From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To:
Cc: rest
Subject: Part 3 of an 8 part series of emails setting the
“ground rules” for a meeting with
Subtitle: World War III continues unabated, butt ever so
peacefully, considering.
Jim, I assume u got a good night rest and agree with
the statement made by a member of my inner circle in response to having read
thoroughly Parts 1 and 2, “You have to be nuts to think there are enough people
with enough brain cells left to get the point.”
And I remain hopeful that u will find the courage to
agree to my “ground rules” for a meeting that would allow me to go through with
you all the “smoking
gun evidence” of political corruption at the highest levels of the Democratic
Party that led to the rigging of the last California Gubernatorial elections.
But of course as long as I can get one politician or
would-be politician to do the right thing, blah
blah.
Quite amazing isn’t it how many of you and your media allies
are petrified to be placed in a position where u might in fact feel pressure
from “above” as
well as “below”
to do the right thing, nothing quite like a Dutch sandwich?
And if you were thinking dark
chocolate that is exactly the yogurt I purchased last night for our 14-year-old
who continues to impress me with her ability to respond so well to some of my
fast balls, Danielle fully aware that there are many things I have yet to
learn, most of my enlightenment these days coming from watching her and her mom
interact so well.
As you know copied on all my emails
is a representative sample of the world’s population and Polie Pollack, a
left wing liberal, whose day job has to do with selling fukukta municipal bonds
on Wall Street is nearly always included.
It has been a while since Polie who
just loves to see himself on television last had the guts to communicate with
me directly but last night he met with
I don’t quite have the mental telepathy bit going
with Devin as I do with Mr.
Suffice
to say I would be willing to bet my last dollar that Polie Pollack visited the
Clintons in Devin’s home town last week and Devin’s father you may recall is
the President of the New York Bar Association, trying to get a number of
attorneys including Mr. Bob Kaplan to always do “the right thing” and Bob
Kaplan u may recall, was co-lead counsel with
Those of us in the know, know only
to well that we are all living on borrowed time,
and even the best of the best it seems are getting sumwhat reckless, AIG
[American International Group], “one of the biggest U.S.
insurance companies, agreed yesterday to pay a $10 million civil fine to settle
federal regulators' allegations that it fraudulently helped another company
falsify its earnings report and hide losses.”
Now
you should at least be asking yourself, “What exactly did Polie
Pollack whisper in the ear of either Hilary or Bill Clinton unless of course
Polie was just sticking his tongue in their daughter’s left ear measuring the
vacuum of space before twirling his tongue back down towards his own ass?
” given Polie Pollack’s knowledge of my relationship with the Standard
households, sitting on “smoking gun evidence” that has former president Bill
Clinton’s current business partner, Ron
Burkle, tied in very closely with the group responsible for the masterminding
as well as execution of the “hijacking” of the Gubernatorial elections of the 6th
largest economy in the world.
Perhaps
when Devin and I get together next month Polie will have something more
worthwhile to report.
Just to get you started this afternoon, the time now 1:03PM
PST, why not poke your nose at my earlier communication to Professor “BrownNose”
Brown of the Yeshiva University in New York City who by the way has not
responded to my question about why the Pope looks so old.
So why should it come as a surprise to anyone trying to
raise children that their attitude is,
“Might is right. It is only right
that I should have it my way. Stop with your nonsense or I will simply get on
to the superhighway, writing up a storm, if necessary, and if I need to lie,
steal and cheat to get my ‘wants’ satisfied then just like Bill ‘Wallpaper’
Clinton as long as I don’t get caught who can judge me other than God assuming
I don’t buy into The Pisser’s expl
which brings me to the point how more than a handful of
parents who are nothing more than kids wearing bigger sized clothing under the
disguise as adults raised to be “diks” getting everything they want thinking
their parents, “Godly” interpreting the Commandment “Honor thy mother and
father” as “bow down to thy mother and father” and then shoving it to them, “up
the ass” when they find out that not only do their parents need to go shut the
door when doing business#2 but like their the previous generation they are
nothing short of hypocrites.
