From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: Mark.James12@btinternet.com
Cc: rest
Subject: Seacrest=Ccrest
Mark hello to you.
Sumtime next week I plan tu be in Minehead and I would like
to get together with either u or your grandmother to hear your thoughts on
reviving Seacrest=Ccrest.
Towards the end of May beginning of June I received a call
from Valerie Coster the former owner of Ccrest that the recently departed
managers, David and Neil, had called her to give their side of the story.
I am assuming you
are able to click on to the previous hyperlink which contains the “back
& forth” communications between myself and the former managers who
apparently have at least one thing in common with the manager before them which
is tu blame everyone else for their own misgivings and you can tell from an E-mail I sent out
on May 29th to the owner of my dog’s “first girlfriend” whose
name is dot that along with all the other things on my plate I am now
advocating an update to the English language going back to the year dot.
What bothered me most about these yoyos contacting Valerie
with their “song & dance” routine was the fact that the too of
them by doing so were now having her do their bidding, i.e. “dirty
work”, wittingly or unwittingly. Fortunately or unfortunately what they
failed to appreciate is that there is nothing like having bombs dropped on the
heartland to galvanize the people.
Hitler considered the British a bunch of drunks and thought
nothing of first taking on the Russians while sending unmanned “V
bombers” with enuf petrol to ignite the backbone of this sleeping giant
that sent a signal via the nervous system to the brain that “Enough is
Enough” and the rest is history.
To my horror I felt compelled to raise my voice to Valerie,
repeating my position that I don’t distinguish between different shades of grey. I can barely
read and rite let alone draw, altho I know a thing or too about
“values” butt I am certainly loathe playing G-d altho I must admit
were you to one day meet my dog you would understand all to well how I stay
somewhat in relatively good shape, healthy mind, healthy body.
A lie is a lie is a lie and these too young gentlemen
understood perfectly well how I felt about their retard actions dropping me in
the dog house to mention little of their “quick exit” leaving me in
the lurch and to top it off they don’t have the backbone to respond to my
latest email to them and instead dump on my dear but shell-shocked friend.
This is a first time that someone writes to me something one
day, “…We are both happy to except your conditions
as stated in your e-mail…” [sic] and within a week depart without so much
as a peep obviously hoping that the shockwaves of them leaving would send me
into a tailspin not being able to figure out how in G-d’s name I would
recover in time to not only drop my load, scoring a D/H but make it back to
base in “one peace”
[sic].
No doubt my father’s 60th operation that
lasted all of 85 minutes on April Fool’s Day 1945 is an uplifting
experience that continues to resonate loudly within my brain, further proof of
Newton’s Law that for every action there is an equal and opposite
reaction, nothing is gained nor is anything lost perhaps just forgotten assuming
you are brain dead which we all are to a certain degree, sum more so than
others, agree?
Just like when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around
if you can only focus on what you see and hear then you would deduce there to
be no sound but if you have the slightest clue about physics then of course you
would conclude there was sound by virtue of the sound waves created the instant
the tree began its descent.
I try very hard to be decent to everyone I come into contact
with and although I can deduce rather quickly whether someone is a fool I am
rather slow to judge fully aware that it is a zero end game to be in business
with either an honest fool or a clever crook which brings me to why I would
make such a big deal about too guys I haven’t even met.
Well it is all about perspective and how we view earthly
objects up close and without getting into a physics tutorial my own “noledge
” [sic] being rather limited suffice to say that when
one gets others to shoot your poison tipped arrows and you get it away with it
just one time why not try and again and again until such time you suddenly find
yourself in the pound seats and then you get a group of yoyo attorneys like the
“Skadden Apes”
[sic] characters out of New York City to then play roughshod on your opponents
while living the good life on the upper east end.
When you go through the deposition
Mr. Jeffrey Krinsk Esq. took of the former Revlon executive you will
undoubtedly notice a number of things including the fact that this yoyo didn’t
have enuf sense to hire his own set of attorneys and chose instead to go with
those “bought & paid 4” by the likes of Ronald “The
Finagle King” Perelman who has been a focus of mine for “quiet sum
time” [sic].
