From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Monday, July 14, 2003 1:48 PM
To: 'Rick Rick'
Cc: rest

Subject: RE: Easel project

 

Rick – Once again I am on the road, just pulled under the canopy of a Shell Gas station where the temperature is now 98 degrees Fahrenheit.

 

The time right now is 1:30PM PST. I started working “in my head” on a response tu both your earlier too emails from yesterday and as I sat down on the toilet, Marie having trained me ever so well, everything started tu cum tu a head.

 

Before I left our rock cabin the temperature was in the low “single digits” i.e. I learned a while back it makes very little sense tu spend time worrying about things over 10, the Digital Age dawning ever so closely.

 

This most recent 619 word email of yours says everything about the need 4 change. I would ordinarily use just the triangle symbol [▲] tu represent change but not everyone on my ever increasing number of “followers” is likely tu follow every single thing I write which as u know is my goal, not tu leave anyone out, other those who I can do very little 4, who in most instances have let their formal education interfere with their learning.

 

Copied on this email are number of folks including King Golden Esq. who at one time thought he knew me rather well and is now coming tu terms with a number of things including why I kept him on a “short leash” allowing him tu earn just enuf so that he could stay out of the “dog house.”

 

Mr. Golden like u would probably score, assuming he is totally stoned, pretty high on an IQ test but emotionally he is a cripple. I can understand Mr. Golden’s disposition but so far I have not been quite able tu fully understand what causes u tu continue tu falter.

 

Following this email I will be communicating one more time with your father unless he sees fit tu call once again 4 me tu assist him and of course I would oblige but it would be under my “terms & conditions” and of course u would be totally out of the picture.

 

As I mentioned on the phone to you late yesterday afternoon I attempted to respond to your first email below with a short congratulatory message, "Congratulations, I look forward to seeing The Easel on bookshelves in short order" [sic], i.e. instead of the customary spelling of "seeing" I would have typed "cing" but on the car ride back up to the cabin with my buddy Jerry and his son Ryan for a moonlit mountain bike ride my wireless Internet connection ran out of cell zone space.

 

Your subsequent email "I am currently preparing a complete plan of actions...  please refrain from contacting Ron Spelman directly. Expect to hear from me within the next few weeks..." followed up with your gibberish phone call about you not prepared to move forward without there being a complete market study such as those you are familiar with, conducted by the likes of Hewlett Packard have now prompted me to spend the next 20 minutes of my precious time taking you on a lite journey that will, at a minimum, prevent you from bothering me again unless you pay me upfront for 4 hours consulting, i.e. transfer into my bank account $1,024,000, U.S. dollars that is.

 

To recap, most folks, especially those who have let their formal education interfere with their learning only hear themselves, i.e. G-d gave them too ears not to listen twice as hard as they speak but rather tu hear in stereo their brains falling out with each tick of the clock and one mouth to suck in wind bearing in mind one tastes nothing especially if one has cut off one's nose to spite one's face to mention little of one cannot even gauge the direction of the wind other than one's own farts, i.e. nothing quite like believing one's own bullshit.

 

I understand that you folks in Spain recently had the running of the bulls, much like Merrill Lynch making mincemeat of those already deathly ill, change is a good thing, nothing like engineering plan after only G-d knows how many years tu get this project into “hi-gear”, road kills rather messy.

 

Sorry about the cell phone disconnect but once again my “long winded” emails prove effective in taking the wind out of those so out of touch, believing that they can by beating around the bush wear the living daylights out of litweights such as myself who know a thing or too about weaving “In N Out” as the Perfect Storms take hold.

 

Over the course of the past week I have done more than my usual amount of both mountain bike riding as well as going "back & forth" between Del Mar and Pine Valley on the Ducati. The ride to Del Mar yesterday morning was unusually enjoyable. My hope tho is that someone will come up with a camera that is built into handlebars much like the “hi-beam flash” just inside of the “clutch” on my Dukati ST4S.

 

There are really only too things I look at when riding the “Crotch Rocket” and that is the “Rev Counter” and the amount of brake fluid in both the front and rear gauges that sit on top of both handlebars and of course I just love the fuel gauge that has “bars” indicating how much fuel is left in this guzzler of a motorcycle which drop exponentially as one’s speed approaches the sound barrier. In the future I plan tu start wearing ear plugs.

 

When I turned 16 I had too choices; one was tu take my barmitzvah money as well as all the money I inherited from both sets of grandparents and buy either a brand new 50CC motorcycle or a retired polo horse which Penny Coelen-Rey and her husband thought would be suitable 4 someone thinking about taking up the “Sport of Kings” my relatively strong forearms and hands insufficient thou tu compensate 4 my midget sized legs and arms, naturally I chose the motorcycle.

 

As I get older, my torso taking much of the gravitational pull it is possible that if world goes tu the dogs I mite be able tu compete in the motorcycle racing circuit, my dog Pypeetoe howling so loud amongst the ruling elite that even with ear plugs the other competitors would lose their train of thought and of course 4 sum time I have had  Einstein’s train motion twisting “left & right” and who other than my mother would argue differently with me that Albert is now cheering me on tu get Manager Minute One published and the Unified Theory 4 The Inner Workings of the Universe published in time, remembering my mother only argues with people who agree with her.

 

On the ride up tu the cabin the day be4 yesterday I got tu c Dr. JBS’ twin riding an orange “ulta-caca”, as in “old fart” Harley with a license plate next tu the left foot pedal that read “toe wow” [sic] so as not tu obscure the massive rear tire.

 

Interesting wouldn’t u agree what sum people will do to grab their “15 seconds of frame” [sic]?

 

This “5’11”, 280lb” [sic] look-a-like with a belly providing ultimate protection 4 the paintwork over the gas tank after one was blown away by my “quick” burst of the “after berners” that simply had me cruising at 5,000 RPMs,  choosing tu take the first turnoff on Highway 8 without the customary “hi” finger wave.

 

The hi-5s tho were awaiting me on the return leg yesterday morning as I powered past an “empire” sedan with the license plate “280…” just before cuming up tu that sickening Jackson Browne billboard imploring those already “down & out” tu give up what’s left of their life savings tu mention little of their pride tu the Veijas Indian gangsters who are doing a whole lot more harm than just soaking up the already low water table which will not only affect folks like myself doing everything we can tu preserve our “Garden of Eden” but future generations of Indians who once the water disappears, the Casino operators simply moving into more fertile territory, going that much quicker back “on the bottle”, not, however, on my watch.      

 

That “280” hyperlink is the lead-in communication tu Ms. Vicky Schiff that I am currently working on.

 

It may be difficult tu read but the “disk” above the safety deposit key that reads “324”, March 24th my birthday, has the numbered markings “280.” Moreover, at the bottom of the form that Ms. Schiff and I filled out opening this joint account safety deposit box is a rather important date, October 23rd, which I mention quite a bit in my recent emails, the coincidences mounting more and more as I head this coming week tu New York City and who knows maybe I will run into Mr. “New York” who sent Mr. Krinsk Esq. 3 rather important documents a year or so ago that spelled out “big trouble” 4 Mr. Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman et al tu mention just in passing 3 checks dated October 23rd I kept “in reserve” 4 6 months+.

 

Not tu forget that as I hung a very low left with my the temperature gauge showing a blistering 171 degrees Fahrenheit I caut a glimpse of this Nissan pick-up truck with the lettering on the side 6VE whose license plate read SVW 26 72 which at the time given what was going thru my head, was also an interesting read.

 

In the previous hyperlink I am limited tu comparing only 5 companies, CSI [Chase Brass Industries] the 6th company on my “win” list which was sold at twice what the company was being “pitched 4” [sic] prior tu my intervention on the Footsak.com website, Perfect Storm II pretty much the start of my very effective crusade tu help the common folk resolve conflict without being “iced” going the lawsuit route.

 

I am at the cabin, Marie having just left 4 class with your father and I just remembered that I had left a beer in the freezer of her refrigerator yesterday and hopefully it won’t have exploded causing me tu waste more precious time cleaning up.

 

Needless tu say I never received a speeding ticket nor do I think anyone called the California Highway Patrol tu lodge a complaint tu mention little of my previous speeding ticket being “dismissed” this past week no doubt my “plea of guilt” not being lost on the court which now has still grinning form ear tu ear.

 

I picked up this piece of good news yesterday while clearing out my post office box that I hadn’t got tu in nearly a month.

 

One of the many interesting “goodies” I received besides for a notice that the State of California has placed a $150 [One and hundred and fifty dollar] lien on my property in Santa Monica for non-payment of “Home Owner Association fees” despite the fact that I am the only “homeowner” of the entire 6 unit condominium project, was this one from a Leonard Turner who had somehow got tu my NextraTerrestrial.com website and saw my stuff on Captain Dwight Kroesch who u may recall is credited these days as the first pilot responsible 4 dropping paratroopers behind enemy lines on D-Day that resulted in General Dwight Eisenhower issuing orders that had Dwight Kroesch rerouted tu Gatwick Airport where he was debriefed by the military brass.

 

I believe we are scheduled to arrive at that same airport later this month not exactly a coincidence, agree?

 

Briefly interesting wouldn’t u agree that Mr. Turner who is clearly no spring chicken owns the website www.problemsolverplus.com that has now given me sum interesting ideas 4 MM1 all geared toward each one of us being our own managers from minute one.

