranks and I am not just talking about Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus.

 

I very much look forward to Aida Parker joining forces with members of the Durban North Lazarus clan who think I may have to many things going on right now to focus on them, the bigots that they all are, butt again I will hold my opinion on each person I think could do better as I turn the heat on them as I am with JBS, his attorney Mr. George G. Hurst Esq. et al, never tho to forget old Sammy “shoe shine” boy.

 

No doubt u are unlikely tu have had the time tu read probably any of my recent emails given the Bob Kaplans of the world breathing down your neck as they hear possibly first hand with the recall of Governor Davis now being front page news that they mite find themselves in the middle of one of my Perfect Storms that for sum idiotic reason they assumed was sumthing less than a tempest in a teapot.

 

When you are raised in an environment that not only condones but gives rounds of applause to folks who can tell the most disgusting of racist, bigoted jokes, why on earth would u look at what I say tu mention little of my unorthodox style of saying it, DI-ON to boot, as nothing more than my giving those on my “shit list” a heads up that the World Wde WEB aka World Wide Wait would inevitably come about with a vengeance.

 

Time tu spare us all with the “civil” and liberal expressions that simply keep the masses guessing, agree?

 

Which reminds me of those yoyo executives from Epilady USA who like anyone caut in a crevice, as in a crack, equal & opposite tu where the sun don’t sun, resort to things like snorting coke, worse yet tu IGNORE me to mention little of all the “pot full” as in “garage full” of Epiladys sitting in their warehouses which they hadn’t bothered to record in their books as “returns.”

 

That last hyperlink could cause “a run” that could extend all the way to 1 Wall Street, up the elevator, and right into the office of Richard Hebner, Vice President of Bank of New York assuming he isn’t dead and buried as opposed to being simply “brain dead.”

 

There is stuff in this one email that even Ms. Kimberly Hunt would like to get her hands on and then do what with other than suck on her thumb given her lack of persistence to mention little of her inability to hunt, more said the better if in fact my goal is to drive these folks out of business and of course given Ms. Hunt incredible acumen 4 getting rid of her clothes I certainly think she would do well as one of our GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com franchisees.

 

U may recall the first and only time I met Ms. Hunt was when she was shopping at Dexters in Del Mar and then I walked her over to a second hand clothing store where she was on her way to pick up her “pink slip” [sic].

 

It is possible given the fact that the keyboard on my laptop is functioning fairly well 4 me to get out that much anticipated follow up email to Mr. Riddle’s knockout anchorwoman. Mr. Riddle you may have seen from my previous emails is the Executive Producer from KUSI TV who made a call tu me that lasted all of 11 seconds.

 

When one starts interfering with other’s peoples conditioning it is just a matter of time before they decide to rip out your hair as their doctor friends start dispensing “uppers & downers” to their hearts content and so naturally my hair started to fall out all on its own my subconscious having clearly taken over pulling out all stops that would have me Resting In Peace.

 

So where u may ask am I going with all this which is a fair question for most of the nincompoops out there but for someone so well schooled as u in the artful way I go about surrounding myself with the best and the brightest who I know can be relied to continue to fight the right should I decide to “fly the coop” the Cooper Mini S perhaps starting to feel the effects of the G forces at play as I take the S turns making more than headway in the quest to make GrubbyGrub-GarbageGirl-GrubbyGarb-GirlieGarb et al the hottest grouping of branded products under the sun, never to forget Sebastian Capella’s novel easel and of course MM1 will be a bloc-buster.

 

The “son” [sic] though ant going nowhere for the time being other than continuing to get hotter as we allow the brain patterns of our young to fry to smithereens.

 

This last word as well as “fukukta” for some reason are now being accepted by my version of Microsoft Word and so when I speak with Bill Gates this will be one of the positive things I will have to say so as to make him feel that I am not hell bent on him giving up all his ill-gotten gains, nothing short tho of 99.989% of his net worth avoiding an “inflationary bidding war” with his dad.

