From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, April 22, 2004 1:14 PM
To: Me_Thinks
Cc: FBI;  Washinton Post
Subject: Next Symposium {:}...My thinking of suggesting to Hillary Rodham Clinton...{:}

 

Me_thinks perhaps your decision to ignore my post 4368 which can be accessed by clicking on showing all my hyperlinks was because you first wanted to hear what else I had to say although urinside in post 4372 responded not only positively but with “sum” [sic] insight which I will address in due course.

 

Betting back to the 2nd Night Passover Seder dinner in Manhattan which I experienced at the corner of 63rd Street and Park Avenue had me thinking about a number of things including the comment I made to my friend Derrick’s brother-in-law who I don’t suspect to be an outlaw 4 the simple reason that although I don’t know Pipee he appears to have accumulated enough wealth allowing him to always take the “high road” not to suggest that Pipee made his fortune as a drug trafficker

 

Or

 

Possibly trading gas and oil for weapons of mass destruction since I just met him very briefly the Sunday be4 at New York’s Central Park Zoo just a “hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from Randolph and Veronica Hearst’s palatial residence, my stomping grounds for a period of a few months in late 1993 early 1994.

 

Pipee is, however, a code name, no one in the group volunteering to give me Derrick’s brother-in-law’s real name, the possibility that Pipee is a CIA operative who if he were to tell me his real name perhaps, already on my “targeted” email list, my life could be in danger, you have heard the joke about the spook saying words to the effect,

 

“Now that I have made such disclosures I have no choice but to kill you, choose between, the guillotine, lethal injection, scalping

 

Or

 

Sex with me?”

 

My partner-wife this past weekend scalping her former husband good and proper who has used possibly everyone willing to get “warm and fuzzy” just one of a number of “wolves in sheep’s clothing” to “shoot his poison tipped arrows” to mention just in passing in a missive yesterday to an official of Washington Mutual [WAMU-SHAMU-SHAME] my naming a number of folks who have managed to get by in this world playing it “fast and loose” followed by my assuring a representative of Citigroup, Mr. “Benz” [sic] that I would address all his concerns in “short order” and then “sum” [sic].

 

And then there was the “music to my ears” the lecture on the Revolution of Biology by a Professor from UCSD which I highly recommend that ends on a rather profound note,

 

“In October 1999 we passed 6 billion, so we r running ahead of schedule, now what does this mean? It means the DNA is winning. There is too much human DNA in the world. We have to come to grips with this. If we don’t all the business of gene therapy and drug treatments, counseling and the likes won’t mean a thing. It will be like the bacteria polluting in its own waste and we will just go under. It wont matter....thank u all for listening to this tirade.”

 

So worthwhile reading my missives from the Bottom Up.

 

Following this missive which will also appear as a posting on the Yahoo Revlon Corporation message board I will be sending out a thank u email to Derrick for wire transferring to me additional “working capital” and then I will respond to Mr. Genz in earnest to mention in passing my noticing that our neighbors here on 27th Street in Del Mar, California seemed to have purchased a brand-spanking-new Mercedes Benz SUV, Steve Pratt quite the “practical joker” on the Oprah Winfrey Show several weeks ago, hi Steve, hi Patty.

 

Derrick’s wife did the most incredible job of explaining in less than 90 seconds the significance of the Passover meal and its meaning in the modern age of catered dinners, quite extraordinary when one considers I was raised in a Jewish Orthodox household for 1 week shy of 21 years, one of the most schooled and respected Rabbis in the world, Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss my family’s closest friend, never once as articulate, having to “beat around the bush”, us Gevissers probably eating more meals at the Weiss’ residence than any other family in Durban, South Africa, my gleaming in all that time not much more than noticing how with every passing meal the folks at the table became more reliant on their serviettes-napkins which kept slipping off their bloated stomachs.

 

Suffice to say that given the ever so short and sweet commentary that is really all that is needed to drive home the point of “Do unto thy neighbor as you would want done unto yourself” without all the distracting commentaries, it was so effortless to mention to Pipee about this anonymous interactive question presented back in the spring of 1999 to a group of Chief Financial Officers representing the largest 100 United States corporations, contained in an article penned by William S. Lerach titled, An Alarming Decline in the Quality of Financial Reporting.

 

And when I commented that the “SEC had sought – and obtained – the attendance list for this Conference” at the Business Week annual powwow, I thought of Brendy_45’s comment in post 1462 back on 10/02/99 at 1:40 PM ET.

 

Although to be perfectly frank, my feeling Mr. GSkicking my flank”, I may not have completed the “and obtained...” given the level of denial on the part of Pipee that once again began to rear its ugly head, which is not to suggest that Pipee would have grabbed his rather beautiful and seemingly very intelligent wife, the sister of Derrick’s wife, by the scruff of her neck and forced her to give him “sumthing” [sic] so as to distract others at the table from the head trip Derrick and I were unleashing with merciless combinations although I truly don’t remember Derrick saying much more than, “Hay, Gary’s book will be on me.

 

Naturally, you know that after the denial stage comes the resignation stage where it is all about grabbing as much as one can as quickly as possible so as to die the richest person in the grave, my also probably failing to mention to Pipee that this was now my mission in getting those hell bent on finishing first in this pitiful race to rethink things as I go about collecting “the gold.”

 

Bill Lerach Esq, the co-chairman of the law firm of Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach, now a target of 2 Grand Jury investigations stated the following in terms of the extraordinary high level of larceny at the highest levels of corporate America,

 

[In the spring of 1999] I addressed the Business Week CFO Conference in Phoenix. I spoke to 100 CFOs of top U.S. companies – major American corporations. After I had challenged the quality of current corporate financial reports, the moderator used an interactive question-and-answer system to ask the CFOs to respond anonymously to the question: "Has your CEO ever asked you to falsify the financial results?" Astonishingly, 67% said yes – and 12% admitted they had done it. I later heard the SEC had sought – and obtained – the attendance list for this Conference.

 

Me_thinks, it is my opinion that the level of risk has reached epidemic proportions, the fact that there isn’t a “risk assessment” specialist on the planet worth their salt willing to debate me, explaining why the markets have not imploded, yet, is rather encouraging wouldn’t you agree?

 

May I suggest you click on this hyperlink below which will take you to a recent communiqué to Mr. Devin Standard who is the executor of my estate, Devin’s father, Kenneth Standard Esq. to be sworn in this coming June 18th as the President of the New York State Bar Association

 

Or

 

U can access it by going to the home page of my one website www.Nextraterrestrial.com and clicking on

Latest on the epic of epic Chess Games geared toward balancing the best and worst of humanity, blah blah, less said the better….

 

The most recent 2-way communiqué just yesterday, my just waiting to get some clarity on an email Devin sent me earlier at 10:54 AM PST.

 

On Wednesday, April 7th, following this truly wonderful dining experience I spent a good part of the day back at the library-bar in the Hudson Hotel typing away at the same table I had sat at the day before overlooking 57th street listening to the hip music and the odd conversation every so often listening intently not that I am really that interested in what other people have to say although I tend to go “with the flow” such information “part and parcel” of my “risk assessment” business.

 

I had taken my time after dinner in getting back to the Hudson walking for a good couple of hours before jumping in a cab, the cab ride costing me all of $4 including a $1.50 tip, my way of working off the “bad” part of what was really a terrific Passover, no “blood and guts” my thinking tho of a number of things including the possible cancerous enzymes working their way through Pipee’s colon considering replicating themselves, blah blah, my missing though, my partner-wife Marie Dion and my poor poor dog Pypeetoe suffering horribly from this separation anxiety.

 

A friend of Marie suggesting a dog psychologist, my thinking of asking Derrick’s wife who is a child psychologist her opinion which would in order to be intellectually honest require me confessing that I alone have been responsible for making Pypeetoe a “co-dependant” although based on a passing comment by my partner-wife’s brother, Jean Dion, who appears to have witnessed Pypeetoe in the bed at our beach house well before the crack of dawn, Marie baring “sum” [sic] responsibility for this “co-dependency”, wouldn’t u agree?

