From: Gary S. Gevisser
[gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: '
Cc: rest
Subject: FW:
Attention: Ken Miller, Principal, “Tagner Miller” [sic] Insurance Agency.
Subject: The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth.
Ken hi – Hey its been a
few years since you and I last saw one another and I just checked out your
website and saw a “greying”
[sic] Ken Miller who seems to be aging rather well compared to most folks in an
industry who are dying on the vine.
Ron
Bellows of AIG who is once again copied on this email is undoubtedly one of
the very few exceptions.
Fortunately or unfortunately depending on one’s point of view he has not yet
heard from you folks which is somewhat surprising since AIG remains one of the
few large players out there not dealing directly with policy holders such as
myself, wouldn’t you agree?
I am in the process of planning a trip to New
York to meet with publishers who are interested in being the print publishers
of my book MMI [M
There are a number of matters I am
involved with which I think would deserve their attention at least, in my
opinion, as important as when back on or around December 11th 1996
Mr. Greenberg who remains the CEO and Chairman first took my call that resulted
in a matter of weeks Mr. Bellows starting off the New Year by taking a cross
country flight to visit with me in Las Vegas, Nevada a spot where Mr.
I keep referring to Mr. Finkelstein as a
former United States Attorney since I have [yet] to see him actually
practice SCAL [Shareholder Class Action Litigation] law although Mr. Krinsk
assures me that his partner is one of the very best particularly when it comes
to taking depositions. This accolade coming from someone who I happen to think
is “above average” is
something not to be dismissed lightly just like my father who at age 19 became
a fighter-bomber-pilot “playing”
wingman to one of the very best the Jewish people
have ever produced.
I have never been one to fool around although
always m
At the time Mr. Bellows worked for a Mr. Frye
who headed up AIG’s Mergers & Acquisition division +++. You may come across
more about why Sunmed, the company I headed up some 7 years after leaving IMS
[Insurance Marketing Services], got worldwide attention.
Now of course my hope is that it wont take
me as long to get on to the New York Times “best seller list” as the Bible. I
will retain the rights though to market the book electronically given the fact
that my one website www.NextraTerrestrial.com
remains on track to be the number one website on the planet, mom. I have a
number of stories that I think are appealing to folks of all ages across all
socio-economic strata including psychopaths.
Yesterday at 11:05AM PST my wife’s
13-year-old daughter called me on my cell phone wanting to know the name of [the] song, Symbolist White Walls, by Matthew good band. This was the first
time I have received a call from Danielle on my cell phone since her father, an
out of control pathologist,
filed a false and misleading complaint against me back on September 11th
2002 insinuating some rather ugly misconduct on my part beginning by getting
describing me as 40 years of age, 180 pounds and 5’11” tall. At the time I was 5’8” in height when my
hair was standing straight up to mention little of me always walking a little
“hunched”, my weight 140 pounds
depending on whether I had evacuated my “vowels” [sic] on that
particular day.
I am someone rather particular about examining up close those who
point fingers, nothing wrong I assume you would agree with splitting a hair or
“tTOo” [sic] if you know
what you are doing and in my business of “risk
assessment” which includes being well equipped to conduct “due diligence”?
Some 43 days later in a Superior courtroom in downtown San
Diego, Dr. John Ben
Stewart received the first in a series
of blows that will eventually result in him melting down altogether and should
he choose suicide then he will simply have to answer to God who may deal with
him far worse than a jury of his peers and at this time both the San Diego
Police Department as well as the FBI are well
aware of JBS’ modus operandi.
If you click on the “hey” hyperlink and go
down to footnote 6 you will see that although I have been out of the insurance
industry per
se for some 15 years I have m
I happen to believe that we have to
confront evil whenever we see it and not think ourselves to be so God-like that
we are capable of distinguishing between different grades of evil much like the
different shades of gray when it comes to establishing the “values” in a painting
and I assume that since you are still in business you have done the SMArT
thing and invested in some good art which you must surely know is made up of 3
things, Shape, Values and Chroma. It is really only in recent times that I have
really learned a thing or “tTOo”
[sic] about art having listened carefully to my wife as well as her Professor,
The last hyperlink shows in the background
a Roman Coliseum built around 200BC in
In the foreground of the painting is Devin Standard
holding up his right hand wearing the gloves of his “fighter” Dan Severn which were worn
this past week as “Dna”
[sic] came back after being knocked off his feet by a 6’3”, 310 pound
“lightweight” some 25 years his junior smashing his opponents s “SCAL to
smithereens” at least that is what I thought I heard Mr. Severn’s corner and
cut-man immediately after the fight as he gave me the blow by blow which I
don’t recall once asking 4.
The last boxing fight I went to was held
in Las Vegas where a friend of my wife and mine eventually won his fight after
also being knocked to his feet several times bringing everyone of his
supporters to a standing silence which was the call for me to get on my feet
and start screaming believing that my voice waves would create a pitch that
would ring the bell of
Fortunately or unfortunately, you cannot
tell from the picture I took of Devin in front of Sebastian’s masterpiece, the
sister piece not quite as “artistic” as the one that Sebastian sold to me, how
bloody this fight really was but make no mistake I saw with my own eyes enough
“blood & guts” on that one right glove that would be enough to convict an
individual, black or white, in any courtroom anywhere in the world of brain
damage other than perhaps a spot like the Peoples Republic of Santa Monica.
It is one thing for me to have bought a
fukukta building in a socialist demarcated arena but I would have thought that
with Independent Agents fighting for their life for God knows how many years
you of all people would have been up on things to have at least called to me or
my heirs know that my insurance policy was about to lapse, you folks being so
“conservative” blah
blah.
You guys and gals are so quick to send
fukukta birthday greetings while being taught like a bunch of babies to do
obvious things like “cross selling” perhaps by the time real estate agents get
into the thick of things and start once again selling insurance maybe the way
you will keep customers happy and prospect new business is start cross
dressing. Hell if the head of the FBI saw nothing wrong with wearing high heels
while giving it to that Kohn not-so-kind gentleman what in God’s name is there
to at least stop you from trying. As George Nordhaus would say there is no
shame in selling insurance.
Now do you understand why Warren Buffet
bought Prudential Real Estate. At least admit to yourself that you heard it
here first. I just got a call from my beautiful and very smart bride to let me
know that a gentleman came by her house wanting to know if her house was still
for sale. There is this tiny little fukukta sign on the corner of Barbados Way
and “Boca Rotten” [sic] nearby where we hang out from time to time when not on
the move which is to say we keep more than a handful of folks guessing exactly
what we are up to which is everything &
nothing.
To repeat of course I am primarily
responsible for taking care of myself and my prized possessions and no doubt
any court anywhere in the world would apportion most of the blame to rest
fairly and squarely on my shoulders but I would even if someone were to chop
off my legs below the knee find it within me assuming I don’t bleed to death to
whisper in to my attorneys’ ears
that they should argue rather forcefully about you folks having some level of
culpability and of course I remember Oh so well when I first joined IMS George
plowing headfirst in to setting up franchises throughout the United States and
C
“There is no other
professional group who can make a million dollars a year getting the likes of
Ken Miller to pay umpteen million dollars for the right to market our products
and services and still spend 3 days a week on the golf course” [sic].
Fortunately or unfortunately, I never
served time in the military
taking most if not all of my orders from mother nature who I assume received
their instructions from God, wouldn’t you agree? At least I assume you are in
agreement that 92% odd Americans believe in God.
Now one of the things I may have got a
little muddled up was with what George actually
said was the number of days per week the average independent insurance agent
actually spent time in his agency behind a desk. In the world of SCALs where
the best litigators like
My hope is that you will take the time out
of your busy schedule to address getting me “proper and adequate” insurance
coverage on Stanford street property referenced in the email below which was
sent out to you folks some 7 days ago; gain the problems of the world have nothing to do with
race color or religion, simply poor parental religious teachings and greedy people
who subscribe to BS such as the 3Rs, Referrals,
Renewals and Relatives.
I happen to subscribe to the notion of
Healthy Mind, Healthy Body which brings me back once again to the book I am
writing, M
Fortunately or unfortunately, I was
informed earlier today by a Farmers insurance agent that because I don’t have
insurance in place it is going to be all but impossible to get insurance,
wouldn’t you agree?
Tomorrow, I will likely be communicating
with Diana
Henriques a senior journalist from the New York Times who set me on a path
that has me now knocking once again at her door, i.e. what goes around comes
around, nothing though quite like a sling-shot, David Vs Goliath,
Proof Theorem 16, singing to my ears.
Sweet I can be as long as folks don’t lie
steal or cheat from me or those I happen to care about and of course when folks
give me the run around, i.e. ignore me
it simply means I inevitably come back with a vengeance; “Huron’s” [sic] proof
theorem 23 without
a doubt a winner in my book and of course the 23rd letter in the
English alphabet is W which is short for Winner and surely you remember George
Nordhaus’ “Winner Series” one of his many other ventures before the
distributorships that didn’t quite work out.
As Ghandi said, “Fist they will ignore
you, then they will moc you, then they will fight you and then you will win”
[sic]. In other words, Ken do yourself a favor and take the time out to call
me, spend the dime although I think it may cost these days as little as 3 cents
per minute with a 39 cent connection charge to call me at 1-858-SEL-NEXT and
show me that you still have your gray matter intact, dark
matter to boot, wouldn’t you agree?
Ps – Ken, I have numerous examples of Friendly Fire E-mails but this last hyperlink so happens to be our most recent
success.
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From: Gary S. Gevisser
[mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: 'kelly@tmib.com'
Cc:
Subject:
Attention: Kelly, customer service m
Dear Kelly,
In a nutshell, I detest those who derive great satisfaction
in exceeding the limits of their small authority, i.e. evil doesn’t come with a
pointed tail or pitched fork.
I just shot off an E-mail
to a private party interested in purchasing my wife’s house here in
Earlier this afternoon after first running with my dog into
Dr. John Pollard
on the beach I then listened to “sheer madness” coming out of the mouth of a
retired real estate broker who happens to own a rather nice house two houses up
from the Del Mar Cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean that I thought Marie
would find quite suitable.
After “Mike” lambasted President Bush for his foreign policy
I then unleashed a series of knuckleballs that changed his “Le-cage
O Fall” [sic] look to one looking like he needed one of
And of course the Carlyle Group with their Howlitzer
government contracts drying up found a way to
keep their board made up of the likes of Carlucci, and former President Bush happy;
point being if faced with two choices who would you prefer to benefit from the
“giraffe”
[sic] that has been going for donkeys years, a donkey or an elephant to boot or
simply put who would you prefer to be in business with, “a clever crook or an
honest fool?” and of course the answer is neither.
But if anyone were to be interested in my opinion I would
choose a conservative to make good with their ill-gotten gains than a liberal
like Clinton who talks with a forked tongue while making off with everything
but the kitchen sink. Now please don’t call “foul” by
assuming that I am suggesting that President Clinton was attempting to have sex
with his dog and then filed a wild life endangerment report that he tripped
over some fukukta chicken
while playing rugby
with
And of course you have hyperlinked on the “foul” to see that
the first person Bill Clinton did a deal with of any substance since leaving
the White House with the wallpaper still containing possibly his sperm was
Like anyone who speaks the English language even the most
pathological like Clinton at times does tell the truth, and of course I remain
convinced that the most truthful thing the ex-President ever said was that he
didn’t “inhale”,
me “tTOo” [sic].
I am now sitting on the side of road just a foot or two away
from Highway 101 feeling a little “under the gun”
preferring the honey approach opposed to having to threaten folks with exposing
them to the truth, pretty well known though for my prescient
timing
while empowering folks particularly the young to be the best that they can be,
i.e. that the problems of the wor.d
having nothing to with race, color or religion simply poor parental religious
teachings.
Since leaving Insurance Marketing Services in August 1989 I
have done a number of things including doing my level best to limit the number
of haircuts the
momworker63s,
orphans, widows and pensioners encounter when folks like
Assisting SCALs
[Shareholder Class Action Litigators] to respond to fast balls thrown at or
near head has helped me fine
tune my approach to bringing balance to this chaotic world, Chaos Theory
one of favorite subjects, without “crashing & burning”.
Suffice to say I am disappointed that you feel the need to
rub in my failing to pay my insurance premium-s in a timely fashion to mention
little of what efforts it would have taken for you to either pick up the phone
let alone take a stroll down the road, knock on the door of anyone of my tenants
located at 1431 Stanford Street and enquire whether or not I might have been
run over by a cement truck or that
my mail had been tampered with etc etc never to forget that you have been
earning some 15%+ commissions on my “property &
casualty” premiums for some 16+ years to mention little of not contributing to
the drag caused when an insured has claims that exceed the premiums paid, retro
premiums a problem that I suspect few insurance carriers have fully got their
arms around, wouldn’t you agree?
So before you give me any more bull, i.e. slip something
“fast &
loose” about your insurance agency’s “policy” let me remind you that as much as
I like to encourage people to do good, earn their keep without “lying stealing
and cheating” I am not always at first successful. In the end though, I know a
thing or two about not only how to make ends meet but my success rate in
getting folks to do the right thing is becoming somewhat legendary.
