From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Friday, June 09, 2006 1:13 AM PT
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject: Given the lack of response by my father to Marie's no-nonsense
communiqué...
Why
apart from following in your footsteps would my father “see
fit” to protect
my mother, quite obviously the wrong person bearing in mind a number of truths
the least of which is the revelation you made when visiting our stone home in the Cleveland National
Forest that my father’s nemesis, Sol
“Little King” Moshal, the CEO of
The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies
once told your wife, my father’s sister,
“You have more balls than all the Gevisser
boys combined”.
Such
a piece of information in the hands of my father when he was a much younger man
and very much on “top of his game” could have made
all the difference in the world in him deciding to do the right thing and the
smart thing which is also the right thing and not only confront the “Little
King” but to find out exactly who the “Little King” was
referring to given how it was “common knowledge” that while the buffoon David Gevisser had our great last name he was very much a baboon “Moshal” which left as part of
the group of the Gevissers who had “no balls” David Gevisser’s brother Leslie Gevisser, my father and his
clearly not very bright elder brother Julius
“Loo” Gevisser.
Bear
in mind that if your wife was really such a good sister she like you would have
done the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and
hightailed it over to The Moshal
Gevisser Group of Companies headquarters located on Madon Road and caucused with my father
as well as their father Israel Issy
Gevisser who along with my maternal grandfather Albert Ash, a rather well connected
“bookmaker” whose stepson was Deputy Mayor of Durban and together with my Royal Mater’s over-the-top powerful
Indian Muslim connections that resulted in her and my father being the private
guests of Pandit
Nehru for period of two weeks could without ever raising their
voices read the “Little King” nothing short of the “riot act” to mention
little of how this plot thickens as I now begin in earnest to follow through on
my over the top brilliant wife’s writings beginning with,
You
of course may not fully recall that one letter contained in the “Mad” hyperlink as you scroll to the bottom,
sent from either you and/or your sister to my father, not to the physical
street address of Moshal Gevisser but to their private PO Box 1183, which I
think it is fair to assume contained no mention of my father having “no balls”.
Instead
you ALL along with my Royal Mater
derived great satisfaction in seeing ripped apart the only fricken Gevisser who
actually had a whole lot more than “balls” who flew some 71 miraculous missions dive bombing the crap out of
the Nazi bastards while you served on some fricken ship jerking off donkeys.
Interfering
with the so carefully orchestrated “fixing” of my amazing father would,
however, have been the very Jewish thing to do and while you can mouth off
Yiddish words and tell lots of Jewish jokes you are in fact like most Jewish people
I know who are only Jewish when it suits them, hideously anti-Semitic.
Had
I known, however, how extraordinarily weak you all assumed my over the top
brilliant businessman father to be it would in all likelihood not have a
changed anything in terms of my first and last meeting with the “Little
King” that took place one day back in late 1980 when “out of the blue” my dad
arrived at the Benn’s house in Durban, South Africa where I was staying, “recuperating” from my relatively
brief stay at Codiam
Inc. on 47th Street in NYC, Bernie
suggesting that I join him in saying “hello” to the “Little King” who lived
just up the road.
I
have mentioned previously in my writings this rather funny scene but just in
case you haven’t heard it let me give you the “quick and dirty”.
While
we were all enjoying a cup of tea that the “Little King’s” wife
Gretchen, I believe was her name, who you may recall was being “schtooped” by a married Mr.
Sidney Fobb who worked in the office a few doors down from the “Little
King”, the “Little King” who again I had never once spoken with previously
blurted out,
“So what’s so great about them Yanks?
At
the time I wasn’t firing quite like I am today and should have responded something
along the following lines:
Well you tell me since you were so ‘warm and
fuzzy’ with the American
Moreover, so well informed as we should have been
by both The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies auditors as well as your
lawyer-liars who were all in on the scam of scams I should be visiting with you
in jail, the jailors having thrown the key away considering the magnitude of
your crimes.
Bear in mind, you bean counter, I am going to be
the one to have the last laugh since your favorite nephew David Gevisser not
only gave me a letter of introduction to his and the murdered filthy rich
American
Instead,
I kept my big mouth shut until “out of the blue” I started to notice
that the “Little King” was choking from one of the cookies he had put in
his mouth and so I slowly walked up to his chair, knelt down and placed it
close to his mouth but at a sufficient distance that he would not suffocate but
at the same time not splash me with all his germs upon hearing from me the
following which I ever so quietly whispered in his left ear,
Mr. Moshal, I don’t know all that much about
‘them Yanks’ but I want to let you know that there is going to be at least one
Gevisser Yank who when you are buried is going to return one day and piss on
your grave.
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