From: Gary S.
Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: Shaim
(shaim@covetech.com)
Cc: rest
Hey Sammy, please be so kind as to email me the photo you
took at
The angle much
like “The angle of the dangle
equals the heat of the meat”
so what exactly is your beef other than when you trekked over from Egypt you
may have run into one of the tanks my
Israeli friend Peter mentioned to me the other day.
Besides for the racket caused by the
automatic garage door opener, something you probably installed without first
getting permission from our property manager to mention little of the owners
for the time being, it seemed I heard some other metal scraping metal noise
although you did good not to touch my Mini Cooper S, wouldn’t you agree.
It seems though that you would be best
served if planning on filing an insurance claim to provide all the relevant
facts perhaps letting the insurance adjuster know that the “NO
PARKING” sign you place on the garage door may not only be unenforceable
but it failed to warn you when backing up how to steer straight. May I also
suggest that you head back to
Now I am not calling you altogether dimwitted but please
bear in mind the duty of proper care and consideration when going in reverse to
mention little of my right to “quiet enjoyment.” Rather than go
backwards &
forwards, forgive me for trying to give you a lesson in Quantum Mechanics 101
perhaps it may be best for me to accelerate a way to resolve our differences,
before our particles
turn to dust.
In other words I think it is time to get this show on the
road at least moving in a forward direction that doesn’t have each one of
us looking behind to see who is trying to catch our tails, although I know full
well that you pretty much follow everything I say including why God got rid of
our tails.
Several days ago while heading up to my wife’s and my
rock cabin I was listening to the7pm news on 640AM when they talked about this
11-year-old kid who was on a rollercoaster ride in Gary Indiana who choked and
died on a piece of chewing
gum. This news piece was immediately followed by a dog commercial put out
by unclematty.com who talked about the nuisance of dogs chewing on furniture
covering such benefits as “proper & adequate” dog training
although I am not certain that was the exact phrase used to describe how to get
folks to first pick up after themselves before taking on the responsibility of
producing offspring.
One of the things I am hoping to get folks to pay attention
to besides for how what is broadcast on the news being directly impacted by
what the network marketing departments have “cooking” much like the
”soup of the day” which is what I ordered from The Bread Basket restaurant
in Alpine while on my way to Pine Valley, that instead of leashing dogs we
should place those who play it fast and loose on leashes with their victims
holding on to on the other end of the “c.oke chain”
[sic] and of course I am an advocate for more areas devoted to dogs to play
where folks like me have a field day analyzing the hot headedness of
individuals by the poor manner in which they communicate with their animals.
I am assuming you have not yet run into Ms. Kathy Murray? At
one time I thought the two of you would get on like a house on fire. You may
recall in one of my previous emails my mentioning Anne L. Miller’s
concern about the tree next door falling down on us although I don’t
believe I mentioned her concern about this place possibly catching fire. I have
though noticed you sneezing a lot lately, perhaps though it is simply the new toilet
you installed.
No doubt you have been on quite a roller coaster ride ever
since you chose to interfere in my business activities, wouldn’t you
agree. Mr. “Tell me everything?” And just like you were forced to
examine your relationship with what went wrong between you and those “hot
headed” blonde twins from
My mother is undoubtedly still rather brilliant but as you
have assuredly come to realize she is not quite on top of things as when
orchestrating the most beautiful women
in
Just to left of the photo in that
previous hyperlink was a placard above the door which read, “Through
these doors pass
We had a wonderful time meeting with Michael Sagorin who I
don’t recall seeing since he was at the most 10 years old and naturally I
would never have recognized him; tall, good looking, and knowing a whole number
of people who were but a hazy memory to me. It didn’t though take me long
to get up to speed to know that not much has really changed in the clothing
game much like what I have mentioned in my previous writings that fashion tends
to repeat itself over time, that only fabrics tend to make up for most of the
differences although no doubt the numbers games are played much the same way
they have for donkeys years.
I didn’t see anything served in beating Michael over
the head with some of the financial maneuvering that has gone on in this 3rd
largest industry in the world for ions perhaps as far back as Proclus
perhaps even Pythagoras
since Michael is now pretty much out of the business having clearly run a very
“straight shop” despite having been one of the top production top
dogs for several international brands. The truth of the matter is that the
folks who actually tasked with running production are like policemen who are
trained to simply follow orders and ask only the questions they have been
trained for and to go no further unless they choose to run the risk of getting their
heads chopped off.