The only logical conclusion seems to me that it is all a
matter of conditioning that gets passed down from one generation to the next
just like DNA but unlike DNA that is quite difficult to change, if touched
right a poorly conditioned kid can break the mold, change you would agree
builds character.
And as you can read on the www.sellnext.com
website my wife, Marie Dion Gevisser [MdG] disclosed everything she could think
of in terms of what was wrong with her house before allowing a prospective
buyer to seriously consider making an offer on her house perhaps not quite
going into the detail I suggested about the “mildew” that pops up every 5 years
or so in her bedroom closet, this website like my other 100 odd website all
geared to “buck
the system” and of course where in the 10 Commandments does it say anything
about not making a buck or too tu mention little of what u c in the www.nextraterrestrial.com website,
the homepage leading to the essence of the things I hold dear in addition to
our “duty”,
DNA
Next tTOo
as well as,
Sum
Things
Are
Built tTOo
Last.
Evolution?
Suffice tu say, MdG’s house is scheduled to close any day
now, the buyers like others who have “†ed our paths”
concluding that it makes sense “all the way around” not to have meddling
“middlemen-women” in the process who add nothing more than creating at best, an
inflationary
bidding war.
Moreover the lack of full disclosure, the outright lies we
heard from brokers wanting to make their commission “at any cost” all taking
their toll on all parties to the transaction, even our kids, seeing perhaps for
the first time, “in the flesh” proof of adults within their midst “lying,
stealing and cheating.”
My wife, earlier today receiving a call from Marc Mirmer’s
property m
“If u folks would like to bring in a
elephant, or a kangaroo, or even a chimpanzee I think I can get Marc to go
along with it as long as u tell The Pisser to stop emailing me” [sic].
Our JoNathan now has an ear infection, further evidence of
our oceans being so polluted to mention little of what it takes to find
yourself a seat on the all omnipotent California Coastal
Commission, and “incredibly” his father, Dr. JBS has now waited, thinking
no doubt it is smart to first consult with his ex-wife before deciding to place
JoNathan on antibiotics.
I would very much like to hear your position as it relates
to both the California Coastal Commission who don’t really seem to answer to
anyone other than to those folks who help get the likes of the Governor and his
cronies elected into public office as well as what measures you would introduce
so that there would be an immediate alert sent out once a sewerage spill takes
place, either inadvertently or part of the strategy not always spelled out in a
developer’s business plan.
Once, however, the dust settles and folks are no longer “in
a cloud” so will things begin to change for the better, dust bowls to be
avoided but make no mistake the “pinch” has already
begun to set in and only the very best of real estate brokers and agents as
well as those who sell insurance have a hope of making it, the rest, in my
opinion, will go in2 “deep
hibernation” until such time as they get with the program wanting to be
part of a new tribe, instead of looking for “lost tribes.”
Time that we started a “new nation” while keeping each of
our own individual identities, those, however, who don’t have a conscience who
have been allowed by their parents to get away with always having it their way
will now have to make way as our “chew
chew train” begins picking
up the pace, agree?
The photo of a Wrigley chewing gum wrapper in the “chew chew
train” hyperlink with graphics imprinted states clearly,
“First chew on your words
and only if prepared to put them down on paper should u express yourself verbally, otherweiss
toss the thoughts in2 the wastepaper basket” [sic].
The “weiss” hyperlink takes u to the first of 2 postings on
the Shareholder Rights eRaider.com website that I contend were placed up there
by none other than Melvyn Weiss of the 1,000 pound gorilla law firm of Milberg
Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach, a law firm that predominantly specializes in
SCALs although they have, I am told, on at least one occasion provided services
in a child custody battle that took place in Family Court between my
wife’s former husband, Dr. JBS who is at least twice divorced, and his
“live-in-out” girlfriend, “Dawn Killicat” [sic], who possibly wanted Marie to
get a taste of what it feels like being scratched by a porcupine, stung by bee,
bitten to death by say a tarantula to eventually float to heaven on a carpet
full of flax seed, since we can only wonder who prompted Dr. JBS to act so
incredibly recklessly in deciding to go to war with his former wife, by taking
a “pot shot” at me, agree?
