From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: R G McLusky c/o sue.walker@risdonhosegood.com
Cc: rest;
Subject: RE: SeaCrest Cafe
Rob, and
please forgive me if I am coming across as being too familiar but I happen to
believe your conduct towards me and my wife make you much more than family and
its not because of your "failure" to bill me a penny
for your services now into its 4th year, yet, not that u
should go “overboard”
like the eRaider.com folks to mention little of the time it takes to read my
missives?
I am not
always mindful that I type faster than most fast talkers can spit
out their utter garbage, my thinking at this time of my mother’s model,
Penny Coelen, who was crowned Miss World back in 1958 and assuming she is no
longer married tu her sugar-daddy, Mickey Rey, “Kane & Able”
[sic] now coming to mind, Dr. Norman Kane a South African orthopedic surgeon
possibly looking forward to the increased business I might one bring his way,
unless I don’t “clarify” that Mickey Rey is a sugarcane
farmer, my point simply being that Penny may simply be bored at this time
wanting to try something new and different like opening up a “one of a
kind” health spa, Ccrest not such a bad idea, especially when one can
have ready, willing and able clients such as Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. just lounging around,
preparing to become the next King of England?
And let
me tell you that Mr. JRK
is not only much better looking in person than any photo I have of him with so
much fricken charm that I refuse to allow our “Special Forces” to
grant this “one of a kind” SCAL attorney access to our beach house
when my wife is there without me unless of course their fingers are securely
wrapped around their hair-triggered weapons fully loaded on automatic fire, its
people such as yourself with your incredible good looks and so much fricken
hair with enough charm thrown in that has me at this time doing nothing short
of going ballistic, and to top it off the two of you are fricken a head and
shoulders taller than “poor midget me” which is
not tu suggest that either Mr. JRK or I or is the word me, are in the middle of
getting divorsed, which is not to suggest that Marie and Mrs. Krinsk Esq. have
not entered into some type of conspiracy that would have them dividing up the
world equally, leaving you in the “pound seats”, agree?
And you
thought I would never figure
you out, you little rascal, agree?
I am
just preparing you for what it means to go “to war” with my mother,
Zena Rosland Ash
Gevisser Zulman and with time running out,
the time 11:55AM PST with me having 35 minutes to finish this email, bath and
shave, return to the beach house to begin looking for my drivers license and
still make it for lunch with Mr. JRK at Rainwaters, I simply won’t have the time to place hyperlinks
on any of the letters contained in my mother’s “one of a
kind” name.
Familiarity
does much more than breed contempt for such poor conditioning, in my opinion,
may very possibly end up in the "jean pool" [sic]?
And if
you were to click on that previous hyperlink to the author of The Diamond
Invention you would realize how important I consider my good name, willing
to take on the likes of father's first cousin, David Gevisser, who "blew it" with
me when at a formal dinner he got a little too full of himself referring to me
as "naïve" which is probably the kindest thing these folks on this
email listing below would be thinking of me at this time.
From:
Sent: Monday, July 01, 2002 9:57 AM
To:
Subject: FW: URGENT UPDATE ON EUROPEAN UNION
PROTEST
While
responding to you I am also responding yet again to one of Ms.
Suffice to
say at this time I did not receive a response yet from Margaret Moore,
her actions though in depositing such monies with you which I would simply like
you to keep in "safe
keeping", hi Vicky “Sticky”
Schiff, speaking volumes although I would have preferred she had got better
with the program and used my cell phone that probably still has most of the 50
pounds in prepaid calls credited to my account, that once the 6 month window of
non-use "expires" has such credit "going down the tubes."
And as
the old worn out saying of my step-father,
"When I make a mistake I pay for it and when you make a
mistake you not only pay for it now but there may not be a next time to make up
4 it" [sic].
My now
casting my eyes towards a hard cover pink book titled, Penny Coelen and Yvonne Hulett on Beauty which I began paging through for the very first
time just minutes ago going of course first from right to left, the last page,
page 230,
reading exactly as follows:
When we decided to finally sit down and write
this book, our first thought was, well, what is life all about…? And we
thought of that wonderful Jewish expression – La Chaime… to life.
