From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2006 3:08 PM PT
To: Ron Metzker
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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 King Golden Jr. Esq. and bosom-buddy of master-spy of master-spies Roger W. Robinson would repeat to me on two separate occasions why James Baker III,

 

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, David Moshal-Gevisser Englehard, the “male heir” of American Charles Engelhard the co-inventor-conspirator of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, the mafia of mafia.

 

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 Israel two and three times a year writing reports for different publications.”

 

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 Alan Zulman without ever coming close to being told the truth about the extraordinary bond between my amazing father and his very deep undercover Jewish Underground wife who has lived in fear of not so much her life or even that of her children but only the State of Israel that has always come first ever since her father was assassinated, preparing us all for her “premature death” as she “knocked back” painkillers for her rather frequent migraines that disappeared pretty much the instant she married Alan Zulman.

 

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!

 

All the “pill popping” only surfacing once my “actressRM began talking absolute nonsense about her truly “fit as a fiddle” father dying of “cirrhosis of the liver” while at the same time only having to mention to me twice, my “clue” to know that she was “lying through her teeth”, that Albert Badash-Ash not only never drank, “not even a tot of alcohol” but to make certain I got the picture of the ridiculous picture, “until the moment he was taken to hospital he never one complained of any pain and then when they opened him up he was dead within 24 hours”.

 

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 Sidney Abelski Esq., the only child of two Holocaust survivors who I just happened to meet when visiting when one of my RM’s many lawyers spread throughout the world, to sell through wholesale diamond dealer Ernest Slotar, who had recently been “set up” by Manhattan based Codiam Inc.,  a relatively valuable diamond, part of the constantly changing collection my forever “hat changingRM kept with her constantly in the constantly changing diamond broach you see in this photo, just a couple of months before I joined the DAAC at their Codiam Inc. headquarters on 47th Street in New York City just a “hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from the Carlyle Hotel where of course every single member of the deep underground-undercover Jewish Underground knew along with the Mossad, the FBI, CIA, Secret Service, DAAC controlled United States Congress, DAAC British Crown and the such, KNEW, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that President elect John F. Kennedy was simply “going through the motions” of “paying his respects” to his DAAC benefactors American Charles Engelhard and Anglo Harry Oppenheimer as it was NO SECRET that both JFK and his DAAC prostitute wife, Jackie O were a whole lot more comfortable meeting in private with both CE and HO at CE’s Camp Chaleur retreat across the border in Quebec, Canada.

 

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”, Cliff Benn was “much more beautiful and sexy”, “sumwhat” [sic] of a resemblance between MAK and my French-Canadian wife MDG.

 

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 Allied countries were hell bent on preventing Israeli forces from furthering their advance in to the oil rich regions or so it seemed to knucklehead economists when all that Israel has ever wanted or needed KNOWING their UNLIMITED ACCESS to all types of currencies beginning with Diamond Currency was the necessary “land space” to give Israel more of a “cushion” in the next war and then the next and the next until such time as the Jews throughout the world would disappear like the 6 million during the Holocaust into “thin air”.

 

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 Albert-Badash-Ashes.

 

Moving right along on my RM’s “bizarre problem” ending:

 

 Her paternal grandmother had been an early resident of Tel Aviv only returning to England when Zena was born. The Gevissers (she married Bernie Gevisser when she was 19 after only a few months in Durban) owned land in Haifa harbour and Zichron Yscov and she rapidly felt at home in Israel.

 

Reporting on the many wars when Israel was attacked she was the first civilian in the captured area of the Sinai and in later years at her own expense twinned Durban with Eilat. In 1978 she left Durban eventually making her home in Netanya [Israel] and England.

 

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, Alan Zulman wellknown in the clothing industry having started in the early 50’s – with a partner – a company which became South African Clothing Industries – collaborated in an Anthology that published recently entitled “The Winking Cat”. The first story of the title of the book which is about Ancient Energy offers Zena’s philosophy which will overcome all of Life’s problems. “Keep Smiling”.

 

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 Cliff Benn who had just started working for my mother’s very soon to be future second husband at South African Clothing Industries, “in return” for all the “loving kindness” of the amazing Benn family including their black slaves who treated me just as well as the black slaves who helped raise me, never forgetting how very slow they would open up the curtains to let the awesome light come in to my so cozy bedroom after first so light-footed entering the room that they had me change often enough so that I wouldn’t get bored with the great décor as they nursed me back to life, initially sitting ever so gently on the side of the bed and then with their whitest of white hands gently touch my face before running their hands through my hair that was still dark and thick and repeating the same thing every day, “You have the most beautiful skin” and I would upon wakening smile and repeat back, “Black is beautiful”.

 

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 South Africa.

 

All the talking especially from the “liberal circles” made up of so many Jewish hypocrites was at best “lip service” and PERFECTLY WELL understood by the very deep underground Jewish Underground who remain, thank G-d, still very much on their feet, alive and ready to do battle with the entire heathen world, if need be.

 

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”.

 

Alan Benn, the husband of Jean Benn and father of Cliff and Lee-Anne like his business-accountant-real estate-financial engineer of financial engineer partner, my RM’s very private neighbor and personal South African accountant Gerald Hackner, could do much more than read the “writing on the wall” when a “nobody” by the name of Natie Kirsh came strolling in to town back in 1969 and paid “less than nothing” for this very well known public corporation where my paternal grandfather, Israel Issy Gevisser, owned the “control block” of shares.

 

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 Alan Benn and Gerald Hackner “sat on their hands”.

 

To the best of my knowledge Alan Benn and Jean are both alive but Gerald Hackner is dead.

 

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 David Ben Gurion who I knew were not only members of the very deep underground Jewish Underground but who could be counted on to execute the most painstaking death beginning with my DAAC uncle and to continue along until such time as each and every member of the DAAC was “given up”.

 

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.

 

All they need to ask my former attorney of some 15 odd years after asking the “baseline questions” is the following:

 

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. Michael Moshal MD who within a handful of days of me coming “under his care”, my terrific step-father Alan Zulman doing his part along with “The Hand of G-d” leading me to this son of my father’s family’s physician, identified the “problem” and put me within hours of running a series of blood tests, without any medication other than a very healthy diet and lots of sleep in the care of very caring people, black and white, on the road to the most miraculous recovery as David Moshal then went, within hours of telling me with absolute certainty that I was going to get better, so mysteriously down with lung cancer and was dead at age 45 within 10 months of sending me the letter – see “os” hyperlink above -congratulating me on playing rugby with the women’s world champion rugby team soon after I had returned to the States and was now living in California preparing to take a position with a start-up computer company in Australia – see Australian visitors visa in “au” hyperlink - which my RM had arranged but deciding at the last moment while getting travelers checks from a local San Diego bank to remain in the U.S.

 

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,

 

Gary

 

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From: Ron Metzker
Sent: Tuesday, November 28, 2006 3:05 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Cc: Ron Metzker
Subject: Re: Let me know when you are next online. Also let me know if I can reach you by phone.

 

Gary,

 

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: