Message 496 through 501

SUBJECT:  Re: Hat Trick, an honest Hat Trick  

SENDER:  dogtTOo

POSTED:  2/21/03  9:10 PM ET

A REPLY TO:   462  by AaronBrown

 

Aaron, I am going to do my best to keep this simple and relatively short and of course you wouldn’t think of me as small let alone stupid and impatient, a mind though a terrible thing to lose, wouldn’t you agree? There are many things you and I have in common including the fact that we both bleed and neither of us is holier than thou and of course you would agree we should be mindful of God who is more omnipotent than either one of us, good or evil?

I have just driven to an open stretch out in the Laguna mountains above
San Diego to allow my dog to stretch his legs with I think enough of a battery charge to lighten up your Sabbath on a positive note. I am going to be typing relatively fast and there is always the possibility of a mistake so please would you give me the courtesy of correcting anything I say down the road assuming I don’t get eaten alive.

To recap, my recent postings on your website began on March 27th of last year under the name “Nextraterrestrial.” Whether you agree or not we were both born with names handed down to us by our parents and we will die with our reputations with god dishing out life sentences, our brief history in time all captured in the waves. Check out Perfect Storm III taking shape.

I wasn’t certain that I had mentioned this previously but I happen to be sitting on “smoking gun” evidence, irrefutable proof that the gubernatorial elections held on November 8th 2002 were in fact rigged beginning with the Republican primaries with the rear ending of former mayor of Los Angeles, Richard Riordan. Last night over dinner with Mr.
Jeffrey Krinsk, one of my attorney colleagues, I was given a “heads up” to watch my back as the backers of Governor Davis may not play according to the rules of law, not that I needed reminding but then again I had already taken a sip of wine. Now and of course you may asking what business is it of yours whether I can hold my liquor to mention little of me ever so carefully guarding my tongue from evil spirits to mention little of the possible interest of your ever expanding set of eyeballs that frequent your website?

Well, first I would like to get your opinion on my set of logic. Over the course of the next several weeks, days and hours I will be launching on my website-s perhaps as many as 30 Perfect Storms, “possible” [sic] more, depending on the number of storm clouds that appear in other quarters of the world which like-minded folks bring to my attention believing that my approach to resolving conflict is better than those currently in place, i.e. we beat on peoples pride, which seems the only thing we all have in common other than our love for sex.

With each Perfect Storm there will be a host of characters making it easier for people like a cousin of mine who co-produced Saving Private Ryan to decide which if any of the Perfect Storms are worthwhile for the big screen or simply “couch potatoe” [sic] TV audiences and of course they would come with the customary rating system although ours might be different to what you would expect coming out of the “au-feces”[sic] of folks like the wimpy guilds who somehow have a way of getting actors to think they are more than human, i.e. Charlton Heston who blamed the 11,000 gun deaths each year in the United States on “ethnic diversity” although his knucklehead brain reminded me of what I understood took place in President Reagan’s first administration when out of nowhere the FDA approved Aspartame for use in everything under the sun and God only knows what damage that has done for folks raised in the 60s and 70s who saw pot as manna from heaven?

With that said there really isn’t much difference between those who head up right wing groups like the NRA or their left wing counterparts like the National Association of Broadcasters [
NAB] that few ordinary citizens know much about for the simple reason that “Moore Americans get their news from ABC than any of our egg headed look-alikes such as CBS, NBC and God forbid we were to allow Ted Turner into our ranks” [sic].

Aaron, just between you and me and the next lamppost which my dog is now peeing on, one of the senior attorneys for the NAB conducted an “illicit sexual affair” with Ted Turner for some 15 years and can you imagine what sort of intelligence my pal Valerie had to have gleamed which of course she shared with me that I am now sharing with you although I have no idea of the exact terms of their deal since I have yet to “discussed” [sic] what Ted got in return as in quid pro quo. How it came to pass that I would later encourage a business partner of mine who ultimately has got her short hairs caught up with the folks who rigged the recent California gubernatorial elections to acquire a self-storage facility in Oakland California which the former governor of California and presidential hopeful, and now mayor of Oakland not that long ago referred to as “That ugly building” which happened to have billboard rights grandfathered in, is one of the many stories that will eventually come together in my “best seller” Manger Minute One which has a number of folks who have made a habit of  keeping the masses in the dark now bashing their heads against the wall in tune with you know what?

