From: Gary S. Gevisser
[gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Thursday, May 22, 2003 6:11 PM
To:
Cc: kelly@tmib.com;
Subject: ??
Dear Ken,
So
where to begin taking you on a light journey is what plagues me at this moment
in time? Nothing like going back in time, wouldn’t you agree?
The Old Testament starts out, “In the
Beginning…---…” = “Beret-shit”
and for the Hebrew you can click on either the morse code designation for SOS or the word “shit” which now calls for you to
point your mouse on to the attachment, “Where the sun don’t shine” although the
official sewer
title is, “Colo-rectal-surgean” [sic].
There are few scholars out there who will disagree with me
in terms of my pronunciation of these rather epic
words followed by the word “G-d” which means, it seems, something different to
each one of us on this planet; certainly us Jewish people
have difficulty defining this often used word that has even the smartest like
Abner Weiss running around in circles, although to his credit, Rabbi Weiss while Rabbi of
the Orthodox Jewish Temple in Durban South Africa mostly had to worry about the
Jewish “Capos”
wanting to burn his ass.
Last night on PBS my bride and I watched this program about this Jewish sage Hillel whose most prophetic commentary was, “Think before doing to your neighbor’s spouse that which would keep your spouse satisfied, and the rest is commentary” [sic] although what I have admired most about this man who apparently inspired Jesus was his more “prophylactic” [siC
] comments, “If not now, when? If I am only for myself, who am I? If I am not for myself who is for me?”.My wife, though not raised Jewish, will run circles around
any Jewish woman over age 23 I know both literally and figuratively and when
you consider my Bottoms Up Schooling [BUS]
you would appreciate I also know a thing or two about how to charm the pants
off even the most pathological although I prefer to just be around sweet
smelling, intelligent women although I also happen to like the company of the
likes of
My wife is also assured that I won’t stray for the simple
reason that as she gets more beautiful I get uglier by the minute, again
everything is relatively speaking, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Oh so handsome? I am
copying
I am though fully "cognacscent" [sic] of the
fact that the Standard family including Kenneth
Standard who is currently “filling in” as President of the New York Bar
Association have all so far failed to get Poli to lift his shorts, his short
verses that is, to a higher level. , i.e. to reason with Poli to stop appearing
on fukukta TV network talk shows where anyone can win the game before the
referees show up, much like playing cricket without umpires; just ask Elliot
Spitzer who was the first one willing to [go] after the Wall Street chatter boxes using
State laws not always available in hot
spots like California for “laddering”, i.e. misconduct in IPO
allocations supported by secret agreements not to let go of stock of companies
in Initial Public Offerings for certain periods of time, creating artificial
demand that causes the stock to go up in conjunction with “boosters shots”
by IPO
I have been formulating an email in my head to send to Mr.
By the way, I have yet to respond to Laurie
Black’s
most recent E-mail
sent to me back on April 14th but in due course I will, G-d willing,
have sufficient time left to give her a “peace of my mind” [sic] + post up the
4-part E-mail
I promised Professor Bernie Black of Stanford Law School back on April 8th.
It is not my custom to give just anyone a haircut
unless of course they deserve it and you most certainly do. G-d only knows that
I don’t need any more material to make M
Not only did you ignore my “so” simple requests “butt”
[sic] somehow the message that was given to the Oregon Mutual Insurance company
was that I had “found other insurance” coverage.
Although the “64” hyperlink doesn’t contain any expl
Earlier today, at precisely 1:15pm I could have sworn I saw Alan Viterbi
walk in to Starbucks in downtown Del Mar with another gentleman although the
person possibly impersonating Alan looked like he had just come out of a train
wreck or to be more accurate, like he had spent a year or so recuperating by eating
not just a quart of Gelato Vero Italian Ice-cream after his 3 meals a day of “pork bellies”
exercising nothing but his mouth. There is no way for me to know for certain it
was Alan unless he was to drop his pants and have all his previous lovers check
him out from tip to toe.
As I mentioned in the first hyperlink in the previous
paragraph I recall Alan being quite the athlete. One can be certain of few
things in this topsy-turby-curvy world these days, not even your independent
insurance agent who is supposed to protect your best interests to mention
little of an agent that poisons the well, so much for skyrocketing
premiums, such as Errors & Omissions, wouldn’t you agree?
I am sure that if it was in fact
Mr. Krinsk as should know by now having spent the past 12 odd
hours hyperlinking through all my emails going back to October 18th
2000 is the other executor of my estate and no matter how badly this
depression gets it is unlikely this one of a kind alligator would want to see
me dead just so as to suck the marrow out of bones that I have earmarked for my
dog, Pypeetoe.
One of the expressions I raised with besides for questioning
authority was, “From shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves in 3 generations” which
I think would be a good starting point to begin my response to
So Ken, the question is who is telling the truth to mention
how little effort it actually took to convince the powers that be that I was a risk
worth taking?
Earlier this afternoon I was sitting over at the Board &
Grill, my favorite sandwich shop about 200 meters south as the crow flies from
where I am still sitting at Starbucks and the time is now going on 5:30PM PST
and I still have to head over to my wife’s 10-year-olds school band recital,
still planning to run later from 15th street all the way over that
“rotunda” that sits on the south end of “Blacks beach” right
near where that photo in the last hyperlink was taken, so I will be speeding
things up a little.
