From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
Wednesday, November 05, 2003 5:36 PM
To: '
Natalie Hinden-Kuhles'
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: HI Gary - Next Symposium - Certification...---...

Dear Natalie-The Nose,

I recall you returning my phone call and I still would like to speak with you, nothing more important I am doing these days then to help c tu it that the likes of Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman get what they rightfully deserve, my having sumwhat of a sense of how the Good Lord plans to return such despicable characters back to this “sic earth” [sic], up to each one of us until such time as we meet our maker tu toe the line, missing this Monday’s soccer practice having sumwhat misjudged the creek nearby the beach house landing though on my feet, ankle deep though, in sludge, Pypeetoe, instead of jumping all the way across obviously thinking I knew what I was doing,  today’s New York Times headline news quite sumthing, folks in New York City voting down a measure that would have dispensed with so-called primary” races? Hi Po-li Pollak.

So where do u think I am going with all this, a little barmy” as in nuts” more and more folks thinking about carrying “stun guns” or do u think I got a little fixated on the banner headline contained in the “primary” hyperlink, that shows a picture of Einstein to the left of the words,

Hey Genius, answer this blah blah

Not tu forget that Republican primary gubernatorial race that had sumhow Bill Simon coming from behind tu pip the heavyweight frontrunner, former Mayor of Los Angeles, Richard Riordan, tu the punch.

Hi Jim Gibson, I haven’t forgotten about u, rest assured, the same with u, Ms. Diana Henriques, at least tell me whether

Or

Not, u think, the question, If a man speaks in a forest and there is only a woman around, is he still wrong? is pretty funny, beginning to feel a little like this is a “Punch & Judy” show or how about Hanzel and Greta, hi Jeff Rabin?

And of course u have all been following my every word lately, therefore knowing this is a revival of sorts of the Gong Show, not tu be confused with Ken Blanchard’s Gung Ho! book, all of u at this time surely having received my “shot across the bow” tu Mr. Richard Cooper, no doubt; now would be a good time to take a breather, remember breath in through the nose to the count of 5 and breath out, also through the nose to the count of 5, maintaining through the belly button your sense of gravity, having a sense of humor also helpful, at this time.

If feeling the need to fart, then feel free, remember though what goes around, blah blah, airborne particles of feces different in many ways tu throwing crap up against the wall, hi Mr. George G. Hurst Esq, are u staying, in tune, listening to more rap, please at least let me know whether u had anything to do with the “boned up the ass by Bubba” posting on the Yahoo Revlon message board directed towards me back on October 2nd 1999 01:40 PM EST roughly 24 hours after the SCAL against Mr. Ronald “O. Ring” Perelman and his pirates was filed by at least one “very skilled & experienced” attorney.

Hi Professor Aaron “BrowNose” Brown, this email will soon be up on The Buck Stops Here lounge, again, now would be a good time tu surrender your website, agree?

Naturally, if Ken Blanchard feels that I am “riding his coattails” then I would suggest he also hold on tight and join in the fun, remember if u r not part of the solution then you are part of the problem, hi mom, I luv u too, death, and back again, and again.

Butt remember, if u all get your orders in pronto for Manager Minute One, I promise to provide you with a first edition signed copy.

7 paragraphs above I placed a hyperlink over part of the word “whether” not tu be confused with the Wetherly Capital Group [WCG] who were behind the hijacking of those so very important California Gubernatorial elections that along with other not so talked about elections help place the so-called “right folks” who actually have only allegiance tu themselves and their handlers, in pivotal spots, such as the California Coastal Commission, pensions galore.

Thinking of Al Gore, Natalie, can u tell me why you think on the home page of the New York Times Internet edition there is no subtitle with the word POLITICS in fact as of this time, 3:06PM PST the word “politic” only appears once see below,

A Screening With Stars but a Focus on Politics

At 1:36PM PST the word “politic” could not be found, incredible wouldn’t u agree?

I chose the subtitle of this Next Symposium, Certification…---… 4 the simple reason after speaking with Mr. Krinsk Esq. my being informed of a number of things including what I thought was a suggestion that I get a broadcast certification with the signal originating from Stonehenge II although the possibility exists Mr. Krinsk was actually referring to a different type of certification specifically as it relates to the SCAL against Dish Networks, still thinking about this particular satellite dish in front of the Rupa Wasi Hostel in Agua Calientes the village located at the base of Machu Picchu in Peru.

Not 4 more than a minute or too, possibly 3, forgetting about The Hot Water Wars so very closely linked with the rigging of the California Gubernatorial elections held a year ago this coming Saturday, hi Seth Lubove.

Both Jeffrey and I far to busy to take the time out 4 our customary lunch down at Rainwaters albeit the outside patio view of San Diego Bay now totally obscured although at one point I thought of the possibility of running into our great president George W. Bush who is visiting the fire damaged area, our cabins being the spot that the incredibly brave firefighters drew “the line in the sand” possibly the southern most point of the 100 mile wall of fire.

Neither my Mini Cooper S or the Ducati, however, currently operable, the Mini in the repair shop and the Ducati’s battery although bran-spanking-new and my riding it just every other day, not able tu keep a charge and of course I would never suspect u of using my Nieman Marcus charge card to purchase $1500 odd of ladies shoes, albeit too, on sale, agree?

Taking a quick step back, what did u really think of Mark Anthony’s speech, and please don’t worry I am not about tu digress all that far into why my uncle, my father’s first cousin, David Gevisser, who has a son named Mark and another whose first name I believe is Anthony, sumhow despite being consigliore tu Charles Englehard, considered by many at one time tu be the most powerful businessman in the world, if not the richest, was incapable despite being his uncle Sol Moshal’s “blue eyed boy” of knocking sense in to this other despicable character who “blew it big time”, at least not making him aware that there existed the possibility that another Gevisser, one with both resources and most importantly a conscience, equipped also with a rather good memory would one day wake up more than the pitiful very Jewish neighborhood where the big machers, i.e. leaders, such as Sidney Lazarus, the son of Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus currently reside,

Hi Sidney; don’t tell me u r considering moving tu the land down under” and of course u remember giving my Dad a little bit of a hard time when it came to finally winding up the estate of his father, the late, but very great, Israel Issy Gevisser, who second wife, the “sellout” Jenny, was before returning tu earth as a gnat the sister of your terrific mother, Joan, who I care 4 very much, never tu forget, young man, that in all the years Jenny Gevisser “cried poverty” would she produce a simple balance sheet, wonder why?

The instant we, Jew, Gentile, Muslim, Hindu, Atheist, i.e. Moron, et al forget the First Commandment we begin the squirrelly path intu no-man’s-land, humankind mostly hostile to the environment, certainly anything but kind to his brother and sister us all related each one of us having rather soft skins, at least this time around, our inheritance being depleted with each downward tick, the stock market just moments away from imploding, the insurance companies on the brink of collapse, likeminded folk such as me, at this time very possibly more than a handful, perhaps even Elliot Spitzer, the Elliot Ness of modern times, well aware of such matters, hope though in the air, assuming I can get out Part 8 of my 8 Part Mini Series to the masses.

And of course it is a violation of G-D’s covenant with man to own property for pure speculation.

Talking of return, after walking along the beach from our beach house to the Cave, just another party house of sorts. where I also do sum of my best thinking, running first into a lady also without an unleashed dog in violation of the law, her agreeing that what keeps the masses in check is having ridiculous laws such as leashing dogs while out of control human beings operate as nothing less than pigs at the trough, the so-called professionals, doctors, lawyers and accountants although sumwhat in competition with one another are not exactly one-man-woman-shops such artist painters such as RayAnne Marks having paid her dues and then some, 15 years under the apprenticeship of one of the greatest painters of all times, Sebastian Capella, who have tu compete in the real world, in a truly free market economy, one-person-shops the answer to a whole number of problems, I came across this memorial, placed by Brianne’s “Mom and Dad”.

Brianne was killed a few years back on Thanksgiving day apparently not by a train, as she and a friend perhaps not much more than 9 years of age were walking along the sidewalk “write” [sic] at the railway crossing in downtown Del Mar, but by an out of control SUB” [sic].

There have been a number of theories thrown about by locals interested in getting to the bottom of this rather strange event, the strangest tu me being the fact that there was so little press coverage, moreover this apparently was not the first time such a tragic event has taken place in this rather tranquil upscale setting located between those living in a miserable shtel like La Jolla and others far more modest such as Joe Steinberg one of the too lead dogs running Leucadia National Corporation, who hang out in Solana Beach, where a local resident just the other week was forced by the city council to lob 4 feet off his house, all according to the Del Mar Times that someone once mentioned is owned by a group of ex South Africans, something I have yet to verify.

One of the thoughts that occurred to me was how much were “Mom and Dad” willing to be paid off by the driver of the SUV or perhaps his-her parent or parents assuming of course “Mom and Dad” were in fact “hushed up” not to suggest that whoever was driving this vehicle was under the influence of drugs, the biggest killer on the road most agreeing these days to be a combination of both alcohol and pot, perhaps a little more potent than the pot Dr. JBS once grew in his back yard when living in a poorer neighborhood of town not that someone like his neighbor Mr. King Golden Esq. a full-on pot head would have reported such a violation of the law to the authorities given a number of facts including Mr. Golden having mastered the production of this narcotic probably as well as he had his ability to nail “bar flies” with not quite a University of Virginia Law School education, both Dr. JBS and Mr. Golden Esq. more and more folks agreeing with me having let their formal education interfere with their learning, at a minimum.

In time others may feel inclined to get to the bottom of this one story as well as what exactly was the cause of the several hundred seagulls dying a horrific death on our shorelines, nothing quite like seeing someone returned to earth as beautiful as a bird ending up starving to death possibly brought on by the soot generated by the fires here in southern California although I came across yesterday while walking much earlier in the morning a canister with the words marked in bold black letters MARKER and the word Phosphorous in red with instructions to call either the police or the military, the 911 operator having the good sense to call the Del Mar Fire Department who responded quite quickly once I mentioned this device was still smoking.

It is not, however, the first time such a military marker has shown up on our shores but it was certainly the first time I came across such an ominous looking piece of equipment while kicking a tennis ball preparing Pypeetoe once again for the next Iron Man competition, the last one I am aware of overseas being held in Austria.

Which brings me to the rather interesting discussion I had yesterday fairly late into the evening with too rather important people in my life as we walked our dogs.

I began the dialogue by first mention to our friend Gene the article I had come across in the New York Times dealing with what appears to be an insurmountable problem facing the world scheduled to impact us all within the next hundred years according to the greatest scientific minds watching our atmosphere implode due the burning of fossil fuels, global warming though, not a new subject but this article at least lays out quite clearly a number of unrealistic options including the need to have someone in charge who knows what they are talking about who cannot be bought off.

Good luck”, hi again, Seth Lubove, is not exactly what Marie commented, her focus more on the point I have been making for sum time now of the need for us all to become somewhat more transparent.

And of course the Halloween pumpkin produced by our JoNathan and his friend Connor although quite original, never tu be told such enabling, co-dependency stuff along the lines of, “Let me show you how!” although producing terrific light for a romantic evening watching a Van Gough picturesque, cotton filled sky, just part of the moon and the too lights from Mars, quite breath taking.

Taking my breath away as Gene and I pondered why not included in the article written by undoubtedly top rated scientific journalists were energy sources such as thermal energy produced naturally without the need for any electricity to speak of, the cost of electricity pretty much common to all forms of alternative energy generation other than solar that currently constitutes around a percent or so of our overall needs, us simply needing to dig as deep to the point where water boils, i.e. 212 degrees Fahrenheit, in sum spots such as Yellowstone National Park just a couple of inches, perhaps the same in Iceland, the earth’s crust not exactly uniform but seemingly a good place to start than beginning to think about placing a $200 billion solar satellite just outside of earth’s atmosphere where all our farts are collected, within, however, earth’s orbit, not all that much money when one considers the $87.5 billion just approved by Congress to fight just too wars at the moment, one in Afghanistan and the other in Iraq, was Marie’s point that who could be more transparent than Arnold “I am a fake, have no fake moustache, can look good in a suite, produce a broad smile, promise not to grope any other women as long as my fukukta Kennedy wife puts sum meat on her skeleton” Schwarzenegger.