Nothing like to “shame” someone but then again perhaps not everyone cares as
much as I do about my rather good name.
Please have Mr. Miller call me at his earliest convenience,
either on my cell 1-858-SEL-NEXT as in www.sellnext.com or 1-858-945-635 as in www.willnext.com.
The last hyperlink is not yet up and operating although www.nextraterrestrial.com remains
on track to be the number one website on the planet although we believe that
GrubbyGrub-GrubbyGarb.com and GirlieGarb.com all geared toward empowering kids
to parent the parents who need the most help will be end up “neck & neck” for 2nd
and 3rd place although GrubbGarb.com seems to be taking hold with
fukukta old farts like myself.
George Nordhaus who was at times quite the clown, a brilliant
marketeer to boot, would oftentimes add to his former wife’s mantra “Let them
eat cake” the less eloquent “F…em if they can’t take a joke.” I never cared for
either of those expressions “butt”
[sic] perhaps Kay Nordhaus got the longer end of the stick, ropes to beat,
better yet to stick to ones knitting
and of course everything started to go downhill between George and myself when
I decided not to become a member of Lloyds, old members far less likely though
to recover from a total melt down in the financial markets
than a person like myself who will always remain young at heart, riches
carefully deposited for a “rainy day” and of course I am very much in love,
the Amos
Wrights of the world to cherish each and every day.
Amos may not have been known to you boss but like me he saw
no benefit in taking the spotlight away from folks hell bent on dying the
richest in the grave, comforted in the knowledge that God watches their actions
each and every moment of the day and night, everything linked in some form or
another to the shadows, negative space to embrace, nothing like the chance to
have a “second look” and improve on matters.
At a minimum please forward to
While reading through the last hyperlink you will come
across the name
Yesterday afternoon I had a rather illuminating conversation
with Mr. Kenneth
Standard who is the president of the New York Bar Association made up of
some 68,000 attorneys who remain few and far between when it comes to “tort
reform” even the conservatives amongst him. Our rather friendly discourse
lasted all of 1 hour 7 minutes and 35 seconds although a good 3 minutes were
taken up with discussing with his wife pleasantries like the differing “wether”
[sic] conditions in
Although my maternal grandfather was at one time a South
African horse-racing bookmaker, just a means to keeping his rather brilliant mind
for numbers active during his retirement right up until his dying day, I for
one never really took to betting despite my proficiency for calculating odds in
a matter of “tTOotTOos” [sic] knowing
how to not only make a buck but to split things in two, two heads better than
one, V for victory which is the 22nd letter in the English Alphabet
like 8 a rather important number much like 2228842=28, 2028 the year my wife
and I first decided to get married but instead woke up on April 19th
readjusted our schedule somewhat and on the next Tuesday, 4-22-2003 [4+2+2+2+3=13→1+3=4]
we got married, simply not able to wait for “tTOootTOo8”=2028 [2+2+8=12→1+2=3]
to come around one more time, as we go “backwards & forwards”
embracing the Digital Age.
Today the world is at more risk of imploding, in my opinion,
than at any other time in history and just like when there has been any other
major crisis in the past, the Jewish people the first of the scapegoats, the
cause of such bigotry and simple mindedness comes not from the younger
generation but from the older generation who forget the lessons of the past as
their waistlines expand and the rot has no where to go
other than to enter their brains, “brain-dead”
[sic] folk to boot, wouldn’t you agree?
The last “&” hyperlink requires you to have not only
patience but schooled in my “Bottoms Up Schooling” as in BUS. One
has to come to realize that not only are there no coincidences in life but that
we are all connected somewhat like the coaches on a train or passengers on an
airplane; that although those in the front don’t suffer from the “yawing” like
those in the back should their be a crash, either a “crash & burn” or a
“train smash” often those in the back in the so-called “tail” tend to come out
best.
The father of my bride, “Johnny Dion” was the only survivor of
a bomber that crashed. He was an Air Gunner in the tail section. My
father also had his brushes with death as a fighter-bomber-pilot having
survived as close a call as it gets in his 60th of 71 operations,
“… There were
numerous holes in wings and tailplane most probably from [my own] bombs.”
Kelly, nothing worse than getting boring in which case we
might as well start digging our own
graves which is what most people begin doing after age 22, wouldn’t you agree?
Suffice to say, please dig deep before responding letting me
know clearly and precisely what you think my next move should be.
Thank you,
Ps
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