We thought about our own lives and how fortunate we have been and how in some
way we could share what we have learnt along the sometime rocky road of life
– a life, we believe, that you have to live to the fullest, but most
important of all – to live it as a real woman.
By now we hope that you have thought about
yourself as a real woman… the real woman you are… the woman you
expose to the world, or the woman you keep secretly guarded… but the real
woman is actually one:
who keeps on her toes, and is a woman
who lets the wind whip around
her face like the anger of a
jealous lover,
who lets her eyes be the mirror of
her soul, if it is her intention,
who keeps her voice low and lets
her laughter tinkle like a mountain
stream over the cobbles,
who lets her smile be one that
melts the hardest heart,
who when she walks, her legs are
stretched forward and she moves
with the ease of a panther, and
she is wickedly pleased when she is
slavishy copied…
Be you… be you… love being a real
woman!
I then
jumped to the beginning of the book and read for the very first time the
personal greetings to me from Penny and Yvonne both models of my mother Zena
Gevisser, Penny writing
To
With lots of love
Penny
And
Yvonne writing
To
With best wishes
Yvonne
What
most got my attention was the “sy”
greeting from Yvonne who I don’t remember as well as Penny which is not
to say that my mother cared more or for that matter less for either of these
two remarkable women who of course ate bacon and eggs for breakfast enjoying
this high “colonestral” [sic] diet as much as both my father on the
odd occasion he would indulge as a youngster and my mother on the many
occasions I would assume she “at pig” [sic] when being raised in a very
irreligious Jewish household in England, tu mention in passing my still not
quite being able to get over the day just a few years ago my eldest brother,
There
are not that many things I miss about South Africa other than the incredible
treatment I got from every one of my mother’s models from the very
beginning for some reason they understood I needed “help”,
although both my parents cared deeply for each of us 4 siblings never showing
favoritism that would engender jealously, there never once being an occasion
that I can recall where any one of us felt somewhat deprived both parents
making it patently clear none of us would ever inherit “a dime” and
now of course I want it all, since I believe I am best equipped at this time to
“leverage” every item, particularly the sentimental possessions
until Kingdom come, my reminded of this time once again of Robert Anderson a
man very few people on this planet have heard of, whose trade for lack of a
better term is “scrap metal” his artistry in twisting metal not
quite as eloquent as his way with words, an ability to discuss the ways of the
world while paying so very careful attention to a passing bird, just stopping
by to say hello.
I have
known Robert Andersen probably not as long as most of my mothers top models who
perhaps took a shining to me because even when looking serious outwardly I was
smiling from ear to ear from within only beginning talking at age 3 and only
opening my big mouth when I had something important to say, mostly watching as
both my incredible mother and father performed nothing short of miracles in
“operating” within such an incredibly dysfunctional society such as
Durban,
South Africa where the name of the game was “deception” 24/7 as in
24 hours a day 7 days a week.
Such an environment
brought out the very best and worst of people and no one, no matter how pure
their soul could escape “black hands” but it was my wanting to get
my “arms around” such “dark
matters” in December 2001 that caused my mother to have nothing short
of the biggest fit imaginable, her forgetting in her outrage how carefully she
had nurtured me from the youngest of age to be able to stand up on my own two
feet and “trade punches” with the very best, for my mother was
without a question of a doubt the smartest white person I know of to have
stepped foot on the African continent, one always though has to be
weary of Interlopers, the architect of Apartheid was not someone “born and
bred” in South Africa, but rather Hendrik Vervoed was a Dutchmen, much
like Hitler was anything but Aryan German, an Austrian to boot, all the fricken
way to Timbuktu and back again, and again we repeat the mistakes forgetting how
simple it would be paying attention to the cardinal rules, not what a fricken
Pope or Rabbi or Mullah has to say but what the very 1st Commandment
states so fricken clearly, “I am…”
Truth
being the word we all throw about haphazardly without really thinking about
what this word really means much like the word “love”, there being
less than a handful of truths pointed out to me the last time I met with Robert
Andersen after I decided to leave my mother in her “misery” her not
knowing what I was about to do next but well aware I had “stumbled
upon” some very sensitive issues that given my command of lets just call
it “numbers” I was able to “rock along” digging deep
making a whole lot of sense while others were losing their heads, my mother dashing
into the toilet not because she felt a “vowl movement” [non-sic]
coming on butt hoping as well, against all hope my step-father,
I would
like for you at this time to simply continue doing the terrific job and to
impress upon Margaret the following two words, “Take Care”.
