To whom it may
concern:
This
communication is a joint husband and wife effort, but before getting in to the
“knotty gritty” [sic] of why we are pleading “not
guilty” to the offense of Maggie, our chocolate Labrador, LIC [License] #
177587 being “unleashed”
as written on
the “traffic” ticket 146887,
D.M.M.C. 4.08.020 (A)
RESTRAINT OF DOG
I, Marie Dion
Stewart, would have far preferred to have paid the ticket of sum $160 in the
first place, willing even at this time to pay the $450, the result of my
current husband’s tardiness, so as to be done with it.
Again,
speaking for myself, although French is my first language, my English when it,
is, all said and done, is, very likely, superior in every respect to that of my
husband, Mr. Gary, Steven, Gevisser, who is responsible for typing this communication
his ability to type in excess of 130 words per minute perhaps the only thing I
am certain of other than of course I love him, i.e. I trust and respect his
judgment most, if not all the time, certainly, in recent times.
Stewart, the
last name on my California driver’s license comes from my former husband, who
has yet to recognize that this past April 22nd Mr. Gevisser and I
were married, although “an accomplice” of his, Ms. Kathryn Murry, appears to
have been responsible for Mr. Gevisser receiving an email on our marriage day
that invited a dialogue between my husband and the local branch of the FBI.
In drawing
further attention to themselves by suggesting that my husband was now on the
FBI’s “watch list”, Mr. Gevisser immediately responded, setting the stage for
putting them “on ice”, once again,
“I very much appreciate
the fact that you are increasing the circle of those people dependant upon my
communications for their insight and analysis of the events of the day. This is
a very affirmative and positive step on your part that is highly appreciated.”
Suffice to say
the last name Stewart will soon to be rubbed out, as in erased, not to be
confused with the English word for an eraser which is “rubber” a word North
Americans often use for contraceptives.
Mr. Gevisser
was born and raised in South Africa for sum 21 years, very much a “nanny’s
boy”, again just my opinion, since I only “met him 4 real” [sic] after he had
been living in the United States of America sum 15 odd years, he and I now
having “co-habituated” [sic] for going on a decade.
To be clear on
this point about meeting him “for real” I did bump into him twice before once
at a funeral for the brother of his former pal-attorney Mr. King Golden Jnr.
Esq., King, not to be confused with the band Gipsy Kings despite having quite
the melodic voice, King having, however, the penchant for melodrama, his
pensmanship, different to his swordsmanship, rather good, again according to
Mr. Gevisser, not that King hasn’t thought at least once of being the Queen of
England,
Nor
For that
matter is Mr. Golden to the best our knowledge queer, Mr. Gevisser not tu be
confused with his gay cousin Mark Gevisser, a prominent South African author
and journalist currently tasked with writing the autobiography of Thabo Mbeki, the
president of South Africa.
Gary now
wanting me tu mention in passing The Gipsy Tea and Coffee Company once part of
The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies and it goes almost without saying that
Gary would have me mention that “Gip” spelled backwards is “Pig” and now I have
this “sigh” look on my face much like what u c in the “Armani tie” hyperlink were u at this time hooked
up to The Internet reading this communication like the rest of the folks on
Gary’s email list who he tells me is “a statistically valid representative
sampling of the wor.d’s literate population” [sic].
At the time of
Mr. Golden’s brother’s funeral I was pregnant with my first child, his
“untimely” death, Mr. Golden’s younger brother that is, no need for me to get
into the details of what caused the breakup of my first marriage to Dr. “Sperm
Donor” JBS, the nickname “Sperm Donor” sumthing I think Gary only recently
began using perhaps having picked up such a designation from the one
co-executor of his estate Mr.
Gary concerned
that I would forget to mention how he had a speeding ticket dismissed despite
pleading guilty after sending a 6 odd page document similar in many respects to
this to:
Judge administering “trial-by-mail” 4 “moving violations.”
Subject: Speeding Ticket number 53569 RV – Date of violation
Date:
Furthermore,
Gary would like me to point out that
I, that is, Marie Dion, happen to be quite the
skeptic well aware having been raised Roman Catholic how organized religious
institutions cater to folks wanting to belong, much easier especially if one is
logically minded to take the position, “I don’t believe in God, period.”
Living with
Gary is not exactly easy but he does have a way of making certain you get a
good nights sleep his mental gymnastics on a par with his aptitude for being a
great lover, skip, skip, skip.
I am wanting
to get Gary out of the house right now so that I can get on with doing other
things while every so often thinking about how incredibly logical he is when
making the case for G-D not only existing, that there is no such thing as
coincidences but why he, G-D, that is, would have Gary give me such a pain in
my rear end, only though on very rare occasions, and let me be very clear on
this point of sex, not only am I always in the driver’s seat, I have him on the
shortest of leashes and if he were to go so far as to place a nude photo of me
on the Internet without my permission I will not simply “yank his chain” kicking
him to “high heaven” but when he returns to the plains of Africa as nothing
more than an ant I will have my herd of ant-eaters seeking him out day in and
day out to the point that he would become so sleep deprived that rather than
continue the battle working up the food chain ladder he would simply “resign
his king”, stretch himself real thin and let the rest of the Lost Tribe of
Israel walk all over him.
Gary now
reminding me to let you know that there is no such thing as a “generation gap”
only a “credibility gap.”
He also feels
it necessary that I remind you of my one expression which he seems to like a
lot, “When the dialogue becomes two monologues it is the beginning of the end.”
