From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: loismary
“Garner” -- TV Network program director and owner of my dog’s
brother.
Cc: rest
Subject: FW: Hi - THE MEEK WITH
TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Lois hello to you. Back on Jan 25th
I sent an email
to
Today is the 12 month anniversary of the
last time I sat down with the kingpin-s
behind the rigging of the last
I tend to make the most of all
interactions including a meeting I just had earlier today on dog’s beach
here in Del Mar with a fine young gentleman whose father comes from the island
of Kaois which is just a “hope jump and a
scotch” away from Samos my favorite Greek Island which is where Pythagoras
is from[1].
I am currently having a smoothie at a
local restaurant where I had a close call a
few months back just 3 days shy of a showdown in Superior Court that should go
down as another landmark
case where I
happened once again to be at the right place at
the right time. On
the way over I was walking across the street next to a couple where the man was
talking about what it takes to draw to a right
angled triangle, “You go right, left and then up and down.” He
was wearing a baseball cap with “
I am though someone who has gone from
green-er
pastures to even greener
pastures all my life never
really bargaining on ever wanting to be rich yet m
There were many rumblings in the market to
mention little or no follow up on the Hot
Water War article in the June 2002 edition of Forbes Magazine but the
actions of the CEO of one of its U.S. subsidiaries, U.S. Filter provided me
with enough evidence to know that if I wanted to be another pig at the trough I could have
shorted both Vivendi [V] as well as its 63% owned subsidiary, Vivendi Environmental [VE]
and made out like a bandit although what exactly would I do with say one or two
billion dollars in addition to what I already have tucked under my belt?
I make it my business to keep mostly to
myself letting folks know only what they need to know a far cry different to
what many CEOs of public companies do each and every day which is to inform
their shareholders on a need to know basis. I am pretty good at mathematics
perhaps best represented in the way I play chess although I have yet to play
anyone as good as say Bobby Fisher a movie our 10-year-old picked up last evening
at the local bloc-buster. I happen to own bloc-buster.com as well as a host of
other websites which I have yet to launch but the flagship www.nextraterrestrial.com is well
on its way to upsetting the status quo albeit on track to be the number one
website on the planet perhaps not tTOo far ahead of www.sellnext.com.
There are in fact less than a handful of
folks out there who have a grasp of exactly what I do for a living other than
play pong which is in fact what I have been doing for the past almost 10 years
while spending most of my time with my “travel companion”
who is a force to be reckoned with and then sum. She and my ex-girlfriend of 10
years know each other although not all that well and in fact share many things
in common besides for being smart and beautiful. Neither of them lie, steal or
cheat. It simply isn’t part of their nature. They are somewhat different
however in terms of how they communicate. The ex-girlfriend is a brilliant
writer and my current girlfriend is an artist-painter and better than your
average stay-at-home mother who is now well on her way to making an impact on
the world of art to mention little of her better than average grasp of
mathematics.
Timing is everything in life and just like
Pythagoras who made simplicity out of highly complex structures I am capable of
making sense often out of nonsense never though losing my sense of humor for
any length of time. I am currently working on the epilogue to my book Manager Minute One
which I hope will help round out some of the looseness out there best described
by God when he chose not to produce a perfect circle in the hope I believe that
we would have the sense to pay attention to the dogs who continue at times to
go around in circles perhaps just playing another trick of nature as they fuss
over us fussing over them. What exactly came first as in Energy or Mass is
perhaps not as important as understanding light.
I do get bored very easily and for two
women to have put up with me with just one “quickie”
girlfriend in between 2 decades is quite something, which few if any of my
married friends could attest to at least with a straight face, and yes I am
very heterosexual. I just got off the phone with the woman who is taking care
of matters for me at Ccrest which will be my final resting spot in Minehead
The nature of my business calls for me to
exhibit a healthy skepticism always though giving someone the benefit of the
doubt although some might argue also correctly that I give folks enough rope “to hand” [sic]
themselves. My second trip to
One has to remember this took place just 4
months after September 11th and something which was not lost on many
folks when I recounted the many amazing stories that saved me more than just a
bundle of cash, providing great material for my book M
Of course I am interested to hear what
Roger will eventually have to say when he is confronted with what might have
had him so distracted when I first broached this subject with him back on
Valentine’s Day 2002 when my “travel companion” and I had
dinner at his restaurant on 5th Avenue in the Gas lamp Distinct here
in San Diego, celebrating both her birthday and Valentine’s
Day all at the same time. Make no mistake my “travel companion”
is capable of making any man’s head turn but none more so than her
ex-husband who became so unglued back on October 24th of last year
when he realized how very smart his second ex-wife was in not beating around
the bush.
No doubt I am attracted to both beauty and
brains paying very careful attention to the Freudian slips folks make along the
way in their efforts to overpower and how it came to pass that we have such
nonsensical expressions creeping into our vocabulary like, “The Meek
Shall Inherit The Earth.” I happen to believe that the bible is perhaps
the most accurate record of God’s words but when the elders, those who
have consumed more than their fair share start coming up with commentaries to
explain what are very straightforward words that is when I begin to take a very
deep breath before unleashing a series of knuckleballs against which there can
be almost no response and of course a non-response is a response even if it
isn’t even considered “hearsay” in a court of law.
I can assure you there was nothing funny
being discussed back on
It does take surrounding oneself with
special people in order to uncover “smoking
gun” evidence. This is not the first time I have uncovered a
conspiracy that I never sought out in the first place but it is the first one
that I believe will capture the imagination of the masses and lead to a
paradigm shift in the way we not only go about electing and holding our
politicians accountable but more importantly how we place responsibility &
accountability back in the hands of the electorate.
First though we have to build trust with
those closest to us beginning first with trusting our own judgment making
certain that the children are raised right from the start and taught about what
is right and wrong in very practical terms. Taking care of animals seems as
good a start as any in producing well balanced children to mention little of
the importance of good nutrition including never allowing one’s animal to
overindulge. It is so much easier to say “yes” to anything than it
is to say “no” although if kids were summarily passed through hospital
wards soon after they become “compos
mentis” [sic] and see what happens to people who can’t get enough
of a good thing perhaps we wouldn’t have the situations where we see
humans behaving much like animals, moreover the facts are rather conclusive
that animals treat their young far better than we do and naturally I subscribe
to us dispensing with leashes on dogs and at least make a point of suggesting
to dog owners who have poor control on animals that they try wearing a leash
for a day and let their dog lead them to the promised land.
I received last evening a call from JW
“English” [sic] of KGTV [ABC Network affiliate] just before heading
in to the parking lot of the sushi restaurant we like so much. One of the
reasons why I like going to this particular sushi bar besides for always
counting on the fish being fresh is that I get an override on every piece of
dirt picked up by a buddy of mine. He has one of these sweep cleaning
businesses that picks up after people who may have missed a lesson or tTOo in
their potty training. Lionel is someone I have known a lifetime and when I
first came to this country I not only worked with him but he was kind enough to
let me live with him[2].
I am not the easiest person in the world
live with but as you know everything is relative. I have though in a space of
almost 20 years had just 2 relationships with only one girlfriend in between. I
mention this again because it is only going to be a question of time before the
folks from Wetherly Capital and their “big hitting hackers”
[sic] decide they have no choice but to go to the mattresses[3].
My hope though is that cool minds will prevail but
I am taking the precaution of keeping the documentation that came out of that
particular meeting on February 8th under very careful wraps to the
point that even if my dog were to chew on the originals there are copies in
safety deposit boxes both here in California and elsewhere in the event of a
catastrophic earthquake[4].
My plan for keeping everyone calm is
rather simple. I will be hitting these out of control-rapacious folk with both
overwhelming and superior forces that are designed to send shock waves from
here to Timpucktu and
back again. Ordinarily the spell check on my computer will send red lines
flashing when I type the letters “puck” but for some reason now it
is beginning to accept it. My hope is that the masses will no longer accept the
status quo and the type of daily nonsense put out by the media.
The media business is one I know inside
out and of course I know why folks like JW “English” [sic] are
running scared right now. I have kept the message he left on my voicemail and
once I have clearance from my lawyers I shall play it for the world to hear,
time and again, to mention little of his Freudian slip-s[5].
It is possible that Mr.
“August” [sic] is simply overworked in which case he will have the
opportunity to voice his protest but my guess is that he will find assistance
from the National Association of Broadcasters [NAB]
who in my opinion operate no differently than the Bureau of
Special Services [BOSS]
did during the Apartheid years in South Africa, banning anyone and everyone who
dared to call it right.
Even though I am typing at blitzkrieg
speed I am choosing my words carefully just like Judge Jack Weinstein in a
landmark case attributed my “prescient
timing” to bringing about the overturning of a multi-million jury
award that put to an end some 2,000 class action lawsuits that were pending at
the time.
I am not perfect
but when I make a mistake I expect to pay for it and I make it my business to
make others pay when they screw up. I do my best to keep things simple but few would
describe me as stupid at least not to my face. It doesn’t take a genius
to work out that the meek don’t inherit the earth and why it is difficult
to believe anything coming out of the mouths of folks who have allowed their
teeth to go to rot. Evil
comes in many forms but it all begins with the white lies until we end up
turning a blind eye not only to what folks like Hitler
have to say but how a poor artist with dark hair and brown eyes could pull the
wool over so many especially my Jewish brothers &
sisters who have a history of some 2,000 years of abuse to draw from.
Every so often I have to pull up paying
very careful attention to the signposts and what people I trust implicitly have
to say. Many English expressions made little sense to me including the one,
”like pulling teeth” to mention little of the difficulty involved
in “kicking a gift-horse
in the mouth.” I believe it was a relative of our two dogs that died of
an “abyss” [sic] in the mouth but right now I can assure you we are
all headed for disaster but there is time once we decide to pull up our socks
and start counting right, paying attention to things that matter and some very
smart folks who came before us such as Pythagoras.
I have smoked pot but I
don’t go around in circles. That last hyperlink was taken close to 30 years
ago and of course I’ve lost some hair
but I still have sum
marbles left.
Even this email is part of the finishing
touches to my book M
One other thing I think you should know at
this time besides for now being in possession of some very key evidence is that
prior to leaving me a message last night I already had two conversations with
JW “English” [sic]. Mr. “English” [sic] followed up on
my suggestion that he contact one of my lawyer colleagues Mr.
I will be following up with Mr.
“English” [sic] in due course but suffice to say you do in fact
have a leg up on him given your access to some of my hyperlinks. There is
enough information in just this email to sink a battleship.
Please be advised that I am including on
this email a number of very carefully selected individuals who make up a
statistically valid sample representative of the world’s population who
are all in some small measure playing a role in keeping my one website www.nextraterrestrial.com on track
to be the number one website on the planet.
Naturally I am taking precautions to
protect not only the integrity of the evidence but my own well-being to mention
little of those folks I care about. The fact is I care about everyone knowing
that if we leave just one individual out in the cold that individual might be
enough to ignite a bomb that could send us all back to the year dot. I happen
to believe there are some very practical solutions to solving the problems of
the world but first we have to take back the reigns of power from our dirty
politicians who are bought and paid for by a handful of corrupt business people
who have no allegiance to anyone or any country other than filling up their
pocket books.
The nature of my one line of work requires
that I pay very careful attention to the numbers as well as what folks say ever
so attentive however to what they don’t say. Of course many would prefer,
“Less said the better” although there are a handful of folks out
there who would prefer that I simply keep quiet and live out the rest of life
peacefully. And naturally I could be very more than simply “very rich.”
The folks who rigged the elections back on
November 8th of last year were in fact hard at work going back to
the Summer of 2001 and that Special Situations Fund document has that aspect
clearly demarcated. There are names though on that one sheet that some of my
attorney-colleagues including the one I mostly play pong with who
wouldn’t argue that I could settle matters with those that rigged the
elections for more than a paltry sum. And then what would I do next especially
since I happen to believe that God watches each and every move we make?
I don’t always make my own bed but
neither am I lazy. More importantly I don’t scare easily and nor am I
crazy. I not only understand rather well the inner workings of the media
business but what sort of folks would join an organization like NAB who are not
exactly interested in a true broad band network that will allow “fair
competition.”
In late 1993 I did an assignment for the
Hearst family who had hired a former chairman of the FCC to head up one of
their “new media” companies. Included in that 3 page document was a
reference to why there was all this “frenzy” by media companies to
acquire other media in anticipation of the “last quarter mile of the
superhighway.” I don’t have that document with me right now but it
stated in not so many words, “M
My E-mail the other
day to one of my attorneys over in Europe spells out things in black and white
on a number of different agendas I have going all geared toward to empowering
the youth who are our future [to parent the parents most in need, in some
instances whose wants have greatly exceeded their needs]. My prescient timing in
calling the collapse of the insurance industry should be actually comforting to
those who are good at what they do and don’t depend on others for putting
food on the table least of all folks like our government and the likes of
Warren “BO”
Buffet and even Hank Greenberg who I happen to believe is head and shoulders
more ethical than Buffet.
Everything however is relative and until
such time as we learn to get along and begin trusting one another we
don’t have a hope let alone a prayer or even a wing to hold on to
especially those who wear many hats. It is in fact soft tissue injuries that
will ultimately bankrupt the insurance industry and few understand that aspect
of the insurance business better than me. Most if not all pain especially when
it comes to the extremities, particularly the arms and hands is referred pain
coming from the scalene muscle in the neck, the result most often of sitting in
front of TV screens typing away without thinking to stretch.[7]
It takes quite a stretch to understand all
the methods I am using in getting my message across but don’t think for
more than one minute that I am full of it for the simple reason that I am. I
do, however, get mad as hell with folks that think they can screw around with
me by either ignoring me or trying to usurp the power of their limited
authority.
With that said, feel free to conduct your
own due diligence on me. Besides for Mr. Krinsk who could be in the mood for
another game of pong try emailing my mentor Amos Wright at mad.w@prodigy.net. You might even want to
consider contacting any or all of the Washington
Bunch folks although its been a while since I have seen any of them. They
would fall under the category of “lefties” although
We are all allowed to make mistakes as
long as we pay for them and we should do our best not to repeat. President
Bush’s father made a critical mistake when he broke his promise not to
increase taxes but he made an even bigger mistake when he pardoned Casper
Weinberger who is probably the most responsible for Jonathan Pollard, the Israeli spy,
still sitting in jail. Pollard probably did more to screw up his mind than
being a traitor to the United States Navy in that he thought he could rely on
the Israeli government to see his time in jail brought to a quick end.
When any government allows crooks into its
ranks, where it turns a blind eye to crooks who in escaping justice in other regions
of the world find a safe haven on their own shores let alone a burial spot on
your most sacred places like Mt. of Olives it is no small wonder that they
cannot see the wood for the trees let alone know when it is time to flee.
Should you m
Today the world can produce more than what
we can sell and consequently the markets all around the world are on the brink
of collapse, basic laws of supply and demand but I cannot stress enough we can
solve the problems of the world in probably less than 18 months if folks simply
listen up.
It is not always easy for me to explain my
prescient timing but I have lately made it a habit of keeping a record of all
my communications. Back on November 15th of last year I sent my one
programmer
This
particular cousin is rather close to my Dad, his mother who is now deceased and
my Dad were as close as a brother and sister could be. One has little choice
when it comes to picking siblings let alone parents and I make it my business
to stay in touch with folks whenever possible preferring these days to stick
with the Digital Age in communicating my innermost thoughts. Telephone
conversations tend to take up time and with all the distractions going on who
really pays attention to what the other person on the line is really saying let
alone meaning. On November 21st I followed up with
my Dad who my cousin had visited with when vacationing recently in
It is,
however, my email to one of the most special people in this world on December 11th
that has a number of folks paying very careful attention to what I might say
next. There are some very minor modifications to the original email. Footnote 6
explains things in rather graphic detail about the odds of us getting out of
this financial crisis without first of all making some rather significant
adjustments including going back to the Gold Standard. My emails to the folks
from MONEX
should give you some sense of why few people would ever want to go to war with
me or anyone close to me such as my “travel companion friend” aka
Mds.
I have
known for some time that the price of gold was headed upwards but again I am
not one to be a pig at the trough. Yesterday I suggested Mds make a few more
purchases of gold including a 1932
South African sovereign that first spelled trouble for the world although the
real trouble began when we allowed Hitler to kick our behinds.
Lois, there
is more I could say but my batteries are running out and it is time for dinner.
I suspect tomorrow will also come about.
Gary S.
Gevisser
Ps - I
don’t have the time to read through this email. If, however, I think
there is an error or tTOo, or something which needs more clarification I will
let you know.
-----Original Message-----
From: Lynn K. Poston
[mailto:kalons@pacbell.net]
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: Hi
Hi
Gary
My website
is below (in the signature file). Lois' email is loismary@rglobal.net
The
boy's brother (aka Kid) is in the Photo
Lynn
K. Poston
kalons@pacbell.net
http://www.geocities.com/kalonchinesecresteds
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Xoloitzcuintli Club of
http://www.geocities.com/xoloclub
[1] There is a
shop in the southwest countryside of
My Dad likes his J&B and one
doesn’t have to wonder much to realize where he derived his good taste.
He happens to have been a rather good fighter-bomber pilot and
remains as trusting today as that last hyperlink depicts and is still above-average in looks
once one adds
color to his face.
I certainly don’t have my Dad’s good looks nor
would those who have been on the receiving end of my emails over the past 3+
years consider me quite as humble as this incredible man who beat the odds,
continues to have women eating out of his lap although he refuses to wear a
serviette and continues to come out tops at least in my book, although his
record of accomplishments is best described in his logbooks during WWII to mention
little of his ability to keep his head above him while others lost it in their
pants and then sum
+ +.
Like both my parents I can add rather good butT once Manager Minute One has
been edited it won’t take a rocket scientist to know how incredibly
fortunate I was in having tTOo terrific parents
not always in-sync
butt who
nevertheless guided me right during my formative years and of course it helped
to have 3
siblings running interference.
Cultivating common sense is simply a function of Healthy mind ~ healthy body
and of course my mother would agree the reverse holds true just as in Quantum Mechanics.
It is, however, my Dad who accepted every challenge dished out to him
rising above it all to become not only a fighter-bomber pilots while still a
teenager as most from his home town of Durban, South Africa either sat on the
sidelines or ended up as prisoners of war but more importantly his skills and
what it takes to have others trust you would be fined tuned as a “wingman”
to one of the greatest fighter-bomber-pilots of the 2nd World
War.
According to my Dad, Syd Cohen was,
“outgoing and always humble.” Fighter-bomber-pilots were more than
a cut above regular fighter-pilots who in turn where a good notch more skilled
than pilots flying in troops and ammunitions. Syd Cohen would later be sought
by the likes of David Ben Gurion,
Unlike my Dad who in 1948 was still
recovering from the death of his mother, Katie Sher Gevisser,
Dr. Syd Cohen fought in Israel’s War of Independence and then settled
with his family in Israel while my Dad married my mother, a chain-smoking
English transplant who came to South Africa in 1947 with her brother and
parents to escape the harsh winters although you wouldn’t have noticed my
mother’s childhood addiction it from her good looks and a figure that had a whole
lot of women in the fukukta town of Durban eyeing her with envy.
Joe Ash, my
mother’s brother, was quite the party man when living in Umchlanga as well as when he moved to the Durban Bluff and
watched over as commodore of the Durban Yacht Club all vessels entering and
leaving
Councilman and eventually deputy mayor to sure up his
footing in the gentry set, Durban, Natal being the last Colonial outpost
perhaps in the world, Joe Ash “constantly” married “out of
the faith”, his first wife Aida Parker,
a journalist, a women I never heard anyone in our family say a bad word about.
I don’t remember meeting this horrific woman with good
looks but no doubt my mother in particular knew that there was nothing to be
gained by taking on a journalist with brains despite Aida’s
right of right wing views and who comes as close to looking like Eva Braun than
anyone I know “dNA” [sic] I guess it is
possible Aida “SS”
Parker could be related to Ms. Braun and nothing would give me more pleasure
than to give Ms. Parker a haircut or tTOo although it is possible
she is now dead. Her brain though unquestionably turned to rot. The real
question is when did it all begin.
This is probably as good a time as any to begin making the
case The Big Bang may be a series of events or experiments by a master painter
wanting to perfect his art. Each event begins with a squeeze of his hand that
then drops oil paints on to his pallet. He may be so talented that he
doesn’t always need to start out with a new canvas but is able to paint
over his previous attempts to create the perfect masterpiece that requires only
3 elements to get in to perfect synchronicity.
He begins with the shape, drawing out a road map that
channels in all the right elements making sure he has the horizon correct and
that the center of interest is in fact interesting and then he sets in the
values, the varying shades of gray that remain a constant no matter what
changes of light occur and of course he understands that operating in the rain
or under moonlight has it hazards but lets just assume for the moment that God
is not blind and whoever came up with justice being blind should rethink
matters and have that artist go back to the drawing board and start adding
color never though using either white or black but getting the art of painting
in high chroma down pat, moving away from white and the black which brings out
the richness of the colors.
Remembering though that the “values” always
remain constant is not for the light headed nor for that matter can someone
really call themselves an artist painter if they don’t know how to draw
and the last thing I would want is for God to think I am telling him off for it
doesn’t seem to me at least that he missed anything in his latest
masterpiece.
Unlike sound which brings music to our ears only light can
travel effortlessly through a vacuum which is what deep space is made up of and
there is certainly a lot of negative space that is kept in balance, matter and
anti-matter canceling one another out allowing the point of interest, i.e.
planet earth to remain the focal point and with his grasp of colors and knowledge
of light all God needs to do is simply squeeze and release his hand depending
on his mood ever so careful not to throw too many curved balls that could make
his canvas get too slippery which would force him to go back to the drawing
board, scrape off the excess paint, turn once again the canvas upside down and
begin again although I suspect he might decide to take a breather, relax with
his dog and see how his other paintings are selling in those galaxies billions
of light years away where unlike homo sapiens who whine so much these Nextraterrestrials have got their shit together and figured
out far quicker than us that Einstein’s e=mc² explained the entire
workings of the universe and didn’t get blindsided by their own mirrored
reflections thinking that they were smarter than the next person who has
something to offer and more importantly is part of the overall puzzle, i.e. God
is DNA.
One has to though see things differently right from the
start and not buy into the mistakes and bullshit of the previous generation
that got caught up into thinking that their accomplishments are all of their
own doing forgetting that discovery is a matter of physics and chance all
brought together in Quantum Mechanics where “light forces” are what
is keeping all our heads above water right now for Chaos Theory is completely
topsy turvy and folks like Warren “BO” Buffet know today more than
the fact that their shit stinks a whole lot worse than folks say in the
countryside of Peru although it is certainly not fun starving to death.
Without much further ado I will get back to what I believe
has God’s hand just fractions away from squeezing his hand once again
having learned some valuable lessons of human nature when people get tTOo big
for their boots and why the next time round the cobbler’s son will have
at least one pair of shoes and greed to boot although he will have to come up
with a remarkable substitute for testosterone which does come in handy once in
a while.
The need to feel superior over others is not uniquely human
but our wants to accumulate beyond our basic needs sets us more than a world
apart from other species that has us now on track towards a Big Bang best
demonstrated in our military’s arsenal that could soon have us all kissing our asses goodbye.
For God to take away our fear of dying which I believe is
central to most overweight peoples’ discontent leaves him with few
choices in terms of motivation central to the evolutionary process of improving
the species as we head further out into the wilderness of deep space as the
rest of the billions of galaxies get further away doing their own thing. The
survival of the fittest is a key element in us becoming self-sufficient and my
guess is that he will when the time comes for our sun to burn out use a Black
Hole to move over another sun that is simply languishing.
Once one applies e=mc² to the physics of deep space it
doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that c, the speed of light is
anything but a constant proven out by the Red Shift which tells us beyond a
shadow of a doubt that the other galaxies are speeding away from us at an
accelerating rate and that we had better get our shit together rather quickly
or we will end up eating dirt if we are lucky most likely it will be sand as
the desert winds suggest time and again.
Our failure to pay attention to the call of nature whether
it be when going to the bathroom or listening to the birds sing or a dog
dreaming goes to the heart of what occurs when we build up our strength
believing that that might is right that the sword is mightier than the plough
when in fact it is the pen along with the hand of God that is mightiest never
to give in to wanting to die rich and to leave a legacy beyond a Golden name.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and
everything particularly in a vacuum remains the same and why m, as in mass, is
the constant which leaves e, energy, best viewed in wave form that goes back
and forth depending on the sun + the wind + the currents = climate.
When one places a vacuum tube around a light bulb as Edison
so smartly figured out light will glow indefinitely as long as one controls the
environment and planet earth has all the necessary ingredients to get it on
indefinitely but it requires bringing rapacious folks under control who upset
the balance of nature who want it all to nothing who view life as nothing more
than a poker game winner takes all forgetting everything including fundamental
science that was gifted to us along with the Garden of Eden.
Maintaining our edge is key but it shouldn’t come at
the expense of others who may not be as light footed but who nevertheless
contribute to an overall kaleidoscope that is rich with diversity and why the
need to hold those bigoted, those who have allowed their formal education to
interfere with their learning in constant check.
E=MC² is both proof of the “Hand of God” as well
as evolution and Love to boot, differences to embrace, kindness to those who
are kind and to those whose egos are out of control to place them in spaceships
where they can go figure out a better method than the one I am proposing for
bringing the world into balance.
And of course we should continue to check out other websites
who have better solutions than NextraTerrestrial although I doubt they will
have as good looking women as I plan to load up thinking of which I hope to
find a photo of Bob Guccione’s wife who once I understand was a dancer at
the Butterworth Hotel in Durban, South Africa.
So back to my mother who recognized a brilliant journalist
the minute she set eyes on Eva Braun reincarnated who in this photo
seems to have all eyes pointed in the direction of my father. At first blush
one would have expected Ms. Parker to have been the perfect person to expose
the deep rot within the Jewish community especially after my uncle dumped her
and he at the time was not exactly all that pro Jewish causes, certainly he was
not a member of the Durban Jewish Club that I don’t recall once hosting a
fashion show put on by mother who I don’t seem to recall there ever being
a Jewish model other than my first cousin Karene Gevisser
who despite her incredible looks and body that made most Jewish boys’
eyes foggy never quite made it into the jet set like many others who
didn’t quite pencil out perfect in all respects.
The fashion business though is a “mug’s game”
and no where is it more apparent than what one sees today walking the down the
ramps in the fashion capital’s of the world where transparency
has been taken to the ultimate extreme.
Soon I expect to see models wearing their hearts outside of
the chests and their uteri positioned for the photographers to click away at
while depositing their business cards in the handbags that contain the colons;
semi-naked is really all us heterosexual guys want just ask anyone whose
significant other has more of an underwear collection than mini-skirts.
Skating
on thin ice is akin to overdoing a painting and when the colors get all
blurred as is often the case when painting in high chroma you might as well
trash the painting, forget signing it and start afresh.
And of course that is what is so wonderful about new
relationships, at least at first before one comes to realize that beauty is all
skin deep and then some.
It is all a matter of choice and why kids should be guided
ever so carefully from the start to learn about right from wrong, to avoid at
all cost becoming “diks” for parents to let go of their need to
control to understand better the workings of the universe that demonstrate
beyond a shadow of a doubt that each generation has more light bulbs going off
than the previous one that to fiddle, assuming the “hot house effect”
doesn’t take hold, with just one individual though capable of setting off
a chain reaction that not even the smartest of “F.euds”
[sic] out there can even begin to fathom and why fiddlers should watched ever
so closely especially those with art or engineering degrees who think they are
so smart they can figure out the mechanics of human nature just because they
can screw a nail in better than someone who figured out that a hammer was a
pretty neat invention just like the Russians figured out that charcoal works
just as well in outer space as it does on earth, the same with a rocket ship able
to operate outside of earth’s atmosphere, another of Newton’s principles
at work.
Hitler was the personification of art genius who
didn’t have a clue about how to draw let alone understand mastery of his
first passion although he clearly knew how to draw from the rot that had been
spewed about Jews and Gipsys
to mention little of his thing for preferring white skin to overcome his own
foreshortening.
Hitler and I may in fact have quite a bit in common although
he may have been an inch or two shorter and as we know from my dog Pypeetoe
just one inch can make all the difference but I am not so sure about his math,
certainly he had to have been one of the worst military planners in the annals
of history.
Not only did his generals have the Poles taking care of the
business of rounding up the Jews, the French men aimlessly sipping their
cappuccinos all the while pontificating on where to next drop off Legionnaires
disease while the French women pranced around in mid-drifts knowing nothing
better than to air their fannies by lifting their legs, perfume to boot, the
British intoxicated with their booze and horrific food, yet this idiot decided,
“Lets let the RAF boys get
some rest and lets test the mettle of German Industrial Machine by taking on
the Russians who may have forgotten their history, hysterectomies just another
form of bloodletting, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Geviseris” [non-sic]?
Py-pee-toe was one inch tTOo big at birth
to become a show dog which turned out to be my luck but I then again I
don’t believe at all in luck but rather in playing the odds, more
specifically taking someone’s trash and making it shine no different in
many ways to my grandfather Issy Gevisser who rather than see the glass as
either half full or half empty simply decided to grab hold of a discarded
wheelbarrow, fixed the front wheel assembly and in a matter of minutes had
filled it up with unbroken bottles that eventually led to him building enough
of a trading business that not only supported his growing family in South
Africa but those relatives
left in Vilnius, Lithuania who despite his pleas to come to join him chose to
remain and Issy’s second wife in turn chose to bury the past rather than
let all the facts sur-face.
Unlike animals us humans have developed quite a knack for
being tTOo
faced somehow believing that no one else is looking despite the vast majority
believing in God, at least some superior force which simply doesn’t add
up even for someone like myself who has so little formal education in math and
physics let alone metaphysics.
I happened to run into David Shannahof-Khalsa
just the other day while walking along the beach. It wasn’t so much that
I liked his turban but my dog just wouldn’t leave him and his dog alone
and David was tugging at his dog’s choke collar and I thought the only
way for his dog’s head to remain attached to his shoulder blades was to
try and distract David by getting into a conversation that led no where other
than I did remember the name of his website, Theinternetyogi.com.
David is really a sweet person and I assume very
knowledgeable about yogi certainly he says that many in the medical and
scientific community have embraced his findings although I had a lot more
trouble getting the math out of him than I did when speaking with Dr.
Kelly of Scripps Research who took no more than a matter of minutes to
share with me all the necessary evidence that demonstrates beyond a shadow of a
doubt that those with less intelligence are more susceptible to degenerative
diseases.
Theinternetyogi, however,
had me climbing walls as he ducked and dived eventually simply conceding that
he was happy with his life knowing that at least a few stragglers like myself
might pay attention to his lifetime accomplishments to mention little of
whether he now has the sensitivity to go get some dog training not for his dog
but for himself.
Now in fairness to David, fortunately or unfortunately, a
female friend of his walked over just as my dog finished doing a pee on
David’s sandal and provided me with some rather good insight which I was
already well aware of but who I am hoping will take a break from walking up and
down our already overcrowded beaches and head up to
Sacramento carrying placards suggesting in no uncertain terms that Governor
Davis resign, the French stooge that his is.
Pypeetoe has this thing for stool pigeons and of course I
have yet to work out fully this fascination with horse dudu that must have
something to do with meatmincers.
Most would agree that just like the women in my life my dog
is picture perfect although just like the women he is far better looking in the
flesh and of course he knows exactly how to suck up to people although
he has the most uncanny ability to sniff out when things are amiss which is the
only time he gets skittish and then I bring out the bagpipes although I
simply howl like a wolf and before long I have him reaching notes that in time
could bring down the walls of Jericho. He certainly has the pitch right it is
just a matter of turning up the volume.
I have yet to feed him pig perhaps in the hope that like
Einstein as he gets older he may embrace Judaism much like many disaffected in
their youth and of course I keep the instructions to him short and sweet
although at times I have been known to give him a commentary, a
byproduct of my poor upbringing.
Ms. Parker
though erred more than once besides for marrying my uncle with a more worldly
vision than her verkrampt narrowmindness
no doubt brought on by her fixation on everything being “black or
white.”
It was English
speaking whites like Aida Parker with her unique command of the English
language that helped the right wing mostly illiterate Nazi Nationalists stay in
power for some 40 + years giving them an air of respectability as she bent over
backwards to grease the wheels that had this oppressive regime sticking her
dudu up the backsides of the Black masses, her access to the power elite best
demonstrated while visiting prisoners at the notorious Robbin
Island in 1966-1967 at the behest of her ultimate benefactors,
“…We know that by 1986
the necklace had become the biggest cause of death in the Black conflict.. SA,
unlike most other countries where political hypocrisy and humbug get short
shrift, is a very special and rare case of a duplicitous international
hypocritical conspiracy. Many governments did indeed consider it to be in their
commercial or political interests to support the international campaign against
apartheid, even as the phenomenon evaporated in
MORAL SUCCESSOR
It was important to be seen to ritualize the condemnation as
an antidote to incipient racist infection in their own societies. What
anti-apartheid has effectively done is to become the moral successor to
Hitlerism, itself done to death by all who have so brilliantly exploited its
propaganda potential for their own moral elevation or enrichment.
To say that fascism and Nazism are boring in 1996 may overstate the case. The
potential remains, but the novelty and excitement are gone... Race in
To pursue the point a little further. If we ask the question "What is
right?" (and "What is what wrong?") the answer invariably
depends on what values appear to be in vogue. Small questions of right and
wrong seem to leave us cold. Gone are the days when conscience (what's that?)
troubled us about accepting too much change in a shop. Gone also is principled
concern over marital infidelity or even public lasciviousness. Bill Clinton is
not shamed by disclosures of his squalid conduct along the entire spectrum of
human weaknesses. He is re-elected: by a land-slide… barely worth a full
column inch.
The great questions of the past, as is suggested above, no longer appeal. Who
could choose these days between a Jew, a Muslim and a Christian in the scale of
religious rectitude? Does anyone go to hell any longer when he dies? Probably
not. Right and wrong, good and evil have no longer have anything to do with
God.
What about Adolf Hitler? Where does he spend eternity? And where does Verwoed
spend it, murdered by a SACP operative? Who cares? … equivalents
...again, who cares?
Religion and ideology are, it seems, effectively dead. Yet there is life
somewhere in our moral universe. There are crimes which arouse passion and the
desire for revenge…
HISTORICALLY, at this time of the year, a great SA tragedy
is enacted. This is when the Black matric results are
announced, invariably reflecting devastatingly disappointing results. This
year? Well, we saw SA's first "affirmative action"
matric, with all races, Black, White and Asian,
writing the same papers. A greater educational fiasco has never been seen, the
most chaotic matric examination in history…
To top this abominable mess, we also
had matric papers stolen, leaked or sold to pupils at
prices ranging from a modest R 30 to R 2 000 a subject and, reportedly, R 35
000 for a full set. English, physics, algebra, geography, literature,
Afrikaans, history, accounting all were in some way or other compromised.
Add to this a general lack of proper control and even postponement of
examination dates, and you will readily understand the widespread
dissatisfaction, misery, confusion and frustration among students and parents
alike. It may well prove that, when the results are published, the overall
"success" rate will be substantially better than previously: but
only, I am assured by teachers, because papers have been heavily marked up.
As The Citizen… If ever a
man deserved to burn in everlasting hell…iss
was that man.
… "Uncle Joe," and no friend of Churchill…Hack it as you
please…An entire book could be written on the single subject of …iss and the U…
FLUORIDATION MYTHS
ETHICS AND DR ZUMA
For thirty years the high-powered US-led international fluoride… succeed
in ramming…Why would Zuma wish to feed us rat
poison?
Here I am privy to an official letter…
SMIT: "There is no scientific evidence that water fluoridation causes
cancer, AIDS, genetic hazards, Down's syndrome,
FACT: Dr. Smit is merely being flippant…
MARCHING INTO BATTLE
WE now come to the persons most directly involved (and least
consulted) in this immensely controversial campaign to fluoridate SA water
supplies: YOU and your children….We are up against very big guns here,
people capable of mounting master public relations campaigns, and with the
Establishment media refusing to play its appointed watchdog role…
PUBLISHER'S LETTER
THIS is our last issue for 1996. Soon after putting it away I will
be having the first of tTOo eye operations, so…” [sic]
Oops! One lesson we learnt long ago is that you should not write when your
equilibrium is out of whack. Mine was certainly derailed when finalising the last pages of our 200th edition last month.
Running to answer the phone in the dark, I tripped over an old copper urn. Not realising how deep the gash in my leg was, I didn't seek
medical attention for 24 hours. By the time I did, it was to get the happy
tidings that gangrene had already set in. Instead of following doctor's orders,
I continued to write: with predictable results.
Two of my very dearest friends, Hilaire du Berier of
Congratulations on achieving our 200th issue are still coming in. Old friend
Larry Abraham, publisher of Insider Report,
phoned from
Thank you all. May God bless us and be with us all in the year to come.
Aida Parker had bigger fish to fry then to go after the
South African Jewish community who were already held in check by their own or
to put it bluntly by “capos”
just as the Nazi SS used Jewish folk in the Concentration Camps to be their
most effective wrecking ball when it came to screwing with the minds of the
slave laborers before they were finally gassed out of their misery.
I anxiously wait a reply to my e-mail searching
out Ms. Parker in the hope that she will come and visit our Ccrest Bed and
Breakfast Café in Minehead where I will, God willing, have the opportunity to
take her on an educational light journey as long as she doesn’t bring her
pal Mr. Connie
Mulder, a backer of the Citizen Newspaper, who I
understand has returned to earth as a cancerous cell and is now firmly
deposited deep inside Ms. Parker’s colon.
Like any infection that isn’t treated aggressively to
begin with it only gets worse; never to forget that it was Ida Tarbell the
American journalist who in the early 1900s was the catalyst in bringing down
John D. Rockefeller and his rapacious team that stood behind Standard Oil
located at 26th and Broadway in New York City.
“"Miss Tarbarrel”
as Rockefeller described was born in 1857 100 hundred years before Bernie and
One day someone might decide some of my stories are worthy
of being made into a movie and finding someone to play
“…you have to work for
your Pulitzer or your bosses could end up giving you more than an enema;
different and apart from the joys of listening to Eminem. In other words you
cannot afford to give into your whining…”
In August 2002 my Dad had heart surgery, a 5-bypass along
with a pig-valve
replacement. I have suggested that he consider being the lead plaintiff in a
class action of ex-spouses who were at one time married to chain smokers and
are now unable to find a suitable partner given their increased likelihood of
at some point in their life having to carry around a respirator or at least
make a case against my mother’s insurance carrier for all the second hand
smoke he inhaled over 30 years of marriage to mention little of the
“monkey on the back” specials I once advocated that the folks at
the Prentice Hall division of Simon & Schuster, Bureau of Business Practice
[BBP], implement for over taxed executives whose spouses promote the art of
co-dependency.
My Dad, like the head honchos at Prentice Hall for some odd
reason chooses to ignore my entreaties, well
aware that internecine fighting is the bloodiest. My buddy Glen, the president
of BBP at the time later paid me back with his brilliant account of “management
obfuscation” which I used to impress the hell out of the doyens of the
Hearst family while scaring Veronica Hearst to high-heaven.
It is possible that even 3 years after WWII ended my father
was plagued by nightmares from flying high and low over Pontedera
Italy none perhaps more so than operations 67 and 25 although I
think operation 31 on February 22nd, 1945 say everything about my
father, his ability to be brief and modest with a terrific grasp of acute
angles despite being dyslexic.
Everyone has their own agenda to mention little of their
strengths and weaknesses and that it is why it is all but impossible to get at
the truth especially when those who fight the right fight like my father prefer
to bury some of the most important lessons from the past in the hope that they
will suffocate and die forgetting like Einstein Newton’s first principle,
that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, i.e. nothing is
lost particularly when we are dealing with things in a non-vacuum environment and
nothing comes more to mind than our brains, whose mass remains relatively
pretty much the same assuming a normal birth, but whose energy is ignited by
light forces that shouldn’t be interfered with by over controlling adults
whose brain cells are either dead or in need of a major overhaul.
Keeping one’s thoughts in alignment is no different to
sitting straight and walking straight and of course those of us who rely on our
tires when moving rapidly through the twists
and forks in the road know only too well how just the slightest misalignment
can wreck havoc with the steering.
In the end it is all reflected in the tread marks we leave
behind and now with the Digital Age nothing should be lost and to hell with
those who would prefer that we all forget.
The sooner everyone gets with the program that change is
inevitable the better; that God is all about love and goodness, that the truth
will eventually emerge that God is not blind that he sees everything and has
the means to unload all the kuk we have accumulated and spilled out as we
travel on a path to impress others while milking the meek believing that it
will empower us when our time comes to meet our maker,
Making the most of something is human nature, part of our
genetic makeup, the so-called evolutionary process, survival of the fittest.
Gaining advantage, leveraging one’s position over others has been with
the human race going back as far as
Most would agree that I look very similar to my mother but
also without her good looks but that I have my Dad’s smile who gets the
most upset with me when I talk about the “English
transplants” who live the life of Riley in a town called
Wivesliscombe in the southwest of England just an hour or so as the crow flies
inland from Minehead although lately he hasn’t commented on my curly hair
getting out of control and for good reason.
My
And of course should anyone wish to make a contribution in
my name to the local Anglican
church in Wivesliscombe that borders my eldest brother’s property
they would undoubtedly make the Gevissers and the Zulman transplants more
welcomed in the community especially around Xmess time.
Instead of just grabbing things off trees
using our hands or as my grandfather in the early 1900s picked up unbroken
bottles off the streets of Durban, South Africa placing them ever so carefully
into his wheelbarrow today Wall Street has
perfected the instrument commonly known as “leverage buyouts.”
Long before Wall Street came along, however, goods and
services were being bought and sold on the basis of “added value”
which is similar to “leverage buyouts” but world’s apart when
one considers who the beneficiaries are of most “leverage buyouts”
and who ultimately pays by getting kicked in the shorts.
I just can’t wait to respond to Ms. Ada [sic] Parker with what she thinks of The Meek WITH TEETH Shall Inherit The Earth and have her
turnover each night wondering why I had taken so long to give her “a
smack” for coming on to my father when she knew he was a happily married
man.
If the kids of today only knew how the folks from the 40s and
50s rocked particularly those who had it all to nothing living in the last of
the Colonial outposts they would have nightmares and be ever so envious
especially when they are faced with having to wear condoms but at least they
finally know that those who spread the biggest amount of trash for some 2,000
years weren’t the English, the Americans or even the French but rather
the Roman
Catholic Church whose master paintings that adorn the Vatican were made off
the backs of the peasants who were indoctrinated into believing that it was
God’s will that they don’t do morally offensive stuff such as
masturbation but to procreate, filling up the coffers of the church elite who
then played fiddled with their little boys while their soldiers laid waste to
God’s garden of Eden, counting on the likes of King “Altar Boy”
Golden to remain “shtum” i.e. deafeningly quiet.
In the days of old before there was such a thing as the
stock market business people did business based on personal relationships where
trust was built one day at a time and with trust came respect that then led to
“love” a word perhaps more prone to misuse in the English language
than any other word besides for “fuck.”
Languages such as Spanish have several words for
“love” but for not altogether clear reasons, us English as well as
the Spanish and everyone else falling under the species labeled “Human
beings” we tend to all fixate on our butts but of course we are not
really one species but like the birds and the bees we are but mostly dust
particles mixed ever so carefully with water which is we know is made up of two
types of gasses.
Sex is what the masses could ultimately look forward
professed by clergy who themselves didn’t know the first thing about the
human condition God forbid anyone were to
question their chastity. Talk about which group of people are the most
pornographic and one would be hard pressed to consider someone like Larry Flynt
of Hustler Magazine anything less than a breath of fresh air especially since
unlike his competitor Penthouse he has the good sense not to have an idiot like
Dershowitz
shoveling his shit on to the masses who are getting smarter with each tick of
the clock.
Sex, followed by drugs followed by rock and roll is
constantly on the minds of most people in some form or another and all one
needs to do is to look at the substance of the commercials on TV to appreciate
how well those that produce the ads have made a science of understanding human
nature using the media which is nothing short of the most perverted substance
abuse.
Only recently have I come to realize why Sushi chefs often
tend to serve oranges so neatly peeled especially when one is in the company of
a very sexy woman.
Finding the right buttons to push in order to motivate
others to be the best they can be making up for all my inadequacies, has been a
preoccupation of mine from the word go. I was never the fastest on my feet and
I saw little benefit in being the first in class to blurt out the answers for
all it did was build resentment, but if one can learn to mix in well with
others as one is forced to when playing rugby in the scrum one gets to see ever
so closely from so many different angles all the players strengths and
weaknesses and then to go about building the right team is simple “steven.”
Whenever I was naughty my mother would bring out her “weapon
of mass destruction” although never once did my mother even come close to
calling me simple but she did used to like my dimples before of course my
crows’ feet set in to mention little about my ears that I hope to one day
use to flap the flies and mosquitoes that attack my back and of course I have a
trunk that our ten-year old has yet to dare to grab hold of, his mother though
is quite the “fast
draw.”.
Why my mother chose to use my second name
“Steven” only seemed to embolden me more “to buck”
the system but mostly though I only did it in her presence when we were alone
and she would let me question her to kingdom come although we rarely if ever
spoke about religion. Her first order of business was to have me sit next to
her in business meetings and for me to do as I pleased as long as I kept my
mouth shut.
As I got older though she began to frown more and more and
today she like many caught up in “the web” now
seem to have a permanent frown never ever to forget Dr.
JBS my “travel companion’s” ex who remains on the loose, fast
approaching moving to the head of the line as I see time running out for all of
us and of course should he and/or his attorney Mr. George G. Hurst be dialed in
to this communication, I say once again, “Take a very deep breath and try
not to be stupid. More than God is watching your every move.”
Better to let people think you to be a fool then to speak
out and remove all doubt was something I seemed to have mastered long before I
first heard this expression at the University of Natal, South Africa that
mainly catered to brain dead whites whose parents had failed to fight the right
fight.
Most of my friends growing up were Jewish and as much as
they suffered from the farts of their parents who had decided to bury their
heads up their own asses they were light years ahead in terms of intelligence
than our non-Jewish competitors although every so often one found a non-Jewish
person rising head and shoulders above the Jews and these exceptional
“goyim” were quickly grabbed hold of by the Jewish community,
either to help run their family businesses or simply to marry one of their
children and produce fair haired offspring with blue eyes.
As teenagers those of us with time on our hands played the
game of cards known as Klabbios which may have come out of Holland but it was
not something the Afrikaner community embraced for these folks were even more
brain dead than the average non-Jewish person who simply was doomed from the
start especially those who attended Catholic schools.
I was no better than an average card player for I spent half
the time figuring out what made my opponent tick and when it came to
“doubles” where one is teamed with another player, I would become
even more distracting trying to work out the signaling going on between our
opponents. Consequently, only a small fraction of the time was spent counting
the tricks.
The most honest thing I saw growing up in South Africa was
prostitution and although I have never once visited with a prostitute let alone
walk into a brothel I happen to believe it is perhaps the most honest of all
professions given the fact that for the most part one knows exactly what one is
getting and the prostitute knows what she is likely to expect.
This particular trade requires the most critical of due
diligence for one mistake can cost you your life to mention little of your
future prospects and before you know it one could lose an entire tribe.
Instead of looking for the lost tribe of Israel it is time
we all got our acts together and started a new tribe based on always telling
the truth, never tolerating even the smallest of white lies and never having to
worry about people who lie because lying is one of the few diseases that most
would agree is not part of our DNA and if I am wrong who the hell cares I will
be long gone and they will have a hard time pissing on my grave since I
don’t plan on being buried.
Dishonesty was everywhere growing up in South Africa and
naturally it made its way into our school system and eventually one of my
closest buddies decided that paying others to steal exam papers was not only profitable
but it would give him a shoe up when it came time join one of the 3 remaining
Big 8 Accounting firms.
One of the most interesting things to observe at my Jewish
day school when arriving in the morning and leaving in the afternoon was the
interaction of guys and the Catholic girls who attended the convent right above
although it was mostly the complete lack of interaction between the two groups
that first got me thinking this world is utterly nuts.
The Jewish kids judged the nuns running around in the
funniest of black and white garments with crosses that seemed more like daggers
indicative of the devil incarnate although we were taught that there is no such
thing as the devil forgetting the fact that we and our Jewish teachers
including the principal would start out each morning wearing these objects
placed on our foreheads and arms that looked like we attempting to communicate
with extraterrestrials as far away as Mars.
Despite our horrific warped impressions of one another's
religious beliefs those of us who attended Jewish day schools had no idea,
however, of what was going on in the Catholic cathedrals where the priests
mumbled away in Latin putting what we thought were simply the masses to sleep.
We were baffled that a group of people, the vast majority of
the world had somehow embraced someone coming from the masses not part of the
rabbinical elite who was supposed to have walked on water.
Jewish people are taught from a very early age to question
even why there would be foreshortening of their penises to mention little of
one literal English translation of “Israel” which suggests
“struggle with God” when us Jewish people are already pretty short
to begin with but we accept this “short cut” while allowing the
rabbinical elitists to “comment” ad-infinitum.
On the one hand Jewish people can be so precise especially
when it comes to joke telling and of course it is no wonder that Jewish people
have cornered the “funny market”
but on the “other
hand” many seem to feel they need a helping hand in understanding the
essence of Judaism which has the Jewish elders most of whom clearly are so busy
that they have little time for sex engaging in everlasting commentary.
Jewish people are united throughout the world with the
saying that they all believe fully expresses the essence of Judaism, “Do
unto thy neighbor as you would want done unto yourself, and the rest is
commentary” despite the fact that if one gets 10 Jewish people crowded
into a box without feeling squeezed, cattle coaches to boot, they will in all
probability erupt in to at least 11 arguments.
Jewish people love to eat yet the more religious they are
the less the food tastes given all the salting that begins when the animal is
slaughtered all the way through to when salad is served that by the time “desert” [sic]
comes along everything pretty much tastes the same, sand to boot.
I once visited a synagogue in
Being accepted in a high society religious congregation is
in many ways like getting in to a country club today, where one simply has to pay
dues and not question the organization like the Jewish Federation, God forbid there
was a requirement that their presidents and executives produce personal
financial statements that show them to be both honest and competent to dish out
charities in an equitable fashion.
Few Jewish people know much about foreshortening which is a
term of art I don’t have the foggiest idea of how to spell but today I
know just enough to knock the socks off most collectors of art who don’t know
the first thing about good art just like few people really know much about good
tasting food especially those who salt their French fries to death which is
something I just love to do and of course the days of the French playing
roughshod with world politics is close drawing to an end, Perfect Storm III
perfectly designed and engineered to drive a nail right through the hearts of
the folks that run Vivendi one of the last remaining vestiges of French Roman
Catholic aristocracy to Timbuktu, now mixed in with Jewish blood courtesy of
the Bronfman family of Seagram fame.
And I won’t get started on what one gram of alcohol
can do when mixed in with the ever pure blood of American Indians, no different
to perhaps 100 lbs of cocaine leaves which I believe results in 1 lb of cocaine
although it could be a one gram of coke.
I must remember to discuss this matter with another uncle of
mine, David Gevisser, whose main benefactor, Charles Engelhard
died of an addition to coca cola or so we were told.
David Gevisser has a son, Mark Gevisser, a gay journalist
living in
How it came to pass that my “dear uncle” could
amass a fortune, marry one of the best looking woman in South Africa who was
not a model of my mothers has baffled me from the first time I laid hands on
him to mention little of how frustrating it is to have a conversation with
someone who can take as long as 10 minutes to blurt out one sentence.
However, according to my mother who not all that no long ago
had dinner with “talkative David” who seems to come alive after a
schnapps or two, “uncle David” thought me to be a little naïve.