One of
these days I hope to get the email address of a Mr. Jonathan Beare another name
only a relatively few people on this planet have even heard of and few I
suspect really know him as well as I do, although they say the only person who
knows who u really are is your spouse and G-D, and Jonathan Beare is gay,
possibly G-D, although quite honestly I doubt it, never married anyone as far
as I am aware, certainly the two of us have never done anything more than shake
hands, but we have “crossed paths” the most memorable one prior to
the last time when we met a year or so ago in Beverly Hills at one of his
family’s constant celebrations, which is really a cover for Jonathan tu
engage in international conspiracies, which u know full well by now in modern
times have been perfected by my uncle David Gevisser and my mother Zena
Gevisser on behalf of their non-Jewish clients, Jonathan when reading this may
also be thinking of a lobotomy, my having caused his heart rate to go from say
63 beats per minute to that of a humming bird, sum 1400 beats per minute and
then down to almost zero thinking that he may not in fact be the richest Jewish
person on the planet, so incredibly hard to please everyone these days, agree?
“Eespecially”
[sic]
those with deficit needs, Jonathan though I happen to know could survive with
little more than the smell of an oil rag, although the expression may be
sumwhat different, and it is not simply his ability to peel avocadoes given a
new tool I recently came across in a local supermarket, his ability to make
good conversation would always have me inviting him on to my TV Talk Show where
I would be willing to pay him a nominal stipend, which reminds me of the joke I
totally screwed up at Mr. JRK’s wedding a few years back.
“A good
marriage is a safe harbor
from the storms of life and
A bad marriage is a life full of storms for which
there is no safe harbor
I
know in life there are always storms, ups and downs highs and lows but I feel
confident that in this marriage there is a safe haven, heaven…”
[sic].
when
realizing that I had never been married and that for all I knew both
You
may know better than me as this time that the Navy SEALs
as part of their daily exercise routine protect the Krinsk’s palatial
residence in Point Loma, San Diego, address 567… while 4 fun dropping off
a whale or too tu feed their “hangeroners” who by the time JRK and
I r done with them, despite most if not everyone I have met over there being
worth I would guess no less than $10 million, the average I would say probably
around $50 million, feel only pity for either “poor
Finally,
I come back to that “bat” email my incredible mother sent me on
April 30th, 2002 some 27 days after attorney
Now
I bring up this matter involving this top attorney at the law firm of Percher Nichols and Meek Without Teeth [sic] 4 a number
of reasons the most important being the fact that in sending my mother “a
brief”, brief letter that is, you should bear in mind that the possibility exists of
their being a “conflict of interest” i.e. spreading their wealth amongst
every fricken English law firm, should she and my step-father not agree to the
following which is simply put,
“Once
we have exhausted our entire net worth in preventing our son Gary Steven
Gevisser from gaining access to the public whether it be through the print or
electronic media as we shuttle back and forth between our residences all over
the world, if upon our death, this time around, there is anything remaining,
whether it be those ever depreciating diamonds now embedded in my bosom or artwork
we have collected over the years or even the ink drawing of me in
my prime, which we do not leave to our dog,
all and I-We mean
everything else will become the property of my youngest son and his incredible
wife Marie Dion, so help us G-D”
“DnA” [sic]
just have them both sign and date it and,
Natur-ally
[non-sic] I don’t need to remind
you that such markings should be witnessed, no doubt
the senior partners of Pircher
Nichols & Meek not quite certain in terms of a number
of things including what message would it send if they were to fire
By
the way Jonathan Beare who I hope will visit Minehead shortly was the first to
call to my face that
Finally,
the week or so that I am going to be taking off is to prepare for more of my
“dog
and pony” show all geared toward my book
Manager Minute One
being one hell of a bloc-buster success, my command of “numbers”
perhaps best illustrated in this perspective drawing
by one incredible master-painter-artist
And
to Mr. Tim White an attorney representing Citicorp who refuses tu give me his
email address leaving me with little choice but to place this email on
eRaider.com’s The Buck Stops Here I say,
Sorry
about the delay. I assume that although you are only 24 years of age you could
in fact be a genius attorney having completed law school by age 14 and with 10
years of experience tucked under your belt you are probably still better
off in dealing with me than say an old fart like Melvyn “Pimp”
Weiss Esq of the 2,000 pound SCAL law firm, Milberg Weiss Bershad
Hynes and Lerach.”