Now I happened to have met Mr. Perelman but it was only in a
short elevator ride and I wont bother you rite now with all that transpired
altho if you kept clicking thru my hyperlinks you would very possibly comes across
my 19,000 odd word email to South Africa’s Minister of Finance back on
September 2nd of last year where I give a running account of how I
pulled Ronald “O Ring” Perelman’s chain from New York City
all the way to Timpucktu.
There is tho not much difference between a big crook and a
little crook other than one has got away with “murder” more than
the other and very often the big crook is far more out of touch with reality
than the little crook who still has to cook his-her own meals. The big crook
gets his accountants and the “audirtors” [sic] tu cook the books
according to detailed specifications that get vetted up & down at times
with nothing more than a wink, a nod, and sumtimes they use puppets, rubber
bullets on occasion and every so often they simply hire a hit man.
It is really that simple and evidence of this is available
in that deposition taken back on October 17th of last year just 7
days shy of my incredible court victory in Superior Court in
I don’t have the time right now to page through that
almost 300 page deposition but there is a section there dealing with how this
possibly “good” man, co-opted by those more evil, is first
introduced to the “Capo di Capi” who doesn’t seem to give
this puppy even the time of day, later tho, throwing him a bone while shoving
him up the u no where, to be then coddled by the Skadden Arp characters who
help make an ass out of him and G-d only knows what went thru the shredders
before finally meeting his match in the form of my Jeffrey, the bull
dog and then sum, who finally let him go when I told him, “Enuf is Enuf,
how much fun can one person have in a day.”
So you see why I feel the need to confront evil every step
of the way; this way I never have to watch my back since I
move at “lite speed”
the instant I see a dark spot altho I am not afraid of the dark but then again
Pypeetoe who was too this July 8th is “all feet, no teeth to
his bark
and afraid of the dark.”
I had hoped that if Mr. Krinsk had a July 4th
party at his house which he usually does financed in sum measure by guests who leave
rather valuable bracelets that fall in-between the cracks of his many outside
patios falling into an area that has a gravitational pull leading
directly tu a treasure chest in the basement of the house I would have been
able to talk Mr. Krinsk into allowing his guests tu pitch their tents a little
longer this year in his backyard and who nos I might have been able to have a
word with the Captain of the aircraft carrier Constellation that returned to
San Diego, sum of her fighters having landed on Coronado Island ahead of the
Constellation’s return from active duty, eager no doubt to thank Jeffrey
and the rest of the Democrats for their support by “kicking off”
Independence Day practicing dive bombing runs over his umpteen acres using his
koi the size of cadillacs to test their laser guided missiles assuming of
course my dog hadn’t eaten them all by that time, their next option would
have been for the commander of the Kittyhawk
assuming the Constellation runs out of ammo to send in B52 bombers to just take
out the water pump responsible for circulating the waters of southern
California largest private water park causing another epic flood and the saving
grace would be that Jeffrey’s front neighbor may have by then perfected
his backstroke saving a couple or so of these elitists tu be placed in zoos
where the masses could just swing by and see them in the flesh and of course if
Campbell Soup reads this she will have a stroke, the upshot being if I get the
deal I am seeking from a book publisher I will invite her and Jeffrey as well
as their genius Harvard Business School graduate friend for dinner at “Le
Circus” [sic] in New York City.
Wes Anson hopefully will soon take care of all my trademark
issues, his real claim to fame, at least in my opinion, being the brother of
the Chief Investment Officer of CALPERS a Democratic stronghold that I will
possibly one day offer my “work out” services assuming they
don’t go broke before then. If in fact there are going to be any
celebrations in New York City it is unlikely I will choose a spot where the
likes of Henry Kissinger hang out.
I have often wondered what might be served up to someone
like Henry or that idiot Ford Motor Car company executive who became Secretary
of Defense during the Vietnam War, I think his name was McNamara but I could be
wrong.
Lets just assume you were a Vietnam Vet who had say lost a
leg or too, or even just say a relative of someone who recently acquainted
themselves with some of the incredulous thinking that was “going
on” [sic]
these yoyos heads at the time or even just say a friend of a friend of friend
of friend who felt that it was time that Kissinger and the likes started to eat
sum real dog shit, can you imagine?
Over the years I have been rather fortunate to have been
able to surround myself with the best and the britest putting my trust in them
as opposed to wishful thinking altho there have been times when people have
looked at me somewhat askew for keeping on board an individual or too who
wasn’t the sharpest.
I keep both my sharp calculator from high
school with me wherever I go these days as a reminder not to forget how most of
the britest candles blew out long before they could liten up the skies hell
bent on accumulating so that they could retire early and then do what? While
those with integrity seemed to get smarter and smarter with each flicker coming
from the stars above as if to say, “Don’t be so quick to reach up
here, we are not going away anytime soon, make the most of the time you have
down there, the rewards up here are only for a select few.”
I may not always be as understanding to fools as I should
given my insite into what causes most people’s brains to begin the
downward spiral that eventually has their dna all tangled to mention little of
my “above average” not necessarily “excellent”
knowledge of laddering as it applies to the biotech industry, my only remaining
client tho head and shoulders above the rest, go Gensura Labs; altho when it
comes to “laddering” crimes committed by the Wall Street boys and
girls both plaintiff as well as defense attorneys would do well in hiring my
services but again I don’t come cheap and besides those attorneys who
know me rather well would be hard pressed to call me as an expert witness
because by the time my testimony was over their gravy train, i.e. the ongoing
trading of public companies would very likely come to an abrupt end.
Such action tho would help “mom & pop”
businesses all over the planet which is not exactly music to the ears of any
Wall Street player and you can see just from the after effects of 911 4 there
was little movement in most peoples’ daily lives despite sum 3,000 heavy
duty brokers disappearing off the earth in the flash of an “i”.
Were it not for the T-I communication lines being decimated in this despicable
cowardly act, stocks and the money laundering game would have continued without
the miss of a single heartbeat, the words of Ted Turner,
“…brave” in describing the hijackers will resonate around me
for quite sum time although I know Ted Turner is an idiot and was just using
airtime to promote his baseball club the Atlanta Braves.
I tell a story I believe it may be in my “Washington
Bunch” hyperlink but I could be wrong and I simply don’t have
the time to look right now given the fact that it is almost 6:30PM PST and I
need tu still pick up “our” Danielle from a friend her mother and I
wanting her to get in as much of her “dose of friends” as possible
before we leave for Europe later this week, not wanting her to be
“counting the days” as she did while in Missouri before being back
with her friends, friends oh so very important; us having no choice in our
parents, “free will” tho to pick our partners-friends ever so
carefully.
Suffice tu say it is a story of how Ted Turner who had his
back up against the wall as his bankers were about to draw the curtains down on
his show, the billboard business he had inherited from his Dad the foundation
of what became later known as Turner Broadcasting aka CNN becoming somewhat of
a drag.
Tired of getting the runaround the ‘black hats”
converged in a meeting room up in a skyscraper where instead of Ted taking it
on the chin, Ted did the only thing he knew how which was tu threaten the
living daylights out of the bankers by saying he was going to jump out the
window.
Now of course I wasn’t there but I have this from a
hi-ly reliable source who knew Ted intimately for many years. What I never
figured out was why the bankers didn’t just wait for him to calm down,
offering him say a Coors Lite and then on the elevator ride down hogtie him,
threaten tu deliver him to someone like Sol Kersner who has intimacy with
American Indian Chiefs as well as African despots, guys like Chief Mantanzima
of the Transkei a “poor alternative” assuming the Indians felt that
Hanoi Jane had already sucked the lifeblood out of Ted her liberal bent no doubt
allowing me to stretch things somewhat, altho she did look great in Barbie
Doll, and then give Ted a piece of advice, much like reading him his last
rights, altho I believe it would have been an option he would have ultimately
chosen,
“No matter what you are going
to get a haircut. Our
way or the Indian
way. The choice is yours, and forget being around to see King Golden connect
the superhiway through the sewer system using robotics even if you mite like it
up the ass since Gary S. Gevisser [GSG] says ‘over his dead body’
should u be allowed off the hook and we don’t mess with The Pisser.
And the only other choice is to go
shoot fish in “Misseri”
[sic] with Dr. JBS whose second ex-wife is GSG’s first and only bride and
all we can tell you is watch out for
JBS’s aim. He has done a whole lot of fishing including spear fishing and is
known tu like a beer or too which when combined can make the most mild mannered
maniac nothing short of wrecking ball and if you combine all these wrecking balls
and start swinging you have the power seen in a pendulum that with every strike
of the centerpiece-s
there is an equal and opposite reaction, all the swings tho contained by the
pull of gravity that GSG contends is just G-d
+ one, power, the aphrodisiac that ultimately destroys the best of us.
Naturally we would expect you to
take your chances with the Indians since you may have read that GSG’s
very special friend Anne L. Miller wanted to give her entire estate to the
Indian people who deserve a break from rapacious white folk so inbred it
isn’t even funny.”
This utter nonsense put out by the ruling elite that a guy
like Jesus who stood up tall and strong to the injustices of the time in their
Temple strongholds would somehow later advocate thru some telepathy of sorts
that The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth is
simply beyond my reasoning; moreover it stands tho to reason when you see how
it didn’t take very long after his death for the rapacious to get back
into the old routine of “I came, I saw, I conquered; now just hand me the
vino,” the hand of G-d everywhere.
The fact that my café was “desserted”
[sic] on of all days a bank holiday pisses me off “tu know end”
[sic] which reminds me that tomorrow I must follow up with South Africa’s
Minister of Finance letting him know how I am doing on coming with a Unified
Theory of the inner workings of the Universe as well as let him know that I
think he could do a whole lot better by engaging Devin Standard and myself to
assist in the much needed clean up in that part of the world.
Several weeks back I was out at our cabin and when the sun
went down I went on a rather long walk with my dog, the length not as important
as the back & forth which this time round was more than usual because he
was having to keep up with me and I was on a mission to see the curvature of
the earth in motion but stopped short once I saw the appearance of the new moon
as it seemed to rise in the west.
I was still reeling from the amazing evening the night
before where I got to see the too stars of Mizur, part of the Big Dipper; in
fact as one examines this star with higher amplification one sees that it is
made up of at least another too stars and there could be more but what one actually
sees is not endless at least not to the naked eye.
Until u have counted the number of stars on a clear nite u
are left with the impression that there are thousands out there, hundreds of
thousands, and if u pick up on the media sound bites u may think billions but
in fact there may not be more than a few hundred stars visible without external
aids and that is on a clear nite and why sum of the things that seem amazing to
many of us were second nature to those who came before particularly those thousands
of years ago whose led simple lives, oftentimes tho dying rather violently but
at the hand of who?
And of course many of the sages of old lived well and more
than a handful reaching a ripe old age long before there were so-called doctors
who many forget are only practicing medicine and for many patients their
patience has been tested one to many X.
Age is all a state of mind, takes care of the body which is
a function of a healthy mind, at least in my mind. Perhaps most remarkable is
that there is only one star, Polaris, that stays pretty much constant
throughout the night that without it tu guide sailors many of the voyages that
brought “new discoveries” may not have been made, certainly they
would have been delayed.
So when calculating the odds of one star that we see with
the naked eye which is in many ways responsible 4 getting mankind moving around
the planet not really being all that kind to those he “stumbled”
upon and those on horseback with guns to boot certainly left an impression,
what exactly is STABLE as in,
Pypeetoe altho he got me tu Peru and back last year
affording me the treatment usually bestowed on Kings is anything but a guide
dog and remains as Marie says, “a wimp…”, altho I certainly
gave the impression he was a guide dog when answering with my customary, “He
is a site hound and why would I deprive my G-d of seeing the sites of Machu
Picchu.” It is all about action-reaction.
Altho conventional wisdom is that the Universe at least from
our perspective is expanding it is going to take a while for those of us
grounded before the nite sky becomes totally pitched black which means we have
our work cut out to rein in the TOES who are hell bent on making hay in some fukukta space
lab when we could be sending monkeys like Bill Clinton, Poli Pollak, King
Golden and Dr. JBS in one way booster rockets and let them preach their BS to
any alien they encounter.
Getting back down to my business. Would you be so kind as to
run by the spot
and see for yourself what’s up? Hopefully there is more than just a spot
of grass remaining altho you know from possibly having read an E-mail or tTOo
from me I don’t happen to believe in luck, simply in doing the right
thing, keeping the nose hairs trim to
mention little of never sticking my nose into other’s peoples’
personal business unless I see a child or a momworker63,
or a widow, orphan or pensioner in distress and then I am likely to come out of
my cave with a vengeance.
In one or more of my emails I have mentioned that my life
altho to some a little “spotty”
in reality I have gone from green pastures to even greener pastures especially
it seems when folks don’t play it straight with me.
To repeat, my last communication from Neil and David was on Sunday May 18th
were they informed me,
“… Just read your email that was sent yesterday, we would
like to inform you that we will be in touch with Mr McClusky at Risdon and Hosegood
[my solicitors] to make the payment that you have requested. We are both happy
to except your conditions as stated in your email.”
As you may recall from my last email to your grandmother I
planned to watch the situation more closely than I had with the previous
manager, Mr.
Knight who went by the handle “SunandMoon.” My understanding is
that David and Neil had started to develop a “good reputation” tho
it was mostly on “my nickel” as the Americans would say.
Although I live in the United States and feel proud to call
myself an American I consider myself first and foremost a citizen of the world,
giving everyone I come into contact with the benefit of the doubt asking just a
few questions about them but letting them know as much about me as possible
without them getting “tTOo” bored.
Over memorial weekend I spent some 4 hours with a relatively
young couple, biologically speaking, who were visiting California. The guy
happens to be the son of Ron Bellows who I
happen to care for quite a bit, one of the very few corporate executives I know
who play it absolutely straight, managing though to make ends meet which is
quite a feat considering how it is the rapacious individuals who most often
make it to the top of the corporate ladder.
Guidance tTOo
has been updated
somewhat and it could possibly serve as a guide to folks to measure their words
ever so carefully although actions do speak loudest. Being an oshon or so away
from Minehead does make it, however, somewhat difficult to see with my own eyes
all that is going on but I remain firmly convinced until such time as the
evidence shows otherwise that what goes around eventually comes around it just
sumtimes takes longer than what many members of our “instant
gratification” world hope 4.
Note 56 is rather gratifying as it is ties in rather well with
the street as well as home telephone number of Mr. Krinsk who may this coming
August decide this is a good time tu jump on tu Mars as it approaches our
planet for closest time in G-d only knows for sure. Both Jeffrey and I have
this fixation with “laddering” that u can read more about in the
“Ron Bellows” hyperlink, assuming u are interested.
I am in fact a very patient person subscribing to a number
of things including a point of view provided to me by my amazing wife,
“Vengeance is sweet to
the heart of an Indian”, i.e. one must never be in to much of a hurry nor
for that matter does it pay to indulge in drugs that deaden the senses.
As I mentioned to
Although many would consider the province of Natal producing
the best “pot” in the world this was not sumthing I or my close
friends engaged in on a regular basis and on those odd occasions it was tu
relieve the boredom while attending university preferring as kids well into our
teens pillow
fights before advancing into intellectual fist fights with young women who
were not only far better looking but pretty bright to boot.
One of my first girlfriends happened to be the eldest
daughter of the “gentleman” we referred to as the “Pig”
and just the other day I read a rather sweet note from Marian Lazarus that she
wrote in my diary back in 1972 when she came to Israel to visit for a short
period while I was on a 4 month “sabbatical.”
It is easy to sweep things under the carpet when one has
some rather good memories that overshadow the rough spots but when one comes to
the realization that the good times are in fact achieved on the backs of others
for no other reason than the color of their skin then one is doing “the
cause” no good. Not only is one breaking G-d’s laws but it really
isn’t SMART to create short circuits in one’s own brain a direct
result of lying, stealing and cheating which includes the act of
“omission.”
It is my hope that science, mathematics, art and technology,
never to forget religion which is anything butt a 4 lettered word will prove
out in time some if not all of the things I contend. I am neither a
contentious, certainly I am not litigious and nor am I cantankerous but when I
see BS I am liable to come out swinging which reminds me of my one good friend
growing up who first name happens to Jeffrey. He was also on
“Ulpan” with me back in 1972 when we were just 15 and he was not
someone who napped and who could be counted if things got a little to heated
up. It so happens that his message to me was written from the bottom up. One of
these days I will post the diary I kept on that rather remarkable 4 month trip
up on the NextraTerrestrial.com website.
Time to begin thinking about responding to “The
Pig’s” nephew, Norman Lazarus.
Thanking you in advance for helping me out,
Gary