David Gevisser though has never though really known that much about me or for
that matter my father who was and remains head and shoulders better looking,
taller and a whole lot smarter than this poor character of a man who played
second fiddle to his crooked uncle Sol Moshal, the M
Again, I simply cannot wait to get it on with my cousin Mark
Gevisser who will undoubtedly become his father’s mouthpiece but I doubt
either of these Gevissers just like Professor “BrownNose” Brown will
think it smart to rally up the South African Indian community given the fact
that their loyalties still remain with the Gevissers from Durban particularly
those who tried to stand up to the man that sold so many families down the
tubes particularly the disenfranchised who depended on the Moshal Gevisser
Group of Companies 4 giving them credit in defiance of the Apartheid regime.
It takes just one person taking one step after the other to
do the right thing and while the Jewish people couldn’t get over the this
walking on water business they didn’t seem to have a whole lot of
difficulty working out the mathematics of what it meant for Moses to part the
Red Sea.
It is though an understanding of the Red Shift that may
unite each and every one of us in a belief of one incredible mighty force, a
power much stronger than the sum of us or anything contained in book whether it
be the Bible or simply one of my favorites, The Power of One.
First though we have to address all the untruths, all the
nonsense stuff that has been buried since time in memorial that is at the heart
of what is wrong with this world which has now got to the point of the world
being topsy turvy and what were once beautiful curves all butt forgotten.
Only once we start along a path of transparency that
requires each one of us tu learn about the beauty of art and its incredible
complexities will we begin to appreciate our own bodies and the magnificence of
this unimaginative construction that could last 4ever if we did things in
moderation, most of all we would come to realize that to strike another human
being is to strike out at God, that God has his blueprint clearly demarcated on
all our extremities but with age often wisdom gets left behind particularly
those who have allowed themselves to become other peoples’ doormats, the
mind the first organ to suffer irreparable damage.
There is a need to build back trust and respect which
combined and carefully measured = love but it
requires that each of us tu call a spade a spade and the more we unearth, the
more plants we grow, the less sugar we consume the more we will cleanse both
our souls and mother earth which is God’s gift to mankind, soul searching
made easier when we are in tune with our maker, a heartbeat away.
While young Jewish boys and girls did stuff like spinning
the bottle some of us had perfected the art of calculating the odds of kissing the
best looking woman in the group the result of acquiring terrific skills in
spinning a spindle, Catholic boys the while being fiddled to high-heaven.
In my opinion, as outrageous the conduct of Jewish people
like
The Roman Catholic Church is nothing more than the remnants
of the Roman Empire that decided to embrace certain elements of Christianity in
order to hold on to reigns of power as the world started to shift towards a
more spiritual purpose much like companies like Vivendi are simply the
offspring of those who were not decapitated during the French Revolution that
had the new leaders baring different names but the same soiled souls.
In due course I plan to launch Nsoros.org to go head-to-head
with George Soros’ soros.org. One should first start cleaning up the
disorganization in one’s own backyard, those close to home, to mention
little of the mess that occurs when those in positions of trust i.e. doctors
play with then minds of little kids, unkept houses to
boot.
The incidence, however, of sexual child abuse amongst Jewish
children is in my opinion statistically insignificant when compared to Roman Catholic
communities even though I have yet to see a comprehensive worldwide study.
Only when I was already into my mid-twenties did I get to
hear first hand about what had been occurring when choir boys were disrobing
and how the dirty minds of the priests sprung into action with each tug of
those fukukta garments while impressing upon the women crouching low to keep
producing offspring no doubt the more boys the merrier and of course they would
sprout nonsense about faith being everything no doubt different to anything
professed by the almighty, action speaks at least as loud as words, “sticks
and stones though break bones, but it is words that do the most damage.”
I had always assumed that non-Jewish people had a higher
incidence of alcoholism than Jewish people because of communion but once I got
the full drift of what people like King Golden Jnr, my former attorney and
close business colleague had to tell me I soon began to add things differently
reexamining everything about my past particularly all the nonsensical notions I
accepted as gospel although to this very day I have yet to read the Christian gospel.
I still have some difficulty reading math but have m
Christians are lumped into one group just like some may
assume I am using broad brush strokes in using King Golden Jnr as a
representative sample of Roman Catholics. Nothing could be further from the
truth for some of the greatest people ever to have lived have embraced Catholicism
to mention little of Italians who saved many Jews over the past 2,000 years
whose fundamental belief system is no different to anyone who believes in hard
work and always telling the truth.
One of the most common disparaging things Jewish people have
to say besides for the water thing is this thing about Jesus Christ being the
son of God forgetting once again that you put 10 Jewish widows in a room whose
husbands have all had their balls chopped off in one form or another believing
that circumcision was their “green light” to go at it at will, and
if their children aren’t looking they would grab hold of even King
Golden’s penis which he refers to as “Jesus” and say whatever
they think he needs to hear and be willing to do it anywhere as long as Mr.
Golden has the bucks to put them up at places like the Peninsula Hotel in
Beverly Hills.
Jewish people have this thing about water and no where is it
more evident than in Israel where water is more important than religion and of
course most Israelis are totally irreligious, they simply understand numbers,
that the sum of the parts is more than the individual components and no where
is this more apparent then when Jewish boys and girls are on the battlefield.
I too prefer to be around women than I do smelly men whose
testosterone is generally out of control although clearly today it is often
difficult to tell men apart from women to mention little of the Hyde Report
which I have yet to read but which I assume will not be as successful as M
In my quest to understand what makes people tick and which
groups are most likely to succeed the thing I would always insist on was for
anyone who came to me with a problem to have at least thought about a possible
solution. Even the dumbest and most pathological liars can find at least two
negatives deep within their souls to produce a positive. Failing to produce at
least one alternative resulted in instant dismissal.
Only once did I ever fire anyone on the spot for trying to
place their monkey on my back for the message soon spread very quickly
throughout the organization. When someone begins a conversation along the
following lines, “To tell you the truth…I haven’t been that
well lately had a little hiccup…” and you don’t happen to be
their doctor they are doing one or more of the following:
1. Not
understanding their audience, i.e. wasting both their own time as well as that
of the person they are whining to.
2. Understand
perfectly well that the person they unloading their shit is incapable of
solving their problem and simply want to screw with their head to mention
little of their time.
3. Are so
fucked up, i.e. their brain waves have so short-circuited that their neurons
have simply gone into a tailspin and they should like any crippled horse be
shot on the spot.
How it came to pass that Dr. Hendrik Verwoed the architect of
Apartheid was able to sow the seeds of Nazism so deeply into the psyche of the
white South African electorate so soon after the defeat of Hitler was something
else I pondered from an early age.
The fact that in the end he was I believe eventually
assassinated by a Greek expatriate who was said to be “mad” without
there being celebrations everywhere particularly in our Jewish day schools and
synagogues seemed quite remarkable at the time and perhaps why the first real
love of my life was a girl of Greek descent, decent though wouldn’t begin
to describe Anne George.
Verwoed was also a transplant much like my mother, an
interloper although like me my mother can barely speak a word of Afrikaans. Old
Hendrik came to South Africa from Holland, much like Hitler who came from
Austria to Germany had dark hair, dark eyes and whose very dark vision of the
world was nonetheless able to hoodwink more than a handful of folks especially
those who had become accustomed to the good life although my one uncle, Dr.
Leizer Molk who married my father’s only sister, Daphne, concluded
well before Verwoed became Prime Minister of South Africa having Nazis in power
was more than his stomach could handle and left South Africa like a bat out of
hell to Lusaka to spread free market competition an alternative to witch craft
which I assume my cousin Mark Gevisser will explore in great detail in
My father though, unlike his great
brother-in-law, Dr. Leizer Molk, would have been everything Hitler dreamed of,
a great sportsman, on and off the field, and unlike Dr. Molk and Hitler my Dad
had blue eyes, although he like Leizer and Hitler did have pitch
black hair and a brain no one has yet been able to boot and my mother not
only had a great figure and an incredible mind for numbers but she would also
be my father’s staunchest supporter during the 30 years of their marriage
although it was Daphne Gevisser Molk who had the balls to tell it exactly right
to the man who sold her father, my grandfather, Israel “Issy”
Gevisser and my Dad, down the drain when this rather despicable man, Sol
Moshal, once visited with the Molks in Lusaka,
Northern Rhodesia, now known as Zambia; and of course God knows better than to simply
have Sol Moshal rot in his casket.
Where in the 10 Commandments does it say anything about
being buried in an elaborate casket although there is no mention sum might
argue of the church getting a “kick back” from the funeral
directors who charge the families an “arm and a leg” for the privilege
of attracting the termites.
I only recently heard how Daphne who has since passed away
told off the man who would later engineer the first “crooked”
leverage buyout of a public company in South Africa although there are many
like me who know perfectly well there is little if any good that comes from the
business of leverage buyouts which usually results with the shareholders left sucking on to the hind tit
to mention little of the employees.
By the way, my dog Pypeetoe, is the one with the Pythagoras
universal sign on his neck sucking off the furthest nipple away from his
mother’s rear end.
I thank God for all His blessings including forcing my Dad
and my siblings to have to work for a living, never having to worry about anyone
approaching the executors of NextraTerrestrial.com looking for my “ill-gotten”
gains.
In due course my mother will be making a contribution to the
South African Truth Commission WITH TEETH of perhaps the last remaining
property in her “bloc-buster.com” hands that has a bird’s eye
view of
Those monies could first come into the coffers of
NextraTerrestrial.com before being dished out fairly and squarely with
NextraTerrestrial.com taking no more than a 1 percent fee “handling fee.”
Bloc-buster.com will in due course be stringing up strategic
alliances with organizations and individuals around the world who to some
extent or another may have been co-opted by evil doers in shooting their poison
tipped arrows and now want to do the right thing and ante up a buck or tTOo.
I do have a rather large nose although my “travel
companion” refers to it these days as “long, like your dog.”
Any comparison to my dog I take as a compliment.
When Daphne told off Sol Moshal who we referred to as “The
little King” for favoring his closest relative, David Gevisser, over the other
Gevisser offspring and his response, “You have more spunk than all the
Gevissers combined” that should have been a rallying cry for all the
Gevissers to get on board and tug together and of course it should come as no surprise
to anyone that we have our share of gays although when one does a search on
Then Internet it looks like not only does Mark Gevisser talk for all of us, the
big mouth that he is, but many are left with the impression that we are all
gay.
Now of course we like to party a lot and at last count 40%
of us are confirmed to be gay which seems these days in line with the rest of
the morphing going on around the world, one way to keep the population down.
Sol Moshal was tasked with running the combined holdings of
the Moshals and the Gevissers known as the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies
which traded everything from coffee and tea to every type of soft good
imaginable never to forget Jute which I have no doubt was stuffed with South
Africa’s richest crop commonly known as “dagga.”
A “bad” or “mild” crop back in the
1960s and 1970s was probably equivalent to the most potent mariju
I learned a lot from all the business talk that went on
during our dinner conversations growing up and the need to never kowtow to
bullies let alone allow a left of left leftist to ever again grab hold of the
reigns of power especially one who has had an Ivy League education who along
with a harmonious voice is capable of using the English language, ripped out of
the Roman Latin, to wreck havoc on the masses, the young to boot and why in
God’s name when their leader Bill “Can’t keep his pants
on” Clinton came to power why folks like King Golden and his right of
right wing ally and bar-fly swatting buddy,
“Hilary and mine’s first
order of business the instant we clean out what remains of old man George Bush
Senior’s belongings assuming we cannot sell it for more than a nickel, we
will begin proceedings to investigate corruption within the Roman Catholic
Church in dioceses starting out at the most south western tip of the United
States of America, commonly known as San Diego.
We will be calling witnesses such as
King Golden Jnr., his wife who has a PhD in early child education and now a Head
Start big wig although I have yet to sniff out Mrs. Golden but I think we can
take Mr. King Golden’s word on it that he wife achieved her post graduate
degree without lying stealing or cheating unlike what we all know went on at
that fukukta Law School in Virgin territory a breeding ground for disaffected
Roman Catholic Choir boys…Oops, Monica leave that alone right
now…Of course I can understand the appeal you Jew
girls have for us goys” [sic].
And of course we heard nothing from Billy “Bob
Horny” Clinton or his Hollywood gang bangers on these matters or how the
Roman Catholic Church’s fixation on sex, breeding fear in young
impressionable minds to mention little of the guilt that then leads to sex
offenders now showing up everywhere, possibly even in our own well-to-do
neighborhoods.
Never to forget my letting Sol Moshal know just a few years
before he died why he would never rest peacefully that whenever I visited
Durban, South Africa I would make a point of pissing on his grave.
I did not know at the time that in Iceland pissing on
someone’s grave was apparently a sign of respect but for the same token I
hadn’t yet worked out why the ants are taking over the world.
I am as certain that Bernie and
I left South Africa just before I was 21 and don’t
recall once ever meeting Sol Moshal who was regarded as one of the leaders of
the Jewish community, the others fearful of the “anti-Semitic”
backlash never let the true story be told just like they never banded together
when another crook by the name of Eldred Savell who
stole millions from Jews and non-Jews alike found refuge in Israel to mention
little of the Lazarus, “capo family”
from Durban, South Africa who openly backed the Nazi Nationalist Government, a
family that had for the most part escaped the horrors of Germany.
There is a story I recently heard of a South African boxer
who attended the 1936 Olympic Games in
Later when war broke out this boxer ventured via submarine
to
Leizer Molk put his formal medical education first to work
when accompanying mules to
If they are not in real estate investing ill-gotten gains
then they are trying to flog someone else’s property and when they get
truly desperate they open a coffee shop and hope I don’t calling wanting
them to make a charitable contribution to the Blacks of Southern Africa.
South Africans in general have a pretty good reputation as
hard workers who take care of their own, community conscious blah
blah but I have yet to see the financial records
of any of them that would demonstrate beyond a shadow of a doubt that their
success is all due to hard work.
I look forward to being proven wrong on this as my hope is
that without exception all of them will be very forthcoming with producing
financial statements of their businesses as we start collecting from those who
have been the most rapacious until such time as we have the world economy back
in balance.
I happen to also pay a lot of attention to the detail all
compliments of the one job I held during a university vacation where my cousin,
Now these are the sorts of things we were raised as kids not
to speak about but the problem is that with each generation looking at their
elders who play it fast and loose it shouldn’t come as a surprise that
the entire would is now completely topsy turvy.
It really doesn’t take a rocket scientist to sew two
pieces of fabric together but it takes a financial genius to be able to mark it
as well as the labor up some 50% although the real profit is made mostly on the
fabric which as a result of over and under invoicing has the bulk remaining
offshore where it is never taxed by any government bureaucracy.
And of course as Jewish people we can justify not trusting
the government to dispense appropriately with a system of justice that has for
some 2.000 years wrecked havoc on Jewry around the world.
And so once everyone can justify why they cannot trust
anyone and that each one of us has to cut corners then it is just a matter of
time before the cloth doesn’t fit and we all start to look rather funny
much like men who when they grow older have their torso shrinking so much so
that they begin to look like Charlie Chaplin with their belt now tucked under
their heart while their legs remain at the same length stickier and crankier as
they get older, to mention little of their smelly organs.
As folks read this I have a sneaky suspicion that their
farts are rather smelly especially those who have been pigs at
the trough. My Dad and his brother in law Leizer Molk are without doubt the
only two exceptions I know besides for
I never read Dale Carnegie’s book, How to win friends
and influence people but I have made it a habit of studying people ever so
closely starting with my own family, friends, and business acquaintances and
decided in the end it is far more satisfying being in business alone and not
having to worry about someone trying to stab you in the back which is mostly
what I hear when on occasion I visit with folks from the “old
country.”
There is only one thing worse than boring old folks it is
those who constantly fart. Dr. Leizer Molk, besides for getting out of South
Africa before all the rot
was able to penetrate his mind is perhaps the best joke teller in our family
which doesn’t really mean very much when you consider how pathetic the
Gevissers and Ashes are at telling jokes rarely if ever able to keep a straight
face, perhaps the worst poker players on the planet although when we put our
minds to it and folks don’t cheat we play a pretty game of klabbios.
There is one joke Leizer tells about a talking frog that for
life of me I cannot remember but the punch line fits in with what I think of a
Cinderella book my mother and my step-father recently published called, The
Winking Cat, and why I just hope my dog doesn’t start talking in English
although I think he has French mastered. Certainly Pypeetoe responds better to
my French-C
Few if any people in their right minds would have paid a
dime for this particular piece of trash although I did use the pages recently
to start a fire in our rock cabin and fortunately I didn’t need to open
the vent of the chimney for whenever I would day dream I would see this story
appearing on the ceiling and I would feel compelled to pull it all together which
would interfere with my unified theory of the universe that I can see in
mathematical terms but have yet to fully explain on paper.
Now I am talking about The Winking Cat book which is made up of fact and fiction that leaves one
cold especially when one of the things the “English
transplants” advocate is getting rid of pets as the stroking of an
animal is supposed to effect “your sex life” and then my mother and
step-father go, once every one of the books have been sold although they were
mostly just given away as book ends, much like the One Minute M
Now there is no reason to suspect that either
For years now I have carried with me a MasterCard credit
card with my mother’s name on it and the back is signed, “Charlie Chaplin.”
The card had the same number as a credit card which was in my own name but
every so often I used the “
One time I was with my “travel companion” in
My mother though didn’t find any of this funny and she
let me know how she felt when she called me back in December 2001 while I was
visiting Minehead, England where I had just bought a property with only this
“
Because I had planned on going on a long hike and
didn’t want to deal with carrying any excess baggage including my
passport I just held on to this one credit card as I had lost the one in my
name.
So as to prevent my mother from having another stroke I
simply dropped the “Charlie Chaplin” MasterCard in the mailbox.
Neither my mother nor my step father ever let me know whether they received my
credit card “gift” nor for that matter did I notice any charges on
my statement that seemed unfamiliar although I rarely check my statements.
Today even the credit card companies know not to mess with me.
The “Charlie Chaplan”
MasterCard had to have stunk like hell considering the fact that I had kept it
in my back pocket while traversing the slopes of the “mountain
range” in and around my property in the southwest countryside of England
which despite the all the diseases that now afflict the British in addition to
them being considered by many, mostly of course the French as a bunch of
“drunks”, still has more sheep and cows roaming around than
anything I had ever witnessed while growing up in Africa, which reminds me once
again of something my uncle Leizer told me about when he first went to a game
reserve in Northern Rhodesia some hundred odd years ago when there was as much
as “hundred herd of elephants.”
For sum reason my uncle doesn’t seem to remember my
eldest brother once setting light to the curtains of home in
Fortunately or unfortunately, Leizer has two sons who happen
to be physicians with specialties in everything from knowing how to stop a
hundred ton houseboat with one hand to a specialty in cardiology that would
have most of the other cardiologists I know left stone cold based on the number
of procedures Barry Molk has performed in the 100 odd years he has been
perfecting his craft, not to be confused with art.
I still have to figure out what Dr-Associate Professor Barry
Molk does for a living although like his father he is constantly on the road
and for all I know he could have a fleet of mobile cardiology units
crisscrossing the planet giving on the spot angiograms and “angioplastics”
[sic] to boot and I am certain he would find our yellow plastic armchairs which
have to be as comfortable as his father once did.
Whenever a Jewish person makes it in a sport say soccer or
rugby it is celebration time for it means that our inbreeding has not reached
the point of no return. And when one of us has the smarts to give up practicing
medicine albeit with two specialties like my “cousin” David Moshal
the son of Michael
Moshal it is proof positive that those incredible genes should not be lost
on another hairy Jewish
woman.
Within 8 months of Professor Moshal sending me that letter
congratulating my going “toe to toe” scrumming with a bunch of
“women rugby players” albeit the “world champions” he
was dead at the ripe old age of 45.
People who drive with their eyes constantly looking in the
rear view mirror eventually become short-sighted and why perhaps why for nearly
a decade I did very little driving and of course I was capable of driving
anyone that lived with me nuts somehow though m
I have noticed that my father with age has begun to
exaggerate but given all his other incredible attributes I turned a blind eye
to this even though I consider someone who exaggerates no different to someone
who tells outright lies. When one allows even white lies to be told one is
creating an environment to breed another politician and we have enough already.
It is a good thing that some of my cousins are very bright
but why they have to be also good looking is something I plan to take up with
God when we next meet. Nothing, however, gives me better protection than for
everyone on this planet to think my uncle Leizer and his sons and my cousins by
“social intercourse” are wealthier than me and the older I can make
them out to be the better.
I believe that only if one is in the public light, involved
with anything that draws from the public funds, whether it be a government job
or a company taking the public’s money, i.e. monies obtained from pension
funds, then we should know everything there is to know about that individual
and the people running those organizations, whether they be government
officials or simply folks in charge of charities, otherwise the rest of the
folks on this planet, those working hard simply trying to make ends meet should
be left completely alone unless of course it looks like their kids are at risk
and in which case anyone pointing a finger had pretty be dam sure that they
have all the facts and not find themselves simply in situation which has 3
fingers pointing back at them, i.e. never interfere into what is nothing more
than a family dispute.
Einstein may have finally been touched with light when
he at least thought to himself, “How many coincidences does it take
before it is no longer a coincidence?” My "travel companion"
and I are on our 9th year of traveling though life together on an
incredible journey and my plan is to help her 10-year-old son launch on the www.grubbygrub.com website a series of toe cartoon characters
coupled with games
for all audiences and of course I expect him to promote the Ccrest Bed
& Breakfast Café that we are fortunate enough to own.
[2] We even
shared a fiat
spider that began on the right
footing with AU, the symbol for gold. It was impressed on me from a very early
age that I was fortunate enough to be born with a “Golden”
last name and at no time was it more apparent than when I placed just one ad
more than a decade ago in a South African Sunday newspaper that read, “A
Name From Here You Can Trust Over There.”
[3] Mr.
“English” [sic] suggested I contact Matt Potter of the Reader, an
“alternative mind reader” no doubt. His voice message reads as
follows:
“Hello JW August. After
thinking about this for a couple of days and I did actually talk to the
gentleman [
I wish you luck. I would make a suggestion, um
you want to hear it. At the Reader which is the alternative publication here in
town, and they’re a fearless bunch, Matt Potter is their investigative
guy, M-A-T-T P-O-T-T-E-R. Check him out,
he’s got a good rap, he could do it and at the Union Trib,
um the investigative guy over there, at least the guy the most active that
might be most interested is a guy named
David Washburn, W-A-S-H-B-U-R-N. So the
Reader you’ve got Potter and Washburn, they’re I guess, they
are the only other people in town who really do this stuff full time
Good
luck to you” [sic].
[4] Back in
late 1998 a prospective client, the president of HomeFed
a “spin off” of Leucadia National Corporation one of the more
successful financial institutions on Wall Street called Mr. Amos
Wright for a reference on me. I was pretty much a “shoe in” for
an 8 week assignment that called for me to essentially do nothing more than help
the President clean the files off his desk.
Less than 3 weeks after the assignment began I ended up in
hospital the result of sleep deprivation and a journey through hell which as we
know is only here on earth. The president of Leucadia National, the “parent
company” of HomeFed had recommended me for this
“clean
up” job but let Mr. Borden, the president of HomeFed
make the final decision in hiring me for a dimwit job that would ultimately be
my “shoe in” to the inner sanctums of the elite of the elite Wall
Streeters.
On December 31st 1998 just two days after
spending sum 10 days and God only knows how I got through the nights regaining
my weight and stamina in Santa Monica’s St. Johns Hospital for the
medically impaired where I had the pleasure of meeting a whole lot more
interesting people than the rounded shouldered “spacemen” [sic]
running HomeFed I produced my “not so
happy” Status Report that obviously had the boys at the top taking
careful notice. I seem to recall that the stock of Homefed
was trading at around 20 cents a share when I first started my rounds. On
I was, however, warned right from the start by Mr. Amos
Wright who called me immediately after putting the phone down to Mr. Borden.
What I recall is Mr. Wright in his customary no nonsense style asking,
“Why in heaven’s name would you want to work for someone whose
first question to me was, “Does Mr. Gevisser get on with everyone?”
I responded to Mr. Wright, “At least Mr. Borden is consistent. This was
pretty much the same question he first asked me while paying more attention to
the shoes I was wearing then the astonishment that came across my face.”
I got a real kick out of Mr. Wright’s standard no nonsense knuckleball
response to Mr. Borden’s moronic question, “Your Yes men will kill
you.”
Mr. Wright is a classic example of someone who never let his
formal education interfere with his learning.
My relationship with the firm of Finkelstein and Krinsk all
began rather innocently when a mutual cardiologist friend arranged a dinner at
a restaurant where only Mr. Krinsk was present. Mr. Finkelstein had received a
“banning
order” from the owner of the restaurant that had him now feeling a
whole lot better.
Not only was he depriving himself of rather foul food but
the chit chat between the matre de and his lover is
something only those deprived of the essence of life would find amusing,
ipsofacto why this particular restaurant is a favorite amongst some of the
world’s top cardiologists.
While one cardiologist and the wives were distracted by the
duet another cardiologist sought companionship with my “travel companion”
although her red feathered hat did in fact steal the show. During the curtain
calls however,
[6] The
collapse of the stock market will inevitably lead to a point where the
intrinsic value of a company is more than what a company trades which then
invites the worst of the worst off the sidelines, the so-called “bottom
fishes” who do more than simply throw sand in to the works while looking
like they are the “white
knights” in what is commonly
referred to as a “work out.”
They end up kicking sand, oil and grit into the eyes of
momworker63s,
orphans, widows and pensioners who are already “brainne dead” [sic] by
cutting “kick back” deals with the m
Sucking
on the hind tit can only be headed off by an immediate suspension in the
trading of public companies.
Back in 1970 my family’s business, Moshal Gevisser, was one of the
first so-called “leveraged buyouts” of a public company in South
Africa where the bottom fisher, aka Natie Kirsch, was able to cut a deal with
the CEO of the company, a family relative, that then afforded Mr. Kirsch the
wherewithal to borrow most, if not all, the money needed to buy out the
majority of the shareholders who had been spun a line, lies to boot with the
accountants and lawyers all bought off, and within a very short time frame the
new owners sold off all the assets of the company, mostly real estate put
thousands of families out of work, particularly minorities, my farther
included, that then propelled Mr. Kirsch into the biggest mug’s game of
them all, i.e. insurance., as in A.G.
[7] Not every MD may agree
with this and I look forward to a blind
study test that will show that many MDs lack at a minimum good bedside
manners across the board, just ask their nurses who they are not sleeping with.
[8] HomeFed Corporation has pretty much the same shareholders
as Leucadia National Corporation [LUK] that was spun out of LUK back in 1998.
Interesting to note that the chairman Joe Steinberg apparently didn’t
take out any compensation in fiscal year 2000. I stopped paying attention to HomeFed on
Despite Leucadia’s involvement in a $6 billion joint
venture with Warren “BO”
Buffet I continue to believe that Joe Steinberg remains one of the very best
corporate executives not just in the United States but can hold his own
anywhere in the world, Donny Gordon included.
This is still not “a
paid for commercial” for Mr. Steinberg despite him having bought some
fish from me during the summer of 2002 and nor do I own any shares in any of
his companies; in fact I don’t own any shares even though I know how to
make not simply billions but trillions given where the stock market is headed
unless President Bush takes my advice to immediately suspend
trading of public corporations.
Quite a bit has happened since I sent that E-mail on July 23rd
2002 to the folks at the Fox Network to mention little of their non-response
response which was very telling considering the reaction I got from those on my
mailing list; action reaction just like in the raising of children.
Naturally there were not as many hyperlinks on that E-mail as
there are today. It is rare that I change more than a single word or tTOo in
anything I send out that I then save on my website directory adding however
other hyperlinks that tend to keep the folks coming back and asking, “What’s Next?”
My uncle, Joe Ash and my mother “pretty much”
controlled the press. She was in the PR and model agency business. Had anyone
dared to write a negative story about the “flesh peddling” business
or worse yet how the pharmaceutical companies made out like bandits by selling
skin-lightening products to the black market it is likely their revenues would
have dropped precipitously much like what SCALs [Shareholder Class Action
Litigators] look for when first deciding what publicly traded companies to
attack.
My mother by the way did in fact dissuade one foreign
conglomerate, I think it was “Unievil”
[sic] from selling skin lighteners but that didn’t stop others, like Twins Pharmaceuticals from
picking up the slack.
A general rule of thumb is that a sudden increase or
decrease in the value of anything brings with it the forebodings of something unkosher. I was raised in an orthodox Jewish home and I
know a thing or two about “dos and don’ts” and of course a
lot about hairdos. My mother also ran the number one charm school business in
the country.
And of course I can produce all the charm in the world once
I see folks smiling naturally. Unfortunately there is a lot of put-on
everywhere and until such time as we put the most rapacious to bed, turn off
their lights completely without the need for additional bloodshed none of us
should rest easy.
Providing everyone with their needs is easy pickings. The
more difficult part of the equation is getting rid of the “wants”
and the wannabees.
First one starts with taking the crybabies on an educational
journey by converting them in to worker bees and before we know it we will have
honey bees and baby bees and enough wax to plug into our ears to protect the snorers
at all cost.
The next part should be even easier convincing folks who do
bad that they will return to the face of the earth as ants for the simple
reason that the ants are taking over + the fact that if I am right and so far
all the evidence seems to support my contention that e=mc² is proof positive of
both Evolution as well as “The hand of God.”
With that said, I could have used my “insight”
which is a far cry from “insider trading” and made at least a
billion dollars or tTOo from shorting the two Vivendis
during the 6+ month period prior to sending my email to Fox Network given the
fact that I knew for “certain” the French boys with their U.S.
underlings were up to no good, i.e. desperate people act desperately, as in one
week or so after meeting with Governor Davis in the State House, the Chief
Executive of U.S. Filter, wholly owned subsidiary of Vivendi Environmental then
met with the two co-m
I not only failed to short even one share of Vivendi stock
but I never even got a ride on any of their jets so neatly parked near a desert
spring known as Palm Springs. There are a lot of things that “spring tTOo mind” right
now none more so than my significant other who is pictured here walking on top
of the beach wall that borders the “pink house” which happens to
belong to the former head and founder of U.S. Filter, Dick Heckman, who I
happened to have sat across from over a rather pleasant lunch which marked the
breaking point in a rather interesting ride I had with Mr. Dan Weinstein the
co-m
The individual who set up the meetings for the top dogs of
U.S. Filter to meet with the all-powerful governor of
U.S. Filter happen to own some 42,000 acres of not exactly
prime real estate in the Imperial Irrigation District but which is more than
piece of dog meat at least the Bass Brothers thought so when they sold it to
Dick Heckman.
Water has a way of bringing folks not simply together but
into realty check. I now have these Wetherly Capital folks check mated and the
only question is who is willing to stick their neck out alongside me in
bringing these folks to justice.
One final footnote. Just in the time period between December
11, 2002 when I sent out my “Hey” E-mail I could have made at least
another billion dollars or tTOo just on AIG and Berkshire Hathaway stock and
how many folks would have then called me “mad” to mention little of
the benefits of being “dead write” [sic]?.
On February 4th alone there were almost 36
million shares traded of AIG. On November 8th of last year, which
happens to be “Hey’s”
birthday, AIG was trading at some $65 per share. Two months later to the day it
was down sum 28%, a $47 billion odd drop in market capitalization and of course
I nor anyone close to me traded a single share.