From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2006 3:08 PM PT
To: Ron
Metzker
Cc: rest;
Subject: RE: JAMES BAKER III, "IS THE MOST DANGEROUS PERSON IN THE
WORLD"...---...
Ron,
Right after
dinner I fell asleep, perhaps it was the shock of hearing Dr. Laura, who prides
herself on her Jewish Orthodoxy, make the comment,
"Gambling is not amoral as long as you can
afford it"
While yet
another most magnificent day here at our Stone Home deep inside the awesome
Cleveland National Forest, the bright light continuing to emanate from the sun
some 148.8 million kilometers away, the brightest I have ever “witnessed”,
at least in this lifetime, we are all back once again doing our regular thing.
But I think
you would agree you feel a little different than what you did less than 24
hours ago and I am not talking about the natural aging of the body which now
has you thinking not only about why SAIC
General Counsel
“IS THE MOST DANGEROUS PERSON IN THE WORLD”.
Not to
mention JB III very much the “man
of hour” in Washington causing President
George W. Bush to have to reveal possibly extraordinarily damaging material
to our ongoing intelligence gathering ability in an effort to put the brakes on
“THE MOST
DANGEROUS PERSON IN THE WORLD”, a very close confidant of GWB’s father as well as “our man Roger”, wanting us to show the most
extraordinary weakness towards the Iranians by opening
up a “direct dialogue” to discuss what the Iranians already know
about our extraordinarily weak negotiating position.
Why is it
you think that at the very moment of death there is total and complete
lifelessness?
Think back
on all those you see apart from little kids simply mimicking the sadness felt
by adults, weeping at funerals.
Or just
place yourself in the shoes of yourself upon hearing of the death of someone
you have always “cared for”.
Naturally
you would know that if you did everything right by that person who has “passed
on” all you do is smile and give thanks that you were smart enough to
have never let a moment go by when you failed to let that person know not just
with words how much you cared about their friendship and for those who didn’t
do right by you all you want to do is rejoice that you had the opportunity
prior to their death to let them know in no uncertain terms exactly what you
not only thought of them but also how certain, assuming of course you had the same
level of “logic” as me, each and every person who “wrongly” crossed your
path was going to return on the next go around as I did back in 1980 with Sol “Little King” Moshal, within months
after getting my “arms around” the “war-money-making” business of the DAAC, the special interest of special
interest groups.
Not to
mention the “Little King” was the uncle of my father’s first cousin,
To mention
little once again as you reflect back on the importance of my Royal Mater, my uncle DG’s “close friend-enemy”, sending “out
of the blue” her 3-4 page LIFE STORY OF ZENA, my RM inconceivably ending with a “problem”
when for the first time EVER
declaring rather loudly,
“From
the earliest days of 1949 she visited
Zena
Gevisser
ranks up there with the most precise, literate
and articulate human beings who have ever walked the
planet.
Not to mention when she wrote THE FINGERS
OF MY HAND in December 1983 showing how much she both liked and
loved our father she was long divorced from our amazing father who has never
remarried although he would be perfect for our awesome landlady in heavily
corrupt Del Mar, and now few would argue Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman
is “happily remarried”.
But even our step-father
Naturally, there was an abundance of sleeping
pills next to her side table in her many bedrooms throughout the world as well
as “tons” of anti-depressants that could so easily get mixed up
in the chaos of hammering away at a typewriter 24/7 producing one document
after the next for publications in “nothing” newspapers like the Jewish Telegraph and the pitiful monthly Hashalom magazine for humanity deprived
Jewish congregation of Durban, South Africa,,, give me a break!
Such a storyteller is my RM who could
so easily have written in the only recording of her memoirs, again taking place
on October 9th 2001, one day after I had informed her that I
was now “in with” the mastermind financiers of the Socialist-Nazi
Democrat Party here in the United States.
Not to mention that my RM had asked me,
“out of the blue” when visiting with me in Chicago where I was living in the
suburb-town of Skokie with
And of course it was as much a coincidence as
the sun rising this morning that Jackie O would have as her escort
following the murder of all her husbands and lovers including Senator Robert
F. Kennedy none other than DAAC SIGNIFICANT informant-New
York diamond dealer Maurice Templeton.
