From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: Mr.
Cc: Vicky “Sticky” Schiff
- WCG; Dan Weinstein WCG; M Prick Weinstein; JRK@class-action-law.com);
Subject: Next Symposium {:} Ccrest...---...arch rival...---... {:}
Dear Mr. McLusky,
I am up as you can tell
rather early this morning, it raining “cats
and dogs” in usually so very sunny and colorful southern
To recap, back on January 28, 2004 12:26 PM
PST I sent you an email that spelled out a number of things, not tu
forget the too folks “carbon copied”, the FBI and Ms.
Vicky “Sticky” Schiff who if I were
capable of “turning a blind eye” would probably have
by now stopped “kicking me under the table” with her
stiletto high heeled shoes, more
than happy to send me a stipend totaling 10% of her “take of
the winnings” as the co-m
Another, Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. failed to bring up in his
rather lengthy phone call to me yesterday afternoon that began before 4PM
PST and ended around 4:20PM PST, I cannot say for certain since he
called the house line as opposed to my cell phone which retains all such very very very important information,
not that we couldn’t if necessary, go back and check his phone logs much
like evaluating the accuracy of my mother’s contention that I was “missing”
during a very critical stage of getting my financing together to purchase Ccrest, but such “discovery” would require a
court order, blah blah,
as Marie Dion, would say, agree?
Quite elegant wouldn’t
you agree, mostly Marie’s “shot across the bow” to her
“compass mentis” [sic] siblings and mother less
than 2 hours before her father, Johnny Dion, my friend, passed away
ever so peacefully, his youngest son, Jean Dion,
at his side quite taken at his father’s ability to “take
direction”, another misconception some, including, Mr. JRK
Esq. have of me, agree?
While suggesting that I get
my mother to “step up to the plate” and take care of
a commitment Mr. JRK Esq. had made to me several months back during one
of our Wednesday “Chicken Pot Pie=quid
pro quo” lunches at Rainwaters
in downtown San Diego, perhaps his thinking was that the mere mention of my mother’s
name would “drive
me up the wall”, not that I have forgotten the diamonds
imbedded in this “one of a kind” very generous
“on her terms” mother’s breasts, Mr. JRK
Esq. provided to me all the evidence I needed that there was now someone else I
would have to add to my Watch List, and you will notice that I
didn’t add in, “watch my back”
Front,
although I am quite certain I could have found a way to make those 3 words rhyme ever so well, perhaps though not
as well as my mother who I don’t know 4 certain what she was doing at any
time back on February 8th 2002 when Ms.
Schiff and I last “broke bread” together although
all we did was drink bottled water, in the presence of
Butt
we do know for absolute certain that my mother, Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman, on April 30th
2002 2:58 PM m
Mr. JRK Esq. is not
only intimately familiar with the discourse between my mother and I but you
would have thought given the high degree of credibility he attaches to my
“work
product” he would know that I would eventually,
usually no more than in a picosecond, perhaps two picoseconds, “pick
up” on not so much what he
Anyone says but what they fail
to say, and for Mr. JRK Esq. to think for a nanosecond that I
would forget my faxing to him at the first opportunity further “smoking
gun evidence” in my hands of political corruption at the highest
levels of the Democratic Party located in all the States of the United States
including I would suspect the so-called “territories”
my exiting this “one of a kind” meeting at precisely 2:30PM
PST on February 8th 2002, goes to the heart of what may
be nothing more than a “youthful indiscretion” on his part,
Mr. JRK Esq. though, is not only “long in the tooth”
he has to be the biggest fricken jerk, taking me of all the people he
knows as someone who doesn’t know at this point in my life exactly, no
strike that, precisely, when to turn it “on and off”.
The time now according to my
computer 5:42 AM PST and the bedroom balcony door right in front of where our
chocolate Labrador was lying fast asleep, suddenly blew open sending Maggie
careering toward the bathroom while SIG [Super Italian Greyhound]
simply got up from under the comforter and gave me just one big lick, nothing
close to the performance he does each and every morning to get Marie to wake up
and then to watch the too of them “bond” even more is simply unbearable, bearing in mind where he
sleeps most of the time, to mention little of the other night while suffering
quietly from food poisoning in JoNathan’s bedroom, Pypeetoe spent the
entire night pacing between the master bedroom where JoNathan slept on my side
of the sled bed and his bedroom where I lay in absolute agony, my very good dog
making certain that Marie suffered along with me, and if it meant JoNathan
having less energy to play “Tag Football” at the school,
which human being on the planet would like to take issue with me on that rather
sensitive point, nothing quite like skating on solid ice,
agree?
Suffice to say at this time
Mr. JRK Esq. like the WCG is a big-time money raiser for the
Democratic military machine Party, you aware of course that
it has been, at least to the best of my knowledge, surely it seems, over the
past 70 odd years, wouldn’t u agree, that the “Communist”
Democrats have been “in power” during at least the “escalation
of conflicts”, the too Gulf Wars simply the “clean up”
stage?
I am still quite amazed why
the Kennedy myth is not dispelled in the same way kids at the Public Del Mar
Hills Elementary
School go about dispelling
myths of early man.