Michael gave me permission to tell one rather funny story
that occurred when he was in the South African Police Force which he chose to
sign up for as part of his compulsory military training. You had basically 4
choices if you wanted to remain in good standing with the South African
authorities and not end up in jail or on the so-called “banned
list” which essentially meant you were under “house arrest”
not able to communicate with the press, just a handful of reselected
individuals, or simply dead. And of course being “banned” was
tantamount to no longer having a say which is what often comes about when folks
forget the teachings of the 1st Commandment, never to be slaves
again and of course there is the part about “G-d is 1” [sic] and
naturally there are some religious Jewish folk out there that have a problem
with a number of things I have to say including spelling the word
“God” without replacing the “o” with a
“dash”.
It is so difficult to please everyone. Some folks are pissed
off that I don’t spell enough things the right way and then I have to
contend with the “Ashes” and of course more than a handful of folks
now want me dead. Tough, wouldn’t you agree, at least wouldn’t you
agree that I should “hang tough” and of course you know it would be
tough for anyone to get a rope around my neck giving my ability to move rather
fast for a guy approaching 60, still though a good decade younger than you,
although I have actually no idea how old you are other than the fact that you
seem to have more grandchildren than my mother and father who are both closer
to 90 than they are to 60.
I tend to round things off unless I feel the need to be
rather precise and of course folks like you who don’t a “pot to
piss in” [sic] are hoping that I will make just one slip up, say one
untruthful thing, and then you can possibly sue me and then pay back all your
fukukta friends, family and offspring for supporting you all these donkey
years. Now remember, I have it in black and white that you consider me a man of
“integrity” and the only words I have ever expressed since is when
you blocked me in several days after my the right tire in my Mini Cooper S was
let down and I said words to the effect, “… Tell me golden oldy
Sammy would you be willing to take a lie detector test that you had nothing to
do with what could have possibly led to an auto wreck, taking out not only me
and my passengers but pedestrians to boot” [sic]?
There are so many signs out there for us all to slow down and
start helping one another but first though is the need it seems for more of a
reality check. Last night on PBS I caught the tail end of a program about the
Initial Public Offering [IPO] which is old news to SCALS [Shareholder Class
Action Litigators] but something the general public have to come to terms with
because if they had they would be marching hand in hand with me calling for a
suspension
of trading in public companies.
Make no mistake I could make a far more colorful
presentation than any of those yoyos I saw interviewed although the bigwigs in
this fiasco like Sanford Weil of Citicorp would be quite something to watch if
I was given the chance to throw a sidewinder or “tTOo”
[sic]. And of course he declined to be interviewed. Sadly the folks like
prosecutor Spitzer chose the easy way out and hit guys like Sanford and his out
of control top dog analyst with nothing short of slaps on the
wrist.
I tried sending out that last hyperlink last night but for
some reason my computer was plagued with all sorts of “fatal
errors” just as I hit the send button.
Knowing what buttons to press is very important for people
like myself as well as the President of the United States who has to balance
things right now ever so carefully baring in mind that most of the general
public are somewhat “brain dead.”
The best example of the human mind having short-circuited
can in fact be found amongst South Africans who in my opinion represent the
very best and worst of humanity, never to forget that in the almost 21 years I
lived in that rat hole, never once did I see a single student from Carmel
College, our Jewish Day School or one member of our Orthodox Jewish Synagogue
let alone the fukukta reformers once carrying a card neither inside nor surrounding
the grounds of both our place of worship nor at our kindergarten, junior or
high school place of learning which seemed perhaps the most effective way of
bringing a sweetheart of a guy like Michael Sagorin into a reality check.
Michael though represents the best of the best since he did
not have the luxury of a mother like mine to guide him every step of the way.
Zena Gevisser was without a doubt the most incredible gift God could have
bestowed upon me as well as of course my father and my 3 siblings.
Michael’s mother passed away when he was but six and his father a very
well respected pediatrician never remarried.
Michael though had relatives like his mother’s brother
a man I know fairly well. At least I know that Alan Magid took very careful
notes when interviewing Nelson Mandela when preparing for trial to defend a
bunch of young black men on trial for treason against the Apartheid Nazi
regime. I happen to be in possession of a copy of that transcript along with a card given to
advocate Magid by the gentlemen who I believe were ultimately found guilty
although I could be wrong and today those very same gentlemen are out hustling
for business deals on behalf of people like Jonathan Beare who most would agree
is a rather intelligent individual acting much like a Mafia Don although
Jonathan I know is not in to breaking people’s legs. I happen to love
Jonathan Beare but I not only love his favorite nephew Derrick Beare I happen
to like Derrick very much.