Not to mention that while my RM was not
with her “model” Penny Coelen when Penny won the Miss
World competition back in 1958, flying in a few days later – this photo
shows my RM and Penny on the steps of the Barbizon Hotel on 63rd
and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan - my RM made it a point of
letting me know from a very young age that Miss Canada, Marilyne Anne Keddie,
“should have won” given how the mother of the wife of my South
African “best friend”,
And of course it is just another “coincidence”
that Penny Coelen, who was very much a part
of our family but not quite as much as Miss Canada’s daughter who my RM
raised as “one of her own” while Ronlyne Botha Benn’s
mother – Ronlyne’s name a combination of
her South African father Ronnie Botha and her “estranged” mother - was said to
have “abandoned” her daughter and younger brother and now living, I
believe, in the United States married to an American, “is infamous
for her incredible pistol shot”.
To mention in passing that there is this one
mouse at our Stone Cabin who while not managing to get in to the well sealed
Stone Cabin, thanks in no small measure to my so inventive wife, was hell bent last night on
keeping me awake as it darted back and forth on the roof,,, come to think of it
given the size of the pounding it was more likely a mountain lion who has noticed
all the business #2 dropping of coyotes in abundance noticing no doubt all the
birds the result of the abundant birds seed,,, that has me thinking one of
these days our Stone Cabin is going to become legitimate target practice for
the fatso, out-of-control hunters who are increasingly catching on to my
consistently pointing them in the direction of where I have been hiking making
it my business-personal to give the wildlife a “heads up”.
To mention little of the fact that I don’t
recall there ever mention of Penny being anyone’s “secretary”
which you can read about in Wikipedia, no mention ever, certainly no
complaining by my RM whose beyond-belief incredible and just like Penny
not in the least bit Jewish looking secretary of secretaries during my RM’s
“prime”, just “out of the blue” just “upped and left” for Israel where
Elizabeth soon married an Israeli officer in Israel’s permanent forces.
My RM could have easily said in her
ingeniously scripted memoirs, “Soon after marrying Bernie Gevisser on October
10th 1948, making certain he was protected at all cost from
participating as a fighter-bomber-pilot in Israel’s War of Independence, I
began visiting Israel two and three times a year…” [sic] or without
going overboard, simply, “Beginning in 1949…” but to spell out, “From the earliest days of 1949…” when in fact the most important part of the air war was very much
still “up in the air” as the DAAC
infested
Few in the world including my entire great
maternal grandmother’s immediate family who constituted the “brain trust”
of the very deep Jewish Underground having been “commanded” to
follow the 3rd Reich’s southern division in to South
Africa immediately after World War II, thought that Israel would last more than
a few hours after the DAAC corrupted United Nations granted the Jewish
people an oil deprived miniscule peace of land they could call “home” and to
keep the best of the best “in reserve” to breed very quietly
another generation of Nechie and
Moving right along on my RM’s “bizarre
problem” ending:
Her paternal
grandmother had been an early resident of Tel Aviv only returning to
Reporting on the many wars when
Much of her work carried on in various places and
although she gave up lecturing she continued with her writings to this day. Her
second husband,
Perhaps
worth mentioning for those in particular who “make nothing” of “coincidences”
that “taking care” of me in New York besides for deep undercover
Israelis was my South African “best friend’s” sister, Lee-Anne Benn
and whose amazing parents “opened up their house” for me in
Durban.
Not to
mention my RM had me introduce
Ronlyne Botha to
But I had a
lot on my mind back in 1980, some 23
years of age after coming “face to face” with the DAAC who I knew were much more than
behind the misery of the tens of millions of South Africans with color.
And yes
there were but only a handful of Lilly
White Wheaty Eating whites all
over the world who really cared for the plight of peoples of color anywhere
including the most enslaved, tortured and murdered so wonderfully colored
peoples of
I will
never forget the day my amazingly humble and so quiet father came to pick me up
at the Benns home without giving me any advance notice, not even knowing that
he was in Durban since he had moved along with my mother to Cape Town where the
two of them were “living the life of Riley” in their double flat on Clifton’s 2nd
Beach which even back then was considered one of the best if not the best spot
in all of South Africa.
And of
course it was just another “coincidence” that Lee-Anne Benn
would rent from my parents their other one-of-a-kind bachelor flat which all
you can see in this photo is the view of me looking out at
the view of the best looking girls, forget the dumb men, in South Africa apart
from the most beautiful blacks who didn’t need eve a very quiet spoken LWWE like me to remind them, “Black
is Beautiful” but I know it didn’t do any harm to let more of the best
of the best know in my own small way that they would one day soon be rewarded
for being so tolerant in putting up with such inhumanity brought about only by
the greed of so very few who made it their business to copt-corrupt all of
humanity when enslaving the most colorful peoples of the world who didn’t have
the biggest guns, the DAAC simply
perfecting humankind’s past humanity to make “race”
and the “color of skin” an issue when we know that our natural instincts
when functioning normally is to be attracted to opposites, part of the genius
of an ingenious designer.
The words,
“Come,
get dressed, brush your hair” when all combined was a first for my
father and ones I will never forget until the day I die and then “sum” [sic].
My father
never, just like my RM, needed to
remind me to brush my teeth which is amazingly all that we need to do to take
care of both our exterior looks as well as mouth that helps feed both the
stomach and the soul that livens up the eyes but “sumthing” [sic] spoiled
rotten kids fail repeatedly to do the most while so very much “into
their looks”.
When he
next said, “I want you to come with me to visit Sol Moshal who doesn’t have all
that long to live” I, who was still very weak, almost collapsed on to
the ground. Had I the energy that I have today I most likely would have “let
fly” with verbiage only my wife and my father have ever since heard
coming out of my big mouth.
Not to
mention that my amazing father knew how best to “instruct” me as he called
from the bottom of a rather long staircase in the presence of Jean Benn, the
mother of Cliff and Lee-Anne Benn who was just as shocked as me by the unexpected
presence of my father.
I followed
my father instructions “to the T”, not even saying a word on
the short ride over to the Little King’s rather large house
although all I can remember was what i thought was a steep driveway.
Not to
mention that the current head of the Nazi Lazarus clan of Durban North, Sydney
Lazarus, now owns the “Little King’s” residence, just
another “co-incidence” or better yet, what goes around comes around with a
vengeance.
The “Little
King” whose wife Gretchen was being “serviced” - a word I
picked up from my father to denote “wild sex” without any emotional
attachment - by Sidney Fobb, one of the middle management executives of The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies
so sought after by the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, asked
me just as I sat down on a relatively small but comfortable lounge chair with
two side-arms but waiting for Gretchen to first serve me a cup of tea with a
couple of crumpets,
“So what’s so great about the Yanks”.
Previously
I have described my “sending off to his grave” scene in
quite some detail but today it may take on added significance for a number of
people besides for my immediate family and both the very deep Jewish
Underground and the DAAC controlled
Feds as in Federal Bureau of INVESTIGATION who for good reason have failed to “bring
me in” to explain to them without getting a single member of the DAAC controlled United States Congress
to pass a single new law, how to shut down this mafia of mafia now very much on
their last legs but pulling out all stops to fuel civil wars throughout the
world, their focus of course is the Middle East where they have the most
influence, no different to the DAAC controlled
United States Congress hell bent on keeping our oil tyrants “towing
the line”.
But there
are in fact others in this world besides for those mentioned above including my
DAAC uncle DG who remains the “figurehead”
American head of the DAAC and they
include “privileged” friends of mine like Cliff and Lee-Anne Benn who
like me had no choice in their parents who in turn had no choice in their
parents and moreover, have only seen both their parents and grandparents in the
most “positive light”.
But only
now very recently finding out the “truth”, that which does not change.
