From: Gary S.
Gevisser
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Subject: Thanks butt no thanks!
Julie, of course it could just be a
coincidence that your seller after how many months has now accepted a purchase
offer?
And u should know by now I don’t believe
in coincidences just like I don’t believe in luck, but simply in playing out to
the best of my ability the cards that I am dealt, which I happen to feel are no
better nor are they any worse than those dealt by the “hand of G-D” to any
other living thing on this planet.
I can’t talk much about how things operate
in other non-vacuum environments where there is no sound, so far none to my
knowledge ever being found, but I do pay very careful attention to what is
going on around me, at least most of the time, and for sum reason I always seem
to wind up in the “pound seats.”
And since your mother is English, born in
the same place as my mother, Blackpool, just a year apart, I would expect you
to have heard of that expression which is another way of saying how very
fortunate I feel to be alive at this moment in history although there is
evidence that I may have, like each one of us, lived one, if not more lives
before, a belief a whole lot of people subscribe tu.
I though mostly subscribe to good science
which has at its roots the most eloquent of languages known to man, i.e.
mathematics, my ability to line things up, connect up to the dots perhaps a
little better than the average “Joe Blow” who grew
up in a fukukta place like Durban, South Africa where I contend if you were a
black person you wouldn’t care all that much what you did immediately after
completing your business #1 or business #2 to mention little of my contention
that the servants who worked for the Arnold Zulman family, son of Hymie Zulman,
no relation I know of to “Reverand Jesse Jackson”
[sic] or Arnold Schwarzenegger for that matter, may not have washed their hands
when feeding guests of the Zulmans including the Zulu Chief Katsha Buthelezi,
certainly not, in my opinion, washing their hands all that carefully as they
would before feeding their own kids, agree?
Today is Rosh Hash
You will notice in the post I placed last
evening on the eRaider.com The
Buck Stops Here message board my mentioning a number of things including
how back on December 1st 2000 in commemoration of the 27th
Anniversary of Mr. Ben Gurion’s death I began sending out a series of E-mails
that for those paying attention to the 4 companies mentioned, all in distinctly
different industries, 2 at their lows, and 2 at their highs, even someone
pretty much “down &
out” with just a few bucks to spare could have made for themselves and their
loved ones nothing short of a small fortune to mention
little of the $4 billion, conservatively, I could have made if I had leveraged
perhaps no more than 50% of my net worth on January 3rd 2002 when I
knew “4 certain”
where the shares of Vivendi [V] and Vivendi Environmental [VE] were heading.
And although there are no certainties in
Quantum Mechanics, just like there is no such thing in mathematics as a perfect
circle nor have we come across a perfect sphere in both the cosmos nor at the
subatomic level although I could see sumone making a pretty good argument that
an anus is perfectly round, my track record of being able to connect the dots,
to mention little of my prescient timing, would be all the proof most, if not
all, reasonable people would need to know that I wasn’t just pissing in the
wind, knowing exactly what was behind as well as what lay ahead, my flanks
perfectly positioned, my teeth although a little worn down, not yet embarrassed
to smile, which of course all of us should do at least once in a while as long
as it is natural, agree?
One of the things I failed to raise with
Professor Aaron “BrownNose” Brown was whether if I had in fact chosen to short
V or VE’s stock which following January 3rd 2002 went on a
280 day precipitous fall, I could have been guilty of “insider
trading, and according to brendy45,
“sent to prison and get boned up the ass by Bubba”?
Professor Brown though at this time
doesn’t know whether he is coming or going although to the untrained eye he may
look like he is simply “ignoring” the “rantings of madmen”, plural,
never to forget to ask yourself why folks who have spent some pretty good
dough on a rather elaborate website, with so little to show, 4, continue to
keep this website up and running, is it possible that Professor Aaron
“BrownNose” Brown has no shame or would the cost at this time of “laying down
their arms” be more than he or his backers care to address, at this time?
There should always be a time for fun and
dance, but given the chaos in the market places all around the world it would
seem sum of us, at least those of us who are not so shell-shocked
should continue to offer assistance to The Meek who could very
well have teeth but little or
nothing to chew on it, agree?
