From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
Thursday, September 18, 2003 10:54 AM
To:
'Rex Solomon'
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Leave me ALONE Gary!!!!! ...---...Do u need extra butt..?

 

Mr. Solomon, hello to you. My name is Gary Steven Gevisser and I assume you are able to click on to the hyperlinks, if not, please let me know.

 

U can also go to the eRaider.com website and click on to their Buck Stops Here message, the last posting, 672, happens to be mine, not all that surprising that Professor Aaron “BrownNose” Brown is taking more time than usual to respond, sum 45 and ½ hours to respond, the time now exactly 10:30AM PST?

 

Make no mistake, Mr. Solomon, I along with members of my inner circle are bracing for anything & everything at this time, no doubt some if not all of my adversaries, totaling probably no more than too handfuls of deranged individuals, likely celebrating my having been “fixed” even, if it is a rather quiet, celebration given whatever remains of their conscience, telling them that I might be right, that there is a higher power out there, watching each and every one of our moves, most if not all having at least come to grips with the fact that I very much operate in the real world, where “proof” is the “name of the game”, evidence, not superstition or mysticism, is key to prevailing, specifically in courts of law, to mention little of the increasing power of public opinion, the likes of Mr. George G. Hurst Esq., my wife’s former husband’s attorney, already having introduced into evidence sum rather revealing numbers as it pertains to my “abnormal” expanding spheres of influence, no bigger test, I am aware of here in the United States of America than “scienter”, culpable state of mind, Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. perhaps returning a little earlier from his vacation having spent possibly a day or too deciphering hieroglyphics.

 

May I suggest u take the time out right this very moment and spend the next several hours as sum folks do on a daily basis examining in sum detail my one website www.nextraterrestrial.com, read the Mission Statement, page through the 20 odd pages and if when u get to page 10 and still feel the need to know more about me, u will see a name written in my Barmitzvah prayer book, Rabbi Abner Weiss, give him a call or just call my mother 011-441-984-6-24088 and have her put u in touch with The Man whose best sermon was “The man from out of space” which I cannot recall a thing about, probably because I was fixated on Norman’s father’s eldest niece, i.e. Norman’s first cousin, Marion Lazarus.

 

My plan was to use this time to follow up with Diana Henriques of the New York X so I will now simply apply the concept of “2 hits 1 stone”. 

 

Like others copied on my emails u must be wondering why besides for my emails being sumwhat wordy, folks like Ms. Henriques who seem to know me, assuming she doesn’t just to respond to anybody’s emails or has read an opinion or too of one of the most famous Federal Judges in the United States citing me for having assisted him in reversing a landmark multi-million dollar jury award, are not responding at this time to emails that could “make or break” a journalist or too, surely they are somewhat thick skinned enough to get over my “style” assuming there was substance to my allegations of corruption at the highest levels of the Democratic Party?

 

Well, Mr. Solomon, you would agree that people like Diana Henriques, author of the best seller book, The White Sharks of Wall Street, are faced with some rather bleak choices knowing exactly where I am going with “my findings” that once “the word” is out their “gravy train” is over, everything they have stood for, their pitiful relationships with those who have stolen the most who provide them on occasion with sum “inside material” not to be confused with “insider trading” that make people like Ms. Henriques so uncomfortable, despite a gifted ability to write, possibly, tho, never had to “meet a payroll” and why the White Sharks of Wall Street feel so comfortable in letting her into their den as they fiddle her “back & forth” the pitiful figure she looks with each passing minute, 4 every minute she loses sitting on her hands, I on the other hand, gain a growing band of supporters fed up with the status quo, Ms. Henriques probably not having the slightest clue in terms of the big picture, as “Who knew what and when did they know?” but thanks to me, coming to terms that not only is the rein of The White Sharks of Wall Street soon coming to an abrupt end but how will she be able to look her colleagues, most of all her husband, straight in the eyes assuming he isn’t sum Greek legend, saying, “Honey, sorry to tell u this but I have been hoodwinked from beginning to end, help me now find my way out of this hell.”

 

The sharks referred to above should not to be confused with the Shark soccer teams where the best of the best Del Martians kids join, both our kids, probably having the skills to compete at this level, particularly the boy, built like his mother, but at this time lacking the drive and of course I would be willing to schlep them both if only they were restricted in terms of the number of options to “opt out” to mention little of how easy it appears to be for kids to use a parent or too to avoid putting in the necessary effort to pass classes no more difficult than when I went to school and remember Carmel College in South Africa mostly catered to the brain dead.

 

Our kids’ mother is doing, however, the most incredible job under “very trying” circumstances as their biological father, while still pretending to be in charge, waves “the candy” constantly before their eyes although Dr. JBS despite in rather “poor condition” at least the last time I saw him in the waves, now flashes dollar bills in their faces although I cannot be certain he came over to the house the other night to pass Danielle a “fiver or too”, having to stay parked at the curb, because of the permanent restraining order I have on him, supposedly helping his daughter with her math and science, remembering that Dr. JBS is an individual who simply practices, medicine, whereas my wife, I can assure u can read a textbook provided by the public schools or notes taken in class by Danielle if she were to have trouble answering the most complicated of questions in a “flash.”

 

Most people, you would agree, have photographic memories, forgetting oftenX to load the film?

 

To assist u better with “why are you upset with Norman's father?” contained in the email below is the following:

 

“…a sense of what has taken place in South Africa under the ANC Government that has allowed folks who wrote letters to the community, such as Norman Lazarus’ father, Bernard Lazarus, condemning Mr. Mandela as a “terrorist” although the word he may have used was “communist” supporting his imprisonment.

 

No doubt many Jewish families benefited from the “slave labor” camps spotted all around South Africa having got away with nothing short of “murder”, one thing to have to work “within the system” as my immediate family did, but another thing altogether to provide not just vocal support for these WWII Nazi remnants but helping to raise monies to boot; worst of all intimidating both young and old to the point that it is not all that surprising that so many have “spotted memories.”

 

Nothing like a good jog to refresh the soul?

 

While communicating this brief to u I continue to send out to very carefully selected “targets” the following:

 

 

Subject: ?If I am not for myself who is 4 me? And if I am only 4 myself, who am I? If not now, then when?

 

“So in So…---…,” question:

 

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 [NAZI] 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?

 

 

If u do recall such an occasion-s, can u tell me as best u can recall when such happening-s occurred and what came of such protest? Second, what, if anything, do u think we as a community or just a handful of us individually should do about it?

 

Sincerely,

 

Gary S. Gevisser

 

 

Ps – Please feel free to share this email with everyone on your email list. Your name along with everyone else who has received a similar email will be in “Jew course” [sic] displayed on the NextraterresTrial.com website…

 

 

 

 

Mr. Solomon, based on what I wrote yesterday to Laurie Black as well as what I wrote Norman Lazarus on September 10th which u can also access the email I wrote Merrick Wolman on the subject of your concern.

 

Given what I assume is your pursuit of the truth, no doubt using the wisdom of Solomon, not to incite folks, u may know that Merrick Wolman’s uncle, Sol Kersner, while pursuing studies that would later “earn him” a membership in the Chartered Accountancy Assembly was a “lightweight” boxer.

 

So what more would you like to know in terms of why I am upset with a whole number of folks including Norman’s father, Bernard Lazarus, and his “Pig” brother Gunter, the nickname used by every single person I knew growing up in South Africa, but deathly scared to say it to his face, although Gunter because he was in fact as fat as a pig, had an “iron fist” and it had I can assure u, nothing whatsoever to do with him and Bernard being in the “scrap metal” business, which I am sure u r aware is at least equally as dirty as the diamond industry, to mention little of the “currant” [sic] deafening silence from most of the Durban Jewish Community who perhaps understand more about what kept the vast majority of folk so “deadly silent” for sum 40+ years.