According to
Gary, King Golden’s brother was either not “paying attention” at an
intersection out in Hamet just east of San Diego, or he, again, Mr. Golden’s
brother was simply getting confused with his “lefts and writes” [sic].
Gary who is
ambidextrous is now wanting me to say something about Shakespeare’s, “Romans,
friends, country men, blah blah” but I refuse to allow him more
access to my mind than that which I deem prudent nor will I allow him to throw
in his insight into the problems plaguing the insurance industry at this time.
According to
Gary there is yet another possibility of what caused King Golden’s brother to
be “blind sided” that he was just thinking of how if his elder brother King was
in fact Queen of England such a tragic accident could be “apportioned” to the
British who drive on the wrong side of the road, and the reason Gary gives for
King only possibly being elected Queen of England is because a Mr.
Gary now
telling me that by simply constantly looking to one’s left and right,
exercising the scalene muscle in the neck one can avoid repetitive stress
injuries such as carpal tunnel syndrome, the pain in the wrist being often if
not entirely “referred pain” coming from the neck, which has somewhat of a logical
ring to it especially if one considers that before computers were introduced
into the workplace few typists complained as they went about moving both their
necks and their arms especially when using manual typewriters but then again
perhaps back then there were not as many whiners around as there are today,
Gary now wanting me to add the word “agree” at the end of this sentence, agree?
Now the other
time Gary and I met before we got together in earnest was at King Golden house,
Mr. Golden and I former neighbors, where Gary was wearing a shocking pink
sweater belonging to the wife of Mr. Golden who I am supposedly credited with
in helping get her PhD in early child education from Berkley University, and
now Gary is wanting me to mention how Earnest Oppenheimer the kingpin of the
Oppenheimer Diamond-Gold family from South Africa should be brought to trial
here in the United States for violating our Anti-Trust laws, Gary now telling
me that Earnest is long dead, and so apparently is his son Harry but that
Gary’s former relation plays on a cricket team captained by Nicholas
Oppenheimer who is apparently still alive and well living off the family’s
ill-gotten gains.
Gary feels it
necessary to point out that Harry Oppenheimer should not be confused with Harry
Strous who Gary liked a lot, who was part of the Strous butcher family, Harry’s
sister in law apparently once eaten by a pride of lions while vacationing at a
local game reserve in Natal, South Africa, Gary’s former backyard.
Gary insists
that I ask you if you have come across the 378 odd page deposition taken by Mr.
According to
Gary, I have not read this deposition, not even certain if such an event took
place, Mr. Krinsk who was not having necessarily his best day was having a bit
of a problem in expressing himself to the point that the gentleman being
deposed couldn’t ascertain whether
I don’t know
exactly why Gary feels the need for me to tell you that he and I only recently
become co-dependants, the result of Gary getting himself a dog, an Italian
Greyhound who has a way of getting everything he wants, his facial expressions
perhaps more telling than any single person I have met and being an artist
painter, my preference to paint nudes, I tend to pay attention to such details.
Gary also
feels at this time that for clarification purposes only that I mention you may
have heard of Mr. Golden who he calls a “cry baby” perhaps the nicest words
coming out of Mr. Gevisser’s mouth as it pertains to Mr. Golden in quite some
time, Mr. Golden apparently while still in his 20s running for the United
States Congress against a 30 year incumbent and losing according to my husband
by just a few hundred votes, perhaps the same amount of votes that our great
President George W. Bush won by in the State of Florida during the last
Presidential elections, my husband apparently having a hand in that victory,
him now telling me that the phone records to Mr. Golden and Ms. Valerie Schulte
both glued to a TV set in Ms. Schulte’s Georgetown home on November 8th
2000, part of the strong circumstantial evidence in his, Gary’s, possession.
Please
understand that Gary insists he is not trying to control me, like my former
husband who got more than a number of things very much wrong in two
declarations he signed “under penalty of perjury” including Gary having “bought
me off” my leaving money around the house these days in all different spots
just so that Gary not be embarrassed about asking me for money, although I know
that if he were really desperate he would simply go to the “Loot
box” where all the household change is kept including at least one $5 bill
first using those monies to buy say a Thanksgiving Turkey, very likely feeding someone
he met along the way before returning to the house often “empty handed.”
Gary further
informs me that u may or may not know that Georgetown is adjacent to Washington
DC where Ms. Schulte works as an attorney for the National Association of Broadcasters [NAB] which my husband believes should
either be banned or at a minimum open their books to an audit to be performed
by a Mr.
My husband is
also insisting that I mention that Mr. Golden back in 1972 was standing
alongside Senator Muskie, the Democratic Party “front runner” all poised to
take on President Nixon in the General Election, when the Senator losing his
composure, my husband now suggesting that I throw in the possibility of the
Senator having developed the runs while “crying like a big baby” apparently
because his wife had charged “to much on her Citicorp
Credit Card” [sic].
And I feel it
only appropriate to mention that Gary is my financial advisor having called the
“ebb and flow” of the markets, both the stock as well as the commodity markets better than what he often refers to as
the “average Joe Blow.”
Please
understand I have no idea whether everything my husband has told me about Mr.