Had Professor Brown or any one of his
rather sophisticated advisors chosen to join in the conference call between
Poli Pollak,
Not only did I complete the 5300 word
posting in matter of approximately 38 minutes give or take a minute or too that
began at 1:40 PM PST, but I also had to deal with the fact that I was having
trouble getting through to Poli because a “temporary hold” had been placed on
my cell phone due to “non-payment” of a $400 odd telephone bill.
Eventually, Poli Pollak m
You have to though, just love Poli for at
least having the courage to go “one on one” with me at this time, bearing in
mind that Poli although a fairly recent addition to my email list isn’t exactly
the richest guy in the world but I would expect him to be worth at least $10
million since he is not only a seasoned Wall Streeter but has sufficient
credentials to be called by the TV Networks to assist the other “talking heads” on
“risk assessment” matters that at some point or another reach to all 4 corners
of the planet.
About halfway through the conversation
Poli asked if our conversations could be “off the record” and of course I told
him that wouldn’t be possible for the simple reason that I couldn’t be certain
that he like Mr. King “Pothead” Golden Esq. and others on the far left as well
as those on the far right couldn’t be “co-opted”
to do the bidding of the bigwigs who actually call the shots, people like
Poli’s comeback to my contention that sum
18 inches away “from the silver buckle” [sic]
of my denim pants was the original, irrefutable documentation of political
corruption at the “highest levels blah blah” was, “Do you think Arnold
Schwarzenegger will be elected the next Governor of California, what motivates
people is name recognition, wouldn’t you agree Gary” [sic]?
I gave Poli about 3 seconds at the most,
just once I knew he had enough oxygen in his lungs to produce enough energy to
let out a controlled fart that would do everything short of bringing down the
building he was located in before reading him the riot act addressing in no
small measure what I meant in my E-mail to
Merrick Wolman about being MOBBED as in
Moved
Off
Balance
By
Educated
Diks
And it probably took Poli no more than 3
seconds to begin listening attentively.
And like anyone who has been “fiddled”
there is the inclination to revert back to the stuff that has worked for them
so well in the past as in denial, denial, denial to the point of Poli although
visiting with the Clintons on at least one occasion recently was no longer
quite certain that he had in fact shaken Bill “Wallpaper” Clinton’s hand
suggesting that if he were to run into Bill Clinton in “Harlem it is possible
my hero wouldn’t even lick my butt let alone recognize me” [sic].
I will stop using the word “fiddle” which
has to many a sexual connotation attached to it, replacing it instead with MOBBED.
It was at the moment when
I began to smell the most rotten odor in The Cave thinking about the force that
had exited Poli’s anus that I decided to lift my foot off the pedal and go easy
on this so very weak kneed-co-opted-liberal elitist looking for the quickest
escape route out of hell, no doubt wishing that the architects had installed a
fireman’s pole
outside every corner office.
My generosity exuding
since I also knew that Poli had a business dinner still to enjoy and I assume
his latest girlfriend, an attorney who specializes in “Brown fields” was going
to expect him later, tu perform, according to the email he broadcast to the
world on Tuesday, April 15, 2003 4:52 PM EST,
“For you fans of cable television,
I'm going to be taking on Hannity & Colmes tonight on the FoxNews
Channel. The show starts at
.
And surprise, surprise I haven’t heard a
response yet from The Michael Moore who I emailed back on
I probably know a little bit more about
“Brown Fields” than, again, the average Joe Blow but certainly not as much as
my one colleague who is quite the pro in the insurance industry.
It would have been very easy for me to
provide Poli with a real good lift by sharing with him certain information that
at a minimum would make him look a whole lot more attractive to his latest fan
who I assume is not only incredibly good looking but has the perfect model
figure, and of course she wouldn’t necessarily have to be earning a million +
bucks a year but if she was a halfway decent attorney in this particular field
of play I would think she could be earning 5X that amount if she had half the
information that was positioned at the time about 18 inches to the right of my right
thigh,
but I just couldn’t bring myself to elevate Poli that high, I knew that
I had hoped while keeping Poli on the edge
of his seat very mindful that he was still at work and in all likelihood in an
office not on the ground floor, to get Mr.