Before I forget, included in my estate will be that photo
and I am sure both Mr. Krinsk and Mr. Standard will do a good job of convincing
my sister’s good friend who lives up in Santa
The radio was playing and I couldn’t help thinking of you as
I heard the words,
“Your are the Dancing Queen…feel the
beat, you
can dance…having the time of your life… see that girl, watch that…dancing queen…”
I have heard of tap dancing but never have I come across
such outright recklessness by folks fighting for their lives in one of the
“hardest” insurance markets I have known but then again I am not as old as you
nor do I think your spouse-significant other is as demanding as mine but I
could be wrong, in fact for all I know you could be married to 12 wives
possibly hiding Saddam Hussein and his entire concubine?
Moreover, I haven’t allowed the rot of wanting to die the
richest person in the grave
enter my brain, to mention for the umpteenth never having allowed my formal
education to interfere with my learning.
This latest distraction has delayed me contacting Di
Although I have not received anything in writing I have the
word of Kim Backwood, my new independent insurance agent, that Oregon Mutual
Insurance company have now granted me “binding” coverage, i.e.
you can go to hell.
Before, however, you choose to stick your head further up
your ass while somehow having got the message across to the folks at Oregon
Mutual that I had found “alternative” insurance you must surely allow me the
opportunity of shoving it to you further where the sun don’t shine and then
some.
For every negative there is an equal and opposite positive
mostly though in the form of good, hard working women who today not only help
run Independent Insurance Agencies but with the Digital Age that has
testosterone clad men standing still more and more, now rising up the corporate
ladder to buck the system thinking
on their feet. When you
are so enamored with your own self-importance you
fail to reflect, going back and forth, looking constantly in a mirror up close to see
how far up your shit has seeped into your “SCAL” [sic], living each day as though
it were you last, wouldn’t you agree?”
The chaos in the insurance markets are attributable to man’s
testosterone having got out of control and just because some men come across as
“mild mannered” those of us who have played ball, been around in the thick of
it, both on and off the rugby field, “skin in the game” you know what I mean,
are well aware that some of the quietest folk who watch their Ps and Qs when it
“suits” them, relying on professional designations to wreck havoc on the
masses, when given, however, just half the chance show their vulgarity in the
confines of male oriented environments, like when standing in front of the
urinal or when taking a crap, or farting their butts in the process rocking the
brains of their offspring on “fishing expeditions”
laughing their heads off at the scribblings by those who tell it the way it is,
to mention little of who pays ultimately for all this bad behavior, peanut brains to
boot, in favor of great artists,
would you also agree.[1]
You will have ample opportunity to respond to what I believe
is nothing short of an attempt to undermine both my credibility as well as my
net worth were I not to have been able to convince Kat
Risk Assessment is my business and please don’t hesitate to
forward this email on to George Nordhaus
of Insurance Marketing Services although I understand that soon after I left
the company he changed the name and has since suffered miserably, of course relatively speaking that
is, wouldn’t you agree? And of course George has my permission to publish this
entire email along with all the hyperlinks in the next Weekly Marketeer.
The time is soon approaching when no one will be able to get
away with “ducking & diving” saying one thing and then something very
different the next moment or in the case of someone like Senator Byrd thinking
that all us whities are brain dead.
Today’s featured story, “False
premises” which spells out comments by “Senator Bird” [sic]
much akin to the commentaries by the “Talkaholic” Poli Pollak on the bopping
head TV talk shows like CNBC and the Fox Network although I have no evidence
that Poli has been around the same number of lynchings as Senator Byrd but
clearly he can “talkalot” much like Senator Thurmond thinking perhaps that he
is some sort of “Tokolosh”
with his nostrils pointed high blocking his eyes from seeing which way the
winds blow before going with the flow eventually though walking around like any
fukukta “bitch”
[sic] with his tail between his legs.
Now I probably have a nose 3 to 4 wavelengths longer than
Polie Pollak but given all the shit liberals like him throw up on the wall one
cannot trust one’s nose much like eyewitness accounts prove unreliable, best to
simply use the mind, something I remain convinced unless proved otherwise
remains lost to the likes of Poli although when I get over to Jonathan’s
elementary school in a short while I will check the “Lost & found.”
Poli along with a representative sampling of the world’s
population copied on this email has yet to call me despite telling his best
friend
Ken, once again you are hearing something for the first
time, i.e. why the media in general are liberal, cozying up to pharmaceutical
companies wanting to shove down the throats of the middle and working class
folks pills to soak away their desperate lives having been fed nothing short of
dependency on big brother, bad news sell lots of Tylenol, Johnson & Johnson
to boot, some of their salespeople though I hope will join us with GrubbyGrub
and GirlieGarb.com.
Time for the likes of Ms. Blackwood and Ms. Forbes and of
course my incredible A-Team from
IMS as well as my most special wife to take the bull by the horns and get this
entire world back in to ship-shape-fighting-pace with the likes of MGB
and to “Take the world
and make it yours
again.”
Sincerely,
Gary S. Gevisser
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[1]
The beginning of one stinky fish story begins when you click on to the “fish”
hyperlink, followed by “ground zero” followed by the next “fish” hyperlink.