 

Sorry also about my not being able tu follow thru on your request, “… please refrain from contacting Ron Spelman directly… “ since I had already “lanced” him earlier in the morning, again going back in time, as Nero fiddled, Rome burned, i.e. what exactly did u think Mr. Spelman intended with the convoluted agreement he had your father sign and what would a third-party make of your sudden move tu get with the program, tu mention little of your father’s patent expiring under your and Mr. Spelman’s watch, i.e. watch out when messing with a player who knows a thing or too about “ankle tackles” and if push came tu shove can throw knuckleballs with more effect than even an out-of-control, “poor sited” [sic] Doctor seeing the only way out of his predicament was tu bait me into a fist fite.

 

Mr. Spelman’s short but rather imprecise wording called 4 “in lie-u-n” [sic] of your father giving up 50% of his rights in The Easel, he, Mr. Spelman was tu be “tasked” with “arranging the financing, sales & distribution” no mention tho of marketing which no doubt has now prompted u tu get your fukukta market study underway, proof positive that u spent far to long at university.

 

Suffice tu say Mr. Spelman and I did not exactly “hit it off” altho I think I heard him say sumthing about the need tu immediately reach his cardiologist altho it was your father who told me in the first conversation we had yesterday it was he who felt a “heart attack” was immanent given the bullshit he has been dealing with over the past 20 odd years in no small measure thanks tu u with all your fukukta debating and there I was thinking that only universities like Stanford, Harvard, Berkley, Yale, University of Virginia Law School, Oxford, Cambridge and the University of Natal, South Africa catered tu the brain dead.

 

I gave Mr. Spelman until 5PM PST today tu respond in writing tu my simple request, “What were u thinking at the time u crafted the agreement between yourself and Sebastian and what precisely have u done since then tu live up tu your end of the bargain other than watching the patent expire and yanking his chain,” [sic]?

 

Our conversation which began at 12:32 PM PST lasted 19 minutes and 54 seconds as a result of me having tu repeat that same question about 22 times. Mr. Spelman, like u, would prefer tu talk altho he told me when we first began the conversation that he had just a couple of minutes tu speak as he was heading out 4 lunch.

 

Mr. Spelman is more than “out tu lunch” managing tu throw in a couple of rather revealing choice words including,

 

No one other than Sebastian assisted me with the vague wording” [sic]

 

which prompted me tu respond with,

 

That seems a pity since u won’t be able tu blame anyone else with deep pockets, i.e. u won’t be able tu look tu a law firm like Kaplan Kilsheimer & Fox’s Professional Liability insurance carrier should Sebastian take my advice and decide tu take u to the cleaners, your dismal tap dancing now getting u in deep dudu and I don’t suppose u are any good at the foxtrot, much like me” [sic].

 

And of course as the conversation deteriorated intu a “tail spin” Mr. Spelman did mention something about being “I feel sic tu my stomach” [sic] and I didn’t bother asking him if he recalled ever visiting the Minora “Kosher” Hotel in Durban, South Africa which may have at one time been owned by Sol Kerzner’s parents.

 

That last hyperlink is page 2 of my mother’s “life-story” which she emailed tu members of the clan. U can c pages 1 and 3 by clicking on tu the previous too hyperlinks altho sumtime soon I will uploading on tu my website newspaper pictorials about “mom” that tell a more “picturesque” life-story, one of her best pieces tho appeared in the Hashalom sum 36+ years ago titled, The Long Short Story of Masada.

 

In the 3-page document there are a number of interesting references which touch on sum of the things I have brewing including my mother’s fondness of Maurice and Janie Gevisser, the parents of David Gevisser, never tu forget how much “mom” sum 50 years ahead of her time had accomplished “(all b4 she was 29)” [sic].

 

Mr. Spelman could very possibly decide tu call sumone like Jeffrey Krinsk altho I didn’t mention any references of mine other than Mr. “Spellbound” Spelman being able tu check me out a little by dialing in tu The Internet and seeing a glimpse or too of my “prescient timing” nor did I suggest he call Professor “BrownNose” Brown offering him a hand in our yet tu be scheduled debate.

 

Do u think anyone who shakes Professor “BrownNose” Brown’s hand going forward will be thinking tu themselves,

 

Has this Orthodox Jew said the prayer 4 washing his hands at least twice knowing that G-d right now may be saying sumwhat aloud, enuf 4 only Aaron Brown tu hear, ‘If not now then when will u concede defeat and begin making amends that will then have The Pisser possibly decide tu let up?’

 

Remember Rick, my hearing an’t that good, the written word, tu mention little of action speaking volumes.

 

Your insistence on a market study before agreeing tu move forward begs at this time enuf questions tu sink a battleship. 

 

If in fact u had been working on this project since “1996” [sic] The Easel would not only be out there in the market all your basic needs, i.e. home in the Florida Everglades, crocodiles up tu your elbows, chalet next tTOo Sol Kerzner in the south of France, blah blah, i.e. enuf tu attract any would-be gold digger and then allowing u tu cum tu me with enuf pocket change left over tu invest the remaining zillion or so of your U. S. dollars that continue tu dwindle as quickly as u have been procrastinating these 8 odd years.

 

In addition tu not falling off a tree, having beaten sum 300 million odd other sperm in the one time my parents had sexual intercourse, never one tu beat around the bush especially when I c things speeding up, i.e. time slowing down, the Epilady yoyos and the Westinghouse folks just too examples of organizations whose top dogs had so believed their own bullshit that they thought their shit didn’t stink; not just “skirting the law” but violating all forms of human decency thinking that their “Midas Touch” was nothing short of an “Act of G-d” tu do as they anointed with “Divine Authority” deemed fit.

 

U will recall how I eventually “went tu war” with the folks of Phillips B.V. headquartered and pretty much owning the town of Anthoven, Holland, who had sucked the Epilady management team tu invest in The Quickwheel, an automotive device that was deemed back in the 1920s or possibly when Hitler came tu power prophesizing that, “The masses would more likely believe a big lie than a small one”, tu be all butt worthless.

 

Manager Minute One will contain the “blow by blow” of how I found myself in the pivotal position, once again, looking the General Manager of their consumer products division “square in the eyes” saying simply, “Really?” as we sat around his executive table after I had placed a piece of the front wheel assembly of a Quickwheel that had broken off during the Epilady folks’ first unsupervised “market study” into the front wheel assembly of mangled Quickwheel I happened tu have noticed sitting under the General Manager’s credenza sum 30 odd meters away as he protested that the $6 million odd of inventory these Epilady idiots had sitting in warehouses in Orange County California were the “latest & greatest.”

 

This “direct experiment” more so than a fukukta “market study” took place along Ocean Blvd in Santa Monica in the fall of 1989 with Steven “Love-a-boy” Ross the Chief Financial Officer of Epilady in the driver’s seat, King Golden Esq. in the passenger compartment and me in the back of “Lover-a-boy’s” brand new Mercedes.

 

Love-a-boy Ross had planed to relinquish his million dollar salary +++ per year tu become the Chief Executive Officer of Quickwheel USA. Suffice tu say the traffic jam created during rush hour traffic as the Quickwheel which was designed to assist momworkers caught with a flat tire in fast moving traffic off tu a quick start blew Mr. Ross’ aspirations tu become the youngest zillionaire in the history of the universe up in smoke as the Quickwheel wrapped itself around the hub of his rear left wheel, the “lover-a-boy” crying like a baby, “My F..king brand new Mercedes” and King Golden and I looking at each, nodding our heads, both of us not saying a word but thinking,

 

My oh my, an insurance company’s nightmare…”

 

and of course these yoyos hadn’t even bothered securing insurance 4 this “torpedo like device” while having committed themselves tu a $30 odd million investment that went down the tubes quicker than their Broadway musical Meet Me In St. Louis and of course my folks flew in from England 4 the Grand Opening that had them hobnobbing with the likes of Walter Cronkite, the pitiful crybaby, hoodwinked like the rest of the American public into thinking Americans needed their own royal family besides 4 Mickey Mouse, i.e. Disneyland albeit in the form of the Kennedy clan, a rogue, out of control, most pitiful bunch of drunks,  tu mention little of Mr. “Greenspam” [sic] also being at the premier.

 

And of course it has been a while since I brought Premier Milling of South Africa tu mention even less of that fukukta Tiger Oats which may have at one time been run by the uncle of Trevor Goldberg, my “failed business student” from the University of Natal, South Africa geared toward imprinting into already screwed up minds important stuff like “pigs don’t fly” and “Leopards don’t change their spots” assuming of course there were any leopards still roaming about as my father was forced after the family business was sold tu go out and “kil wildlife” [sic] tu keep my mother satisfied.

 

I assume u have read that it was only recently that my mother came tu grips with the fact that my father wasn’t quite as good a “fighter-bomber-pilot” during WWII as she had been led tu believe altho he was a rather good athlete still at the ripe old age of 19.

 

Just in case u missed this section in a previous email, be assured that my father when “hand dropping” 500 and 1,000 lb bombs had despite being dyslexic managed tu work out that he could save his energy by turning his plane upside down, arm the bomb by biting into it’s tail section, then descend rapidly allowing the bomb tu remain balanced in his mouth keeping his one hand on the “stick shift”, his thumb pressing down, blasting bullets into the mid section of the lead plane flown by the likes of Syd Cohen while keeping his other hand free tu give the “Nazis” a full view of a “Jew boy” capable of giving “The Finger” and after letting go of the bomb ensuring a “Direct Hit”, at times on moving targets, by spitting at the bomb.

 

And on those rare occasions when his saliva ran out tu then fly his plane right up tu the bomb and this time using his nose nudge it into perfect position, never tu forget the complexity involved when he was carrying 3 bombs under his wings, which required that he first place the plane on “automatic pilot” walk along the wing of the plane, and as u know the Spitfires had wings made of “ply wood” careful also not tu puncture the rather “thin skin” which would have created a whole new set of problems, swing under the wing, stuff the bomb inside his pants, return back tu the cockpit pretty much the same way and repeat this time and again in the skies above north Africa and northern Italy.

 

Moreover, when returning tu base his plane badly shot up, no electrical circuitry tu lower his landing gear, this “miracle man” not only could be counted on tu play a terrific game of rugby but fly the next day tu places like Cannes in the south of France, break the bank, and tu top it off make love tu every single non-Jewish woman proving that not all Jewish men are horrible lovers.

 

Quite a pair my genius mother and father managing tu stay together 4 sum 30 odd years despite my repeatedly lecturing them that having done such an excellent job in letting me fly free and hi from the very start it was time 4 them “tu get a life.” Eventually of course they listened, most of the time tho we have tu wait 4 sumthing catastrophic tu take place before embracing change.

 

Nothing like a good fite, agree? That last hyperlink shows a picture of Marie, fully clothed I might add, that somehow got mixed in with a photo of Evander Holyfield altho the person she most would prefer, tu paint, is Michael Grant who has The Body.

 

Quick tu start, quick tu finish is not necessarily good, just ask your female companion but make no mistake I am a rather quick study once I get my arms around a particular problem especially those who “intimidate.”

 

Intimidation takes on many forms and of course being physically escorted out of Phillips B.V. headquarters was not quite as intimidating as when the attorney advising Mr. Solly Krok, with me acting as the intermediary, putting his one arm on my shoulder spelled out our “options” as we later walked toward a not all that fancy fish restaurant alongside the canals of Amsterdam not far from his abode that contained pictures of all the Dutch Royal family.

 

This rather effeminate attorney’s claim tu fame being not only that he represented Queen Beatrice but possibly somebody far richer as in, Jonathan Beare, my good buddy Derrick Beare’s uncle who very likely is now forwarding these emails tu his uncle as Jonathan once asked when he and I last met a year or so ago, my gosh how time flies?

 

I got into all this because while writing this email I am also preparing a series of other emails including staying on top of Professor “BrownNose” Brown of the Yeshiva University in New York always conscious of my attorney colleague Jeffrey Krinsk Esq. most famous words, “Your death will come with a blow tu the back of your head by a relative…painless nevertheless” [sic] altho I doubt that Matthew Margo, my buddy over at CBS’ 60 Minutes which is owned by Westinghouse is likely tu even think of using a steak knife from "Wellingtons" [sic] on me when hopefully he will join Marie + I 4 sum “blood letting” and of course I am copying both Matthew as well as Professor Brown on this email et al.

 

Back in the late 1980s early 1990s while “on assignment” 4 the “Krok Twins” spending a whole lot of time at the Barbizon in New York City when I first got tu meet Mathew who like every eligible bachelor not wanting tu work 4 a living could have thought of other less good-looking women than one of the unmarried Krok sisters, the cost 4 hiring a “ hit man” was “$25” at least that was the number given tu me by this “ulta-caca” attorney who I nearly pushed into the stinky canal where it not 4 the fact that the wind was blowing and I could have lost my hat, leaving DNA evidence 4 someone else tu grab hold of, refrigerate it, and then sum decade or so later use tu frame me in a totally unrelated crime, i.e. what goes around cums around, agree?

 

When I picked up the pace so as tu catch up and convey the “crystal clear” message Solly Krok made “the mistake” of “caving in”, walking away not only from millions of dollars already directly invested in this fukukta product but it would cost him and his family dearly, i.e. their reputations.

 

A year or so later in a packed courtroom in Santa Monica, Mr. Golden and I sat next side-by-side and watched on as a jury handed down a $33 odd million dollar award against Solly Krok as the “control person” and his 3 daughters finding them guilty of “malicious fraud+++” and Mr. Golden, grinning from ear-tu-ear remarked, “They got exactly what they deserved.”

 

And of course Mr. Golden not only knew better having been intimately involved in the incredible amount of circumstantial evidence I had obtained that showed both Solly Krok and his daughters having been hoodwinked, their net worth significantly adversely impacted by a series of fiascos and that the one lady who got the “Lottery” award altho clearly not treated as “one of the family” did help the family right from start without tho investing one single dime of her money; Solly Krok’s biggest flaw just like that of your father being overly generous, trusting to a fault and oh so forgiving, at least that is my opinion.

 

Moreover, Mr. Golden didn’t know then how much I thought of his far worse acts, i.e. turning a “blind eye” tu pedophilias in the Roman Catholic Church since at the time his hero, Bill “Wallpaper” Clinton had not yet cum intu the White House starting out with his first “course of business” tu c tu it that those kids who were now adults and so privy tu such despicable acts would make certain no time was lost in more kids falling victim tu such “praying eyes” [sic] and so of course when Mr. Golden’s “good-buddy-neighbor” Dr. JBS filed a complaint against me insinuating in no uncertain terms “sexual misconduct+++” [sic] I looked very carefully at all the positives and the negatives and decided, now was the time tu make my stand and make no mistake nothing is going tu slip in between the cracks as I now prepare 4 full-on battle with Dr. JBS et al.

 

My victory in Superior Court back in on October 24th of last year was simply the opening salvo and of course I know a thing or too about maintaining my place as well as keeping pace with these yoyos who right now don’t quite know which way tu turn knowing that it is just a question of time when they are all going tu have tu “pay the piper” and then sum.

 

Arlene Krok, altho not the eldest and possibly not the smartest of all of Solly Krok’s rather talented offspring bore the brunt of having not only got “taken in” by Steven “lover-a-boy” Ross tu mention little of a guy by the name of Craig Shandler who like Steve Ross was a South African Chartered Accountant, but worse yet, believing these too yoyos that they would be able “tu trade their way out” [sic] of having fallen victim tu believing their own press, tu mention even less of the auditors and an attorney from the prestigious law firm of "Manet-Pee-Helps" [sic] in Los Angles who after I was done with him took a 6 month sabbatical and 4 all I know became a monk.

 

I believe one of the partners of this “white wheaty shoes” law firm, who had these floppy ears once served as Secretary of State during a fairly recent Democratic Administration probably during the Carter Administration altho I don’t think we can blame that idiot with the failed helicopter rescue attempt of the our folks held hostage in Iran, idiot nevertheless tu think that u can expect your military tu function well when it is common knowledge that The Fish Rots From The Head Down.

 

I am “kicking butt and naming names” like never before which is designed tu piss off a handful of folks but more importantly it is engineered tu give folks, those who don’t “lie, steal and cheat” who work 40+ hour workweeks, having tu hold down too sumtimes 3 jobs in order tu make ends meet and who are no more than 4 paychecks away from being out on the street, the wherewithal tu stand tall.

 

And nothing would please me more if “dwarf-likes” such as me then take tu the streets on their bicycles and of course they should also wear helmets while riding their motorcycles even if it is unlikely tu be of any use were they tu crash at say 170 MPH which is where the speedometer of my Ducati ran out of paint.

 

The greatness of master painters such as your father, Velazquez, and Michelangelo is their ability tu take deformed looking people such as myself and show us in the most amazing light, making everything they touch not only beautiful but an ageless work of art.

 

This is not my way of getting your father tu make a painting of me but nothing would please me more if he were tu decide to paint “my Marie” assuming she would stay still 4 just one minute, managing tu keep everything she does in perfect balance.

 

It is all about values and balance, measuring ever so carefully the movements particularly our words, sticks and stones break bones, words kill, nothing like the incredible silence we get so often here at Stonehenge II.

 

Arlene Krok is one of my favorite people in the world and so is her father who I truly love, a man who tu many has, at best, a “checkered past” but Solly Krok is an absolute winner in my book despite he and his identical twin brother first making their untold fortune in the Pharmaceutical industry in South Africa selling “skin lighteners” that are directly linked with causing permanent, devastating scaring tu millions of Blacks who bought intu the media advertising that “white is bright.”

 

While companies like Unilever, also known as “Uni-evil” a one of a kind multi-national conglomerate, may have stayed away from such a product the Krok brothers were very much “out there” reinvesting time and again back into the communities helping underprivileged peoples of all racial groups, Jews and non-Jews alike, different and apart from the Unilevers of the “topsy-turvy-curvy” world who played “supreme commanders” much akin tu the Oppenheimer family tu mention little once again of Charles Engelhard and I should also add never once did I come across any evidence of Solly or his brother “dishing out” bucks tu any of their children, at times tougher on them then on strangers like myself.

 

And yes neither the “whining Openheimers” [sic] nor Charles Engelhard who are an excellent representative sample of those elitist rulers ruling by nothing short of their belief that G-d had granted them “Divine Authority” as opposed to DAs doing their jobs and hunting them down as they would any not-so-common criminal, were not Jewish altho of course anti-Semites would find a way of tracing their Jewish ancestry even it meant going back all the way tu Jesus Christ.

 

While typing away I am also going “back & forth” every so often thinking I might find my passport hidden under a couch, more likely now in sum trash.

 

Like others who don’t fully yet know how persistent I can be once I get a “bee buzzing around me” suggesting sumthing along the lines that I should get u tu step, “In or Out” but that time has long since passed.

 

Throughout my life I have been offered the “easy way out” beginning when I first came tu this country in 1978 with a letter of recommendation tu David Gevisser’s top-flight law firm in San Francisco who not only would have given me a corner office with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge +++ but a guaranteed meal ticket that would have positioned tu marry a fukukta “queen.”

 

Despite my incredibly ugly “duck” looks Solly Krok was only one of quite a number of rather successful business people who would have been happy tu have me as a son-in-law and of course he had a number of rather good looking daughters tu choose from, Lauren Krok probably being the most sought after, altho the youngest she probably was the smartest, staying throughout the years close my other “very ugly friend” David Altman who will soon be assisting me and my colleagues, one way or the other, as I demonstrate tu the likes of David Gevisser, Anton Rupert, and Ernest Oppenheimer’s grandson, Harry Oppenheimer’s son, the need tu pay more attention tu the sun, the wind, the currants, that a change in the climate is inevitable and a chance tu get ontu a winning team.

 

Nicholas Oppenheimer’s best days ahead will likely be finding himself on a cricket team where the rest of the players won’t be all that embarrassed to have someone as incredibly ugly as he keeping score but of course I extend my hand out Nicholas who by now may have already heard I can count rather well, that I don’t lose any sleep let alone hold my breath waiting 4 him tu get with the program.

 

While a great man like Solly Krok who may at first take sum exception to my style of “doing business” tu mention little of my writings, lived up repeatedly tu his word, risking his reputation and the few dollars his daughter Lauren had held on tu helping finance a bunch of yoyo South Africans in the garment business in Los Angeles buy a fukukta building where there was little or no upside tu Solly or any member of his family other than more questions of their recklessness, the likes of the Engelhards perhaps more so the Oppenheimers did whole lot more damage than tarnish the skin tones of adult black women, hiring the “best & brightest” out of “pucker English” colleges such as Oxford and Cambridge who with “cash in their pockets” courtesy of the very private Central Selling Organization, aka DeBeers, a monopoly of monopolies, operating out of London, England, went tu bat on behalf of the Oppenheimer family, first buying off African despots in those regions of Africa found tu have rich mineral deposits, granting them access tu numbered accounts in places like Switzerland and Lichtenstein et al before traveling east and west depending upon the time of day, forgetting the sun never actually rises or sets, that G-d watches each and every move, finally making their debut in Hollywood where they not only found an open door tu producers wanting diamond laden ornaments being placed on their starlets necks but empty checkbooks just waiting tu be filled with “laundered money” that could never be traced other than by the likes of yours truly, the “revolving door fun & games” not sumthing invented by the George W. Bush Administration.

 

So my friend Rick when folks like my “Uncle David Gevisser” who I mostly pity refer tu me as “naïve”, albeit my mother and step-father describing him as being in a “drunken state” at the time, it is just a question of time before the likes of him and his buffoon son Mark will have ample opportunity like Professor “BrownNose” Brown et al tu debate me “in the flesh” and the same with u.

 

Just like I have irrefutable evidence of corruption involving the bigwigs of the Democratic Party with tie-ins tu the French “water playing” Vivendi conglomerate, who masterminded and executed the rigging of the recent Gubernatorial elections in California, the 6th largest economy in the world, so do I have more than a handful of stories tu tell that are not so much as endless as being 100% credible and timeless all geared toward empowering the youth who are our futures, that there is no such thing as a “generation gap” but rather a “credibility gap” that gets passed down from one generation tu the next by those hell bent on the principle of “Let me show u how” making co-dependants of their offspring as well as those unfortunate, fortunate enuf to have found their way into an orbit that has these yoyos spinning out of control, i.e. what goes around comes around, but often in a different form, the ants gaining the most ground, agree?

 

And so u wouldn’t be surprised tu hear why my famous journalist-writer cousin Mark Gevisser just hours away from going “tu print” with a highly derogatory story about how the Krok family used the “blood money” they had made off the “thick skins” of black people who after a few years of using these “skin lightening” creams could see that the resulting permanent blemishing was not all that attractive tu the golfing & polo playing crowd decided in a matter of a few seconds, 15 all said and done, tu place his tail between his legs and head back tu writing fairytale stories 4 his South African brain-dead audience or run the risk of me taking his tail, stuffing so far up his anus that when his Indian male lover came tu suck on it, as it intertwined with his forked tongue, he, the Indian, would think he had found his cousins in the Americas.

 

This “Yank Gevisser” is just moments away from returning home; altho right now I am in the car heading west back tu Del Mar.

 

I just checked one of my many emails I have got as of late from folks imploring me tu keep at it including sum who have read my mother’s The Winking Cat who believe at the end of the day I will be the one with the most natural smile, and of course there is a lot said 4 dying the “richest person” on the planet, however, one were tu define both “rich” and “person” sum feeling I am close tu losing my identity and then sum.