Julie, all these matters should be of
importance both to you as well as your seller, 20 days in my book is quite
aways away, agree?
And besides u could find yourself fairly
shortly trying to sell insurance, Mr. Warren “BO” Buffet, although a crook, in
my opinion, but not necessarily altogether stupid in buying Prudential
Insurance, agree?
There are many ways one can choose to become distracted
these days given all the cuc one reads in the newspapers and hears on TV from
the likes of Poli Pollak who also professed to be aware of folks “raising
hundreds of millions” in getting elected which to the best of my knowledge is
not yet a crime, Poli obviously forgetting that he works on Wall Street
thinking that because as he put it “I just live in New York and have a gift of
the gab” I might when it was all over offer him a sweeping job cleaning the
bathroom floors of GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.coms world headquarters perhaps
taking over the corporate offices of Arden Realty, a not altogether
insignificant New York Stock Exchange listed REIT whose chairman, Dick Ziman,
is also chairman of the board of the Wetherly Capital Group, flanked by his two
aids Victor Coleman and Andrew “boomerang”
Sobel.
I knew though that I had to put on the brakes when Poli
finally blurted out, “I don’t know half the people you are referring to, David
Levy, Merrick Wolman,
“Breath in to the count of 5,
through the nose, and breath out to the count of 5, again all through the nose”
before repeating what he has supposedly read time and again
in my emails that instead of providing folks who have been MOBBED
an escape hatch I was taking them on an educational journey allowing enough
light to come in to “kick start” their motor
much like perhaps some physicians think it smart to smack a baby’s bottom soon
after coming out of its mother’s womb, possible something in nature that
suggests this to be a rather brilliant idea, I simply don’t know; fortunately
it is unlikely I will be called upon to assist in child delivery.
It didn’t take Poli all that long to come to terms with the
fact that I had never mentioned in the phone call any of the names mentioned in
the previous paragraph and that former president Clinton was a name he would
always recognize for the remainder of his life as much as he would have
preferred at that moment in time to be taking a slingshot to Neptune, not even
wasting his time dropping off at either Venus or Mars unsure as to whether I
had got the word out to the folks hanging out in those spots to be on the look
out for this great looking guy.
Devin tells me Poli could be my brother before letting me
know that Poli is about 18 inches taller than me and a whole lot better
looking.
As I said, Mr. Krinsk was preoccupied on other very very important
matters that he didn’t think anyone else in his law firm could attend to even
his former US Attorney partner Howard Finkelstein who I have yet to see conduct
business in all the times I have visited their rather modest offices,
remembering as Bill
Lerach I believe once said, “Plaintiff SCALs [Shareholder Class Action
Litigators] don’t have clients” and therefore not much of a need to impress
anyone especially if the two named partners have “nailed” two of the three
hottest looking women in the world which is probably why the ugliest of
attorneys become Plaintiff SCALS,
By the way, it looks like we have finally found an
exceptional realtor, my wife deciding to go all out, putting down a deposit on
a property without getting any assurance other than the realtor’s word that she
would do the best she could to convince the owner of the property to have Marie
et al as renters, “as long as The Pisser never steps foot in the house” [sic].
Now I haven’t even read the proposed contract, at this point
nothing would surprise me and although my wife has been feeling a little
anxious lately if she was really that desperate she could offload just a
handful of her assets and buy up half of Del Mar, east of the highway 5, at
least that is my opinion, baring in mind she has non-voting rights to only 1%
of my intellectual property at this time.
As I have mentioned before I owe both Howard Finkelstein as
well as
“How in Heaven’s name can
As you must know under the Constitution of the United States
of American, you can say anything that comes to mind, threaten anyone and
everyone as long as it is truthful or you make it perfectly clear that what you
are saying is “your opinion.”
Which is not to say your Constitutional Rights would be
protected if you were to tell someone, “I plan to womp you with lefts and
writes” [sic] and then pull out an uzi submachine gun or just simply use the
knuckles on your fist to create “bodily harm.”