The
total amount of the monies I owe on my Citicorp MasterCard
combined with all of my personal debt including sum $340,000 odd owed on my one
property in Santa Monica doesn’t constitute at this time probably more
than 1% of my net worth assuming I don’t have to liquidate assets in a
“fire
sale”.
And
with that said, I have absolutely no intention, whatsoever, of paying off at
this time any of the miniscule amount I currently owe Citicorp even if u were
to offer me a 50% discount although your first offer of 35% seemed incredibly
generous, at least to the “casual observer” you of course not
forgetting too things, one being that a “Citicorp” representative
interrupted me one evening while I was impressing upon my wife’s two kids
nothing short of the value of having a “good value system” offering
me “an offer I couldn’t refuse” my figuring that the $178 per
month charge against my MasterCard although exorbitant given my intimate
knowledge of the “risk markets” was something I just had to accept
unless of course it was some incredible joke played on me by Mr. JRK to get me
to become “unemployed” your client’s “unemployment
insurance” a way for Mr. JRK to get me from Doing Business With The Enemy,
And tu my incredible surprise
the $178 charge began appearing on my credit card statement leaving me with
little choice but to become “unemployed” and go ahead find me one
fricken person on this planet ready to hire me at my hourly rate of $300,000
per hour, moreover, how may honest businessmen and businesswomen are out there
who would gladly pay me such amount given my stellar track record of
performance, i.e. who are absolutely certain I wont uncover some “dirty laundry”
which could have me turning on them unless they agree to do the right thing and
own up, and make the necessary “best efforts” towards those who
have been wronged, this going around in circles, pointing fingers, saying one
thing one minute and then something very different the next, just biding time,
like suggesting it really wasn’t Citicorp but a third party who had sold
me the insurance blah
blah only serves to put u, your law firm and most of Citicorp that much
closer to my cross-hairs.
Second, I am continuing to work on preparing an epic
SCAL against
Citicorp Ventures Corp and one of its holding companies whose chairman of the
Board, Mr. Newell
Starks just happens to owe me personally a
whole lot more than the total monies you folks say I owe at this time which I
do not question, even though I haven’t examined one of your statements in
several years, most folks who have done business with me over the years knowing
full well not tu “short change”
The Rattlesnake, who telegraphs his-her punches, my multi-tasking capabilities
making me in many ways so well equipped tu address pretty much any issue a
“rocket scientist” like Jonathan Beare were to throw my way, my
wanting this “one of a kind” entrepreneur to think very carefully
about how right he was when he said that I needed an organization beneath me in
order to be truly effective which is why I now want Jonathan Beare to go to
work for me, Jonathan to the best of knowledge to this day never having
received something along the lines of a “salary” although he may possibly
have received an IRS form such as a W2 so as tu be “in compliance”
with the “rules of the game” that keep the likes of yoyos such as
yourself thinking stuff along the lines,
“Well,
what goes up must come down and what comes down must go up.”
A W2 form as you know can also be written like this, WII, and of course I expect Jonathan Beare to contribute heavily to the success of Manager Minute One as well as the 100 odd websites currently under construction including www. NexTraTerresTrial .com and then there is my offer tu Citicorp that in exchange for them using my concept and name www.EmandANDdog.com they will in addition to forgiving my debt which amounts to very little considering the taxable income that will