 

I wonder whether Bob Kaplan while with the Anti-Trust division of the Justice Department ever went head-to-head with Bill Gates Senior which could very easily account for the meteoric rise of Microsoft which if true could have Bill Gates Jnr being able to deflect finally more attention on to his father as well as the law firm of Kaplan Kilsheimer & Fox and of course now wouldn’t be the time 4 me to give those idiot attorneys a lesson in bookkeeping 101, to mention little of right and wrong.

 

Now as you know I choose my words rather carefully constantly aware of the privileges I have of always being entitled to a jury of my peers should one of the fukukta bullshit artists I now have in my “crosshairs” decide to go the lawsuit route and perhaps by that time there will be a litmus test of sorts that can not only sift through those with malevolent predispositions but can with a blood sample test for out-of-control levels of testosterone.

 

I just got interrupted by too groups wanting to ask me questions about this fukukta computer and of course by the time I was done with them explaining I know as much as u about computers not only had I presold each and everyone of them a copy of MM1 but perhaps equally important I gave them your phone number to confirm my “credibility” and of course there is the added benefit of getting your name out there assuming of course u still want to practice law once President Bush does the smart thing and suspends trading of public companies

 

By the way I am of the opinion that Bill Gates actually has no balls. Now even if Mr. “Cool hand Luke” Gates chooses to take that statement and make a Federal case against me I would bet that if “push came to shove” he wouldn’t drop his pants. His father who is the real kingpin behind Microsoft may, on the other hand, having seen how pathetically his son did during those broadcasted depositions that should have Bill Gates now serving time, decide tu come after me first tho chopping off his son’s arms below the elbows and then I could be up shits creek without a paddle, agree?

 

The fish does, however, rot from the head down and until such time as we begin to get serious about holding people in all “walks of life” including journalist Christopher Byron and his “good-looking” breakfast mate Martha Stewart accountable then of course we will continue tu see everything as one big joke to the point that when we hear the kids say, “just kidding” whenever they find a short hair in a knot we shouldn’t bother even raising our voices, rather just take out a joint enjoy the moment since the world is in fact going to pot, agree?

 

Now had I told these Jack in the Box patrons that I was in fact thinking of running 4 Governor and gave them Marie’s house number I would be willing to bet my “bottom line dollar” [sic] that not only would at least 50% of them call but they would possibly wear Marie down to the point that she would consent without filing for divorce which reminds me of the 3 “caller ID” devices I purchased yesterday that will replace her answering machine.

 

I am sure u won’t mind if I copy George G. Hurst Esq. as well as other interested parties to let him know so that he can advise his client that instead of us having to listen to his pitiful voice several times “the day” [sic] calling it seems to say nothing more than “I luv u” [sic] the children will now have the choice of deciding whether they want to pick up the phone and talk tu this maniac.

 

In my quest to solve the problems of the world having at least in my mind addressed fully a Unified Theory for the inner-workings of the Universe I may have also answered a number of questions including the $64,000 question giving folks out there a good sense of how I plan to approach the last furlough as we all move together heading towards the final post where “shooting fish in a barrel” becomes more like moving through the funnel of what amounts to nothing less than a bottleneck in an hour glass, and of course we are fast approaching the spot where there is nowhere to hide.

 

The Digital Age is much more than a wake up call for the masses to now stand tall it is their opportunity to take of the blinders off, let go of the reins and let the horses guide them back to the STABLE.

 

Suffice to say, instead of impressing Mr. McGuire I had the pleasure of a terrific game of golf with Jill Cleary for some 34 minutes and 45 seconds which includes the time spent using 411 on my cell phone, costing all of $1.50 which reminds of the antennae problem I continue to have with my Motorola cell phone that should make the Shareholder Class Action Lawsuit [SCAL] you and Campbell Soup have against Verizon, pale in comparison.

 

A few days later Ms. Clearly sent me a letter advising me to be aware of the statute of limitations issues surrounding the issues governing my not-so-little dispute with JBS et al and of course in my email response to Laurie Black I will be asking her whether she thinks a District Attorney may want to pursue criminal charges against JBS et al once they understand that there are tie-ins with drug dealers involved with “Inter & Intra-State” commerce.

 

As you know I was essentially handing Mr. McGuire a case that would require not much more than any of the fukukta paralegals over at Milberg Weiss doing a “cut and paste” job of every piece of communication between Marie’s former husband and myself going back to the year dot up and of course tu include the document Marie eventually got JBS to sign on May 9th that has dragged on since Fri, 28 Mar 2003 18:31 EST to mention little of the latest communication coming from the “vengeance” Queen without a mean bone in her body.

 

And of course I should try and get out a follow up email to South Africa’s Minister of Finance once I have given my one buddy, “Crazy David” the “heads up.” This is a rather sensitive matter which u may be interested to know more about once I come by to pick up “The check.”

 

I would be hard pressed to see Mr. George Hurst, the attorney for Marie’s ex making a convincing argument that these communications are not admissible but on the other hand nothing would surprise me coming out of the mouth of this particular attorney given all the fukukta stuff he has strewn all over the place including using documents I produced only after he and his client decided to go to war with me AND his client’s second ex-wife who is, to repeat Mr. George G. Hurst, now my wife.

 

Even though the document that Dr. JBS signed clearly refers to Marie as “Marie Dion Gevisser” her ex has yet to acknowledge in any way shape or form that Marie and I are married, never to forget tho that once confronted that I was not going to stand for his malicious and insidious assertions he made in his initial declaration signed under “penalty of perjury” that cast me as nothing short of a sexual predator, the not-so-good doctor whose eyesight clearly is damaged and/or judgment daring to drag his 13 year old daughter in to our dispute went on to tell Marie,

 

“Hey I didn’t read the declaration. I was just so upset and signed it not thinking that just another of my lies could bring about criminal type penalties to mention little of what it would mean to Mr. Gevisser who I believed I had finally boxed hoping that I would be able to get the likes of King Golden, Kathy Murray et al to mention little of u my second-shell-shocked ex-wife, looped in.” [sic]

 

I just can’t wait to assist in preparing the interrogatories 4 the Medical Director of Sharp Memorial Hospital who signed a letter on the hospital’s stationary with a masthead that looked genuine enuf to me as well as the “forensic accountants” I have now engaged along with other experts Mr. Ashworth was paid to engage who will all testify as to extent of the conspiracy to defame me, to mention little of the financial cost tu me with my website database having been illegally infiltrated; and of course we all know that the attack on me was nothing short of Dr. JBS declaring full on war with his second ex wife.

 

Getting back to Mr. McGuirre. Now I know some folks would say I should be more “charitable” when it comes to saying anything about one of the named law partners of Thorsnes Bartollata McGuirre whose names pretty much cover every ethnic you don’t want to go to war with. Oh well.

 

I have yet to hear from Mr. Sammy Haim, the opening salvo beginning on May 9th with the E-mail about the photo he took just after 7AM PST thinking at first he was going to take a photo of me and Pypeetoe who seems to have fully recovered from once getting caught up in Marie’s lingerie that right now is strewn all over the house all 4 a good cause, i.e. GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com.

 

As you know I am under strict orders not to discuss anything that goes on her bedroom which by the way I don’t ever recall mentioning a word, no more than too, other than perhaps telling one of the fukukta real estate agents that if I had it my way I would have had the antique mirror which I had shipped from South Africa cemented to the ceiling above the slay bed and of course I made the point to Ms. Edyth,

 

“… just before you entered the house I took down the chandelier I purchased recently in an estate sale just in case you get any ideas about demonstrating for others what we all assume goes on within the privacy of Jeffrey Krinsk’s bedroom” [non-sic].

 

This rather lame discourse of mine took place right after Ms. Edyth suggested the master bed be moved against the one wall thus defeating one of the purposes of having such a great bed besides for when it snows up at Stonehenge II saving me having to go out and buy some fukukta plastic sled that just wouldn’t do that well on some of the rocks I have lined along the toboggan run, which reminds me that the guy on the far right with the light reflecting off Devin Standard’s head is the managing partner of that fukukta law firm that has a parkway named after it on the way up to Pine Valley.

 

John is a neighbor of mine and I think I would get on with him pretty well considering he seems much more into “touch football” which of course I have added a flavor of a “full on” rugby from the instant I became aware that he was the youngest person in the firm’s rather illustrious history to have been named managing partner, less than 40 years old at the time, not that those sets of facts impress the likes of either you or me.

 

On that particular day where I “interrogated” him for almost a full hour, as opposed to having him sit on one of the yellow plastic chairs I had him comfortably seated on the “roller coaster” bed facing the fire place.

 

As I was just typing away I suddenly realized that May 9th was the one year anniversary of deciding “Enough was Enough” when Sammy “Joker” Haim decided to include Ms. Vicky Schiff the co-founder of Wetherly Capital in his “joke” email.

 

Ms. Schiff is my one lady client I was counting on to deliver the “golden eggs” who got looped in with those who masterminded and executed the rigging of the California Gubernatorial elections held on November 8th 2002 and again why the NRCCs attorney never bothered to pick up the phone to me puzzles me little these days as I am now on to much more exciting stuff like GirlieGarb.com blah blah blah, just kidding.

 

Our property manager wondered out aloud yesterday whether old Sammy by parking his car in the garage so often during the day may be thinking, “Sum terrorist outfit were after him” and of course I won’t bother getting into with u how unimportant my contributions have been to u over these God only knows how many years as u sit so well perched to become King of the Hill, silk purses out of pig’s ears to boot.

 

I never got to mention to Ms. Cleary that on top of the book I am writing, Manager Minute One, designed to teach non-mathematicians the benefits of going “back & forth” at speeds I know to be greater than 186,000 miles per second, there is the distinct possibility that I might have someone like my cousin Gary Levinson who co-produced Saving Private Ryan take a stab at making me an offer for the movie rights which I would probably refuse knowing what I know about Gary’s prior business dealings.

 

Now of course I not only give folks the benefit of the doubt especially when I hear the stories from other family members but I am hell bent in my focus to understand what it is that makes people tick outside of them wanting to die the richest person in the grave as they stack up wins upon wins climbing on the backs of others threatening scorch earth policies in the event they don’t get their way and perhaps why in places like Louisiana space comes at quite a premium witches to embrace.

 

That painting which you see in the last hyperlink was not yet complete at the time the photo was taken, the hand reflecting needing a touch up or “tTOo” [sic]. The photo was taken at the Hotel Del Coronado which as you know was once owned by Laurie Black’s now deceased father in law, the dishonorable former Ambassador to Switzerland & crook deluxe.

 

This rather interesting lady told Marie + I that she came from a line of witches from Wales and of course it didn’t surprise me in the least that G-d would plant her right in the middle of the Enron scandal, her former husband with strong blood ties to that despicable top dog who has yet to be led away in cuffs but who had the voice to shamefully cry out “I plead the 5th.”

 

It is nothing short of outrageous, however, that those being paraded before the cameras these days in different looking attires, so closed lipped compared to their outspokenness when giving speeches before say one of their pet charities making “faux paws” [sic] that simply have their audiences chuckle that much more whispering to themselves, “See he-she is one of us” are mostly Jewish people, certainly I celebrated tho when seeing Martha Stewart being pig-tied in the back of a Securities Exchange Commission police vehicle or was that my imagination running wild?

 

Interesting wouldn’t you agree how these crooks take on a rather common look when forced to duck under the roof of police vehicles having spent a lifetime of ducking & diving?

 

I had hoped to give Mr. McGuire a briefing on why this case against Marie Dion Gevisser’s former husband, the dishonorable Dr. JBS et al makes not only good sense from a dollars and cents perspective but would help folks everywhere including momworker63s, widows, orphans and pensioners gain the courage to stand tall to overbearing, out of control rapacious individuals like JBS.

 

I must tho thank Ms. Cleary for giving me the number of the San Diego Bar 619-231-85858 who she thout might refer me to a firm with “less of a workload…” I can’t remember much more that Ms. Cleary had to say but suffice to say she clearly had heard of Judge Ashworth but genuinely appeared “unclipped” by the name George G. Hurst and as u may have read I very much want to give James C. Ashworth, Judge Ashworth’s son, an opportunity to show off his best.

 

Perhaps the first email after this will be to Jodie Ruiz giving her an opportunity to do the best she can that will allow James Ashworth not only to recover but to lead an incredibly productive life, the genius that he is, best illustrated by him holding his ego in-check as George G. Hurst and his client imploded.

 

Mr. Hurst had made quite a song and dance when he and I first squared off before Judge Hendrix when I asked if he was possibly related to the Hearst publishing family taking a few moments of the courts time to have a field day in poking fun at me.

 

Of course by the time Judge Hendrix on October 24th of last year issued his decree that had “Hearst” [sic] reeling altho continuing to display his pitiful smile, I could have sworn this Hurst “bliter” had more than peed in his pants.

 

Maggie, our chocolate lab, appears to have got over her problem controlling her bowls. As you know I have had a couple of incidents of Maggie previously biting two individuals who had done rather stupid things; one a 6ft + “monster” woman who u must recall decided to prance up to Maggie without first allowing this rather gentle dog to get a sniff of her and then proceeded to give Maggie tongue and the other was a U.S. Marine not quite happy with a particular rugby play of mine. Clearly Maggie didn’t quite go for either the lady’s breath and bit her on the top lip to mention little of the U.S. Marine’s poor tongue.

 

As you can appreciate perhaps more so than other attorneys who have less “skin in the game” most of the laws on the books as it pertains to lying stealing and cheating are essentially nothing short of “toothless” and those seeking full justice often times are faced with making a silk’s purse out of pig’s ear.

 

Gip-sy Coffee and Tea was just one of the company’s within the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies which Ms. Barbara Wapnick possibly hadn’t known about altho her father who was in the garment trade did business with this rather diversified company. Ms. Wapnick you may recall was the attorney we met previously at Rainwaters whose friends clearly took a liking to u altho it may simply have been the good name u have developed amongst your peers.

 

When people in the clothing game from South Africa hear today my name they think of my connection to South African Clothing Industries [SACI] which as I mentioned earlier my step-father co-founded but I still remember the days visiting with my father and his father Israel Gevisser, a founder of the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies, who would quietly summon me towards him placing a “ticky” in my hand just sufficient to buy a piece of candy out of the vending machine just next to the office he shared with my dad for some 25 years.

 

Every so often I would sit in my father’s chair as he moseyed around the company impressing the staff with his incredibly humble style showing his worth by doing the things the rest of the other fukukta executives chose not to do allowing their waste lines to expand with each tick of the clock as they barked orders while serving up a storm, not watching the most critical items like inventory rotting on shelves perhaps so enamored with Sol Moshal, the doyen of the Jewish community, who would eventually commit a heinous crime in selling many more than the Gevissers down the drain while God only knows what he is sucking on today no doubt God having returned him to earth as possibly ring leader of a host of anteaters deposited in probably the Kalahari desert; of course he would be less than an anteater but I am now running out of time tTOo think clearly now, the rain appears to have stopped.

 

Watching my grandfather slowly but methodically paging through invoice after invoice I would wonder what exactly he was doing having helped build up this conglomerate by first pushing a wheelbarrow and now forced to sit it out in a rather tiny office next to that tho of Sol Moshal. In all the times I visited Moshal Gevisser’s headquarters at 173 Madon Road never once do I recall actually seeing Sol Moshal ever come out of his office.