In other words, even if it is truthful, u cannot threaten
another person with assault, which is perhaps something I didn’t make perfectly
clear to Poli which is why I now include him et al on this email.
Since it is Rosh Hash
I did eventually get to speak with Mr. Krinsk before he
headed out of his offices last night, possibly to a church, reciting though the
New Year blessings in Hebrew, both of us checking on the other whether we had
got the “Sh
Of concern to
“If you buy this piece of equipment
it will be able to add 3 and half inches to your penis and we guarantee that
after just a couple of pulls you wud be
able to use your waste
belt in order to take measurements, so far only The Pisser has expressed
reservation about how much he could benefit from our incredible device his
waist apparently just a wee bit over 30 inches” [sic].
I should also add that the judge in Mr. Krinsk’s “binding
arbitration” ruled that not only was Mr. Krinsk’s “opponent” not entitled to
any award, Mr. Krinsk not liable for any damages, thus holding his insurance
carrier in check, but had Mr. Krinsk bothered to submit bills for the damage
done to his vehicle in this minor accident he would have been entitled to be
reimbursed for his “out
of pocket” costs.
Again, Julie, this should help you and your clients get a
better understanding of what is going on this topsy turvy world of insurance
that has perhaps the best SCAL litigator in the country taking hours out of his
day to address, his deficit needs at an all time high i.e. the risk of someone
seeing Mr. Krinsk as a “deep pockets” target whether it be while he is driving
his automobile or having someone like myself who is accident prone slipping and
falling into one of his G-D only knows how many koi ponds, could give him more
than a bad
hair day, and yes it bothers the hell out of me that Mr. Krinsk has so much
hair, on his head.
But now you should also understand much better why Mr.
Krinsk never lets his wife, whose code name is Campbell Soup, out of the house
letting her know even when playing pong with me that he is still making love to
her; Campbell Soup, by the way, once worked for a major defense contractor and
it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if you see one of these days the law firm
of Finkelstein & Krinsk + Gevisser and Associates altogether, in bed,
filing a class action lawsuit or too against “South African Clothing Industries
- SAIC” [sic],
again that is just my opinion.
So what do you think should be my next
move in order that I reach 100% of the literate world, the population now very
close to 6.3 billion, in a matter of 7 days or less, providing them with a
“script” that even nincompoops like you and me would be able to understand that
spells out not only how and to what extent the financial markets are rigged but
suggests a number of solutions that could stop the markets from imploding, in a
“free for all” unprecedented in annals of human history and please don’t come
back with,
“Gary, the seller of
Palmitas having reread your emails having spent the past
several hours going “back &
forth” would love to have you as her tenant, willing to reduce her asking price
by some 75% as long as you commit to providing her with 100 signed copied of
your book M
In other words, I am now bored with this
game of pong.
Perhaps, one of the things you might want
to think a little more about is why folks like the Hearsts, who I have my
issues with, would have me as their “front
man”
when looking to acquire “intellectual property” businesses albeit me acting
very much as a principal, being reimbursed simply my expenses and then sum.
Got to head back to the house to drop off
the produce and flowers I purchased a little earlier from the market where the
vendors not only feed me thinking that my “Stained T-Shirt” has me
living in the “poor house” but more importantly they feed my dog, Pypeetoe.
Tomorrow party time for the
We are moving.
Come meet your new neighbors☺
4 us it is aure voir, blah
blah☻[I couldn’t find an unhappy looking face!]
Let me know if you would like me to stay in touch with you, and of
course don’t hesitate to forward this or any of my emails on to Warren “BO” Buffet.
C U
-----Original Message-----
From:
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: ?
Yesterday, the Seller of Palmitas did accept a purchase offer and we opened
escrow - we have approximately 20 days to season the escrow and be certain of
the close - I will keep you posted as to the outcome so that you might proceed
with your intent to rent and buy.
I have forwarded your emails to the seller - but I have to say the content is
confusing and she responded the same way.
My Seller is such that she deals with the issue at hand and the lease purchase
aspect in her opinion is out there until Nov 1
Julie