Lee-Anne’s
parents along with my parents would have been quite happy to see us married and
producing lots of children were it not for the fact that there was never, not
once the sort of G-D-Given “sexual chemistry” that, thank G-d,
keeps the world “rocking on”, all the nonsense talk of choosing your partner
based on their “moral principals” thank G-d again, not part of the “equation”
when wanting to simply enjoy sex and when it turns out without the help of the
money grabbing Dr. Laura’s of the world that the individual only shows their “true
colors” later in life to then be smart and without consulting a lawyer
and/or a psychologist take a couple of aspirin or an aspirin substitute without
the aspirin if you are aspirin intolerant and sleep on it and when waking up in
the morning and the air is still breathable and you notice also that you and
your kids still have a heartbeat then go out and make the most of this most
wonderful world and avoid the likes of Dr. Laura like the plague.
No one I
ever grew up with heard me once ever “complain” or tell “my
side of the story” of the collapse of the Moshal Gevisser
Group of Companies for it would have
meant that I would have lived in my own “little shell” without a single
friend in the world since each and every adult member of the Durban Jewish
Community who had a “penny to their name” had the most “blackened
hands”.
While I was
not yet 13 when this most incredible debacle occurred I could while not
perfectly able to read a balance sheet understand English rather well.
Not to
mention I may have in fact at age 11 saved both my own as very probably my RM’s eyesight when we both got blinded
by chemicals blown off a ship in Durban harbor as we fished along the dock were
it not for the fact that my RM had
seen to it that I could drive by that time a stick shift motorcar and my father
when flying a single engine plane “hopping along” from one of MGs
many paid-for-in-cash real properties as well as the improvements throughout
South Africa, knew enough to both take off and land a plane in pretty much any
emergency including if the engine failed when I didn’t need to be told I would
be “In
G-d’s hands”.
Not to
mention the “consideration” paid to
the shareholders was less than what just the properties that were contained on
the books of MGs
were worth and even when soon after liquidating the entire company
and making for himself and his “nobody” partners who had “advanced”
Kirsh the worthless-fictitious monies he needed given again the fact that Kirsh
was in fact a “nobody” which OF COURSE
is why very sophisticated financial engineers like
To the best
of my knowledge
Gerald
Hackners 3 kids were also all good friends of mine and Mark Oscar Hackner in
particular a very good friend who was more responsible than anyone for getting
me through university at the not-so-crappy University of Natal South Africa for
reasons that I have explained previously rather well, at least I think.
It is not
only me, but you, and the rest of us 6.5 billion odd remaining on this planet
who are “alive and well” but there are few who would argue it is nothing
short of a miracle that all 6 members of my immediate family are alive, none of
us to the best of my knowledge “in hiding” but also my DAAC uncle DG who back in 1980 when I was
visiting with his uncle “The Little King” had to be “worried
out of his mind” in the event that I did not recover since I had left
the most extraordinary trail with individuals who I had been introduced to by
aides of
You would
know that polygraph examinations work extraordinarily well on westerners but
they fall hopelessly apart on many of the world’s other cultures who have had
to “get
by in this world” relying on their “wit and charm” and tons
of deception where it is today part of their “fabric”, knowing that it
is much more than simply an “imperfect world”.
There is
nothing right at this time, apart from very “blackened hands” that
prevents the Feds from hauling in King
Golden Jr. Esq who attended and did rather well as the University of
Virginia Law School which is where Attorney General of the United States, Robert
F. Kennedy, in charge of executing our sacrosanct Anti-Trust laws, got his
formal law school education and for the Feds knowing that I have the “goods” to
shut down the DAAC and each and
every one of their operations throughout the world in 24 hours or less without
a single bullet or one more poisoned dart being administered ANYWHERE including medical doctors just
looking to bill an insurance company for the anti-dote.
You would
have heard of the axiom so important in getting to the bottom line as in “cutting to the chase” the question of
questions;
“WHO KNEW WHAT AND WHEN DID THEY KNOW IT?”
With all
that said, what information did you have at your fingertips, and remember you
are now strapped down, not yet in a straight jacket,,, let me repeat what
Knowledge-Information, forget the light that will come next,,, let me repeat,
what information-knowledge was available to you when you informed Gary S.