 

I will though “cut & paste” a paragraph or too from the email I sent to Merrick Wolman this past Tuesday who was so bold as to reply to my email above.

 

“…few would argue that Gunter’s eldest daughter, Marion, was the hottest, of the Orthodox Jewish girls which may have accounted for why I didn’t get as much out of Rabbi Weiss’ sermons as you, while I was constantly looking up at Marion her mother was “changing” like there was no tomorrow.

 

Since you have recently been in contact with the Rabbi who was our family’s best friend I wonder if you could ask him two questions, my efforts to reach him falling on deaf ears; the first if he could provide u with a verbatim transcript of any and all sermons he gave from both the pulpit in the Orthodox Jewish Temple located on Silverton Rd, at the intersection of Musgrave road, as well as any speech he gave in any other public forum other than what he said privately when people like Bernie and Zena Gevisser and their 4 children, I am the youngest, were guests at his and Shifra’s private residence.

 

U do know that Rabbi Weiss wrote out every sermon before putting on an incredible performance that had me mostly in fits of laughter for the very fact that of course he made digs here and there at the ruling elite, and the Capos to his immediate right and below the pulpit, but at an IQ level that I guarantee you neither Gunter nor his brother Bernard or any of their sons would have been able to figure out.

 

And I don’t remember you being any brighter than Sydney Lazarus who now runs their “scrap metal” operation in Durban, apparently also living in a big house?

 

 

What I can tell you is that I never offered any professor anything that they were not already thinking of themselves and of course you know enough what it means to have a family with the right connections, never once though by any stretch of the imagination using my family’s very good name to “butter up” a male professor and cum to think of it I recall many an occasion when visiting the Roy Cohen household when your family’s name came up as being staunch supporters of the Nationalist Nazi Government, agree?

 

One of the things “we” look for in SCALs [Shareholder Class Action Litigation] is not so much what a corporate executive has to say but what he-she fail to disclose.

 

There is so much cuc in your diatribe that even someone like myself who can pretty much start anywhere in analyzing bullshit didn’t know where to begin, naming one student Anton Harbor as if to suggest that people like the Baskins and Schmarmans could in fact find a safe harbor within the walls of the Durban Orthodox Jewish Temple or our private day school, Carmel College

 

Shame on you, not for being so intellectually dishonest but for taking me to be a nincompoop.

 

…you showed to the untrained eye quite a lot of courage in responding to me but I would have thought you would have got enough of a grounding in auditing 101 to have checked out my website a little bit better, a website that remains on track to be the number one website on the planet, the last hyperlink telling you everything there is to know about me and what drives me each and every day to do better, conscience.

 

Each and everyone one of us has made mistakes that we are not proud of but none of us should be burdened by the “sins of the father” or mother for that matter.

 

My hope is that you will find it within yourself to turn over a new leaf, at least place an advance order for Manager Minute One which, with or without your support will be a bloc-buster success

 

It is very important that u et al take a very deep breath at this time and think carefully about what I said in the previous “1 on 1” communication that you forward my emails to your entire downline, since sooner or later they will all get to c my writings including this email.

 

While kids my age spent all their weekends just hanging out with their mates I made a point of spending time with the smartest businessmen such as Alan Benn who provided me with the insight in to why women should in fact rule the world, his partner’s wife, Hilary Hackner, Mark Hackner’s mother, perhaps the smartest woman in Durban other than on course my mother who could run circles around anyone of the very best bridge players and of course my mother at one time was a pretty good golfer at the Circle Country Club.

 

The fact that the men, not including my father, would poke fun at Hillary who they “held responsible” for them not investing with Donny Gordon when he decided to start an insurance company, I believe it was Liberty Life, was not something lost on me.

 

More importantly, it showed how a woman’s natural instincts about someone, assuming their sequencing hasn’t been interfered with is “spot on” and of course despite the series of strokes u have just received u wud agree that there is probably not much more than 12 standard deviation points of intelligence separating the smartest amongst us to the dumbest at birth, but environment, nutrition to mention little of poor conditioning account for the immeasurable difference between u and me, and I will leave it up to u to define “immeasurable.”

 

My dog, Pypeetoe, even though he is pretty smart would probably score less than u on an IQ test, at this time, but I wouldn’t be certain about what might happen tomorrow, although u mustn’t forget Pypeetoe alone is responsible for getting me “to & from” Machu Picchu last year, never once being checked by security.

 

Hilary Hackner probably never saw a “set of books” in her life and if her life depended on it wouldn’t be able to read a balance sheet, let alone an Income Statement and God forbid anyone were to believe today a “Statement of Changes in Cashflow” put out by a so-called “Public company” which brings me to the only reason I went to university which was to stay out of the army.

 

I knew everything there was to know about the insurance industry from the likes of Alan Benn who like Gerald Hackner was not simply a chartered Accountant but a “consigliore” to many businessmen including Sol Moshal who was responsible for doing a rather “dirty deal” on the Gevissers, no doubt thinking, being a Chartered Accountant himself, that the auditors and advisors to the Board of the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies would simply “look the other way” which of course they did.

 

You may have also noticed how I have been taking issue with my uncle David Gevisser who was Sol Moshal’s “blue eyed boy” although u r just going to have to take my word for it, that not only was my father better looking, blue eyes to boot, but in all my years of playing it “straight, up & down the middle” while having a lot of fun in the process, never have I come across someone as genuine and smart as my father, Bernard Nathan Gevisser.

 

Sol Moshal, on the other hand, was a scoundrel, from start to finish and u may have come across what I eventually dished out to him on my very first trip back to South Africa in the early 1980s when no doctors here in the United States could find anything wrong with me, getting back though just in time to give “Uncle Sol” the biggest “send off” of his life before meeting his maker who no doubt has Sol Moshal burning in Hell, and hell as u know is only here on earth, so I will leave it to you to give me a suggestion or tTOo in terms of where Sol is today and of course I have thought of him as being a moth.

 

So do u think his “fast & loose” play was simply because he didn’t have any male offspring of his own taking a liking to David Gevisser who was the son of Morris Gevisser and Janie Moshal, Sol Moshal’s sister, or do u have possibly a deeper thought?

 

Now if u have a headache may I suggest u take two aspirin, sleep on this, and in the morning if u have a problem call Dr. JBS, but if mathematics comes to mind, don’t hesitate to call my wife on her cell phone number, 1-858-WIL-NEXT and tell her, “The Pisser said I should call.”

 

It was the same sort of liking that Charles Engelhard took to David Gevisser. Like Sol Moshal Charles Englehard had no sons. Quite impressive wouldn’t you agree that a “Goy”, a non-Jew of non-Jews who “hob knobbed” with the polo crowd such as the Oppenheimers, considered one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, certainly one of the richest, would choose a “Jew Boy” someone like David Gevisser, who to this day has one of the worst sTutters imaginable?

 

There is a lot for you to chew on today as well as others copied on this email who represent a statically valid sample of the world’s population.

 

I still though have aways to go in sending the email I sent you to the rest of the Carmelites but I suspect I should get through it all by my father’s next birthday, October 18th.

 

May I suggest that you don’t be foolish and take me for someone who is simply out to get rid of all the trash that is out there without a care about the innocent, particularly the children. Moreover I am looking constantly for ways to assist those who have stolen, lied and cheated the most to make good and the likes of Devin Standard and I have a number of solutions which we shall be putting forth in due course.

 

I may not be the richest person on the planet at this particular time but make no mistake there are lots of favors I have done folks over the years without taking anything in return, lest I should be faced with a taxable event, my needs have always been relatively modest and my wants very much under control.

 

I know quite a lot about the dangers of over controlling people to mention little of the fact that I am anything but arrogant.

 

I am though a pretty “good study” and of course I could do a better job of picking up around my work area and just like Hillary Hackner could pick up” that Donny Gordon “was not a good bet” so have I been very diligent in choosing my words ever so carefully and of course Hillary Hackners’ definition of “good” and mine may be somewhat different but Gerald Hackner and Alan Benn have in my opinion only Hilary to thank because if it was not for her and her wisdom, both Gerald and Alan would now be in my “† hairs” [cis] had they not followed her advice and invested with Mr. Gordon and become “stinking rich” not that I think Gerald and Alan have to worry about their next meal but certainly the last time I saw of both of them they looked like a diet was long overdue, and don’t think I am about to go on about the ills of Aspartame.

 

In a matter of days I will be placing up on The Internet the script I referred to in my communication to Professor Brown that may not come as that much of a surprise to you even though I know despite you being a Chartered Accountant and I assume a not altogether unsuccessful businessman you may know a thing or tTOo about how the insurance world works, very possibly Sol Kersner having sat you down in the same way Alan Benn and I would play Klabbios cards together on Saturday afternoon, informing u of the “ins & outs” of “reserving in offshore entities” not moronic stuff like “FIFO” and “LIFO” accounting which is all aimed at distracting the likes of idiots such as yourself who like Laurie Black don’t know when to shut up, unless of course it is your conscience tearing at you in which case let me repeat what I plan to have Laurie read unless of course King Golden Jnr gets to her first and says, “Hey Laurie, trust me u don’t want to hear what The Pisser has next in store for u”

 

Merrick, if absolution is what you are looking for I know of a few Roman Catholic priests as well as a couple of former altar boys such as King Golden Jnr Esq that will listen to your confession and surely commiserate providing all the answers.

 

As u know I was raised Jewish Orthodox where action in search of truth speaks louder than false promises, transparency king.

 

I have thought very carefully about including Professor Grundfest on this email because the Lord knows he is a busy enough gentleman who always responds to my emails and phone calls, at least so far. Professor Grundfest is also a former Chairman of the Securities Exchange Commission [SEC] and is aware that I have been calling for sum time for the President of the United States of America to do the smart thing which is to suspend trading of all public companies.

 

It is, however, also possible Doug Royer, the attorney who worked ever so closely with Larry Lawrence while not in a continuous “up & down” path “to & from” the toilet in his prestigious law firm in downtown San Diego is calling up Laurie Black and saying pretty much the same thing as King Golden Jnr. Esq, no doubt Doug who is copied on this email understands full well that if he were to do something as idiotic as that, he would really be spreading himself very thin, to mention little of perhaps the need for him to examine the “credit worthiness” of the insurance carrier that handles his firms’ “Errors & Omission” policies.

 

Merrick, remember now, Larry Lawrence is Laurie Black’s deceased father in law, today very likely one of those beetles pushing dung up a hill, possibly in your back yard. 

 

And of course I would let Alan Benn win most of our card games even though I had two things going for me that Alan lacked, one being a far better command of mathematics, counting the tricks rather well knowing even better how thin friendship really meant for those truly in need, nothing quite like pulling “tricks out of a hat” my parents always making a point of having me play with people like Lewis Barnet who didn’t come from a rich family but who had soul and wisdom way beyond his years, and second, an ability to play chess which no one including members of my own family had any idea about, never wanting to be boastful which somehow I knew would be the end of me.

 

My very close colleagues come from all walks of life, rich, poor, black, white, sum light on their feet, sum in need of support, sum very bright, but not all rocket scientists like Robert Anderson, most of all they all have a value system, able to c that I am on the side of “light”, that I never lie, steal or cheat and when I make a mistake I not only own up but do my “level best” to make amends.

 

There have been occasions when I have let slip, my rather fine tuned skills, when I have found for example a “loved one” in distress, the best example when I read “in between” the lines that my brother-in-law, David Danziger, who had done a terrific job in cleaning up the mess left by the old fart who started Price Line in Australia, was about to get “hit from behind” a good 6 months before he actually got the “ax”.

 

Not everyone cares for my style, in picking up the pace I am creating quite a dust cloud but there can be no mistaking the world’s financial markets are about to implode and I happen to believe I can make a difference.

 

As presumptuous as it sounds, yes arrogant perhaps, there is probably, however, not a single person on this planet who understands “risk assessment” as well as me and it has a lot to do with the fact that unlike many individuals who have to work for a living, hell bent, some of them, on dying the richest person in the grave, others content with their 2 weeks vacation per year, knowing that they are less than 4 paychecks from being out on the street, I have been blessed being surrounded by incredible people who give me all the rest I need to ponder the some of the biggest problems out there, the biggest being a lack of honesty and I know how to fix it.

 

Once people come to terms with how rigged the markets are, beginning with the insurance market, how so much wealth has been concentrated in the hands of so few who have no clue to solving anything other than continuing to hack away, they will very likely simply “stay home” and of course u have to know at least a wee bit about Chaos Theory to know that such actions are nothing short of a death nail to a capitalist economy, very different I should add to a “free market economy” which is the lifeblood of any nation, us all needing to come together at some point as one people.

 

The last thing the Warren “BO” Buffets of the world really want is for the Digital Age to reach the 4 corners of the earth, their options being very limited including, however, destroying the great plains of Africa, the rain forests, the oceans, the deserts of California, etcetera etcetera, remembering the real estate industry and the insurance industry are nothing short of “blood brothers” when the stock markets crash it is just a matter of time before the real estate market implodes and then real estate salespeople try their hand at selling insurance, and who needs insurance if one can stay at home and collect workers compensation benefits, here in California it can be over $400 per week and within 3 years over $800 per week.

 

And yes I have this thing about the skies being so cluttered with airplanes that not only consume vast amounts of gasoline but then there is the noise and visual pollution but I am certainly not calling for an end to passenger flight, not until such time as we have better alternatives, never to forget how easy it is to condemn and criticize all that is wrong forgetting that there are some very good things about the modern world, us risking throwing out the baby with the dirty water, and why the need to tread very carefully, which is what I am doing, never allowing my heart rate to rise above 72 unless of course I am exercising very heavily.

 

So why not get down on the floor right now and give me 100 push ups, followed by 250 sit ups and when I am eating out tonight knowing that the food at home is a whole lot better as well as healthier, wanting however to help push the economy along until we have all our ducks lined up, u should be out on say a 15 mile run followed by at least a 20 minute swim.

 

And of course I am nuts given what a luxurious life I could lead and of course it is a joke when I say my hourly rate is now $300,000 per hour, but it sure stops people from wasting my time.

 

It is just a matter of time before the whole world finds out how it has come to pass that the rich have got richer, fatter and uglier, while the poor have got poorer with all but the light from above just managing to keep their souls alive knowing full well that the richer have not got any smarter nor do they really contribute that much to the betterment of mankind.

 

My last suggestion is that you take the time out to read all of my emails including the hyperlinks and if there is anything of substance you disagree with please let me know, pay very careful attention though to my next email to Laurie Black as well the remaining parts of the minis series to Diana Henriques of the New York Times as well as Mr. Jim Gibson who may or may not be running for the California State Assembly; certainly if Mr. Gibson doesn’t do the right thing which is to simply agree to my “ground rules” for a meeting the chances of him being able to raise enough money to get elected will in my opinion be “slim & none.”

 

I have been wrong before but not when it has come to reading the markets and the fact that I don’t take myself all that seriously allows me to smile a whole lot. The sun is about to set. Go to go.

 

Take care,

 

Gary

 

 

Ps – I will check this email tomorrow and if there are any changes I will highlight them in green.

 

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Mr. Solomon, I not only chew on my words, carefully, but I have found a way that helps me measure my words, the comments though following my “broadcast” to the world by Mr. Devin Standard who is both a business partner and co-executor of my estate in the event I were to “slip & fall” say rather precisely our obligations to one another, as in neighbor to neighbor, the need to keep one another “in check”, made that much easier by the Digital Age which I happen to be believe is a “G-D Send”.

 

To repeat Devin’s comments in his most recent E-mail to me,

 

Gary:

Spot on!

Not much more can be said?

Any, and all moral highground is undermined if the minute one's proprietary

skin has been saved, one turns a blind eye to lesser, equivalent, or

greater evil. The fact that the gift of one's life has been spared

obligates one to, if not ruthlessly wield the sword of righteousness, to

at the very least, least shine a light into the dark corners where evil

manifests. Otherwise you are abetting the Devil you've recently dodged. Cheers…

 

By the way, Mr. Solomon, Devin would help make a determination whether “it suits” his “pocket book” to keep me alive whether it be a blow to the “back of the head” or a slip on my motorcycle which is more likely, knowing that my “living will” is clear, no respirators, and of course, u can appreciate why I have a strong sense of smell, other than of course my big nose, The Fish Rots From The Head Down, my grounding taking place in spots like the Greek green island of Samos, where Pythagoras, the first scientist emerged, nothing quite like having a command of mathematics to stimulate the mind, and the thighs to pull off a quick escape, if need be, agree?

 

I am trying to get hold of anyone from the Baskin and Schmarman family from Durban, would u be of any assistance?

 

Another thing that binds Diana Henriques and me together is contained in that “slip & fall” hyperlink, Diana a sufferer of “repetitive stress syndrome” which u can read about in the “New York Times” hyperlink; this very good looking lady knowing full well, assuming she was to have done her “Jew diligence” [sic] that given the lack of trust it doesn’t take much more than a “slip & fall” in a K-Mart or a better bet, a Wal-Mart tu become “independently wealthy” nothing quite so jarring as being “rear ended”?

 

Should u have any further questions about me may I suggest u contact everyone on your email list including the Lazarus family and their dwindling legions of supporters and since u appear to be in the jewelry business, perhaps selling a diamond or too, it is possible that u know of Mr. Cohen from Codiam Inc; Steven is a relation of mine, who my uncle David Gevisser introduced me to just after I got my “feet wet” having landed in the United States back on March 17th 1978.

 

I lasted no more than a few months on the job, our corporate headquarters located on 47th Street, near the intersection of Avenue of the Americas, in New York City. I developed a fever of sorts the instant I stepped off the plane at JFK International Airport and wasn’t of much use to this rather sophisticated diamond syndicate and naturally Codiam et al were invited to the “sights” offered by DeBeers, tu their better customers?

 

Suffice to say, the Cohen family were very understanding, Steven’s brother who was a physician allowing me to stay in his apartment on 72nd street right across from where John Lennon was murdered. It was, however, Alan Benn’s daughter, Lee-Anne, who helped me through the worst of it, eventually being forced to return to South Africa where the Benn family of Durban took amazing care of me, treating me perhaps even better than one of their own, their one maid in particular walking in to my bedroom every morning and so very slowly opening the blinds be4 walking over to my bed, brushing her hand very gently over my face saying the same thing time and again, “Oh Baas [boss] you have the smoothest colored skin…” and I replied only once, “I thought Black was supposed to be beautiful?” and she responded without missing a beat, “I never said beautiful.”

 

And of course Mr. Solomon u know that Black, like white is not a color, never to forget though, the man that not only saved my life but gave me a reason for living, Dr. Michael Moshal whose “wishing me well” letter u can access in the “treat” hyperlink.

 

So what do u think of the article Being Different that appeared in the January 1967 edition of Hasholom?

 

Let me know if you would like read the article my mother penned, in her own name, titled, Long Short Story of Masada.

 

Hang 10,

 

Gary

 

Ps-once u come to grips with the fact the world is endless, that what goes around, comes around, u will undoubtedly begin to make better choices, i.e. good versus evil.

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From:
Rex Solomon [mailto:Rex@HoustonJewelry.com]
Sent:
Wednesday, September 17, 2003 11:30 PM
To:
gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: Leave me ALONE Gary!!!!! ...---...Do u need extra butt..? Spin-Spineless?

 

Who are you and why are you upset with Norman's father?