I am assuming you continue to check in with the www.NextraTerrestrial.com website? I know the download is sometimes rather long but what else do you have to do these days with your time as your prospects to get cleanly out the hole you have dug for yourself [get] grimmer with each tick of the clock. So what do think of I should do with the $250K offer I received for www.sellnext.com?

I would be willing to bet that you and your co-hort Martin “Stuper” [sic] will find a way to get hold of one copy of Manager Minute One perhaps doing what many publishing houses do in order to create a “best seller” which is to buy up even before the first bell rings every single copy off the book store shelves in order to best protect themselves. As you know though the greatest thing about this country is our right to “free speech” which just happens to come with a price which is why I have my attorneys all around the world just ready for the first person or organization to decide to take me on.

There is no one I trust more in defending all our rights to “free speech” than Mr. George W. Bush who despite some crazy stuff like the Patriot Act and some fukukta color-coding scheme probably first offered by Ms. Martha “pretty good looking” Stewart has not, I believe, let his formal education interfere with his learning.

The NAB folks in my opinion are far scarier than even an idiot like Charlton Heston at the helm of the NRA for the simple reason that just because someone rises to a position of power and influence doesn’t mean he speaks for all those responsible hand gun owners who understand perfectly well that the more cross breeding we have the less likely we will have lily white folks continue to inbreed, i.e. the more we get to know one another, the more we move away from white and black which have no color, the more the “ink” drawings come to life and the less likely we are to need to use “Make Up” as we go about our daily chores and of course the less likely we are to want to go to war with each other.

The NAB is stacked with folks who not only say one thing and do otherweiss and have little or no interest in so-called “free speech” despite their name containing the word “Broadcast” as if to suggest to the folks in their living rooms who have been dummied to death from the get-go that the NAB speaks for each and every one of us wanting to broadcast our particular point in view when in fact what they are all about is, in my opinion, wanting to do nothing more than break our legs and cast our torsos out to sea. The leftist NABs of the world are nothing but a bunch of crybabies, “shits scared” that their benefactors who are in a death defying tail spin will stop buttering their bread. And again I am not advocating that a BAN be placed on the NAB folks but they simply be required to carry a warning label on their lapels, better yet we get the yoyos up on the hill to pass legislation that requires NAB to place at the bottom of every broadcast coming out of the TV Networks words to the effect, “We the broadcasters have no interest in allowing others access to the same airwaves that provide us with a direct path into your living rooms to chew on the minds of your young” [sic][1]

So much so that by the time I have mentioned all my would-be adversaries and of course you are included in this relatively small number of rapacious individuals out there, my thinking is that all of you would therefore go out of your way to protect me and those I care about from any physical harm for the simple reason that you could end up being a target of a criminal investigation should anything go array that would have the benefactors of what remains of my estate, up in arms. Naturally I am not going to bother our Attorney General Mr. Ashcraft although in the course of the next few hours I intend to brief Mr. Kenneth Standard who is the president of the New York Bar Association who I understand has been properly briefed to receive the “smoking gun evidence.”

Mr. Standard happens to be the father of the executor of my estate Mr.
Devin Standard and I can assure you it wont take me half as long to brief Mr. Standard Snr as it takes to write this posting  on all matters as they pertain to the Hot Water Wars currently brewing in California’s that should give our great leader Mr. George W. Bush rise for concern, not that this should stop Mr. Bush from doing the right thing at this time which is to take out Saddam Hussein at any cost for the very simple reason that we know right now Saddam is incapable of launching a nuclear holocaust while allowing United States troops with their allies who will undoubtedly line up once they see more clearly why the French don’t want us in their neck of the woods to do the “write things” [sic].