Golden is the truth because I have never really been interested in politics
having arrived in this country from Montreal, Canada probably around the time
Mr. Gevisser emigrated from South Africa in March 1978, but unlike Mr. Gevisser
I remain a French Canadian citizen living off my “green card”, my wits always
strategically placed, my assets securely deposited and may I add always living
well within my means, my wants really if ever having exceeded my needs, if only
though Gary would be more handy around the house, although I can tell he is
really trying to pick up after himself his backpack often containing his dirty
laundry which he tries to get done when working at The Cave which is finally
getting to look like its old self again, at one time Gary keeping this spot
absolutely spotless, reminding me at this time of how the spider webs and dust
that collects gives him not only a sense of whether one or too uninvited guests
have been around snooping but he tells me he can gauge pretty much exactly who
by the imprints they leave behind, which I happen to think is a bunch of
gobbledygook.
My husband
also insists that I say my coming to America was “tu escape” the English losers
who fled north after the American War of Independence, a date my “too” [sic]
American children may possibly know precisely.
I should
further add that I have never been on welfare and it would be only right at this
point before I hand things over to Mr. Gevisser that I tell you he has quite
the track record of never “lying, stealing or cheating” or so he tells me, but
then again it is my experience that one can never hide one’s true character
indefinitely, eventually who you are will reveal itself.
Moreover, I
have been in the room no more than 20 seconds at the tops while he has been
typing away, now he is saying something about “mental telepathy” although he
says he is just talking on his cell phone to Mr. Krinsk.
So in a
nutshell, if you were to decide to impose such a fine without us being given
“our day in court” that would be just fine with me allowing me to spend my time
on more important matters such as raising my two children while getting my art
career into “high gear” my 4 plus years studying under
SIG who is also known as Pypeetoe as well as Hoss as well as simply dog last night was
handed down Gary’s last remaining cashmere sweater, G-D only knows what Gary
has done with the rest of his clothes.
I should end
off by acknowledging that I know from my husband that Quantum Mechanics that
guides pretty much everything we do these days, including the Digital Age
precludes “certainty”, dealing only in “probabilities” Mr. Gevisser’s command
of mathematics and physics very possibly superior to that of mine despite the
fact that I “skipped” two grades at school because of my analytical skills, Mr.
Gevisser telling me that the only thing he couldn’t skip altogether while going
to Carmel College the Jewish Day School in Durban, South Africa from
kindergarten up to the first weeks of his final year of high school was
constantly noticing how Jewish girls had more hair on their legs than someone
like myself who he insists I throw in is 1/64th Indian.
Thank you, Marie,
and u 2, whoever u r.
I am in as much a
rush to get this over with as my incredible wife who did not hear my rendition
this morning of “It’s a beautiful day” by the Irish rock group U2 and had u been
at our great Sunset Party this past Saturday-Sunday u would have got tu meet my
wife who is incredibly beautiful in the flesh as well as see one of her first
works of art, a pastel, full frontal nude of someone possibly her elder sister
who is tu the best of my knowledge also 1/64th Indian, my having
only seen a nude photo of Danielle Dion from the waist up and I can assure you
the breasts depicted on this “one of a kind” painting with all its flaws is
nothing like those breasts in that one photo, Danielle Dion not tu be confused
with Marie’s 14 year old who also has the first name Danielle.
I will begin from
where Marie Dion [Gevisser] left off, “baring in mind”
[sic] that while writing this communication I am also working on several other
communications as is customary during these times when I am hard pressed 4
time, one of the most important communications possibly being a follow up email
to Bill Doyle
of Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach [MWBHL], the 2,000 pound law firm
specializing in SCALs as in Shareholder Class Action Lawsuits, deciding what photos to
include as hyperlinks in this communiqué which is geared towards doing nothing
short of “lighting a fire” under the belly of these rascals albeit them about
to slim down, taking the most time.
Although in the
world of “corporate workouts” the term is “getting a hair cut” which is very
much in sync with a Jewish get, a get, as u may or
may not know is the equivalent of getting one’s testicles chopped off during
divorce proceedings, Melvyn “Wisemyass” Weiss the 1,000 pound gorilla based in
New York City and Bill “Givemehair” Lerach in the midst of a rather messy
divorce that they would both prefer remain out of the spotlight to mention just
in passing from a young age my never having once got distracted by a single
fricken spotlight despite having several shone on me when I used to appear in
ice-skating
extravagances one show, I believe it was Around The World in 80 Days requiring
that I jump over a series of barrels starting with, I believe, 2 before working
my way up until such time as I would fall, get up, reattach my front teeth, saw
off whatever foot was lodged in the front row seats, using my laser sharp
ice-hockey blades, first beginning using the flat end of the blades tu create
enough of a groove before turning up the heat, i.e. finally applying blood,
sweat, and tears using the cerated toe ends.
And u should know
that I was not quite fully schooled in business to demand from Margary Chase
the producer of these shows anything 4 my “sweat equity” contributions.
And of course
this word Chase keeps coming up in my life time and again including my
step-father once living I believe at in a home or on a street known as Chasely
Place which tu sum is nothing more than another coincidence just like the
number 280 which amongst a number of things including the number of days that
Vivendi’s stock price went on a 280 day precipitous fall which happens to be
the number of the safety deposit I just happened to own jointly with Ms. Vicky
“Sticky” Schiff who I can assure you is
Or
Should be paying very careful attention to this communiqué as well
as all my emails none more important than the one I sent her on July 26th
of this year as I was leaving JFK International Airport on our way over to
England and of course I feel the need to mention once again what a terrific
sportsman my very good friend
Vivendi, by the
way, through their U.S. Filter operation here in the United States finally
found a way to gain leverage from the 42,000 odd acres of land they own in the
Imperial Irrigation District [IID], the IID so critical in Governor Gray Davis
being reelected Governor for a second term on November 8th 2002.
It seems only
poorly conditioned adults appreciate the benefits of being lied to, being told
only what they want to hear, quite different, however, to most kids I have come
across, my 15,000 odd word communication yesterday with a neighbor of ours on
27th street pretty much spelling this all out, but of course u folks
like the one Vice President of Citicorp Mr. Walters was not included since no
one within the Citicorp organization seems ready, willing and able to provide
me with a single fricken email address, to mention little at this time of how
the very few people who were invited to our Sunset Party and who didn’t show up
without at least calling and letting us know why, are like anything or anyone
operating in “negative space” beginning to show up much like a sore thumb.
My mother once
wrote a terrific poem titled, The
Fingers of my hand, that spell out not only her great command of
the English language, certainly at one time, but how very fortunate her 4
children as well as my father, her first husband, were to have someone as
caring as Zena Ash Gevisser Zulman, Ash being my mom’s maiden name, and Zulman
the name of her current husband, my mother being divorced once, married twice.
And of course
there can be no absolute certainty on my part that my mother wasn’t married
before she married my dad while she was still in her teens given how just the
other night at our party when the midnight blue crowd arrived we got to hear
how a woman, now a grandmother of sum 60 years of age mothered a child at age
11, then producing two children of her own in the same year, apparently just 10
months separating this “one of kind” twenty something lady with her brother, a
lady who had the keen sense to alert us to strangers in our midst, her midriff,
much like Marie’s nude painting very telling, particularly as it applied to
what was computing in most healthy peoples’ minds.
Why bother you
with all this stuff u may be asking much like what the judge must have thought
when I pled guilty to the “moving violation” while speeding up to our rock
cabin just north of Pine Valley, which was saved “by the bell” and in due
course I will get into the drawbacks of the Bell Shaped Curve not that
Alexander Graham Bell was a dummy but certainly not quite as in touch, having
been possibly not as well touched as someone like me or Mr.
Or
Without a doubt,
not as “enlightened” as the greatest inventor of all time, at least that is how
I c Mr. Thomas Edison, his light bulb, deciding to place a bell shaped glass
tube around an electrically charged filament continues to this day to blow my
head away, perhaps even more so than Albert Einstein whose Special-General
Relativity is as most scientists would agree as close as it has gotten to
understanding the “Mind of G-d”, Einstein though possibly never having
invented, as I have said before, a single thing, his mathematics way over most
peoples’ heads to mention just again it was a Mr. Grossman who provided Mr.
Einstein with the ingenious mathematics, at this time I don’t have even the
foggiest notion of what Mr. Grossman looks like, how about u?
In my final year
of high school at Carmel College, Durban, South Africa, immediately upon being
elected by the student body “Captain” of one of the school’s 3 sports groups
which had the student body divided equally competing against one another, I
decided to leave Carmel College and “test my mettle” elsewhere, my
preoccupation with mathematics and physics only coming about in earnest in my
late 20s early 30s at around the time my mother suggested after I had become “a
millionaire” that I “hang up my gloves, get out of the rat race and open an
ice-cream stand.”
There is a South
African expression that goes sumthing along the lines of “I scream, we all
scream 4 ice-cream” my still waiting for a Mr. Henry Rabinowitz the owner of
the Gelato Ice Cream parlor on the corner of Washington Blvd and India Street
in downtown San Diego to get back to me to at least hear my account of why I
believe he has “lost control of his one retail enterprise” at least it is my
opinion that the female staff who were running the operation this past Saturday
when I showed up after calling in ahead of time letting them know that I was
“running late”, at a minimum think so, why else would they run the risk of me
reporting them for their pitiful behavior forgetting that although I may not be
the easiest person in the world to get along with, not only am I capable of
remembering to brush my teeth each and every day, sometimes 3X a day, but most
importantly I am the customer, and I should add that I was not bare footed,
wearing a clean shirt and nor did I have my dog with me.
Interesting
wouldn’t you agree that my wife’s former husband, The Sperm Donor, once
commented to Marie that I was her “bull dog” after I caught him “fiddling the books” i.e. deciding
unilaterally to cut her child support-alimony payments and then when confronted
by Marie this out-of-control monster proceeded to blame her for not having the
time to listen to his gobbledygook his nonsense being heard by both their two
children, and of course it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to then figure out
why The Sperm Donor, a doctor to boot, would then proceed to try and knock the
living daylights out of me, professing that he was doing so in an attempt to
“protect Marie from me.”
Suffice to say I
finally settled down for my final year of high school at a place called Damelin
College that catered primarily to kids not quite that well adjusted to what the
Bell Shaped Curve tended to mold in your every day establishment where the
principal and the teachers were not only “bought and paid 4” [sic] with “Blood
money” but the “Capos” whose responsibility it was to enforce the “code of
conduct” instituted by the Nationalist Nazi Party that ruled South Africa with
an iron fist for sum 40+ years had nothing short of a “free pass” to enter the
school grounds wrecking havoc with the minds of both the student body as well
as those tasked with supposedly giving us an education just like they sat in
the best seats of the house at our Orthodox Jewish Temple on Silverton Road,
the building I believe still standing right where Silverton Road intersects
with Musgrave Road.
The Amtrak train
that passes at the end of our street here in
Charming is a
word we all know and use quite often, and of course sum of us may in fact be
very charming when we want to be especially if you were raised in a household
where your mother was the “Queen” of Charm Schools, Zena Gevisser a rather
famous personality in South Africa for sum 30+ years and even today manages to
get quite a bit of press coverage for someone who is closer to 90 than she is
to 50 years of age biologically speaking, the possibility existing that my
mother is today 100% senile because what else can explain her childish behavior,
her deafening silence when she is all butt certain it is just a matter of a few
moments in time in the space of things when her 4th and youngest
son, i.e. me will have out there on the book shelves perhaps the best seller of
all time, Manager Minute One in its final stages of completion, at a minimum it
is already guaranteed to outsell my mother’s and step-father’s The Winking
Cat, foretelling things I have been recently writing about that is creating
a very chilling effect on not only the worst of the transgressors but those
so-called buddies of mine who I grew up with who are now coming to terms with
the fact that was done to them was nothing short of being “fiddled” although
the phrase I have now “substituted in” is,
Moved
Off
Balance
By
Educated
Dik-s.
Which now brings
me to that “Phatso” [sic] who was responsible for my wife being issued a ticket
even though I was the person in charge of Maggie at the time, deciding to take
the leash off her as she “bathed” in the oshon, it being low tide at the time
and Maggie who is a chocolate Labrador around 75 pounds was at least ankle high
in water which brings me to a point and don’t worry I will finish off my
thought about the “phatso” [sic] who like my wife’s former husband tried to
bait me into a fist fight and ended up being socked “lefts and writes” [sic] by
a very fair minded judge in the form of Judge Hendrix back on October 24th
of last year.
While other beach
goers stood around in amazement that the officers in charge were actually going
to give us and another lady with a dog who was not in the water at the time but
also unleashed, a ticket, a gentleman who works for the California State
Government in the area of Environmental mitigation or so I seem to recall,
advised me of a similar type incident that occurred by the San Onofre Nuclear
power plant where just north there is great surf spot known as Trestles, and
before I forget this gentleman and his wife had just adopted two incredible
young Russian kids, a girl who was about 12 having to take care of her younger
brother who was just I believe 10 at the time, their father having abandoned
them very early in life and their mother, a drug addict eventually dying of a
drug overdose, both kids though having quite a zest for life having even more
fun than me making fun of the “phatso” [sic] and his friend who like any
misguided person believe the universe revolves around them.
According to this
very wonderful and very slender gentleman the United States Marines from Camp
Pendleton who use the area for maneuvers were wanting the surfers to go
elsewhere and when a surfboard without a leash attached to a surfer came on to
the shore, they would simply confiscate the board, now I don’t know what they
would have done if the surfboard did in fact have a leash attached to the
surfer whether they would saw off the foot either above or below the knee but
what this gentlemen told me made a whole lot of sense, this matter apparently
ending up being litigated and the court ruling was such that the Marines
jurisdiction ended at the “high water mark”, i.e. they would be committing a
misdemeanor at a minimum, possibly a felony if it turned out that the surfer
was not in fact an Islamic extremist or just as bad one of my Jewish brothers
the likes of which murdered a recent prime minister of Israel willing to give
the peace process a hand.
I don’t believe
the wife of this very slender gentlemen probably no more than 50 years of age
was with him and his two adopted kids them all only knowing one another less
than a year, the daughter just months prior while back in Russia having to
leave school, sell ice-cream in order to support both her brother and herself,
both kids perhaps the best looking kids I have ever seen with physiques much
like my wife who at age 40+ could get a multi-million dollar contract from the
likes of Nike by me simply making one, maybe two, certainly no more than 3
phone calls, but I have my priorities.
And Marie has
hers, along with the intestinal fortitude to send me packing if I were tu break
a cardinal rule, and I won’t get into the subject at this point in terms of why
the Pope looks so old other than to say nothing brings more money into the
coffers than someone looking pitiful or the guilt heaped upon the young that
some white dude, with a perfect nose, red lips, blonde hair, died 4 your sins
on the cross, and then we have Hitler who was as Aryan in my mind as Mr.
Quite incredible
wouldn’t you agree that Hitler who had pitched black hair, perhaps even shorter
than me, dark eyes was somehow able to fool sum 100 million co-conspirators,
perhaps the greatest magician trick of all time, agree?
Perhaps Adolph
employed a Jewish chemist to provide him with the right mix of hair coloring
that wouldn’t show up when he had sex with his dog, not to suggest that Eva
Braun was anything more than a simple bitch, perhaps Mr. Hitler did nothing
more to either his dogs or this bitch than scratch both their backs, again, I
approach things from the “Bottom Up” observing first and foremost what comes
out as in “Output” then examining folks’ actions in terms of what they do, say
when the walk, be4 working my way up to the mouth and then by going “back &
forth” I get a pretty good sense of whether they are all talk or whether in
fact they can “walk the talk.”
I pay as much
attention to the person with the loudest voice, the squeakiest wheel as I do
those who are ever so quiet both groups very much cowards often getting folks
“caught in the squeeze” to do their “dirty work.”
As much as I
wanted to “hand” this “phatso” [sic] a big fat lip for being so vulgar on the
beach and I don’t mean the fact that he was obviously so comfortable with being
incredibly overweight since he didn’t seem to be handicapped in any way,
certainly he seemed to have better use of both his arms and legs than our
friend
My English
spelling and grammar may not be as great as say sumone like Ms. Vicky “Sticky”
Schiff the co-managing director of the Wetherly Capital Group [WCG] who were
responsible for masterminding and executing the hijacking of the California
Gubernatorial elections sum 54 weeks ago this coming Saturday, but my command
of numbers and understanding of human nature does in fact place me in sumwhat
of a pivotal position “tu unleash fast balls at will” although the expression I
most often use is my ability and those within my “inner circle” to do nothing
short of “responding to fast balls thrown at or near head” which of course does
not involve threatening someone with violence but rather engaging my intellectual reasoning ability,
i.e. logic also known as “common sense” to keep “out of control folk” in
“constant check” as in
DNA
Next tTOo
Breeding is everything!
And just like my
wife if she put her mind to it I can play a better than average game of chess
given the fact that from the earliest of age my parents not only allowed me to
fly free and high there was somehow a guiding light that had me never letting
anyone interfere with my sequencing and of course if you have been on my email
list since December 1st 2000 not only could you be a
multi-billionaire at this time you would know that I happen to strongly
“believe” that we are all pretty much born within 25 possibly just 24 standard
deviation points, separating the smartest of us from the dumbest at birth,
although in the past I have said something along the lines of 12 points to 12.5
points without throwing in possibly the phrase “Standard deviation points”
perhaps also saying that 15 points separate the smartest of us from those not
exactly dumb.
Over time as I
have got more focused on such matters I have been refining my understanding of
things of matter which for sum reason is also helping me to improve my “pitch”
you also possibly being aware of the fact, at least according to my mother,
that I only began speaking at age 3.
So you may be
asking why since I chose a day like December 1st 2000, which happens
to be the 27th anniversary of the death of Israel’s first prime
minister, in my opinion, the greatest leader of the last century, perhaps since
Moses, would I be bothering with trying to save sum fukukta $450 odd especially
since my wife would be the one “footing the bill” and obviously since she must
listen to at least sumthing I have to say the possibility existing that Marie,
not my mother, is in fact the richest person on the planet, but for the fact
that back on December 1st
2000 my mother, not Marie, in addition to being on my email list was
most intrigued with what I had to say.
It is only fairly
recently that Marie has got an email address and to the best of my knowledge
has read no more than 3 of my emails possibly one, two tops.
These are things
we simply don’t discuss just like I don’t know for certain how much she is
worth, comfortable though to know for absolute certainty that she would only
need to work if her needs began to exceed her wants to the point that she felt
the need to trade in her private jet every say 6 months getting to the point of
the President of the United States deciding that it would make more sense for
him to rent Air Force One to Marie Dion and in so doing help take the necessary
steps to balance the federal deficit although if our great president did in
fact follow my suggestion at this time that he suspend trading of public
companies, implement just a handful of programs I know would bring the western
world’s economy into almost perfect balance in 7 or less, he could tell Marie
to simply take a hike and have someone like Gene Requa our almost 90 year old
friend, now preparing tomorrow organic Thanksgiving Dinner, orgasmic it will
undoubtedly be as well, who while working for Studebaker designed several of
their award winning motorcars, one that he continues to drive to this day.
And of course
Gene was at our Sunset Party with his wolf that has cost Gene nothing short of
an arm and a leg and I don’t mean the $10,000 he once handed over to a neighbor
after the couple caught Nicky “red handed” shacking their award winning cat to
death, there being today not a single live cat in his area of DeL Mar, that we
now of, but rather the amount of money he spends on food feeding Nicky who is
100% wolf as well as other dogs in the area not that well taken care of, to
mention little of Nicky not only having his own room in this “one of a kind”
beach house but his own bed, getting his sheets changed at least once a week,
Nicky only about 8 years old and make no mistake about it should anyone get
within say 10 feet of either Gene or someone such as myself or Marie who he has
got to know very well us all hanging out together nearly every day at the beach
me spending perhaps more time these days over at Genes place than what we refer
to as The Cave, G-D only help our insurance carrier responsible 4 our liability
coverages.
Now obviously I
didn’t get into all this with either the “phatso” [sic] who was responsible for
summoning the lifeguards along with Police Officer Chase in the first place,
apparently beginning his day walking down the Del Mar cliff in the foulest of
moods with his surfboard possibly hidden underneath the rolls of fat making
some comment about the dogs being an “environmental hazard” and the people around including those who
didn’t have dogs or bitches for that matter were sumwhat bewildered why he was
this way other than the fact that this guy was so miserable with himself , i.e.
pissed off at the world or possibly having just like I suspect my mother had
while undergoing heart surgery, a frontal lobotomy, would he be so irritable,
agree?
Naturally when I
saw Officer A. Chase’s name I didn’t bring up my role in getting the Chairman
of the Board and CEO of Chase Industries Inc. [CSI] to do the right thing for
the stockholders of this New York Stock Exchange Company and resign but it is
possibly sumthing I should have brought up when the “phatso” [sic] returned
after the officers had left thinking that he could give me a hard time, to
mention little of me being a good 3, possibly 6 inches shorter, sum possibly
200 pounds lighter but still able to play a pretty decent game of touch rugby
when of course I am not injured which has been a while.
Which reminds me
that Gene brought along a roulette wheel to our party, telling me later that
our friend Dorothy, also an artist-painter, when spinning the wheel got the
number 36, the highest number of all those present, which reminds me of a
number of things where this number and its “transposed” number, i.e. 63 appear
time and again.
None more
important than any other, momworker63,
however, appearing on the Revlon Corporation Yahoo Message Board on 6-11-1999,
the catalyst in me deciding to “pull out all stops” in getting the SCAL
filed against the most rapacious of my so-called Jewish brothers other than
perhaps a Mr. Donny Gordon, an insurance mogul from South Africa, Revlon’s
Chairman and CEO, Mr.
Dorothy has
immersed herself in helping out the recent fire victims here in San Diego
county giving of her money, most importantly, however, her time, which as far
as any of us know cannot be made up 4, at least this time around, not
embarrassed to go out and buy things like underwear for these people many of
them having not only lost their earthly possessions, in the case of one
gentleman who I shall refer to simply as Bill, all his intellectual reasoning
capacity, but a great deal of them having lost their spirit incapable of
getting out of bed, their pride non-existent, such a strategy I have been
implementing on a global basis for sum time in getting the most rapacious out
there to “stand still”, only the most pathological of our species have no
pride, unless of course they are like so many of these fire victims brain dead,
nothing like someone who remains in neutral revving up his-her engines, why may
I ask are so many folks so afraid to telegraph their punches?
There is a time
and place to blame oneself if one has not been most of all honest with oneself,
but if one has done one’s best, not “lying, stealing and cheating” or climbing
over overs in this competitive world, competition being both good and
necessary, co-opertition perhaps spelling it out better, getting back into
stride avoiding the path of blaming others, working hand in hand with others
never though allowing oneself to be used by supposed religious elders who make
a mockery of the word of G-D-Nature that we are each born with a guiding light,
none of us better or worse than the other but by working together we can piece
together all that is wrong while understanding the puzzle of life, the need to
stretch, a constant reminder, never anything to be gained if the good Lord were
to be telling each and every one us every step of the way, “how”, agree?
We know that when
one muscle is injured other muscles, equal and opposite “kick in” the pain a
constant reminder to fix, to allow the healing process, not only to begin but
for each of us to also take a deep breathe and examine most of all our value
system.
Change is not
only good, bringing out the best from within, but most importantly change
builds character.
Earlier today
while going for an extended bicycle ride with Pypeetoe on his leash on my way
over to the lifeguard station to c about arranging a beach wheel chair for my
father-in-law who will be visiting next month, please G-D, I came across a
group of youngish looking people who I had seen being given a “warning” because
their one dog as best I could see was not on its leash as the lifeguard in his
gasoline powered truck cruised by, my decision to stop at this group partly to
confirm what I thought I had seen but at the same time gauge their age.
A week or so ago
at about the same time of the day I came across an elderly couple who I have
often run into on the beach letting me know that they had just got a ticket for
committing the same offense that had today’s group getting nothing short of a
“free pass.”
There may be a variety
of reasons 4 this “unequal justice” most of my experiences with lifeguards
nothing short of a breath of fresh air, the lifeguards in particular providing
an invaluable service especially for those kids poorly conditioned having
parents focused on having them be co-dependants not insisting on them first
learning how to swim before tackling the oshon, thus continuing this ever
pitiful cycle of what amounts to nothing short of “violence” internecine
fighting as we all know, the bloodiest of sports.
When, however, we
combine the knowledge of their being significant fiscal deficits at every step
of the way from the Federal level where the folks have the right to print money
like there is no tomorrow to a local municipality like Del Mar who have nothing
short of idiots in government soon no doubt having these lifeguards wearing
high powered binoculars wanting to tax surfers for every fricken wave they
catch, one can only wonder, what next tu expect, agree?
So instead of
drawing the “phatsos” [sic] attention to my one website, www.footsak.com , footsak being South
African slang for giving someone a “kick in the rear” where he could read all
about CSI I did the childish thing of farting without even thinking.
And when “phatso”
told me he was with the FBI, soon changing his tune when I asked for more
particulars, “I work with people in law enforcement” and later his pal
providing “back up” while both of them walked away in a puddle of tears
shouting down once they were halfway up the cliff, that I should “bow”
mentioning sumthing about this “phatso” being “a Marine… protecting us
Americans” I became even more infantile and instead of being smart and
directing these too fellows to more of my 100 odd websites I turned around,
faced the oshon, lowered my shorts and bowed to the setting sun, failing thou,
tu inform these fellows while giving them my name that my wife was still a
Canadian Citizen.
I did, however,
make it clear that I was very proud to be an American Citizen and for sum
reason this didn’t seem to ring true with them, even though I was able to
recite a thing or too coming from the Constitution about each of us having the
right to “free speech” as long as what we say doesn’t incite a riot in a
crowded theater unless there is a cardiologist like my first cousin Dr. Barry
Molk present and such statements are truthful, making it patently clear as our
JoNathan who heard everything later pointed out, that just because this
“phatso” [sic] didn’t like to be called fat my statements were nevertheless
“spot on”.
And please
remember I didn’t start this incident, at least apportion sum of the blame on
my wife 4 my testosterone being raised that has me now distracted from
implementing a game plan to solve all the problems of the world, us hearing a
number of terrific suggestions at our Sunset Party, the invitation
following this pretty much says it all, the problems as we c it, having nothing
to do with race, color, religion, sum economic opportunism, but mostly poor
parental religious teaching.
I have traveled
quite a road in coming to realize that not only does G-D exist but he is very
well and content to c how we go about at least this time around making good on
the inheritance he bequeathed us going back to the beginning of time, at least
this go around.
I won’t bore u
with my rendition of how close Albert Einstein came to producing a,
Unified Theory
For the inner workings
Of the universe
Suffice to say
that by now having folks make arguments to support the notion that G-D does NOT exist given my rendition of
how E=mc² strongly supports a contrarian viewpoint, i.e. that such an ingenious
equation is not only proof of Evolution but the “Hand-Mind of G-d” to boot, we
have such elitists in nothing short of a “stand still” position, i.e. neutral;
others including my wife, Marie Dion, having had quite a hand in assisting me,
Marie Dion keeping me grounded every step of the way during the past decade,
contributing greatly to my current peaceful state of mind.
Nor
As I articulated
in my email yesterday to our one neighbor is there any conspiracy going on
anywhere in the world involving politicians, business people or religious
heretics, none of these folks ready willing and able to do much more than bask
in their own self image thinking like any spoiled brat that the universe
revolves around them, not willing to give an inch in their quest to die the
richest in the grave, something I have said repeatedly in recent times is my
goal at this time, and in so doing taking all of these pitiful folks out of the
running.
Be advised that
my 100 odd websites, the hub being www.NextraTerresTrial.com are all geared
toward making Manager Minute One
which is a take off of the business book best seller One Minute Manager a bloc-buster success, bloc-buster.com and eMANandDOG.com
a take off of Etrade.com just too of the websites still under construction,
never tu moc.GODdnaName, the basic
rules of Quantum Mechanics being that one should be able to go forward as well
as “in reverse”, careful though when looking through a rear view mirror the
past not necessarily indicative of what lies immediately up ahead, “backups” a
good thing when it comes to one’s computer, sumthing I have yet to do, but in
so far as relying on either human beings with their built in weaknesses seeing
others more than “backscratchers” is likely to lead to great disappointment,
the world though I can assure you is endless, much like housework, the need tu
pay ever so careful attention to “negative space.”
Like a good
painter-artist the less “brush strokes” the better, the more we combine, while
giving one another a “fair amount” of space, the more we understand that the sum
of the parts is greater than the individual part, no need 4 organized religion
in order to be in touch with the greatest master painter ever.
The more we can
be as Mohammed Ali said, “Me We” the more likely this great planet earth will
not need tu go thru another “inside out” move much like what we see in a figure
8 which when doing a Right Angle Rotate looks very much like the infinity sign,
and in the words of our JoNathan, tu infinity, ad-infinitum.
Good Day.
Gary S. Gevisser
Ps. – Should you
feel that I broke even “the spirit of the law” by having my dog unleashed
bearing in mind that were it not for the “phatso” [sic] making such a big deal
Officer A. Chase was only going to issue us with a warning, please give sum
thought to contributing generously tu our cause that the sooner we all become
transparent the less likely we will be prone tu want tu go tu war with one
another and the quicker we can all celebrate, our next Sunset Party is
scheduled for the spring, if not before.
One final thought
is that involving the “prone” position something I have only done once in my
life during a Yom Kippur [Day of Atonement] Service when both my middle brother
and my father, Bernard Nathan Gevisser, were present.
I cannot remember
if my brother like me did this “prone” thing something that Jewish people, as
best I know, only do just once a year and only on this supposed holiest of
days, but I am certain that my father who bombed the crap out of the Nazi
bastards during WWII, did not get on his hands and knees before lying flat on
the rather dirty carpet.
I never bothered
to ask my father, “Why not” because there are certain things he, like me, like
anyone of us brain damaged people on this incredible planet cannot always
explain, my reason for doing it was simply to get a sense of what Muslims do
several times a day.
When one has been
raised in such an ugly environment as Durban, South Africa, one would have to
be a complete nincompoop to subject oneself in such a manner knowing that the
leaders of the community were nothing more than a bunch of cowards and thieves,
that their “hand picked” Rabbis simply didn’t have the guts to do what I have
now been suggesting for sum time which will soon be aired to the masses of
South Africans if not the entire sick world.
Such a sermon
coming from the likes of Professor Doctor Abner Weiss should have been as
follows:
As much as it pains me at this hour, particularly the
fact that I may not be able to be with my family to celebrate the ‘breaking of the
fast’ since it is unlikely I will get support from any of the other leaders of
community when members of BOSS
don’t simply wiretap my telephone but decide to arrest
and then ban me, I am compelled by my read of the First Commandment, ‘I am
the Lord Thy God, who delivered the Children of Israel out of the land of Egypt
out of the House of Slavery, never to return’ which to me also means that
we cannot tolerate the slavery of others which is what this Apartheid regime
has implemented nationwide, no different to what the Nazis did during WWII and
what the English did to the Afrikaner people during the Anglo Boer War of
1899-1900, to instruct each and every one of you
here today, parents and children alike, to leave in unison this place of worship
that has been vilified by the likes of the Lazarus family who are all seated
below me to my right as well as above to my left, and to remind you all what I
have you read aloud, each and every Friday Night that is as holy as this day of
Atonement, ‘Guard my tongue from evil and my lips from speaking vile… May
the Lord Bless you and keep you, may he cause his face to shine upon you and be
gracious unto u …” [sic].
I should mention
at this time that
It would have
made a whole lot more sense to me if someone were to have suggested tu me that
another benefit of lying in the prone position other than preparing oneself in
the event one were to be arrested for having say an unleashed animal, one of my
ideas is that we leash all white collar criminals and let the dogs run free,
was to get a better view of women’s private parts those sitting up in the
balconies above the men the Lazarus women putting on quite a fashion show,
particularly on Yom Kippur,
Or
Better yet, such
practice being part of G-D’s design tu simply avoid the farts of the elders, remembering
that not only does hot air rise but a fart is nothing more, certainly as best I
can tell, nothing less, than airborne particles of feces.
Consequently, I
would have considered biting my nails all the way past my wrists, gnawing thru
my elbows stopping though at my shoulders but only after I had finished
feasting on both my legs.
Gary S. Gevisser Date Marie Dion [Stewart] Date