And of course Marie is once again so right, me continuing tu be on a short leash, how easily distracted we all are going about our daily lives thinking somehow someone else, say the next generation will take care of things which brings me back to what Mr. Warren BO” Buffet said going on too years ago,

There is the certainty of a nuclear-biological attack on one of our major cities in the United States between the next 10 minutes butt less than 50 years?” [non-sic].

In less than 24 hours from now Stratos LIghtwave Inc. is going to have its Annual General Meeting [AGM] of stockholders to vote on the merger with Sterling Holding Company whose current Chairman of the Board is Mr. Newell Starks, a gentleman I know rather well, rarely do I make  loans of sum $40,000 tu just anyone.

Mr. Starks is also known to one member of the Washington Bunch, Ms. Valerie Schulte, hi Valerie, an attorney for the National Association of Broadcasters, that shouldn’t be banned but simply put out to pasture, mostly die hard Democrats in a rut, not that the NAB mix in when the issue of “free speech” begins to border on “fair competition” which brings me to the point of why the so-called “mass media” do not want to touch my itsy bitsy story of “smoking gun evidence” in my possession, possession to the best of my knowledge remaining 9/10ths of the law, that spells out in no uncertain terms political corruption at the highest levels of the Democratic Party.

This E-mail is intended to reach out first and foremost to anyone in the vicinity of Des Moines, Illinois who would be interested in attending the AGM scheduled for tomorrow, 10:30AM CST, my being all butt certain I can arrange for my wife, Marie Dion Gevisser, to provide the necessary proxy, bearing in mind that contained within the previous hyperlink is sufficient information not necessarily to sink a battleship but enough to give Mr. Starks a serious bout of angina although not as “stiletto like” as my E-mail a week ago tomorrow tu Mr. Rich Cooper who for the life of me seems to be having such a difficult time letting me know whether he thinks the information I recently came across concerning Michael Steinhardt of the Steinhardt $5 billion Hedge Fund is nothing short of a bunch of Nazi propaganda and if so what precisely, agree?

Natalie, ordinarily at this time, it now 4:26 PM PST I would be heading back from lunch with Jeffrey Krinsk doubt Jeffrey very willing and able to offer you all the assistance you need in your upcoming trial although I don’t know given the additional responsibilities I hope he will embrace, not that I will resort to chopping off his legs as well as his elbows unless of course the alligators have truly got the better of him, he will be in a position like me to lend support in person at your trial this coming November 18th.

Now I cannot at this time make a firm commitment given the fact that I am “currantly” [sic] hell bent on having the law practices of the likes of Mr. Krinsk Esq. put on hold 4 anywhere between the next 10 minutes and 50 years as I now turn up the steam, remember all it takes is heating water to approximately 212 degrees Fahrenheit to turn generators that in turn create electricity, nor for that matter am I interested in throwing my “hat into the ring” to become the next energy czar, although I could probably contribute an idea or too in less time than it took Marie, Gene and I to disrupt the dinner of a beach house owner, who happens to have built the absolutely perfect spot 4 Marie + I + Gene + the dogs + the kids assuming they don’t grow up to be diks like their sperm donor tu next inhabit should our next party once again spill out into the street and we get “thrown out” of yet another neighborhood, well not exactly, folks from our old neighborhood likely to attend en masse.

Yesterday at 1:27PM PST precisely I received a call from the Mini dealership confirming that my car having sprung a leak in the radiator had arrived on top of a flat bed trailer much like the one I assume King Golden Jnr. Esq. stood on back in 1972 alongside Democratic Presidential hopeful Senator Muskie failing, however, to thrust himself into the crowd of onlookers including the media now making mincemeat of another Democratic Party crybaby.

And of course I assume, you like me, like Ronald Reagan be4 he lost his marbles think highly of Democratic Party type principles much like communism but when it comes to actually casting our vote use what’s left of the vacuum environment between our ears, i.e. the non-vacuum area to send a message that although communism is quite brilliant in theory in practice it results in nothing short of Nazism, never, ever, ever tu sweep anything under the carpet, my incredible wife later in the day after getting back from art class with Sebastian Capella with Raye Anne Mark’s masterpiece tucked under her belt, deciding to pick up a broom, sweeping the kitchen floor much the same way she applies paint to a piece of canvass, bright, very precise and incredibly Jewish in her approach to life, always sweating the details, her E-mail this morning to her kids’ sperm donor, Dr. JBS, quite masterful just like the one she sent him this past Saturday morning.

Soon after Marie left the house yesterday morning our friend Marius who we first met last St. Valentines Day visited the beach house, never to forget the previous St. Valentines Day when Marie+I ran into Wes Anson and his wife Susan Bailey at Roger Hedgecock’s former restaurant known back then as Roger’s on 5th in downtown San Diego, never tu forget Anne L. Miller, Wes being part of the local Harvard Club also catering to a bunch of crybabies, albeit Roger Hedgecock a recovering attorney as well as a left wing liberal much like his pal, my former attorney-pal, Mr. King Golden Esq, Roger later coming tu terms that liberalism doesn’t sell that well over the airwaves and now Mr. Conservative, and like anyone on the far right or far left, both one and the same, very much in my “cross-hairs.”

The possibility exists that both Wes and Susan have got on the horn tu their good friend Mr. Krinsk much like Laurie cking absolution” Black in an effort tu now get me off their back, not that this rather sophisticated couple c us Jewish people as having horns on our heads, them, though, like the Krinsks, the Finkelsteins, and our other good friend Dr. Paul Tierstein and his incredible wife, whose name escapes me, I don’t believe actually having produced any offspring, no doubt feeling just like our friend Gene that they had done the world so incredibly overpopulated a favor or too, Dr. Tierstein ranked I am told in the top 3 cardiologists in the world, probably #1 in terms of his balance sheet, probably violating a covenant or too with G-D in terms of holding on to real estate for speculative purposes, hi Paul.

And I would suspect that if this were the case Mr. Krinsk would remind Wes and Susan of too things; first that I come with a hazard sign”; second, that he can only make suggestions tu me; third, he was one of the first albeit the only person to advocate that I talk Marie into marrying me; fourth, he, again being Jeffrey, not G-D, remembers distinctly me telling him how unconscionable for a group of left wing elitists to be frequenting the restaurant establishment of a supposed “turncoat” such as Roger Hedgecock, and fifth, more than a handful of people attending Jeffrey and his wife’s wedding seemingly a lifetime ago remembering Wes, Jeffrey’s best man, making a point, possibly for the first time in his fricken life, actually telling the whole truth and nothing butt the truth when he broadcasted in the clearest voice any nincompoop anywhere in the world would possibly hear unless deaf or addicted to pain killers, no doubt blasting Jeffrey’s incredible but aging parents to hell and gone that Jeffrey is “bi-polar” which to me suggested that Jeffrey was in fact related to the sun.

Following this email I plan to send out a follow up email to Mr. George “Money Talks” Hurst Esq. the attorney 4 my wife’s former husband, again at least twice divorced Dr. JBS who very likely, as I have mentioned be4, violated my “rights and privileges” when he et al accessed my one website database directory, finding, however, nothing of interest in attempting tu add weight tu their baseless criminal complaint that had painted me as some type of monster describing me, however, what I have only dreamed in my wildest dreams, 5 feet, yet born with only too feet, 11 inches long,

Or

tall that is, 180 pounds, of solid muscle, and sum 5 years younger than my biological age, thinking possibly that such flattery would mitigate the damages that continue to stack up, my attorney, Mr. James C. Ashworth, to the best of my knowledge still hospitalized, very possibly addicted to pain killers, the result of a rather horrendous car accident several years back; my remaining hopeful that Jim will regain his strength and join the growing ranks of the ever more powerful, yet, more and more of us being unemployed

Or

perhaps a better word would be “unemployable”, one thought I had of gaining employment at the law firm of Finkelstein and Krinsk was tu submit an application for secretarial work providing all the details necessary to be guaranteed the job, i.e. typing 130+ words per minute, telling them that I am a paraplegic, capable though of operating from home via The Internet simply having them place cassettes that contain their dictation in overnight mail, then after being eligible for maximum benefits under California State Law tripping on one of the tapes that I very delicately dismantle and should say Howard Finkelstein throw something at me along the following lines,

“Stop walking around your office like a leaky watering can and in a hunched position because u have a little bit of work to do, blah blah, and remember although I have not been tu The Cave being related tu Adam, possibly Eve as well, I am in fact capable of imagining. Based on what I’ve seen your writing couldn’t get u out of 3rd grade. I don’t know how you gained entry into this establishment and don’t give me any bull about your pal Jeffrey Malatskey cornering the market on stolen bar exams something even my partner Jeffrey R. Krinsk somehow managed to pass, nothing to do with that Inka stone that had him hospitalized last year leading to a delay in the deposition of Mr. Goodday of Revlon, but we r going tu teach u how tu finally express ideas in a cogent and winning manner irrespective of your incompetence.”

in an attempt to deprive me of some $400+ per week in worker compensation benefits, within 3 years scheduled to increase to over $800 per week, I will, if Mr. Finkelstein pushes me against the wall, remind him of my remaining rights and privileges, including at this time a one-third interest in Pypeetoe, the belly section, which assuming he doesn’t get run over by a truck, eaten by the same lion that devoured my friend, Irwin Strous’ mother, could have Howard finally being worth some serious money.

Of course Howard would have to get both Marie and our JoNathan, each owning one-third, JoNathan the head, Marie the hind quarters to go along with his ideas, baring in mind, possession once again remains 9/10ths of the law, the last hyperlink containing once again the incredible Halloween pumpkin produced by JoNathan and his friend Connor, the clothed female figure “cut and pasted” much like the smiley face on this hyperlink, hang in there Mr. Hurst, the best is yet tu cum, don’t think for a single minute either Marie or I will ever forget your attempts to intimidate a material witness outside the courtroom making such a big deal out of my “smiley face” photograph taken on Black’s Beach, La Jolla, in full view of my pal, Roy Essakow’s former residence, exposing most of all your very very sick and utterly sinful mind tu mention little of your barbarian client Dr. JBS and yes I have every reason to believe that my book Manager Minute One [MM1] would outsell Mr. Burrough’s Barbarians At The Gate by at least a thousand tu one.

How about this Mr. George G. Hurst Esq, what if we were to agree that the monies I would be able to get out of a jury of your clients et al peers is nothing short of $2 million and if in fact the sales of MM1 do NOT exceed by a thousand 4 every one    sold within say a period of just 3 years from now,  then the “debt” will be forgiven, moreover, I won’t publicize the truth anymore than what is already out there for public viewing.

If, however, the sales of MM1 do in fact exceed by a factor of 1000:1 Barbarians At The Gate then u, your client et al will hand over tu me or my heirs, should I lets say “disappear” a cool $4 million, agree?

I could care less what the name of this book others deem best, my inner circle having the final say, Manager Minute One just like EmanANDdog.COM fitting in rather well in terms of where I believe Albert Einstein went wrong, Quantum Mechanics so very important, the link or Holy Grail between the cosmos and metaphysics, at least that is my opinion, never, ever, tu be arrogant, the life of an ant though a whole lot better than a one of those stinky beetles, agree?

And 4 the record, Mr. Hurst, I don’t believe Roy Essakow and his immediate family moving to Los Angeles had anything to do with his attraction to beautiful women unless u r now suggesting the conspiracy that led to the initial complaint being filed against me on September 11th, 2002 extends to members of the current and former Durban Jewish Community to mention little of how pitiful it was tu watch u and your client begging Judge Hendrix as he unleashed the guillotine on your heads to issue a stipulation that I be prevented from saying anything derogatory about Dr. JBS to his too offspring that we know of, as if I, at the time “just the boyfriend”, would have had more influence over these too incredible children than a pathetic individual such as Dr. JBS who is all about money, agree?

Natalie, please understand that I am currently working on approximately 5 other emails at this time, keeping everything in sum resemblance of order extraordinarily difficult, hi Ms. Vicky “Sticky” Schiff difficult especially when one considers I have been at this now 4 a good 2 hours leaving me with another one hour given my self imposed 3 hour daily limit of actually typing in front of a computer screen, to mention little of my computer so hot that I constantly have to move it from my lap onto a desk-table which at a minimum disrupts my logical thought processes, the need 4 me to get a T-1 line now essential.