For “moore” [sic]than just donkey years the French have been up to no good going way back in history although the last 30 odd days is rather telling but for those with short term memory loss it may be necessary to remind them of the French role in Indonesia and Africa and of course who was it who gave the “Ayatellall” [sic] refuge in Paris drinking no doubt “Mr. Gilligan Man” while looking at pretty French women wearing outfits all us heterosexual men go nuts for. Now some may credit “thought” [sic] the French in helping the initial American revolutionaries although we should really be thanking the French Canadians who had they been rapacious would have owned all of the
Americas at least from what I understand to be west of the Rockies.

Most of us Americans especially us transplants are not aware that the C
anadians once did more than simply “bushwhack” US forces, they sent us packing without exacting much of a price and why perhaps we owe our French Canadian brothers and sisters at the minimum a “Thank you” note. Now I have only heard one side of that story. I look forward to an American historian enlightening me differently on these matters.

With that said, the Canadians are today sitting in the pound seats with their gold and water and whathaveyou? No doubt a gold standard that represents a whole new world order where truth amounts to everything, wouldn’t you agree.

What do you think of my “tTOo negatives” to make a positive” in my plan to continue serfing The Internet ad-infinitum?

In each of [our]efforts to drive home our respective points during the two course meal that began with the bread basket catching fire that seemed to bother the other patrons far more than either
Jeffrey Krinsk or myself as we engaged in our own little war games scribbling all over the paper tablecloths to our hearts desire, there was nothing spared on the table, not even a fork which had me resorting to eat my salad with my hands. This may be hard for you to believe but had the table cloth been made of the finest linens I swear to you this would not have stopped me from doing what I do best which is to plan a military operation with pin point accuracy and of course Mr. Krinsk would have been required to simply leave a bigger tip.

Of course Mr. Krinsk had no idea where events would lead and so he chose to order pizza after I had ordered fish that was on special. It was one of those fancy Italian restaurants down the road from where he lives which mainly cater I suspect to very rich yet non-Jewish people. I also suspect that
Jeffrey who I haven’t seen in quite a while chose this particular restaurant in the hope that I would behave myself being amongst gentile folk perhaps forgetting at first that his partner Howard Finkelstein remains banned from Matre D a restaurant in La Jolla where upwardly mobile Jewish doctors and their princesses are known to languish where we just happened to first meet some 4 years ago.

Perhaps though there was nothing more to choosing this restaurant over eating say in a Jewish deli where one always feels safe given the constant banter back and forth that would have placed me at a competitive advantage given my somewhat orthodox Jewish home upbringing. Now what I have written so far may in fact cause certain family members to mention little of those I grew up with in
South Africa to start throwing up but some of them are in fact getting quite used to this from me and some have in fact already packed their bags, heading for the hills. I just hope they don’t decide to pay me and Pypeetoe a visit this evening although the fire will be burning bright.[2]

Throughout the meal Jeffrey kept bringing up hearing fire engines heading towards Alpine but I felt rather safe since our spot is a good 10 miles further east and besides I felt certain I had kept the glass door to the fire place sealed shut although it is not hard to understand why this didn’t give my good friend much reassurance given the ever so careful attention he pays to my emails beginning with my email in the summer of last year where I proposed to South Africa’s Minister of Finance that he have each and every South African leaving the country produce a financial statement. I didn’t tell Mr. Manuel at the time what exactly to do with this information because I didn’t want to come across as spoon-feeding this chap who is simply totally over his head.

However, for those intimately familiar with my “work product” it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to work out how I would go about balancing out
South Africa’s budget deficit and of course the same could be said for us here in the United States of America.

I wont bore you with the details of my economic plan that I guarantee you would have within a matter of less than 3 months the entire world’s budget not only in balance but at the same time would have everyone on this planet no longer on the war path but thinking more in terms of how much nicer it would be if we learned how best to get along.

I noticed “though” [sic] the gentleman at the table alongside us, with my back to him, but
Jeffrey I assume got a good look at his face as he couldn’t take his eyes off us as he slipped out with what I suspect was his wife and kids wondering what next would appear on the NextraTerrestrial.com website. It would be interesting though to hear his take on our plans to take over the world, peacefully that is, without either of us having to leave the comforts of our homes.

