Sean – the email I sent about 90 minutes ago to Devin Standard before taking a quick nap spells out a number of things, first and foremost it is to make Devin aware of how seriously I consider the “missteps” taken by Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. who many of my dear friends would feel saddened by my having lost what appear to be a “good friend” yet I feel exhilarated by it all?

How nuts can I be?

How fricken nuts could Mr. JRK be to take me for a fool?

Do my ugly-duck looks suggest that I should accept being packaged as “chicken soup” in a box, when my “training” is all about thinking “outside of the box” without really wanting to box anyone given my midget fricken proportions?

On the other hand how much more of an ugly duckling can I become, time relative, a new world order is appearing and trust me it ant going to be found in any fricken church, synagogue, mosque, and I know the judge will not want to hear my take on “Cuing Theory” [sic]?

And don’t get me started on the public school system, I have this meeting scheduled here in Del Mar for 9am and I will be there come hell or high water and G-d help the receiver

anyone placed in charge of my “one of a kind” property, although I think if in fact the judge lets u talk u might suggest he-she consider putting JRK full on in charge?

Because what else exactly is he going to do with his time other than very possibly kibbitz with those folks either on my “delete list” or the folks so petrified of asking me to delete them from my list they have now resorted to asking the folks from register.com that handle my emails to simply shut me down, and to them I say, “come on down you chicken shits”, agree?

Much like as we discussed at dinner tonight someone renting a car from Enterprise and while driving along minding his-her own business, lets just call her my wife Marie, and she notices a handful of drivers constantly going back and forth through one particular red light, district 6 in Capetown South Africa comes to mind and while simply doing her resident-alien duty, Marie still retaining her Canadian passport, gets her unattended car sideswiped by one of these hooligans and then when she starts taking names and kicking butt the rest of the weasels scurry on down to the local Enterprise shop file some sort of “false and misleading” complaint surely signed “under penalty of perjury” and while checking to c that her head is still attached to her incredible shoulders, feeling herself all over, drawing this amazing crowd, a masterpiece in the making, the Enterprise tow truck comes along zips out a chain and in a matter of too toos Marie the good Samaritan trying to protect the property, life and limbs of human beings, is suddenly out in the cold, the flipside of course, other I should mention that the chain sumhow attaches itself to her flimsy underwear leaving her totally naked, is the fact that Marie never bothered to check to see whether these drivers were nextraterrestrials just “gassing up”, the price of gasoline in Santa Monica no doubt lower than it is here in del mar, part of not a world wide conspiracy but rather a universal conspiracy brought about by the French Conglomerate Vivendi trying to do the right thing which was to cull the human population, you no doubt have heard the English expression, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions?”

I chose Marie for example purposes only since she is out of the country and the worst that can happen is that she is never allowed back in and she applies for a Canadian passport for me and just when it comes through she and I hang on down to Family Court attach a dumpster to the back of her SUV present the evidence of “malfeasance” against her former husband the Sperm Donor who may like Ms. Murry be just thinking about finally getting a “hard on” at this time but what he is witnessing happening to JRK will eventually have declared “full-on” not “hard-on” insane bearing in mind nothing has changed in the past 24-48 hours other than the fact that those of us more fully in the know who can read through my “cryptic” notes to JRK know perfectly well now what has delayed the Manager Minute One train from moving progressively forward.

I first and foremost always place my trust, not in G-D, alone, but in the spirit he-she planted within me beginning with my brain, and from there only good comes, period.

Negatives stick together, when last did u c too apples join up just before they plunged to earth. Enuf physics!

But I am all alone, the time 12:58AM PST what else do I have to think about?

The kids are sound asleep, happy as can be, lots of singing tonight in the house, the kids really like our Canadian friend Bryan who just started reading some of my missives and not all that incredibly gets it crystal clear, then again he does benefit from the hearing the occasional telephone call where as u know I can be stiletto like.

Love my G-D, fearful of no one but disappointing him-her, nothing to fear from him-her if always standing tall, always moving, never simply taking up space, an idle mind rocks gently going fricken nowhere, so just make careful notes of what goes on even if u r not given an opportunity to comment on how incredibly good looking Mr. Ludwig is, my understanding from his paralegal assistant is that he is not a quadriplegic, may in fact be just from the sparkle in her voice having the most wild love affair with what could be one most incredible hunk of a man to have been gifted by an Almighty G-D, Mr. Mitchell Ludwig Esq. doing his Pilates without me even having to lift a finger, yet.

So, why don’t each and every one of us those copied and blind copied give this incredible specimen whose assistant I assume is not one of those people outsourced say in India, yet, yet incredibly,

Seems

To me

That this truly wonderful lady just doing her level best in this “God eat God” [sic] world had not heard of the California Coastal Commission and these folks are being tasked with finding someone to care 4 my property that has been declared “underwater” by exactly what moron, and so lets give Mr. Ludwig a hearty round of applause.

And then I c no reason in the world to now all point our fingers toward Mr. JRK, agree?

My thinking mostly at this time in terms of exactly how, when and why did this “one of kind” very very bright JRK attorney became so good at covering up his wickedness?

Bear in mind that what I am tasking you with is to simply get the judge in this hearing to give a “stay” of a week in order for me to readjust things a little given what amounts to very little maneuvering on my part, the appearance that my world just went “upside down” quite illusionary, by virtue of the fact that I never lie, steal or cheat, my ability to stay focused on the end game, balance everything, which is essentially always trying to the right thing living each day as tho it were my last something I have done essentially a lifetime that now has me as the English would say “in the pound seats.”

And yes there are few if any who can match my track record of accomplishments without anyone being able to say,

“Well, somewhere he must have struck it rich only by filthying his hands”

And they would be right from one perspective just shake my hand, then again I have all sorts of scars and marks everywhere, i.e. who is to say I am not an alien?

I haven’t though to be the best of my knowledge led a life of “toiling the soil” which means that I have simply been me, trying to be no one else but me, staying true to my “divine spirit” never once going with the crowd but with my inner feelings always, always, always giving it my best shot.

And when I am “all spent” I just move on and along the way I have made it my business to impart my knowledge without ever being a “show off”, until now, doing my best to never be arrogant, despite having a few gifts, along with my weaknesses, my having sensed tho the need to “shake things up a little.”

Again staying true to the thing most of us are gifted with at birth, a conscience, following the principles not of people who feel the need to cloth themselves in linen underwear, making out like they are princes while we know us guys have this thing about checking to c that our crown jewels are safe and sound and tucked just right?

Us guys so single minded, so easy to work out while the gals simply tolerate us?

By keeping things simple but not stupid I eventually get around to ferreting out the truth, which is my G-D, my loyalty only to G-D, not to man, and Mr. JRK should simply have called Mr. Ludwag from WAMU and told him,

“Hey this was one big joke, Mr. Gevisser was getting frustrated with me and found a cute way to get his “smoking gun evidence” of big time corruption into the public record by this “sling-shot” approach because of the simple fact that I have been hamstringing him 4 the past 5 odd years thinking that given his command of numbers I would wake up one day and he would appoint me King of England.

And then I could live in Buckingham place with all my little pig friends and live happily ever after, and so I kept dreaming until it finally dawned on me that I could not count on this Act of G-D from Mr. Gevisser.

Because I finally worked he is anything but G-D.

Actually he is a fricken pain in my anus.

And don’t let me even begin to tell you what my wife thinks of his wife.

Even though Campbell Soup who goes by the name Marcie something or other when being lead plaintiffs in class action complaints against companies like Verizon had never even had more than a few passing comments to say to Mr. Gevisser’s rather infectious, beautiful wife whose charm and elegance to mention little of her quit wit are enough for me and my pals to collapse into a heap of tears, just the thought of what Mr. Gevisser wakes up to each and every morning a smile to die for, no morning breath, blah blah and blah 4 good measure.

Well maybe there is something to be said about simply staying clean, beginning with good dental hygiene, and the list will be included I know in Mr. Gevisser’s book Manager Minute One which is something I happen to agree with his mother should, no, strike that, must not, no strike that, will, over my dead body be published.

Us sic Jewish people need to stick together the likes of Mr. Gevisser questioning authority although very Jewish in terms of his outlook make our prospects a fricken nightmare.

And besides what say did I have in this stuff about us being the chosen race, I like the rest of the imbeciles in this world subscribe to the horses for courses routine that have the masses feeling ever so fortunate to be afforded any seat in our ballpark, agree?

I am beginning to feel a nose bleed coming so let me finish this point quick, no I am giving up on finding plaintiffs, Mr. Gevisser with this Citicorp complaint has now blown my cover since he not only has the most incredible goods on the top dogs of Citicorp he also has the plaintiff, his fricken wife.

And yes I do on occasion feel it is my duty and honor and vow and blah and blah and there is some spirit within me saying that I am a big prick and so in all candor, I know how much this disappointments Mr. Gevisser who had a deal with me in terms of quid pro quo as in “you scratch my back and “I will kick your tochas”, my getting Mr. Gevisser so so trusting to begin by agreeing to hold off on going after Citicorp which will blow up once and for all our gravy train, the need for there to be a certain level of chaos in the markets in order to get the chimps to come down to the watering holes to feed once in a while, take away the casino mentality and what u have is a meltdown of epic proportions, my asking for GG to wait until may 2004 was as you would guess very typical in terms of always asking for more and being willing to settle for less but Mr. Gevisser caught me by surprise when he said “okay”, point being I took care of my business now he can go “fcuk” [sic] himself.

Sean, the half hour nap wasn’t obviously enuf, but that last hyperlink along with this hyperlink may convince the judge that I am someone perhaps worth betting on, that when I say “I give you my word”, I mean it.

Goodnight.

Gary