The ploys that sum people will go to in order tu c justice done can be quite breathtaking which brings me ever so briefly back to a point I covered in my dialogue yesterday with Marius regarding why Mr. Jeff Rabin of the Los Angeles Times, so hot on the trail of Mr. Dan Weinstein back in the fall-winter of 2000-2001 butt when confronted with the opportunity to examine in the minutest of detail the “smoking gun evidence” I have gathered of political corruption at the highest levels of the Democratic Party with ties to both Governor Davis of California as well as former disgraced President Bill “Wallpaper” Clinton, Mr. Rabin and his handlers getting so pitifully deafeningly silent, one has to ask, “What’s up Doc?”; Mr. Rabin writing about such serious stuff as a criminal investigation into the possible wrongdoing involving a whole bunch of Indian gaming chiefs, no connection I know of tu the white Indian gambling “chef-Czar” [sic] not Dr. Jonathan Beare or Sol “Gambling Czar” Kersner, hell bent on “cornering” the previous Los Angeles mayoral election, also, I should add there being no connection I know of to the South African soccer team Kaiser Chiefs, or even for that matter the hospital chain Kaiser Permanente, still quite incredible the fact that by the time fires arrived at our cabins’ doorsteps the fireman had managed tu muster a fire truck and crew for each one of our cabins, numbering I would guess around 40 odd, or so this is what was told tu Marie + I by the fireman in truck #44.

Hi again Jeff Rabin, never tu forget Mr. Rabin that it was Mr. Dan Weinstein that sought my “pay through the nose” services, hi William H. Jackson, in keeping the likes of you off his chest, not tu suggest that you Mr. Rabin ever had sex with Mr. Weinstein or what about Mr. Ziman, the chairman of WCG’s board of directors or his so very good looking sidekicks, I just can’t c you and Ms. Vicky “Sticky” Schiff getting it on, she generally going for guys who don’t have trouble getting, a hard on, 4 doing what a man does best, taking good direction, not that u r married or your wife now seeking a divorce again, take your pick, you are either incompetent or culpable, agree?

So, Natalie, how many times would u say you have made it through the narrow stretch sumwhat of a “fork in the road” at the point where the number 4 joins up with its exactly equal and opposite number that has the initial makings of the infinity sign ~ ∞, a little rough going, at first?

Not that I have the least bit of interest in your or anyone else’s sex life but what is a man supposed to do if the likes of Mr. Rabin, Mr. Matt Potter, Ms. Diana Henriques, Ms. Kimberly Hunt, Mr. Seth Lubove, Mr. Peter Bloch of Penthouse Magazine, Rabbi-Philosophers Weiss and Prager et al don’t want tu engage in the Next Symposium, call 4 a referendum, of sorts, agree?

Given, however, the fact that Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. has a rock I picked up in Peru used by the Inka’s to smooth out rough edges, apparently 9 on the Moses scale, not to be confused with A Comparison of the Self Concepts of Indian and non-Indian Graduate Students at the University of South Dakota, by Rachel D. Moses, in time all the loose ends coming together, assuming there is enough time left, this go around for King Muck to rise once again, the earth getting warmer, i.e. the worms releasing oxygen into the air going to have to work that much harder

Or

our maker simply making more worms out of the likes of Dr. JBS or in his neighbor’s case, Mr. King Golden Esq. returning this go around as either a simple fruit fly.

And assuming Mr. Golden begins to start moving in the right, no need tu be extreme, then my sense is that The Lord will have Mr. Golden very likely returning as a fire fly, allowing those specializing in the area of bio and chemiluminescence tu extract the lucifrin-luciferous which can then be used in conjunction with a photometer to diagnose accurately in the space of a few minutes as opposed to say 24 hours when using traditional methods such as radio immune assays, the level of bacteria in urine or human feces. 

Natalie, remember the possibility exists that Mr. Krinsk was in fact that beloved King who converted his entire kingdom of white wheaty eating Christians such as me in to Jews, agree?

Nothing worse, wouldn’t you agree than folks hell bent on going around in circles not having deduced despite the mathematics telling us so very clearly that there isn’t such a thing as perfect circle kinda like the G u c hanging in the previous hyperlink or at the bottom of each page of the nextraterrestrial.com website, our Next Symposium fully underway, nothing quite like the dexterity of my dog Pypeetoe who can grab his tail from either his left or right side never missing an opportunity, however, to lick his penis.

With that said, enough 4 sum tu consider having a stent implanted, the stinky business, hi Gary Glass, that plagues most of our “controlled industries” including the pharmaceutical industry that makes it possible, however, for the likes of my wife tu get a job should Mr. Krinsk Esq. and the other co-executor of my estate Mr. Devin Standard decide to collude having me placed in an infirmary, better yet a padded cell, hi again Professor Aaron “Brown-Robert-Nose” Brown no doubt arguing it is for my own “safekeeping” the story behind that one deposit key giving the likes of Ms. Vicky “Sticky” Schiff nothing short of a coronary thrombosis which brings me to the point of whether there has there been any further mention during your discovery process of the SCAL lawsuit filed on October 1st 1999, specifically as it relates tu me?

May I suggest you go through with a fine tooth comb what came out of Jeffrey’s deposition back on October 17th of last year as well as Judge Stein’s earlier opinion which you can access on the www.footsak.com website, bearing in mind that there were a number of potential witnesses who chose not to come forward, no doubt “in fear of their lives.”

I consider, however, Ronald “Capo di capi” Perelman nothing short of pipsqueak.

And the fact that he is possibly 6 inches taller than me assuming he has been more religious in executing his Pilates, always remembering to breath in to the count of 5 through the nose, and out to the count of 5, again all through the nose, makes him that much more vulnerable, i.e. the bigger they are the harder they fall, nothing quite like having a nose for ferreting out the most pitiful amongst us, a cushion to boot, not that I am suggesting you or anyone else cut off their nose to spite their face even if it turns out they have the most ugly-duck look.

Let me know if I can be of further help.

All the best,

Gary

Ps – Natalie, unless I hear otherweiss, hi again Professor Aaron “BrownNose” Brown, I will assume you have no problem in me broadcasting this email, Professor Brown despite his poor conditioning like the others of a similar nature can be counted on at this time, I assume, to limit this limited broadcast to his finance students at the Yeshiva in New York City, my sense is that the vast majority of outsiders showing up at the eRaider.com website r the result of the Next Symposium.

No doubt it is just a matter of time be4 this Brown character gets with the program; hey professor why not hightail down to Des Moines, Illinois tomorrow, assuming u r only reading this footnote, where there is scheduled an Annual General Meeting [AGM] of Stratos Lightwave Inc. shareholders about to approve a merger of “unequals” my pal Mr. Newell Starks having been brought out of retirement now Chairman of the Board of Sterling Holding Company, the one fronting company for Citicorp Ventures Corporation [CVC], no need to look “quickly” for a shareholder, 4 I c little difficulty in getting my wife to assign to you her proxy, agree?

Natalie, right now I am on a roll although it is doubtful since I now will be walking back to the beach house in the dark with Pypeetoe who remains all feet, no teeth to his bark and more afraid of the dark than even me, that I will send out the other emails all pretty much at the same point of completion, the biggest hurdle I am facing at this time being the amount of time it takes to apply the hyperlinks.

By the way is there really much of a difference these days between say a 99c lipstick and the $10 one that my wife chooses tu purchase, which lasts a lifetime assuming our 14 year-old doesn’t get her hands on it, to mention little of how nice it is to wake up next to someone who wears little or no makeup, my dog Pypeetoe, today more than just my co-dependant.



-----Original Message-----
From:
Natalie Hinden-Kuhles [mailto:nataliehk@aromatec.com]
Sent:
Tuesday, November 04, 2003 12:00 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: HI Gary

How are you?  Busy writing I see!  I hope all your hard work is paying off.

I just thought I’d let you know that we found out yesterday we are going to trial on November 18.  After 4 years, it looks like the end may be near.

I’ll keep you posted.

Regards,

Natalie