Just moments ago I poured some flax seed oil into Pypeetoe’s
mid day snack to help with his “vowel movements”
[sic].
That “court” hyperlink shows a photo of me and my mother
outside the Queens Tennis Club in London, my mother although not all that
formally educated, no university degrees, is someone few, even the very best of
attorneys, would think twice before being so bold as to take this rather
articulate woman into court unless they were hell bent on making their client
pay big time and then some.
25 odd years ago when she was not quite 50 my mother
received quite the standing ovation when speaking before the Illinois Bar
Association that resulted in me being made offers that the top graduates from
law schools such as Stanford or the University of Virginia School of Law would
have been willing to give up their “eye
teeth.”
And although I didn’t have a law degree tucked under my belt
nor was there any guarantee I could hold my own as well as my mother who also
knew a thing or too about “dressing
the part” I did have “The Name” that
those in the know who knew a little about our family businesses in South Africa
including my uncle David Gevisser being the sole executor of Charles Englehard’s
worldwide estate, I could be quite “The rainmaker” hence the name The Pisser and why Mr. Krinsk so much enjoys our Wednesday
outings at Rainwaters where I make the point
of wearing sandals and jeans and only taking off my motorcycle helmet ten or so
minutes after being seated in a booth after first walking around to every table
where I see a good looking woman handing out my business cards like there was
no tomorrow.
I don't believe there is anything more important right now than
4 u tu begin thinking about the matters I had at one point planned on placing
on The Internet yesterday, September 11th, aimed at redressing the
ills of the world that begin when we humans buy in2 so called
"traditional" ways of getting the job accomplished best illustrated
in the old saying, "If it ant broke
don't try fixing
it" [sic] butt
certain things got in the way that I am not at liberty to discuss in public,
but have no fear u and Diana
Henriques are not the only folks eager to see the questions I have prepared
that will help her do a terrific “make or break” job.
And of course I wouldn’t expect you to have heard of my Bottoms
Up Schooling, my failings as a university tutor at the University of Natal
mostly geared again, in my opinion, for retards, soon coming to a head, u shouldn't,
however, be forgetful of the person most responsible for bringing us together.
Amos
Wright sum 18 years ago, perhaps to the day, handed me “the hatchet”
just a week or so after I had come on board as the "work out" guy at
Insurance Marketing Services [IMS], a
relatively small marketing-publishing company that carried quite a punch in the
insurance world, particularly in the Property &
Casualty arena where the average "Joe Blow"
independent insurance agent altho under pressure from the so-called Independent
Insurance Carriers such as AIG to get their "ship in order" made as
best I can remember a “cool” $1million per
year, working no more than 3 days per week, “on average, the “writing on the wall”
stating very clearly,
"Get on the first
stage out of town, the sooner the better, leaving more for the likes of
The straightest path is not necessarily a straight line or
for that matter as "the crow flies" since there are all sorts of
atmospheric conditions that could give someone who rides say a Ducati ST4s a
significant advantage especially if they are able to accomplish more than one
objective at a time baring
in mind just one wrong move especially when approaching sound-barrier-speed
and I won’t bother u right now with the speed of light not being a constant in
a non-vacuum environment, can mean the difference between say a broken leg
which I once accomplished riding a Harley Davidson at about 3 miles per hour
right outside the offices of IMS that were at one time located on 11th Street
and Broadway in the Peoples Republic
of Santa Monica, and a broken neck.