So back to this story about how Michael Sagorin demonstrated
how his formal education interfered with his learning. While on patrol one
night he came across a black kid who was trying to hide a motor cycle helmet
under his jacket. After arresting and cuffing the lad Michael then went to the
front door of the house where the motorcycle was parked in front. Apparently he
didn’t recognize that the person opening the door was on the
“banned list” and was in no mood to press charges against the black
kid and told Michael that the motorcycle had no value insisting that he was not
wanting to go along with any charges being filed against the kid who probably
was just looking for possibly one meal ticket in return for fencing off the
helmet.
Michael though proceeded to read this gentleman the
“riot act” for the offence was a criminal offense and this
“yoyo” had no say when it came to matters of “right and
wrong” under the laws granted Michael by the State. This
“yoyo’s” last name was Baskin, no relation I know of to Robin,
Howard Stern’s right hand lieutenant, and besides the Baskin boys were as
white as most Jewish people I know who converted to Judaism some several
hundred years ago.
Now to be clear Michael never spoke in any way deregulatory
about any of the parties in fact throughout the 5 hours we were together I
never once heard him say anything distasteful about anyone complimenting Marie
on her buffet style Mexican dinner that had to be the lamest meal I have ever
seen her prepare in the 9+ years I have known this treasure of a woman. And of
course Michael was the perfect gentleman as he consumed some of our very best
wine like there was no tomorrow. However by the time he was done I had got more
than my monies worth.
I calculated that what he ate amounted to no more than say
$1.25 of ingredients and even if he say consumed the bulk of the two bottles of
wine, one had already been opened, at the most my cost would have been another
$3.75 given the incredible discount I got on this fukukta French bottle of
wine. I only realized after I bought the umpteen bottles that the wine was
produced in
Does any of this ring a bell or sound fishy?
Let me help you a little refresh your memory. A year ago
today, almost to the exact minute you sent out your “sound fishy”
email and included in that
Yes Mr. Sammy Haim, I rarely lose track of anything
important certainly not time, nothing like having prescient
timing
, wouldn’t you agree?
I have been having quite a bit of difficulty with my laptop
computer these days causing me to slow down the pace of my typing. The time
right now on my computer clock is
Which makes me laugh a little should Jeffrey Krinsk read
about my having spent anything like “5 hours” debriefing anyone.
Jeffrey knows that to sit down with me for 3 minutes is tantamount to the
essence of what most people get out being with someone a lifetime. When I met
with Jeffrey this past Wednesday he was into the next 24 hours of celebrating
his 7 year anniversary since first meeting the woman of his dreams, commonly
known as Campbell Soups which would make their formation of their union going
back to May 6th 1996 about the time that Martha Stewart joined the
board of Revlon Corporation, something the journalist and author Christopher
Byron seemed to forget when first penning his comments about Martha Stewarts
Multimedia company’s IPO, now a defendant in a rather earth shattering
shareholder class action lawsuit but not quite as earth shattering as the
irrefutable evidence that will soon form the substance of a complaint that will
undoubtedly have “HO Chi Min Davis” at a minimum resigning from office
and more than a handful of folks behind bars and of course you can count on
being deposed Mr. Sammy Haim since at a minimum you will attest to my
“integrity” wouldn’t you agree?
Jeffrey Krinsk is right now supposedly on a plane heading
back from
So to finish off quickly on Michael’s story about his
fastidiousness in carrying out his mandate to a T. Charges were eventually
brought against the kid who stole the helmet and he was found guilty and
Michael suspects sent to prison because he wouldn’t have been able to
afford the fine. The “banned” Baskin kid was subpoenaed to attend
the trial but despite him telling the judge that he placed no value on the
helmet for obvious reasons his word didn’t count.
There was just one other family in our community who I
recall as being as outspoken as the Baskin kids and they were the Schmarmans
and I have no doubt that I have misspelled this rather courageous
family’s last. It turns out that Michael ended up marrying his own
sister’s best friend whose brother is Jeremy Schmarman who I understand
is one of the most renowned neurologists in the world. The Schmarmans and the
Baskins were very close families and when Michael Sagorin met Jeremy Schmarman
for the first time some ten years after this “helmet incident”
Jeremy apparently said, “So you were the guy…”
So you can see how I got my money’s worth and then
some bearing always in mind the impact to even good white people with
over-rapacious parents or grandparents or with a too busy father or relatives
caught up in their own bullshit let alone the importance of having a great
mother to guide you.
My mother was quite brilliant at organizing things
surrounding herself with the very best and brightest including the
professionals, lawyers and accountants although what Zena Gevisser never seemed
to forget these boys and girls had yet to learn.
As we age our command of things tends though to drift and
why it is so important to make certain when journeying through life that one
makes as certain as one be to surround oneself with truthful friends, that
family, blood lines, are as thick as experience, wouldn’t you agree,
never ever to make anyone God forbid a co-dependant, wouldn’t you
certainly agree?
Although, to my knowledge, you have yet to meet my mom let
me assure you that she is as presentable today in many respects as when she and
I back in the winter-spring of 1979 dined at the home of the president of the
Illinois Bar Association, an African American gentleman who happened to live in
Gary Indiana after she gave quite speech to more than a handful of attorneys
that resulted in my being offered for the second time since I came to the
United States on March 17th 1978 a position with a prestigious law
firm even though I had no intentions of ever going to Law School.
Now of course I have thought on the odd occasion of doing
exactly that as a way to pass time but just like I never pass the buck
inevitably I choose to shoot my own arrows rather than have an attorney who is
subjected to all sorts of conflicts run interference as he-she is constantly at
war first with themselves, burdened with not letting their formal education
interfere with their learning to mention little about their more visible
conflicts of interests including the added weight they carry on their shoulders
as they go to war on behalf of clients who they wouldn’t trust with a 100
ft pole.
You would have loved to have been a fly on the wall as Doug
Royer and I ate fish and chips a week ago today. Few would argue that
Seltzer Kaplan blah blah blah
are one of the very best white shoe law firms if not in the country certainly
the first city north of the Mexican border down by Tijuana.
We were though pretty much all the time out in the open
walking several blocks that allowed Doug to get in his daily exercise and for
me and Pypeetoe to take a leisurely stroll, holding my breath as much as I
could due to the traffic congestion in downtown San Diego which I think you
would agree is in fact the first city on the map north of Tijuana one of your
favorite hang out spots, at least that was something you seemed to infer.
When I met with Jeffrey for lunch I was wearing a sweater that
had two of Marie’s hand made flies looking like they were coasting around
which got a lot of attention although I Barbara Wapnick nor her friends
commented, at least not to my face, never to forget those fukukta wine coasters
you once gave me. So tell me how the rental of my pewter candelabra is going
these days?
You should read last weeks column by the Willis brothers who
have in my opinion decided to declare full out war on Del Mar’s city
officials who have been playing it fast and loose while thinking their shit
doest stink handing what amounts to a $5 head tax to those who want to learn
the right and safe way how surf each time they go out on a board. Ugh is all I
can say although I would like to hear back from the Willis brothers on a number
of things I presented in my last email to them and they could also add to some
of their answers why they weren’t able to rally support from all the
folks on their email who undoubtedly would have attended the city council
session. Certainly they could have counted on me to lend support.
If you are nothing more than a mouthpiece after the fact you
might as well play as Marie would say “possum.”
Now my beef with you is not all that different to the things
I have described above but what is for certain is that the two of us can no
longer live in the same household to mention little once again of the noisy
automatic garage door opener you installed without I am all but certain first
getting permission from our property manager to mention little of it now
interfering with the “quite enjoyment” I am entitled to under the
law. And of course I now I am repeating myself. Again I am trying to help
reconnect your bad wiring given my “above average” ability to
connect the dots, wouldn’t you agree?
With that said I believe the best way to resolve matters is
for the two of us to meet at our property managers garage where we can air our
differences without imposing too much on Greg. Isn’t it quite amazing to
think that of all the businesses that have been started out of garages here in
Del Mar only Greg has managed to survive and prosper, and so it is fitting
wouldn’t you agree that GrubbyGrub, GrubbyGarb, GirlieGarbage and
GirlieGarb.com emerge from a spot commonly known around the town as The Tree
House with The Cave one of its converted garages, stain label to boot?
My thinking is that the most time you would need to shoot
the breeze as you go about listing your grievances will be no more than 3
minutes assuming you can hold your tongue along with your breath for all of two
and a half minutes sparing any of us of the need to fart to counterbalance your
nonsense whereas the most it will take for me to make my case as well as offer
an overall remedy is no more than the same 30 seconds and you have my word that
I won’t raise my voice although I cannot talk for either Marie or
Pypeetoe who might decide to tag along.
And of course you will remember your words of how
trustworthy an individual I am and just like Judge Hendrix back on October 24th
of last year you too would have no reason to doubt neither Marie’s word
nor her memory of rather important events.
You know by now that Marie recently received an offer from a
prospective buyer of her home that meets the minimum she wanted several weeks
ago. Copied on this E-mail is Mr. Bill Bonning who you may contact to confirm
such an offer. Although I am married to this rather remarkable lady I can only
suggest to her what she does with this particular asset which is not the case with
any of the websites two now placed in her own name, at least I used her credit
card mine somehow disappearing at the right time, wouldn’t you agree
although you really don’t have the foggiest clue about my finances do you
despite shooting your mouth off to my programmers mother that I was
“going broke.”
Nor for that matter should you bring up the value to us of
your trash which in the event we don’t prevail in taking over the top
section of The Tree House will be as much my property as others joining our
“chew chew train” as we unravel what I
think is quite a smart franchise concept, wouldn’t you agree Mr.
“Grab hold of other people’s ideas” [sic].
A bidding war is not what I think you can afford although I
would engage in such an activity if for no other reason than to increase the
sales of my best seller, Manager Minute One. Do you think Howard Stern would
have me on his show if I were able to convince Marie to tag along to mention
little of the one outfit she designed from the remnants of Danielle’s
denim jeans that has her fitting in to jeans looking as good as anyone 13 year
old kid.
I didn’t take Mr. Krinsk to work out which way to
place the straps colored in red, white and blue. Now if you get your shit
together before
Now I kid you not about anything butt nor should I assume
that your nephew hasn’t in fact cashed out of the public company he
founded as I thought I heard him suggest when we last met at Starbucks and is
now cash loaded and of course I would still like to know the symbol of that
company that I assume has helped you “tTOo”
[sic] make ends meet.
After touch rugby this past Sunday morning I went over to
Greg to find out what time would work for him this coming week and we
tentatively agreed to
I will check later with Greg today and see about
rescheduling say for next Monday. I am planning lunch with my programmer Adam
Tucker and of course I could bring Adam around to Greg’s place to confirm
at least what he understood you told his mother about me going broke. And of
course if necessary we bring his mother in as well, you will remember that she
managed to stay out of your clutches.
Please don’t, however, ignore this request to put
matters to bed nor for that matter is there a need to go to the mattresses
because I will continue to copy in the FBI at this time ever conscious of our
tax dollars being put to good use. Now when I travel I have the comfort of
knowing that there is additional security around Marie and the kids but of
course you know that I believe the best insurance policy for the main event
which is the life hereafter is having not only a profound belief in God but
doing the right thing with each step we take, with each word we utter, willing
to first place our thoughts down on paper otherwise to toss them along with the
spent chewing gum into the wastepaper basket and to make amends the instant we
make a "faux paul" [sic]. Each to his or
her own unless they are negatively impacting those around them, children to be
protected at all cost.
Now of course you know I cannot end this email on the love
note since there is simply no trust let alone respect toward you.
My next email to a lady involved with foster care should
interest both you and your buddy Mark. Despite the passage of time you no doubt
remember the first time how the four of us all got together for my
finger-licking home cooked chicken where you went about explaining to Marie and
I as you sucked on the strands of chicken as only an oversexed monkey would
behave to mention little of my not remembering whether I washed my hands after
coming out of the bathroom to mention just in passing why Mark was so late
getting back from his stepfather’s liquor store up in Los Angeles and
from what I recall he was still being paid by the State of California as a
foster parent to administer kids such as that one14 year old girl in a
“safe and caring environment”, would you dare to recall any
differently as well as to the events that resulted in buddy Mark collecting
some $40K on an insurance claim that had “the culprit” taking scissors
to his ties and whathaveyou?
Your “love hate” setup with
Mark who somehow always manages to land back on his feet, his good looks, gift of
the gab, insurance claim proceeds to boot, are nothing but fodder, i.e.
mincemeat for you too guessed right, Manager Minute One and wouldn’t you
also agree that for folks poorly conditioned as kids, repetition is a necessary
evil or good, depending one’s perspective?
CU