I probably still own more homes than Jeffrey but he has probably outsmarted me in terms of preparing for the upcoming worldwide economic depression that will though set the world back on to a positive footing for the very fact that he has not only the largest food storage area with deep freezers the size of my “travel companion’s” kitchen but he has moats in and around his property that in the event the Federal Government don’t turn back on the taps allowing 20% of California’s water supply needs to flow once again, he could do one of two things; either sell his water back to the Metropolitan Water District [MWD] or continue to have his wife not so commonly referred to as Campbell Soup read up more on fish farming producing enough fish that will keep at least the masses at bay until such time as I can bring in reinforcements.

Now if truth be told I don’t suspect Mr. Krinsk is going to rely on me given his predisposition in believing that it is unlikely I will see out this coming Passover and so I don’t think it is any coincidence that his home, the former mayor of San Diego’s “fortress retreat” is within 3 seconds striking distance of fighter-bomber jets who take off constantly from the Coronado Navy base. Mr. Krinsk has a telescope aimed at what I believe is the commander of the Navy SEALS in the event cloud cover prevents the jets from taking off. And of course in the event these folks are distracted while trying to protect South Africa’s nuclear arsenal from being overrun by the Black masses who have seen what was left of their heritage by the former White "Supremes" [sic] Nationalist Government having been dissipated by the current brain dead Black Government, I have given
Jeffrey the number of one of my buddies who happens to be a “retired” Israeli Special Forces commando who remains in peak condition.[3]

Midway through the meal the waitress returned with a blank table size sheet of paper to replace the paper I was ripping up and stuffing into my jean pockets as
Jeffrey kept his “highly sensitive” notes close to his chest although I can only wonder what the hell he was writing down with such dark colorful pens that the most unsophisticated of satellites would have been able to pick up on. In the end Jeffrey left his scribblings and who knows one day what it might be worth on say the Antique Road Show and only God knows why he kept asking me to read the bill as he went about deciding on how big a tip to leave.

Jeffrey and I have bet going that will have me collecting all of $32 should I make it through this Passover. Our waitress, very pretty and no doubt athletic having just graduated from UC Santa Barbara in “sports m
anagement…” and I never caught the rest as Jeffrey decided to entertain me once again with a game of pong while also showing me that he can draw as well as me and of course he has far better handwriting. As a consolation prize for being forced to rethink her relationship with her Republican boyfriend I gave this attractive and vivacious looking young lady who with each passing tick of the clock looked liked she had another “stoke” [sic] one of my business cards as she finally got up off her knees having paid homage to one of the greatest rounds of Chinese checkers I have ever seen of one person playing against himself.[4]

Although we didn’t stay for dessert I was hopeful Jeffrey left a good tip since it is possible the waitress may have simply thrown away his game plans wondering if she had just been handed a frontal lobotomy or had simply decided seek out one of Jeffrey’s cardiologist friends who likes them young and free of heart.

The more I think about the difficulty
Jeffrey had reading the bill the more convinced I am that it was a sign for me to go easy when it comes time to bill him and his partners from the law firm of "Kaplan Kilwheimers and Fox" [sic] for the services I rendered in helping catch Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman, the big time Democrat supporter along with your buddy Melvyn Weiss. I wasn’t sure if you were aware of this but there is [a] thing called “Lodestar” that came out of a case involving someone called Lindy that helps guide the billing practices of law firms who engage in SCAL war games. It doesn’t however take into account the quality of the work performed much less so those who start the ball rolling with less than two hours to go before the statue of limitations runs out. I think I may have asked you whether you know of any major lawsuit anywhere in the world that was filed with less than two hours to go before the statute of limitations was due to expire?

Without losing any sleep I woke up this morning even more invigorated and you have to realize that I am not your average out of work, “Jo Blow” who although never allowing my wants to exceed my needs has a number of pretty faces who would be sad to see me depart prematurely; the world though is but a heartbeat away from total collapse, relatively speaking that is, and I remain cautiously optimistic that the problems of the world can in fact be solved in less time than it takes for God to make orange juice out of man by simply squeezing his hand once again[5].

With that said, not only was the political system of one of the largest economies in the world hijacked but more importantly, a foreign conglomerate had a hand to play in the duplicity, albeit the French aristocracy aka Vivendi and by now you may have read since you have access to my website directory albeit not necessarily with my permission that I forewent making several billion dollars profit over the course of the past 12 odd months never shorting either Vivendi or Vivendi Environmental to mention little of the shares of either AIG or Warren “BO” Buffet’s Berkshire Hathaway knowing that for every dollar I would make someone else, most likely a momworker63 type, or a widow, or an orphan and/or a pensioner would lose a dollar. And of course my prescient timing along with my suggestions are all well documented. 

And of course by now you know that “smoking gun” evidence doesn’t necessarily result in a conviction that getting at the truth requires proof and that I happen to know a thing or two about this subject matter including never having to be reminded that the better the evidence the better the proof. Actually, the evidence is 1 foot to my right and in the back of my Minis S up here in an area about a 45 minute drive from Del Mar, California where “The turf meets the surf” at about 4,000 feet above sea level The picture below shows Stonehenge II up to its eyeballs in snow although it has yet to snow this season but you get the drift, no doubt.

With that said, I have been attempting to get different members of the media who think differently to grab hold of the “smoke” but for some ungodly reason they just don’t seem to want to work for their Pulitzers these days or maybe it is Emmys, I simply wouldn’t know since I rarely watch award shows that have people who read other peoples’ lines congratulating themselves much like you see in a zoo where the monkeys beat their chests and end up with scraps.

Now let’s get down to business.

First question; can you with all the media attention you and your partner Martin have garnered over the years be helpful in putting me in direct contact with someone who doesn’t simply have balls but would like to see peace preserved in the heavens as justice gets served on the spaceship earth?

Second, how much time do you think we have left to clean up our acts before the next inside out move, i.e. when do you think God will set the time clock back, as in TIME MOMENT ONE=ONE MOMENT TIME. To guide you through this one click on Guidance tTOo below:

Third, what do you think of the coincidence of my having waited as long as 18 months to deposit 3 checks all dated October 23rd and then combine those odds with a certain individual whose real name I don’t know but who we refer to as “Mr. New Yorker” mailing to one of the attorneys prosecuting the SCAL against Perelman and his cronies a “Xmess Greeting” that contains rather important documentation surrounding a meeting that took place between executives of CVS and Revlon on October 23rd 1998 that almost has Mr. Perelman’s coffin permanently nailed shut?

Fourth, what if you were to combine those set of co-incidences with October 23rd 2001 being the pivotal day that started the wheels in motion that will have the rapacious on this planet standing still much like what you see as a train starts to pick up speed and of course you would agree that we are going to have to take a few steps backwards in order to level the playing field? Now I could have made this question simpler but given you penchant for fast and loose talk to mention little of your lack of both mental athleticism why in God’s name would I make it easier now for you to do what you have been accustomed to do since God knows when, mincing your words while professing the virtues of keeping kosher, not to assume, however, that you necessarily separate your milk platters from your meat patties and no doubt you sweat profusely, much like one former attorney colleague who sees Pythagoras’ theorem of “This and this equals that” along the lines of “The angle of the dangle equals the heat of the meet” [sic].

Fifth, what do you make of the success of In N Out Burgers in
California? Do you think they could take Madhatteners by storm?

Sixth, assuming you agree that the recent Shareholder Class-Action Lawsuit against
Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman has him firmly and squarely for the very first time against the ropes without the possibility of a rope a dope move, do you think the attorneys prosecuting the case are being smart in agreeing to settle this case ahead of a courtroom showdown that may very well require me to take the stand to reveal what I know and perhaps more importantly when I knew it?

Seventh, what is your sick sense of the size of cell that should be afforded Mr. Perelman given what we do with common criminals who lie, steal and cheat time and again, particularly here in California, i.e. how much room should he be given in his cell to stretch?

Eighth, there is talk about your buddies Milberg Weis Bershad Hynes and Lerach being the subject of two Grand Jury criminal investigations that have gone on for some time. In other words what is taking so long? I am told that in the old days when old men like Howard Finkelstein of Finkelstein and Krinsk was Assistant US Attorney if you couldn’t get an indictment out of a grand jury you just hung your spurs and dissolved into a puddle of tears; because it is your evidence going over to the other side, much like playing checkers against yourself, i.e. you cannot lose. So maybe things have changed since the rise of the most rapacious out of control law firm in the world having usurped their powers, wouldn’t you agree?

Ninth, what do you make of the “Red Shift” that looks like the speed of light is being stretched as it moves from “deep space” and why do you think the TOES, you know those smart astrophysicists have yet to see its impact on Einstein’s e=mc²?

Tenth, what do you make of Einstein possibly have been reading “When world’s collide” before hitting the floor and dying although some say he died in his bed?

Eleventh, what do you think of the odds that Einstein said in his latter years, “How many coincidences does it take before it is no longer a co-incidence?

Twelfth, I have used several “posting names” such as NTT, NT2003, dog, and my latest one is dogtTOo. One attorney-colleague refers to me as “The Pisser” which comes from my last name Gevisser. The oldest photographic record of our family name dates back to the 1920s, possibly early 30s. Check out the Geviseris family shop in
Vilnius, Lithuania.

As you may have read from my writings only the man standing, my grandfather’s brother, survived the Holocaust; the woman and the kids and their kids were all murdered by the Nazis while the rest of the world pretty much stood still. Nothing pretty about that photo but why not consider using it as say a “screen saver” although I have now replaced it with one very closely resembling our chocolate Labrador? Again I subscribe to KISS but there was nothing stupid about the SS, getting Jewish capos to keep the rest of the Jewish masses in check, wouldn’t you agree?

It seems the early Christians attempted to keep a lot of things simple but some of us bright sparks must have thought it to be rather stupid, i.e. confronting evil each and every step of the way while dispensing with accumulating material things including lots of chicken fat and then sum.

Assuming you respond appropriately to my 12 questions above, I promise to continue to give you worthwhile tutorials in your pursuit to rid yourself of your blemishes before meeting with your maker and understand it might take some back and forth much like Quantum Mechanics that set the stage for the Digital Age that now has each one of us in check with no one in a position to play God other than God himself.

Yours truly,

Gary S. Gevisser

Ps – please let me know whether you would like to be on my email list? If so what email address should I use?

 

 


SUBJECT:  Re: Hat Trick, an honest Hat Trick  
SENDER:  TCO
POSTED:  2/22/03  12:30 AM ET

A REPLY TO:   501  by dogtTOo

 

Dude, you are scary.  In-n-Out IS what a hamburger is all about.  That was the only common-sense thing in your post...but of course was once again apropos of nothing.

You need to go back on the meds...

 

 

SUBJECT:  Re: Hat Trick, an honest Hat Trick  

SENDER:  dogtTOo

POSTED:  2/22/03  5:01 PM ET

A REPLY TO:   502  by TCO

 

 

Hey Dude, when you have as plentiful a life as I currently have surrounded by natures awesome beauty to mention little of the incredibly beautiful women that have chosen to hang their hats close to me all my life with incredible brains to boot, I can understand why it is that you have nothing better to do at 12:30am EST than whine why God left you so short.

Change is especially tough for those who have a ways to drop, never though to drop in on someone else's wave, wouldn't you agree Hey dude?

Surely you have one paying client that will attest to his-her desire to continue to engage your services over the short-term forgetting for the moment what the long-term holds for folks who bury their heads in other peoples’ business. 

When I get involved in something make no mistake the parties involved fully understand why I have chosen to stick my neck out no matter how many times they might protest otherweiss.

Although I have already willed the vast majority of my wealth for sum reason my intellectual property continues to be attractive to my current “travel companion” aka Mds who keeps me in check by having me do laborious stuff like placing the lid on the trash can outside our rock cabin retreat east of San Diego near Pine Valley which I understand has a connection to the “white shark” band that recently got trashed and still gets a kick as I land lefts and rights to the heads of morons which it seems is the only thing you and
Ronald "The Finagle King" Perelman have in common.

Now I may have some of my facts above confused somewhat with Ms. Diana B. Henriques a journalist for the New York Times and author of The White Sharks of Wall Street who once wrote an article about Aaron’s partner Martin "Cry baby Stroller" [sic]. Ms. Henriques is also mentioned in a rather important ruling that came verbatim out of the mouth of one this country’s most distinguished federal judges.

Take the time "Hey Dude" to read the extract although if you want to see the entire ruling I think you have enough testosterone left after I am done with you to seek outside help on The Internet.

You remind me somewhat of Professor Klein of Stanford University none more so than the fact that he too seemed to have nothing better to do than to communicate with me at 2:09am back on June 27th of last year and I assume it was PST and remains for all I know continuing to excavate out of the hole he dug for himself.

It is difficult to assume much with you since you hide behind the TCO handle while ducking and diving and I have yet to unload even a particle of matter in the direction of your pee brain and given what I see so far from your postings it is unlikely you would be offered a seat at any university establishment not even the one I “chew-tored” [sic] at Africa which catered to mostly brain-dead Lily white “wheaties” folk who got more than their fair fare of sun while socking it to the Blacks whose aprons have yet to be fully unleashed.

I doubt very much though you let your formal education interfere with your learning since you might have been blinded at a very early age simply by looking in the mirror and seeing a pretty scary face and all that remains is “dark matter.”

If you happen to have a dog why not at least send me a picture via E-mail. I promise not to add you to my e-mail list unless of course you tell me otherwise.

Now why don't you be a good boy and let Professor Aaron Brown who is undoubtedly looking this Sabbath day for guidance from God at least call on someone like Melvyn Weiss to assist him in time of need and not someone hoping that Mds might see something attractive in your script sending me packing all the way to Timbuktu, i.e. go don an apron and make some stew before I make more mincemeat out of you, no doubt a special you might next see offered at In N Out Burgers.

Love you.

Gg

 

 

 

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You are kicking my ass (in your mind).  But at least I make sense!  You are a wierdo.  Get back on the meds.

 



[1] The term “shits scared” is perhaps another of those phrases unique to white South Africans much like “FOOTSAK”. Most of the time when folks are scared of the truth being revealed they decide to go on the attack and start racing about tying their short hairs into teeny weenie little knots and then the whining begins. It isn’t long before their eyes turn red and of course all their crap is eventually downloaded even if it isn’t in this lifetime.

 

[2] My Dad arrived in the United States just the other day. I will be proposing that he and I along with my dog go on a joyride across the U.S.A. Were it not for the dog my preference would be the Dukati.

 

[3] It is important to sweat the small stuff. Politicians are not born, they are raised ever so diligently by over controlling parents. God certainly blessed Bernard Nathan Gevisser and Zena Roseland Ash with charm to spare, out those with charm school and in with Bottoms Up Schooling, wouldn’t you agree Professor Aaron “Brownnose” Brown?

 

[4] Who is to say that we all don’t suffer from minor strokes from an early age that only start appearing later in life, some more susceptible than others depending on their breeding, DNA no doubt helpful as well.

 

[5] That last hyperlink shows 3 French Canadian “biker” friends including two terrific attorneys albeit one a member of the Dion clan who are sitting below a painting of Sebastian Capella that along with a “sister” painting at his home in Valenzia, Spain was responsible for bringing about a revolutionary Spanish Supreme Court ruling that should make those who support the left of left leftists think twice before giving those panderers their vote.

 

History has an amazing blueprint of folks like “Mao Tse Tongue” [sic] saying one thing and doing quite otherweiss and perhaps why I never did quite get it why so many of my Jewish brothers love their tongue “sandwedges” [sic] which reminds me of what the hell happened to the Pitching Wedge I left more than a year ago with preacher Roger Hedgecock.

 

That Avenger Golf Club is pretty good evidence that the airport security nearly 6 months after 9-11 had quite aways to go, but for some reason Mr. Hedgecock who is normally so jumpy has continued to sit with his finger up his ass. On the other hand, Roger isn’t a complete dummy, albeit a recovering attorney and then some and probably saw that beefing up airport security which is the least likely area terrorists would choose to go after the next time around saw whatever the government did as helping keep the ranks of the unemployed at arms length from the rich and rapacious.

 

If anyone has any contact with Mr. Hedgecock please ask him kindly to return at least the Pitching Wedge and he can hold on to any copies I gave him of the “smoking gun evidence” that keeps the folks on the far right and far left feeding off those of us in the middle.