 

So when I heard from Dr. Leizer Molk who visited us recently that Sol Moshal when once visiting Lusaka, the capital of what was once referred to as Northern Rhodesia, commented to Leizer’s wife Daphne, my father’s sister, “You have more spunk than the rest of the Gevisser boys combined” I wondered how long it would take for that “stinky” remark to reach the office of my father and his father.

 

That last hyperlink shows a number of stamped envelopes including one from Leizer Molk to my father but instead of using the company’s headquarter address Dr. Molk whose home address was 1732 Magnolia Rd, Denver, Colorado, decided to send this particular letter to a P.O. Box, interesting, agree?

 

Daphne Gevisser Molk loved her brother like no other brother-sister I have known but unfortunately, fortunately I never got the opportunity to ask Daphne before she passed away how she had gone about communicating the “bad tidings” to her brother who she knew was someone who stuck to his knitting who never played the political games and was comfortable sitting in second and sometimes third position to some of the greatest fighter-bomber-pilots to have fought during WWII who were confident in having Bernard Nathan Gevisser as their wingman, time and again.

 

Beginning today I intend to pull out all stops, while promising to stop at not only all red lights but stop signs to boot. I am, however, not going to put up with any crap coming out of the likes of “any-on [siC] let alone attorneys who are not prepared to stand tall on issues that should have been imprinted into their heads prior to leaving law school.

 

You had said that I should be “charitable” when dealing with certain individuals, specifically attorneys who were basically “good & honest” but coming from a hell hole like South Africa where the ruling elite drank whiskey and wine, cracked jokes night and day at the expense of the impoverished masses who toiled the land with attorneys galore, I know only to well what it takes to make a “Direct Hit” and return to base unscathed other than one’s underbelly being a little scraped here and there, that weak-kneed attorneys who do the bidding of the rapacious are just as troublesum as the likes “as” [sic] “Bill Leroach” [sic].

 

And of course it never pays tu constantly watch one’s back 4 such actions spell nothing butt disaster since it takes nothing short of courage, a good set of eyes and a determination that one is on the right track surrounded by others battle-tested, willing to risk it all in the name of what is just and fair.

 

It may not be reasonable to expect everyone on this planet to risk “life & limb” but I do expect folks especially those who have stolen the most using such techniques as “under & over invoicing” to support a just cause such as the one I have embarked on that calls for people in positions of power, who seek the public trust to be totally transparent with regard to their financial affairs, never caring a hoot what someone does or doesn’t do in performing their bedroom “chores” even if it means them having to resort to whores to satisfy their basic needs.

 

What I do care about is that the truth gets out, that those lambasted by over-controlling spouses are given a forum to voice their grievances rather than having to wait for the justice system to come around their way whether it be in front of a judge, jury and God forbid an arbitrator who could just as easily be bought off.

 

It is time for those who have so little a voice tu be able tu at least find a more effective way to “get” [sic] make out of control ego maniacs accountable, one who splashes water all over the place, keeps the toothpaste in his section of the bathroom never bothering to replace the lid and worst of all allows the water to simply run all over the place, rotting the cabinets simply commenting,

 

“It doesn’t bother me and if it bothers you so much then just clean up after me but don’t expect me to pay for a maid. That is your job and so is it your job to make sure you don’t make the coffee too strong in the morning and don’t give me that bull about me just adding sum hot water since you have nothing else to do with your time other than having to negate from now until when you die the poor conditioning I have bestowed on our too children.

 

So in a nutshell go eat kuk, then if you still don’t get the picture, take too aspirin and if you happen tu wake up in the morning with cancer, let alone throat cancer, just call me at Sharp Memorial Hospital and ask for the pathology department…so Marie, how did you afford that Nissan Pathfinder?” [sic].

 

Jeffrey, u just had to be in court on that incredible day in late October of last year as Marie without once raising her voice let alone the incredible arm movements she is capable of when on a dance floor, hit JBS and his outrageous attorney with “lefts & writes” while maintaining that most incredible smile, the best tho was her answer to Judge Hendrix when he asked her, “How could u afford a second home?”

 

Time to fly.

 

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