Why Mr. JRK Esq.
wouldn’t have suggested in his quest to keep me away from the main focus
we should both be sharing in common, going after Citicorp in the epic
of epic SCALs [Shareholder Class Action Lawsuits]
is I would think pretty well spelled out in my missive to
Mr. JRK Esq. also
mentioned that he would be attending a function where Mr.
Two requiring Mr. Burkle
to appear before a Grand Jury asking the type of questions so very
familiar to the likes of folks like Mr. JRK Esq, Mr. Finkelstein Esq.
and the list of the “very best” in this field does not
in fact go on “ad-infinitum”, but it
would be wrong at this time not to include “yours truly” in
assisting Federal as well as State prosecutors ferret out “The whole
truth and nothing but the truth” including having former United
States President Bill Clinton answer the question-s, “Who
knew what, when and how?”
I did not need Mr. JRK
Esq. to inform me that Mr. Burkle, today “teamed” with former President Bill
Clinton, is a “dangerous” individual; I knew that within
minutes of one of his stooges, Mr. Dan Weinstein who is one of about
1500
So
individuals/corporations/government officials/charities blind copied
on this missive, informing me of such when Dan Weinstein, not to be
confused with Mark “Renegade-Prosecutor” Weinstein Esq. and
I first met in the summer of 2001 at the Medici? Italian restaurant in
the Gas Lamp district of downtown San Diego right across from Jim Croce’s,
an area that I understand Mr. Finkelstein Esq. enjoys as
much as anyone
which is why I understand Howard is in the process of moving in to one of the Twin
Towers, once owned by Homefed Corporation, because certainly
he must be able to afford the vacant lot just a “hop-jump-and-scotch” [sic] from Mr.
Krinsk’s palatial residence, a lot Mr. Krinsk knows perfectly well I
could afford if in fact I was given the time to liquidate my remaining assets in
a “controlled liquidation sale” versus a “fire sale”
much like what is referred to here in the United States as a Chapter 11
Bankruptcy Reorganization versus a Chapter 7 where “all hell breaks lose”, in the
final
So he says, running public
companies to “hang up his gloves” never having
to worry about things such as mortgages, just like me, although I probably did
it younger than Mr. JRK Esq., his decision to enter to the “Heavyweight division” of the
legal profession coming about because as he put it “a burning desire
to do the right thing!”, really?
And why would I have any
reason, up until now, to believe otherwise, his handling of witnesses at least
in my presence quite exemplary although there has been, I must say, a nagging
pain in the back of my neck now for several months, my more so concerned than
ever before about how Mr. JRK Esq. would have allowed an attorney
working for him to have been so incredibly negligent in failing to follow up on
incredibly good intelligence of corporate malfeasance coming from a senior executive
of a company, clearly without an “ax to grind”, nothing
quite like having one’s head chopped off by a baseball bat,
wouldn’t you agree?
Remember this “yoyo”
of an associate-attorney was under Mr. JRK’s direction, not under Howard
“Heavy hand” Finkelstein Esq’s command who I
don’t know for certain actually has a law degree, all I recall about
Howard’s corner officer is my dog making a big poo right behind
Howard’s stool.
Mr. Finkelstein Esq. perhaps, investing some of his monies, notice, I didn’t
say “ill-gotten” gains in a telescope to see what if any
“rich
chick” enters one of the
saloons where Marie once, at my insistence of course, jumped up and starting
dancing on a table that had everyone including the bouncer quite mesmerized
until he realized that she was taking away from the main show, the lead singer
of the group who was female and rather attractive seemed to have “the hell in” although it
could just have been the fact that among the “worshippers” were more than a
handful of very beautiful gay women and the lead you know is so very very very important in this gladiator of gladiator sports I
refer to as SCALs.
Mr. McLusky, you know of
course thanks to the San Diego downtown tax-payer-financed new baseball stadium
where the young and restless,
along with the veterans of past wars who were simply too young to know
better hang out, their sequencing no doubt in
many if not most cases interfered with by not only uncaring parents but
teachers “pawning them off” the responsibility of not simply
saying ridiculous things such as “Say No 2 drugs” while the
elders themselves act “otherweiss” [sic] but so often
scheme in the most insidious ways to throw those of us trying to do the right
thing off our “game plan”?
There are few people I have
known over the past half a decade who know better than Mr. Krinsk Esq. how
“good I am” at trying to do, “the right thing”
risking pretty much everything I have, other than my very very
very good
name, paying however, ever, so ever, careful attention to those around
me, mindful mostly of those very poor and very lost
souls who through no fault of their own are this very moment praying
desperately to find an unlocked dumpster seeking protection from this pouring
cold rain.
It is now
I will follow up later today
in terms of how I would like you to proceed on my behalf and should you have
time on your hands from time to time check in here,
here and here,
you noticing of course the continued deafening silence coming from Professor
Aaron Brown and most of all his handler, Mr. Melvyn Weiss Esq., Mr. JRK
Esq’s “arch rival.”
I must now run while
continuing to welcome all checks in the mail
benefiting this social cause 4 the betterment of mankind.
Yours truly,
Gary S. Gevisser
Ps –
deciding who to include amongst the 1500 may take me longer than writing this
email with all its hyperlinks.