 

The bottom line is that I don’t see a need 4 u tu be involved in the financing, marketing, sales or distribution and that unless u got thru metamorphous not only should u be fired but hung out tu dry, being totally cut of your parents will.

 

And of course don’t bother responding tu me. It is now 1:45PM PST and I must now hit the road. I will check this email tomorrow, possibly on the flight tu New York and if there are any substantive ▲s I will let u know.

 

Take care,

 

Gary

 

 

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From:
Rick Rick [mailto:orrnitorrinco@hotmail.com]
Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2003 9:19 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com; sebastiancapella@hotmail.com
Subject: Easel project

 

Gary,

 

Since the time I returned to the U.S. from Spain in 1986, I have

participated and contributed to the development of our(my Dads and mine)

easel.  I am very clear on all technical details, as many of them are of my

own invention.  I am also very clear as to what this means to my father.  I

am convinced that what has been missing is twofold: first, a serious,

well-structured development plan; and secondly, serious investors with the

patience, dedication, knowledge, and resources to fund the plan and see it

through to its completion.

 

I have been speaking with my father recently, discussing an appropriate plan

of action.  I will include this information here, and copy my father on this

email so that we are all on the same page.  For the sake of my father's (as

well as mine) understanding, please limit any email responses to addressing

this topic exclusively.  Keep in mind that this is a preliminary plan, it

will surely be expanded and iterated upon, and any input you may have is

welcomed and appreciated.  With this said, here is my suggested plan of

action:

 

Step 1 - Design and implementation of a market/product study

This market study will involve interviews with vendors in order to study the

products that are currently available.  The objective of this market study

will be to determine the following:

a) Current products and prices for high-end artists' easels

b) Feature sets for such easels

c) Sales rate/volume figures for such easels

d) Comparison between web vs. retail sails of high-end easels

e) Procedures for implanting a new product into existing web and retails

sales networks

 

Step 2 - Application of study results to our design

Based on the acquired information, we will determine things such as:

a) A target retail price for our easel

b) A desired feature set for our easel

c) A prioritization order for which features are most necessary, and which

features can be compromised for the sake of reducing cost/weight/size, as

well as for simplifying the overall design.

 

Step 3 - Preliminary manufacturing study

A study of the major components, estimates for manufacturing costs for both

small and large production runs.  Study of the relevant manufacturing

technologies, their advantages and disadvantages, and their relative costs.

 

Step 4 - Combination of manufacturing and market studies

Based on steps 2 and 3, we will finalize the details of the design,

including features and specifications, accounting for production and

fabrication costs, a desired feature set, and our target retail price. 

Also, we will establish a first-run production count.

 

Step 5 - Technical development plan and execution

With the finalized design specification, and the first-run count, we will

complete the technical development, keeping in mind the optimal

manufacturing technologies for our first production run.

 

Step 6 - Marketing/Distribution Strategy and Execution

Based on the final design, and the market study, we will devise an

appropriate marketing and distribution strategy, considering direct,

Internet and retail sales.  Once completed the optimized strategy/ies will

be executed.

 

Step 7 - Continued Development

Based on the success of our first production run, we will adapt our

development iterations to the varying demand, and continue to refine and

improve the product.  Additionally, the marketing/distribution strategy will

adapt based on feedback from our first production run.

 

 

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Somewhere around step 4/5, cost estimates, funding schedules, and

development schedules will be devised.   Additionally, with a more finalized

design, it is likely that a new patent will be filed, as the original patent

is significantly different from our current design.  At that point, investor

relations and contracts will be established and specified to the last

detail, with the assistance of qualified lawyers.

 

 

Thanks for your time,

 

Ricky Capella

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From:
Rick Rick [mailto:orrnitorrinco@hotmail.com]
Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2003 3:56 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com; sebastiancapella@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: When the dial...

 

Dear Gary,

 

I am currently preparing a complete plan of actions regarding the easel

project.  Once complete, we can all discuss and contribute in order to

refine the plan.  I will email this plan to my father and copy you as well. 

Until that point, please refrain from contacting Ron Spelman directly. 

Expect to hear from me within the next few weeks.

 

Thanks Gary, and best regards,

 

Rick Capella

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----

From: Rick Rick [mailto:orrnitorrinco@hotmail.com]

Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2003 7:15 AM

To: gsg@sellnext.com

Subject: RE: When the dial...

 

Hi Gary,

 

I left you a voice message on your answering machine.  My cell number is +34

627 287810, and I almost always have it on me.  Once you call me there, I

can give you a non-cell number to reach me at depending on where I am.

 

I have been speaking with my father about this for some time, and we have

reached certain conclusions together.  Give me a call whenever you can, and

we can discuss these over the phone.

 

Take care Gary,

 

Rick Capella