 

Getting back to those Passover dinners growing up in such a dysfunctional society as Durban, South Africa which I assume was in many ways no different to those contemporizes of mine raised in other parts of the world victims of the suffering of those adults themselves victims of the previous generation, degenerative diseases settling in well before modern medicine has been able to diagnose such an onslaught.

 

I.e. the longer the meal goes on so the folks seem to get fatter by the second, the drinking of alcohol contributing in my opinion little in terms of their intoxication with so much of their own bs, agree?

 

U know of course that a fart is nothing more than airborne particles of feces, to mention in passing the wife of Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk who was one of the attorneys tasked with filing the SCAL against Perelman and Co, probably not all that enamored with me, Campbell Soup, her code name, who continues to be blind copied on my missives, a filter it seems having been placed stating words to the effect,

 

“Recipient doesn’t like you butt if u can help me extract a larger settlement than what was called for in my prenuptial agreement with Mr. Debonair JRK all will be forgiven, my thinking that with him being a Democrat so enamored with his own bullshit on hooking masses on entitlement pogroms he would c it as only right to be more generous with me in the end than my one ex-husband, a Republican, the chief whip of the Florida State Senate” [sic].

 

My dog, Pypeetoe, has little and nothing in common with this rather interesting character who has a similar sounding name other than both Pypeetoe and Pipee seem to enjoy twisting and turning, leaning one way and then the next and every so often while checking on their tails lick their butt holes, Pipee tho, may have played no role whatsoever in that incident that apparently took place at a high end hotel in Beverly Hills, California that had the cleaning service refusing to clean the mess apparently left by Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman and a male aid, just one of the stories I occasionally throw out in testing the mettle of would be investors in my intellectual property.

 

In the end as Pipee gathered his belongings, his incredible children as best I recall clinging to their mother, using as best he could his shoulders to cover his ears, refusing, however, to let me even roll up 2 business cards and stuff them in his nostrils, I was warmed by his intonation confirming my optimism how easy it could be to extract out a handful more dollars than the $27 opportunity cost the result of Derrick agreeing to gift Pipee just one copy of Manager Minute One, quite the business man my partner-friend Derrick as he assisted me hook in Pipee for a ride of a lifetime.

 

So confident am I that Pipee will be around for the long haul that I didn’t bother taking him up on his offer to visit with him alone in his mother-in-law’s bedroom where one has a perfect view of Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman’s “Madhattan” [sic] residence, to mention little of everyone including the kids giving up on looking for the “Africommon” [sic] which is the piece of matzo hidden for the “dik-s” [sic] to find, earlier in the evening my mentioning to Derrick’s non-Jewish friend Terry sitting to my right, Terry quite the model-sports agent, that I thought it would be rather ingenious of our hosts who live at 570 Park Avenue to toss in with the couple of bucks set aside for the kid who found the hidden “peace” [sic] of matzo the keys to their stately abode.

 

Not that they should feel in any hurry to “kick the bucket” but in the event they do not live to 430, the amount of time apparently the Jews, escaping from Pharaoh who kept changing his mind, spent in the desert as opposed to the 40 years we were taught as kids.

 

Not to forget that Terry’s elder brother converted to Judaism on his own accord without a “song and dance” not because he wanted to marry a JAP [Jewish American Princess] but because like any rational thinking person Judaism perhaps like no other religion other than Christianity and Islam does a pretty good job in pointing folks in the right direction.

 

No better, in my opinion,

 

Or

 

Worse than mathematics and science given the precision of these too “gifts of G-d”, Hebrew tho as I have stated previously may in fact be as precise as mathematics and science, if not more so, the connections between the words describing the Exodus out of Egypt quite profound, as a kid my never really paying that much attention to anything written

 

Or

 

4 that matter said given the incredible hypocrisy pervasive in our so dysfunctional society located on the most southern tip of Africa, the policies of the Nationalist Nazi Party regime mimicking those of Nazi Germany to a T.

 

To be

 

Or

 

Not to be part of the solution is what plagues most people, my hearing idiotic expressions like, “If there wasn’t a black problem there would be a Jewish problem” making as much sense to me as Jewish Capos being tolerated at the highest levels of the Jewish social and religious structure of Nazi occupied Europe causing me when into my early teens to simply tune off.

 

Us now coming down to the wire as the Digital Age, a G-D-Send, no longer allows the truth to continue being stretched ad-infinitum, the “duck and dive” tactics of the past, hoping on an airplane to a “safe heaven” [sic] as the authorities in one region of the world close in on unscrupulous business practices, fast drawing to a close, the world getting ever so smaller as the masses unite from the “bottom up” ever so careful to dismantle those infrastructures that work well.

 

As more and more evidence suggests the universe is endless, the cosmos and matter at the subatomic level so well mirrored, time simply warped, so the endless conversations around the dinner table getting shorter increasing more difficult for folks so used to having things their way thinking they can simply walk away agreeing to disagree, such tactics no longer a viable option especially if as in the case of Pipee his wife paid ever so careful attention to what I had to say, my now using this missive to send Pipee that article penned by Bill Lerach Esq, again Bill is the co-chairman of the 2,000 pound law firm of Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach who today most probably have a whole lot more to fear from me and my supporters that are growing in leaps and bounds than those “too” [sic] Grand Jury investigations that as I have stated previously could be no more than a “smoke screen”, agree?

 

My quite satisfied that Pipee once he sees in “black and white” how corrupt the stock markets r, more importantly have been built on nothing short of quicksand the “I need a shareholder quick!” by Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown, simply the tip of the iceberg, he will come around unless of course he like many is dependant on stipends dished out by the ruling elite, once I spell out ever so carefully how well engineered are the tax codes throughout the world those dependant on the business of tax shelters will find their shelter only with the likes of me willing to help them help themselves, never to be greedy, agree?

 

It not taking a rocket scientist to figure out why the only reason public companies with their incredibly weak controls and lack of humanity relative to private business where the shareholders “man the cash register” sell at prices significantly more than those where management have a much larger stake in the long term outcome of the operation, often their name as opposed to an institution like the Sharp Memorial Hospital in San Diego County, on the line, is only because of the “mark up” by Wall Street brokers much like what I was hearing about earlier in the day which I wrote about in my missive to Mr. Devin Standard, just prior to leaving for JFK International Airport.

 

The story of Exodus talks of G-D giving again and again, never giving up, in his efforts to help the Israelites help themselves, human nature not one to appreciate gift givers until such time as they are essentially “down and out” ready to be “boned up the ass by bubba” agree?

 

The fundamentals of the western economy today perhaps as bad as if not worse than in the 1600s, certainly as bad as in 1907 which was a whole lot worse than 1929 agree?

 

One person, J.P Morgan saved the day at the turn of the last century, and so who else other than each of us supportive of our Godly inspired great President George W. Bush choosing to do the right thing in this epic battle of good versus evil willing to stand tall, agree?

 

My thinking of suggesting to Hillary Rodham Clinton that she along with her amoral husband so distracted in stuffing cigars up interns vaginas that he couldn’t “c the writing on the wall” now do the right thing and devote every dime they have as well as all their time to meeting with the families of our dead servicemen-women as well as those injured, first getting on their hands and knees before apologizing for the incredible mess they alone were responsible for creating during their 8 years of Imperial Chinese Rule, agree?

 

My comforted in the knowledge, different to belief, that the Almighty Smart G-D will not forsake those of us who now stand tall.

 

Time for a quick walk along the beach, another glorious day, no time in the history of our species to be alive, agree?

 

Gary S. Gevisser

 

Ps – I couldn’t help but notice the_reaper_has_arrived’s post 1421, posted up also on 10/01/99 at 2:42 PM ET titled,

 

Celebrate Good times

(99/Hell and Back)

 

followed by,

 

come on!
Theres a party right here, a celebration to last throughout the year,
Its caller REV under 10, so come and bring some friends.

Grim.

 

To repeat, How many coincidences does it take be4 it is no longer a coincidence?