From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: Margaret
Moore c/o
Lynda Smith –
Operator of the Seacrest=Ccrest Café in
Minehead,
Cc: rest; JRK
Subject: Next Symposium {:} ...---...The... Next... King... of...
Margaret,
I
cannot tell from your response below whether in fact you have now read this E-mail I sent u
on February 13th.
Please
confirm, either “yes”
or “no”.
I
do my very best to communicate “my findings”.
U
can see from the previous hyperlink I can brief as well as stiletto like,
And
could care less if u
Or
anyone else like me as long as you love me, love=trust+respect.
Should u think I am giving u grief, why not call Mr. Debonair
JRK, USA-1-619-238-1333 extension 24 and after asking him how he and the
wifey are doing then do what I have repeatedly requested of u which is to call
me,
And if u think 4 one single solitary second that I would sell Ccrest
from underneath u, then u would be 100% correct and then sum, plus the person
acquiring this “one of a kind business opportunity” will pay
us, i.e. Marie+me very handsomely.
Naturally I only consider myself more handsome than say someone like
Gerald Hackner who like just about everyone I knew growing up in South
Africa who didn’t do “the right thing” when given
ample opportunities seemingly got fatter and rather ugly in his old age, say
compared to someone like my Dad, this
photo taken, I believe, when he was in his late 60s.
Don’t let the fact that I don’t always comb what little
remains of my hair get
u thinking that despite my strong opposition to violence I will tolerate anyone
“kicking
sand in my face” my ability to act as well as dress the clown,,, look as easy as
it is for me to don a 3 piece suit.
1,2,3,
mother caught
a flea…---…
I
move in and out of circles from the poorest of the poor to the richest of the
rich with the ease of a fly, has as much to do with my DNA as my rather good
breeding, my being indoctrinated from the earliest of ages on too simple
points;
One,
I would not inherit a dime, i.e. avoid the baited breath syndrome, if not
waiting in anxious anticipation for the death of both parents then having the
resentment build up as the coffers during their golden years got depleted which
leads to the second point, improvisation, i.e. neither of my incredible parents
had any thoughts in the almost 21 years I lived in their household of making me
a co-dependant, despite the abundance of “kaffirs”, i.e.
slave laborers who were, however, treated rather well, perhaps tho, not as well
as the Blacks who worked for the overtly racist Durban North Lazarus Clan,
a point I believe I have covered rather well in previous missives, the likes of
this Lazarus family anything but hypocrites.
My
time, like anyone who has painstakingly gone about never being idle, is very
valuable, more importantly I am very proud of my personal accomplishments and
only the
I
tend to focus on the “negative space”
because by the time I was 13
years of age I witnessed first hand all the “small talk”
that took place whether it be in family gatherings, community events, school
functions as well as at our Orthodox Jewish Temple, the likes of Gerald
Hackner who passed away a couple of days ago one of the best “small
talkers” who despite being incredibly brilliant, which is quite
different to “incredibly smart”, since each and every one of
us is SMART, having his hand in pretty much every deal going on in our
community and a whole lot elsewhere, couldn’t find it “within
himself” to “discover” the brilliance of my rather
modest
father seeing fit to see to it that a man so trusted by the employees of the Moshal
Gevisser Group of Companies, particularly the non-white workers, found a
descent paying job.
Gerald
was mostly a good friend and contemporary of my mothers as well as her
accountant and make no mistake Gerald Hackner like any single human being who
has ever had the pleasure of doing business with my “one of a kind
mother” knows the instant she opens her mouth this is one person to
pay very careful attention to given her no-nonsense, stiletto like approach to
“problem solving” that attracted, if you could believe it,
even more successful business people than Gerald and his even quieter business
partner
And
I can assure you that there was also no hanky panky going on between mother and
Aristotle Onassis who I never recall meeting although
it is possible I attended a meeting
Too
my focusing almost exclusively on my mother as this photo depicts rather well, I am the one sitting.
There
exists also a formal family photo taken at about the same time which shows me
paying equal attention to my father so wanting to give always of his very best,
never, not once, leading me to feel like I was being manipulated in any way
which as you may have gathered cannot be said by either of the too biological
children we know of “belonging to” the former husband of Marie, I am not
the only person referring to this so poorly conditioned specimen as The
Sperm Donor.
So
u must surely be asking yourself at least 3 questions at this time, the first
obviously, the point of this missive, the second whether in fact Mr. Debonair
JRK had anything to do with The Sperm Donor sending Marie the “Teeth” email given The JRK’s
position ever since he saw that we had found in Judge Hendrix in Superior
Court back on October 24th 2002 an honest and intelligent
human being, more than a handful of folks coming forward at this time
suggesting in no uncertain terms that at a minimum The JRK’s
“encouraging” me to sue The Sperm Donor et al for everything
down to their last penny while embarrassing the hell out of them was to serve
as nothing more than a “litmus test” for both my as well as
Marie’s resolve in “preserving all rights and privileges” including
what many believe would have been in the best interests of the kids as opposed
to the “Chinese Water treatment” they get when living sum
50% in quite the dysfunctional household where not only is the “message
that money has no value. Or worse, you are trying to buy her off” but where they get to perfect the “art of negative attention.”
Naturally,
the 3rd question is also somewhat basic; how could I be so certain
that there was in fact “no hanky panky” going on between my mother and any
all
of the “super rich” many not caught up in the “trappings
of success”, not feeling the need to be “famous”
as she coached many a top dog on the IMPORTANCE OF BEING A WOMAN, nothing quite
bothersome as a “broken record”
Perhaps
an out of date book
A
blunt ax, other than from all appearances my mother looked happily married to
the best looking,
never to forget my mother’s half brother, Joe
Ash, quite the Durban City
Councilman-Deputy Mayor-businessman who also never “lifted a finger”
to help out in time of need, my reminded of Mrs. JRK giving Mr. Debonair
JRK “the finger” when he recently wished her “Happy
Middle-Aged birthday” [sic].
Now
Mr. JRK this is what I call “Debonair”.
My
Dad very likely never asked anyone including my mother with all her connections
for assistance since this rather good overall athlete
was in fact the “backbone” of the “mini-empire”
my mother built over sum 30 years.
Anyone
who ever had dealings with my father while he gingerly tended the business of
the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies under the watchful, evil eye of Sol
“Little King” Moshal, knew that not only was my father
“honest to a fault” but no one in their right mind
would take him “4 a fool”, this Moshal piece-of-garbage
doing everything in his power to demoralize B.N Gevisser and spread the
“evil word”
about my “one of a kind-very competent dad” very much on his
own once the last of his incredible parents bit the dust, his father Israel Issy
Gevisser dying of a “broken heart” soon after The Little King
sold out the family business to an equally deprived Lilly-White-Wheaty-Eating
individual known as The Maze King, Natie Kirsh, “flush
with cash”, didn’t wait long, however, to give The Little
King the boot, no evidence of any cash changing hands but when a
business is sold for less than the liquidated value of its real estate holdings
one doesn’t need to have a fricken nose as big
as mine to smell a rat, agree?
In
fact The Little King got his first comeuppance, i.e. “boned up the ass” at the very first convening of the
Board of Directors when The Maze King seeing The Little
King seated in the chairman’s chair said, “Mr.
Moshal you are sitting in my seat.”
Such
a very shady deal no doubt well observed by those in the know, so accustomed to
“looking the other way.”
What
goes around comes around, evil taking simply different forms weighing, however,
the same mass, coming back in my opinion with far more of a vengeance when each and every one
of us don’t unite to confront evil the instant we encounter it.
I
have painstakingly examined my life and as best I can those I know the best and
there can be no getting away from the patterns I see as clearly as I know who I
am, just like each one of us knows exactly who we are
So
I suspect since I cannot talk 4 anyone else but me.
The
fact that I am a product of too incredible human beings, the human body in and
of itself beyond belief, wouldn’t u agree, seems to have enabled me to
multi-task in ways that I do in fact have difficulty in explaining other than
to say I work hard and play hard and love what I do best which apparently has
tens of thousands of people reading my emails each and every day, a greater
sense of calmness prevailing everywhere particularly in those households where
zero negative forces r allowed to take root, man
rots from the waste, up.
My
learning from the time of my barmitzvah
that if in fact there was anything “untoward” going on
between my mother and anyone else I would have been able to figure it out,
clearly u can c I am not holding back “any punches”, Mater even after 4 children at
age 41 was still in as good a shape as my wife Marie who at
least for another 20 days is the same age as me, few who know exactly what I
have been doing these past 4 odd years would have believed I would make it this
far without “burning
out”, one can only imagine why Mr. JRK wanted me to hold
off until May, mother and Mr. JRK appearing to be too peas in a pod, sad.
But
then again I know with a high degree of certainty that Mr. JRK was
not kidding when comparing the odds of me surviving in this “God eat God” [sic] world versus the Average Joe Blow, at 5:14 PM PST earlier today I received a phone
call that registered “unknown” on my cell phone, the voice,
a foreign national, wishing me anything butt, “Have a good day”, our friend Bryan
right beside me, at the time, and I can assure you it was not Marie, I picked
her up from the airport at around 3PM PST and I could hear her from the west
coast headquarters of M
As
I have repeated time and again, everyone just somewhat conscious on this planet
knows we are all very much on “borrowed time.”
In
a nutshell, I simply cannot be distracted, something the former co-executor of
my estate Mr. Debonair JRK attempted to do repeatedly from when I
first put his “feet
to the fire” back in the summer of 1999 with this
very first posting on The Internet ultimately resulting in this
posting after I convinced The JRK that I wasn’t bluffing
after placing this posting
on the www.footsak.com website
that was the testing grounds that confirmed a number of things both to me as
well as people with far higher IQs than Mr. JRK yet equally emotionally
unstable like Mr.
Newell Starks who u should also know by now is in my “cross hairs” perhaps tho, not
as troublesome as Mr. Debonair JRK could be at this time if he were to
be so incredibly stupid to think that he can outmaneuver me other than say
sticking his hand in his pocket, pulling out a dime getting a buddy
Too
within say the United States Justice Department to tangle me up with a
writ
Too
or 3 and then there are 4 digits 1142, that keep cropping up time and
again, the folly
of those who invest their emotions in human beings as opposed to reaching into
their pocket books eventually losing not simply their spouses attracted to the
likes of their gardeners but possibly less devastating their conscience,
And
then there are sum of us who would be equally devastated.
Quite
awesome was Pythagoras’ 0+1+2+3+4=10, agree?
Mr. Debonair JRK just like the approximately 15,000
odd people who will be reading this communiqué within the next 24 hours may yet
figure out assuming of course his brain has become a perfect vacuum, i.e. no
sound traveling “back
and forth”, perhaps tho a “light bulb”
going off that what we have is a “one of a kind combination”,
certainly not that many 4 number combinations such as 1142 which when added
together and multiplied result in the same number, agree?
Check
with Mr. Debonair JRK, his home address is 567 blah blah, telephone number, USA-1- 619-222-8842
and if he
Anyone
has a problem in me disclosing supposedly such “personal stuff” I
say to them, to u and to everyone who gets to read this missive, place yourself
in my shoes today and give a thought to “poor, poor Gary” who has essentially been abandoned
by his own immediate family to mention little of the wimps he grew up with like
“rake
thin” whereas I get to focus on being, constantly, in balance, examining the “missed
opportunities”, the so called “opportunity costs”
which are the cost of the next best alternatives, and why it is impossible, no
strike that, inconceivable 4 me to ever get depressed, my having been allowed
to fly free and
high from the earliest of ages also gives me more of a competitive
advantage to “sit perched”
swooping in “at will” following the signposts of evolution never confusing G-D’s will
with each of us having “free
will” locating my prey and getting out in the “nick of
time” much like what my incredible father accomplished day and night
through 71 operations, dive bombing the Nazi bastards from a dizzy
height his 60th
operation spelling out things oh so clearly, none more
so than why the likes of Gerald Hackner and Co. would not see fit to go
into business with perhaps the very best of the best business people that I
know, my father only finding out quite late in life, I believe well into his
60s that he is dyslexic, no wonder why he only scored “average” on his “instrument
flying” compared to “above average” in every other
category.
Nothing
quite like “raging hormones” to upset the balance of G-D-Nature, agree?
Margaret,
getting back to the purpose of this missive, I will agree to the following:
1.
Go ahead and
open March 19th providing me with a daily record of gross sales,
keeping all receipts for a future audit.
2.
Make a
weekly payment of our 10% override with the law offices of Risdon Hosegood,
i.e. no need to bother Mr. McLusky with “small talk” unless
of course you advance him your own monies, my suggesting to him that he charge
you something approaching my hourly rate of $300,000 dollars and based on the
exchange rate I got when the monies sent by Mr. McLusky hit my bank account
here in the States that would amount to approximately 150,000 English Pounds
Sterling per hour.
3.
In the
meantime if you want to keep busy other than spreading the good word that us Americans-C
4.
Go to the
local printer and have them print out my business card and hand them
out to everyone u meet letting them know to either call or email me and I in
turn will try my best to keep them informed of my whereabouts including the
“one of a kind” math and science tutorial that will knock
their socks off, and of course the
more women you attract the quicker the word will spread, my previous missives
explaining this I seem to recall, rather well, agree?
In
the next day
So
I will be communicating with Mr. David
McDermott of WAMU, and u will notice the lack of a chorus at
eRaider.com’s The
Buck Stops Here, Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown perhaps
wishing at this time that his wifey, Deborah
Pastor had m
Make
no mistake, think very carefully your next move.
I
could care less if Ccrest burns to the ground even if in fact you have
been remiss in not making certain there is “proper and adequate”
insurance in place since I know there are no coincidences in life, different to
“I believe there are no coincidences” which means in simply
English, again and again, that there is in fact design everywhere, i.e. the
more someone chooses to throw “fast balls” my way they will
only make their death-life that much more miserable the next go around, it up,
tho, to each one of us including my too brother-in-laws
members of the Royal C
Earlier
this afternoon at around the time I was picking up Marie, Pypeetoe quite taken
by the surprise of Marie “in disguise”
I received this solicitation
Subject: Urgent: Kerry Needs Our Support
Dear MoveOn member,
It's
now clear that John Kerry will be our Democratic nominee. And that means we've
reached one of the most important points in the race to defeat George Bush...
Again,
over my dead body, will a “shit
head” like Senator John “Catheter” Kerry defeat George W. Bush with the
likes of the Krinsks who fortunately are not raising kids, Melvyn
Weiss,
Very
sincerely,
Ps – Remember despite all the upheaval never in the history of
our species, to the best of my knowledge has there been a better time to be
alive, the youth who are all our futures seem more and more to be getting with
the program. Just a matter of moments in the space of time be4 the
“write” [sic] number of people get with the mission.
-----Original Message-----
From:
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: seacrest
Dear Gary
To my knowledge I have not recieved the email you are
referring to..... as I said I can only do my best! Could you please send
any reply to Mark, as Lynda is experiencing problems with her PC at
present.
Best Wishes
Margaret
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wed 3/3/2004
To:
Subject: Seacrest
Dear Margaret,
I don’t recall getting a response to this
email below?
http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/margaret-2-13-04.htm
We still need to “nail
a few things down” to ensure this business achieves its full
potential.
Gary + Marie
-----Original Message-----
From:
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Seacrest
Dear Gary
We are hoping to open Seacrest 19th March at least for
weekends hope the weather will be good and that Minehead is busier than it is
now, it is dead but we can try our best.
Hope you are all well
Margaret