That last hyperlink shows a photo of a long since dead
Peruvian and I have yet to figure out what the rope was doing around his-her
neck and you may be asking, "What the heck
is all this about?"
Richard “Dick” Heckman, a name you may have heard of
associated with the Small Business Administration during the Carter presidency,
would have a pretty good idea where I am going with all this as he battens down
the hatches.
I can assure you that Dick made out "like a
bandit" when he completed his "rollup" of U.S. Filter, dumping a
whole bunch of stuff on the French Conglomerate Vivendi including 42,000 odd
acres in the Imperial Irrigation District, a “pimple on an elephant’s ass”
considering the so-called “tangible assets” on Vivendi and Vivendi
Environmental’s balance sheets, and of course why would you be surprised if my
dog, Pypeetoe, takes such pleasure in pissing on Dick’s front yard over at Dogs
Beach in Del Mar, near where the ponies run,
although when these thoroughbreds fall they get the “humane euth
You should also know that Dick Heckman and I have never had
one “† word.” On the contrary,
I found Dick to be quite forthright, telling it exactly the way it is, at no
time whatsoever putting “his hand out”,
in fact the only time he and I met which was to “break bread”
Dick had Dan pick up the check, Dan, as in Dan Weinstein, the co-m
U should know that when riding my Ducati I ride it very much
like a jockey rides a horse which has probably more to do with me being in
shape right now as I get closer to the half century mark than the limited
number of X I have played touch rugby down at Dogs Beach in recent months, just
to the right of Dick Heckman’s “love that pink” summer house and at the same
time this riding posture has probably contributed the most to my now having
short hamstrings.
I am really looking forward to this Monday when the dogs can
run unleashed in front of Dick’s house so much so that come Wednesday when I am
scheduled to meet once again with
Given, however, the message I received yesterday from
Obviously, I would need to make absolutely certain that this
gentleman isn’t faking it, so let me know if u have any suggestions and don’t
be so smart as to suggest that
I get
It is possible that Kim was simply pulling my leg when I
thought she said,
“
I remain at this time in my briefs, the kids off to school,
having spent already nearly 3 hours continuously in front of the computer
screen mostly examining very carefully some of the responses to the last series
of emails I “broadcasted”
over The Internet, the responses to the one I sent to Norman Lazarus this
past Wednesday at 8:21 PM PST rather interesting to mention little of
Do
you ever recall an occasion in all the times you attended synagogue at the
Orthodox Jewish Temple in Silverton Road, Durban, South Africa or when you
attended Carmel College, our private Jewish day school, when there was either
one banner or a single speech by one of the many leaders of our Jewish
community, protesting the policies of the illegitimate government that ruled
South Africa with an iron first from 1948 when the
State of Israel was formed, longer than the 40 years our Jewish ancestors
supposedly spent wandering in the desert?
Vivendi, while offloading Universal, doubtful they are ready
to give up on the Culligan Man, the brand they so sought when acquiring U.S.
Filter in exchange mostly, I believe, 4 stock, the Bass Brothers of Texas doing
rather well considering what they paid for those 42,000 odd acres, albeit in Vivendi
stock, which most experts would agree began its precipitous decline on
December 28th 2001 where it closed at $53.26 spiking up ever so
briefly on January 3rd, 2002, reaching as high as $57.90 before
plummeting.
January
3rd, 2002 is the day Marie had her will witnessed by her
neighbor Jim McFarland Esq. who later objected not only to his kid’s picture
appearing as a hyperlink in my nextraterrestrial.com pdf
file directory, Jim a “pal” of Dr. JBS, but later apparently told his kid
who I get on with rather well although we don’t discuss anything pertaining to
his conditioning, to return to his home the instant I walked into Marie’s
house, perhaps thinking that after “murdering” Marie, running off with her
crown jewels I would in a rage then slash everyone I came into contact with,
kinda like what kids see on the X Box although I think Jim’s son has the Sony
Playstation.
I was just handed the email address for
To be continued…
