From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Friday, July 25, 2003 2:56 PM
To: 'ann@risdonhosegood3.inty.net'
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Seacrest-The problems of the world have nothing to do with race, color or religion, simply poor parental religious teaching!

 

Dear Mrs. Spray,

 

I have little battery power on my cell phone, traveling by train "to & from" LA [Los Angeles] as a result of not filling out a business license form and mailing it in with a $75 fee, one of the better recent jokes coming out of "our" JoNathan's mouth last night,

 

"Why do a lot of dumb blondes live in LA? Because it is easy tu spell" [sic].

 

Wednesday looks good but I will only be able to confirm on Monday morning.

 

I would like Mr. McLusky to be aware that I plan to proceed with litigation against sum folks who on the surface appear "well meaning" but who subscribe to the age old trick, "the end justifies the means" as if to suggest the universe is not endless.

 

What goes around comes around just in different forms, functionality and formality something I am constantly trying to improve never to forget the lessons of the past including what caused the “break-up” in France back in the mid to late 17th Century, 1678 to be precise, that had my friend Gene’s 3 ancestors pack up their bags in a hurry making their way by ship to the “land of opportunity.”

 

Seated next to me is a lady by the name of Jacquie whose paternal grandmother, Ida Wheiner, escaped from “White Russia’ at age 17 during a government sponsored “program” [sic].

 

She and I have a number of things in common besides for both being raised Jewish and wanting to escape the maddening Horse Race crowd to mention little of her husband’s “top-end” work in the insurance industry.

 

Ida Wheiner apparently didn’t want to know about Judaism after she came to the United States because she equated it with the Cossack pogroms. Jacquie’s mother’s family came from Hungary in the 1850s along with others coming out of Germany.

 

My mother’s mother also came out of “White Russia” and her mother was the single survivor a pogrom that wiped out her entire family although Nechie Ash was not quite 10 as she witnessed the decimation of family members later escaping to tiny village called Poinsk which is the same village that David Ben Gurion, Israel’s first prime minister who advocated that the “children of Israel should be a light unto the nations”, never to retreat, never to forget the very first commandment, “…never tu return as slaves” [sic], Hilary “sex aid” Clinton clearly not the first to think of the SMART move that it takes a village to raise a child, the village idiot she is.

 

Contained within the “program” hyperlink is the too-page letter that my step grandmother, Jenny Gevisser, another of the morons to have infiltrated our “stable”, to mention little of Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus, Durban, South Africa’s “capo of capos”, decided “not to tell us any more and not to open the wounds of the past”, this sweeping under the carpet business “part & parcel” with all that is wrong in our society that leads to the ills of society being repeated time and again and why what is taking place on Wall Street today is no different to the frenzy that later spilled out into the streets that had the likes of Hitler’s brown shirts becoming so supreme.

 

Supremacy doesn’t last forever, just take a look at Macys in New York City just down the road from Forbes Magazine and in due course I will be responding to Mr. Seth Luboves recent “thank you” response to my email this past Tuesday once I have taken care of matters down at 1725 Main Street in Santa Monica.

 

I just got off the cell phone talking with my Dad, the greatest of the great dads who like Rafa would probably prefer I kept my emails “short” and of course my father isn’t in to reaf-ers to mention little of how much I would love to have Rafa’s long hair, to then use as knots to do all sorts of naughty things and thank G-d this good-looking “Charles Manson-Swiss-Peruvian-Hebrew” [sic] is shorter than me.

 

It is possible that one of my recent emails where I raised the question of the “awareness” of the “auditors” and advisors of the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies, “sold 4 a song,” sum 33 odd years back, has not yet reached my uncle David Gevisser, my father’s first cousin who could have been sumwhat distracted by his duties as the executor of Charles Englehard’s world wide estate, a man more than one individual I know considered to be the most powerful person in the word, perhaps even wealthier than the "Oppenwheiners" [sic] who liked to “hang out” with this “fish-er-man.”

 

“Our” Jonathan’s reaction to the cover of Animal Times contained in the “fish” hyperlink was enuf to let me know that we can in fact save this planet from going to the dogs but it is going to take more than just me to communicate all the alternatives that has us sucking what’s left of the ocean until it is “runs dry” and assuming I can take care of matters today in short order I will be placing a call to Hank Greenberg of AIG to discuss a number of topics without though stealing the thunder of one of his executives who has a way to save AIG a “cool $200 million annually”.

 

Now had we not been having such a good time this past Saturday evening I possibly could have tried getting Ron “closed mouth” Bellows to elaborate but since we were having such a good time I didn’t want to upset the flow and besides if I was only talking about saving the chairman and CEO of probably the most solvent insurance company in the world a “measly $200 million” he probably wouldn’t take my call.

 

Jacquie had asked me how I manage to avoid people hitting me with “spam email” which is part of the reason why I blind copy her on this email in addition to showing her in the “runs dry” hyperlink “our” neck of the woods, doing everything I can to not only promote Minehead but to find someone trustworthy to run the Ccrest Café that may soon run out of space dealing with all the traffic my next round of communications could bring, international drug traffickers, just one point I will be covering with the local authorities.

 

There are plans I hope to get hold of before I meet with McClusky that have us building an additional unit on top of the garage. My plan though is to revamp the entire café and turn it into a full-on Chaos hangout, butt of course I will ultimately defer to my wife who although granting Dr. JBS an “uncalled 4” get together with his too biological children this evening still calls the shots.

 

This “act of grace” shouldn’t result in this out-of-control physician or the nincompoop Medical Director of Sharp Memorial Hospital who he “roped-in” back in October of last year getting tu carried away thinking he has pulled off another coup, i.e. just because Dr. JBS managed to get through tu his SECOND-EX-wife over the telephone in a “non-emergency” i.e. evade once again putting his thoughts down on paper there isn’t anything humanely possibly he et al can do at this point outside of breaking the law, once again, that would stop me “dead in my tracks” in my efforts to c to it that he et al never, never, again have one single opportunity to turn another kid into a “dik.”

 

Engelhard besides for having no offspring of his own thought the world of David Gevisser who unlike Jacquie continues tu stutter although what I have next “in store” over in my “former homeland” may have Uncle David more than simply fart, possibly brake the spell that will have him in a position to articulate precisely and clearly without using a spokesperson like his journalist-author son, Mark Gevisser, how he intends to facilitate my colleagues and me when we next visit South Africa, to mention little of my commitment to my Dad that I will hold off until August 18th, when he is supposed to emigrate to Australia before taking out “full-page ads in every single one of South Africa’s daily and we-ak-end Newspapers” [sic] that contain hyperlinks to my next email to Trevor Manuel, South Africa’s Minister of Finance.

 

Suffice to say, Jacquie also only started talking at age 3 and who knows maybe her son-in-law will buy my apartment-condo building in Santa Monica before I have tu fork over the $75 business license fee that I still owe the City of Santa Monica that apparently has resulted in a “bench warrant” being issued for “my arrest.”

 

No rest 4 the wicked.

 

And of course I share this information with Mr. George G. Hurst Esq., Dr. JBS’ attorney who like Dr. JBS et al are walking on “spilkers” i.e. egg shells wondering how they can possibly avoid the “hail” I will be throwing at them in short order.

 

And of course most rational people would agree that Hitler was possibly the most honest politician in history spelling out exactly what he intended to do before being elected into office, never though, surprised by the older folk who continue to “shake their heads” arguing “How were we to know?” and of course Jacquie who could probably give my mother a “run for her money” in every category under the sun loved my mother’s classic, “I only debate people who agree with me.”

 

At sunrise our dog Pypeetoe who will not be joining us on this trip possibly preferring to stay in “dog heaven” did more than his usual amount of “circles” which woke up Marie “The Witch” Dion. Were it not for today’s “Blah Blah” distractions I probably would have arranged the necessary documents to bring this very sweet dog along. Fortunately or unfortunately, u may be aware of my “struggles” to have Roger Hedgecock a conservative radio talk show host return my Avenger Pitching Wedge that was used to transport “The God” on my first trip to Peru last year.

 

The “fortunate” part would be that Mr. McClusky has read all the emails I sent him directly over the past 18 odd months as well as those where he has been blind copied in addition to those emails forwarded by others which serve a number of purposes, first my saving time adding his email address which along with the hyperlinks take up about 90% of the time getting out an email and second, as I responded to Ms. Kathy Murray when she sent me an official looking email that had me on the FBI “Watch List

 

“I very much appreciate the fact that you are increasing the circle of those people dependant upon my communications for their insight and analysis of the events of the day. This is a very affirmative and positive step on your part that is highly appreciated.”

 

The “unfortunate” part would mean that I would have tu bring Mr. McLusky up to speed on a whole number of things which will take away from our vacation time.

 

Be rest assured, assuming Mr. McLusky is a litigator besides for being one hell of guy for not having yet charged me a dime, our meeting should not last longer than 25 minutes since I will have the complaint-s all drafted requiring simply his signature and for him to fill in the date.

 

Perhaps if I have told my father we will be offering date-milkshakes he might have decided to join us all despite he pig and leaking valves to mention little of my hope that we will soon be offering Iced Gipsy Coffee to customers dealing with the incredible weather that awaits us.

 

Must fly.

 

Gary

 

Cc:rest

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From: Ann Spry [mailto:ann@risdonhosegood3.inty.net]
Sent:
Friday, July 25, 2003 2:32 AM
To: Gevisser, Gary
Subject: Seacrest

 

Dear Mr Gevisser

 

I am replying in Mr McLusky's absence to your E-mails dated yesterday and

today.  Our telephone number is the international code for United Kingdom,

followed by 01643 703123.  With regard to an appointment with Mr McLusky,

would you be able to come to see him at 10.30 a.m. on Wednesday 30th July?

Please let me know if this is convenient for you.  If not, I can offer you

an alternative on Friday 1st August, morning or afternoon.

 

Yours sincerely

 

 

Ann Spry (Mrs)

Secretary to Mr R G McLusky

RISDON HOSEGOOD

 

 

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