Gevisser the first time, “James Baker
III is the most dangerous person in the world?”
Ron, you,
just like every one I know as well as don’t know should begin to feel real good
about yourself no matter how much you might be able to argue convincingly that
you could have done more to help implement all the solutions necessary to solve
all the problems of the world by simply waiting for Mr. Golden Jr. Esq.’s very
important answer which of course I know the answer to.
I may not
be the most eloquent writer in the world but nor am I a lawyer-liar but there
are few who would argue with the fact that I know my “stuff” and how best to
ferret out the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help each of
us, G-d.
Obviously I
recovered from that extraordinary liver infection that the best physicians in
the United States couldn’t diagnose, in fact with each doctor visit in
Manhattan I got progressively worse, bearing in mind I continued for several
months to go to work “sick as a dog” each and every day at
Codiam Inc.’s headquarters on 47th Street in the heart of the
world’s wholesale diamond-money laundering center while knowing perfectly well almost
from the instant I first met Stephen Cohen, President of Codiam Inc. which
occurred on the day I walked in to Codiam’s headquarters on my first “day
on the job” when of course there was no job to speak of other than
attempting to “blacken my hands” when having to make the choice of whether I
was going to accept as payment for my “services” a corporate check or cash
which was referred to as “Latkes”, that I had been poisoned and it wasn’t
important to find out by exactly who since I already knew but to keep acting
like I had no idea while gathering each and every moment names, phone numbers
but most of all listening to all the nonsense talk.
You might
not expect me at this time to raise once again the name Sol “Gambling Czar” Kersner
unless of course you were reading all this first from the “bottom up” and even then
I couldn’t be quite certain and besides I am having to hurry along since there
are a number of things I still have to do here at our Stone Home before heading
back to Del Mar for tonight’s Christmas party in Rancho Sante Fe,,, amazing
wouldn’t you agree that my wife Marie Dion Gevisser
is once again letting me out “in public”?
The Gambling
Czar of Gambling Czars is of course very well known to not only my RM but to everyone in the DAAC who allow him the “luxury”
of not only living but being their single most important “brick and mortar”
gambling operator.
Not to
mention yet again that my DAAC uncle
DG’s
much closer cousin’s one son, Martin Moshal, controls at least one third of all
Internet Gambling.
Every
single type of gambling is not only another way to launder monies but like the DAAC, like the DAAC controlled Federal
Reserve, no different to the DAAC controlled
United States Treasury had the “unmistakable”
right to create currency.
You
shouldn’t have to think about this for more than a picosecond to appreciate the
implications.
And so long
as relatively small time Mafiosos such as Sol
Kersner don’t go “overboard” and start funding
businesses outside of their “bread and butter” and thus “draw
attention” from the increasingly brain dead public who are ultimately “beaten
to a pulp” by the likes of Dr. Laura who look so very genuine and so
very caring, they and their children, and yes I know most of Sol Kerner’s
children, at least his 2 eldest daughters rather well, their mother having many
years ago “committed suicide”, will also live out their lives “living
the good life” without having to worry about someone like the Sperm Donor introducing their mother’s will into evidence in a totally bogus
criminal courtroom hearing as what occurred on October 24th 2002.
In the end
it was the most special man Dr.
If you have
the time I would suggest you take a look at this article titled, Poker, Dreidel, and Hannukah
authored by Robin Treistman that begins;
Judaism has always frowned on gambling.
In fact, a person who is a known gambler is disqualified from being considered
a witness. If that is the
case, how is it that once a year, children pull out a funny, little, squarish
top, engraved on 4 sides with Hebrew letters, and.... gamble?
Time to
fly,
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From:
Sent: Tuesday, November 28, 2006 3:05 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Cc:
Subject: Re: Let me know when you are next online.
I am home. You can call me on
XXX-XXX-XXXX.
Regards,
Ron
On Nov 28, 2006, at 9:30 AM,
Gary S. Gevisser wrote:
