From: Gary S.
Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Tuesday, March 04, 2003 9:47
AM
To: 'ilerner@covetech.com'
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: THE
MEEK WITH TEETH
SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Ian, I think you can understand that even
a completely “brainne dead”
[sic] individual could get all worked up when they are just two minutes away
from the possibility of being placed in handcuffs, hit with a $1,000 fine plus
6 months in jail while having your 79+ year old father standing next to you
carrying a binder that contains the original documents that support the
irrefutable evidence of political corruption at the highest levels of the
Democratic party+++.
You have to also appreciate that my Dad
thought the worst that he would be exposed to in visiting a bunch of Del
Martians would be the elements of nature as his youngest son picked him up at
the Solana train
station on his Dukati
hoping that the pig valve he recently had installed in Africa would hold up to
the twists and turns as we headed up to Stonehenge II.
My Dad’s tiny carry on case was the
perfect example of the “suitcase wondering Jew.” Last night I was
told by “our” 10-year-old that I was getting a “little
carried away.” Jonathan Stewart, however, has no idea of what I have
really had to endure these past several months. However, not in his wildest
dreams would my Dad have expected to head at break neck speed to downtown San
Diego eventually walking through the hallways of power where firms like Milberg
Weiss and Finkelstein and Krinsk have the bird’s eye view of the sparrows
lucky enough to pick up their crumbs albeit my pointing out to my Dad all the
different bail bondsmen in the area to choose from in the event the bail money
required was more than the quarters I had saved sitting in the back of my Mini
Cooper S.
I advised him though to leave the 100 oz
silver bar in the car that was parked in a local parking lot and if he got
tired of walking around to just kick back and listen to Kebo CD where one of
the songs talks about getting rid of the parking lots, billboard signs to boot.
I had purchased the silver bar back in early 1978 as a reminder of my first job
in this country when I was given the “awesum” [sic] task of keeping
tabs of Joseph Seigal’s commodity trades including his favorites, pork
bellies. A friend of mine who I lived and worked with when I first arrived
in Chicago on St. Patrick’s’ day and whose quarterly “sweeping” checks
help provide the necessary funding required for my pet projects had a sister
who was one of my closest friends growing up in South Africa. Marilyn Silver
has now passed away but is not forgotten.
While recuperating in South Africa my
father was blessed with having great friends and family including a cousin of
mine Jonny Gevisser who made sure he didn’t languish in bed; most of all
my father received his regularly emails from my sister who besides for visiting
with him from Australia kept reminding him that it was better he check out
altogether while playing golf then to be found in some fukukta bed like Albert
Einstein reading some painful best seller like Manager
Minute One which should hit the bookstands in short order. My dad only
recently found out that he is in fact dyslexic and managed to
get by simply relying on his memory but of course my Dad has his charm, good looks
and still a very good sense of humor to mention how good he still is in keeping
track of time,
reminding me not to get distracted by all the beautiful women parading in high
heels.
And of course you couldn’t be a
complete idiot to have become a fighter-bomber-pilot at
age 20 and within months knocking the crap out of the Nazis by hitting them
where it hurt most, i.e. their railway lines, flying “second tTOo”
the likes of Syd Cohen one of the founders of the Israeli Air Force. Quite
something, wouldn’t you agree that the man who turned out to be my
father’s greatest friend would be the son of a gentleman who may have
supplied produce to the concentration camps?
Not only did my Dad’s pig skin
valve hold out but the 5 bypasses that were also performed on him back in August of last
year held pretty well together perhaps though just by a hair. The scene,
however, in courtroom 1 was anything but a day in the park which is what my
Dad’s operation would appear to most. In no time at all he was back on
his feet and right now is off with the dogs who are move than a mouthful.
So if I am a little late for our meeting this morning, hopefully you
wont’ mind clicking your heels just a short while especially if I can
possibly help you and your company conquer Asia Minor.
It was in fact quite scary especially when
one looked closely at the rather hairy characters that appear in what has to be
the lowest of low life settings far different than anything one sees on Court
TV. What these folks do have though going for them, despite being more than
simply out on their “luk”
[sic] without any possibility of getting out of debt lucky if they escape a
jail sentencing, is their pride.
Just before the Judge entered the
courtroom, the bailiff asked people to remove their hats and the Black Lady
sitting behind me who was somewhat uncomfortable with the request ever so
politely asked if she could leave the courtroom to fix up her hair returning
nearly 15 minutes later looking not that much better although I never saw what
she really looked like to begin with but at least she had a smile on her face
Fortunately or unfortunately depending
upon how one looks at things as in
The earth” [sic].
Shall
Inherit
With teeth
The Meek”
Dr. Stewart and his attorney Mr. George
Hurst didn’t show up but once again Mr. Ashworth who arrived in the nick
of time was absolutely brilliant.
He shone like never before. No other
defense attorney looked anywhere near as “shark” [sic] to mention
little of his eloquence. Come to think of it though, of the more than 100
defendants like myself, there was no other attorney present. The public
defenders seemed, however, quite sparky but none of them quite had the
sharpness of the prosecutors.
I could so easily go far left a field
given all the different agendas I have going at this time including the need to
respond to Mr. JW August the managing
editor of the ABC Network affiliate here in San Diego whose telephone message
continues to reverberate in my ear nothing quite like what is in store for Dr.
Stewart assuming of course he can find an attorney on this planet who is
willing to go “toe 4 toe” with
the likes of Mr. Ashworth who has been a little under the weather
lately but who by the time the proceedings were over looked like he was ready
to compete in our Iron Man competition.
James was most appreciative of my having
got him out of bed and of course he would pay very little attention to the
messages I left on his law firm’s answering machine that could have his
mother who is retired, who prior was perhaps the most expensive child custody
attorney in San Diego, thinking that both she and her husband who is a judge
might have to go back to work in order to fend off me.
Kathryn Ashworth retired on January 1st
2003 and the last communication she and I had was when I last visited this
awesome family’s law offices was with her reprimanding me with,
“Gary this is a law office, not sum dog and horse
show” [sic]. I have known Kathryn Ashworth since she was a kid and of
course I am not going to give out her age but if there is an attorney in the
world who comes out of law school looking as good as James Ashworth’s
mother who I assume is simply being put out to stud, I would like to meet that
woman.
In the space of a few hours we will also
be launching grubbygrub.com beginning with a line of “stained” tee-shirts
compliments of the brain storming session that took place over coffee this
morning.
With that said, I am including on this
email a host of different characters who know a thing or two about the
schmutter business and my hope is that they will get back to me with some bids
of quantities ranging from 5,000 to 5 million t-shirts, naturally of the
highest quality. I am naturally not all that concerned about folks stealing our
ideas because by now most are aware of our ability to produce cartoon characters
of anyone who plays it fast and loose. Better they simply agree to a licensing
deal with www.nextraterrestrial.com
than think they can hind behind some corporate veil.
Again, no threats other than to get folks
thinking more in terms of a win-win.
My Dad has just returned none the worse
and later this afternoon we will head up for a spin on the Dukati. My Dad, by
the way, no longer thinks I am kidding whatever it is that I say.
Hang Ten!
Gary
-----Original Message-----
From: Ian Lerner
[mailto:ilerner@covetech.com]
Sent: Monday, March 03, 2003 3:28
PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE: THE MEEK WITH TEETH
SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Gary, I think you are
getting worked up over nothing. Let get together Tueday 9:45am at StarBucks at
Sorrento Vally next to Staples. I will continue to look for the copy of the
slip tonight. I remember making a copy but I'm not sure where it is. Now that
you will get what you want from me, I have a request from you. Are you in a
position to help me with a minor request?
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Monday, March 03, 2003 12:28
PM
To: ilerner@covetech.com
Cc: Jeff; Devin
Standard; Joe
Grundfest; Kimberly
Hunt; Kimberly
Hunt; Shaim
Subject: RE: THE MEEK WITH TEETH
SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Ian, by now I would have expected
you to be fully up to speed on what gets my beef
that has me now turning up the heat, perhaps much the same way as
Pythagoras’ right angle triangle theorem scared the ruling elite that in
layman terms computes to, “The angle of the
dangle equals the heat of the meet” [sic].
Different and the Digital Age apart from the first
scientist who was the first to take superstition and mysticism out of the
equation that those in power used since time in memorial to control the masses,
I don’t plan on disappearing into some type of cloud but plan to hang
around to hopefully enjoy the coming revolution that will have the masses
deciding in unison to take a stand that will bring about change without us
having to endure a repetition of the previous mistakes when left wing
revolutionaries came blasting through doing things no different to their right
wing bloodbrothers. It’s great though to have my Dad at my side and Mr.
Jim Ashworth on his way over to 220 W. Broadway in downtown San Diego.
So why not drop on by and give us a
cheer and perhaps drop by KUSI and pick up Ms. Hunt and let her know though
that Pypeetoe
is holding fort at home without of course that Avenger Pitching Wedge still in
the possession of Mr. Roger “Headgecoke”
[sic]?I only threaten people with exposing the truth. When I make a mistake I
pay for it, i.e. buying your car without first having it checked out, butT when others make
a mistake, moreover give me the runaround they should be made to pay in one
form or another, wouldn’t you agree?
Moreover, I have given you pretty
good suggestions in addressing shortcomings within your own public company that
I assume you took to heart and took the appropriate action especially given my
track record that talks “lewd” [sic] & clear to my
success in helping folks who listen well to respond to fast balls thrown at or
near head, i.e. God gave us two ears and one mouth that we should listen twice
as hard as we speak and for those with poor hearing to watch out, worse yet
those with selective hearing to understand perfectly clear what is meant by a
knuckleball.
I’m also assuming you found
the time to read the headlines in this
Saturday’s San Diego Union Tribune where Bruce “Hot Water Head”
Bigelow who found the time in his very busy schedule to visit with me at
Stonehenge II
going after what is nothing more than the smallest of tempests in a tea pot
while the entire union of the lower basin States within the United States of
America is cracking at the seams and when that baby breaks wind all of us
better be on high ground, Perfect Storm III
just around the corner.
Many of us, it seems, think that the
world revolves around each of our little worlds, going around in circles, no
doubt the rapacious circling the wagons, creating a screen of sorts to insulate
themselves from an epic outburst, Quantum Mechanics, our
saving grace. God forbid, though, one of our bigger dams were to break, nothing
to do with any terrorist attack but simply the build up of “s..t”
and perhaps why we can tolerate our own shit stinking while others like your
uncle Sammy shit more
than a basket full of beans.
As soon as we begin to believe that
our intelligence is all of our making, listening to folks who have sweet
talking answering machines like Sammy’s
that say, “…Tell me everything” or “We are out solving
the problems of the world…” then it is no wonder we cannot find the
time to do simple things like, “Do unto thy neighbor…” i.e.
KISS…
When you find a break in your full
schedule to take a deep breath of air, coming to grips with the fact that in
the same amount of time it took for you to type the 22 words below you could
have put your John Hancock on the “Transfer of Title With Duplicate
Title”, you might also get to enjoy a breath of fresh air as the deep freeze sets in. If in fact the
vehicle is registered in my name then all is forgiven, wouldn’t you
agree?
I assume you have finally got to the
point where you don’t seek outside counsel, different and apart from Sammy who has a
habit of leading folks astray. My patience is wearing very thin right now to
mention little of the fact that although you sold me the car “as
is” there were factors relating to the history of this Black Mercedes
that were not fully disclosed to me and why I wanted Sammy who did all
of your dirty work in repossessing the vehicle to at least get off his butt and
do whatever it took to put me in touch with The Twins and/or
“their” [sic] former husband Mike Roos; but of
course old Sammy wanted to
let old dogs die without realizing that when you sleep with dogs you sometimes
get up with more than fleas and why I was uncomfortable in selling the car
simply “as is” to the next buyer. I have in fact had offers as high
as $10K for the car that would have made me a tidy profit but in all good conscience I couldn’t bring myself to
taking the easy route and keeping my mouth shut.
The failure to disclose
all the facts is as damaging as lying through one’s teeth, i.e. THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH. What message are you imparting to your
young when you align yourself with folks albeit family members whose track
record is so incredibly poor? I saw on TV last night a preview for an upcoming
Survivor show on CBS that has the folks playing fiddle with Piranha which
reminds me of something that my almost 90 year old friend Gene told me the
other day, Merrill lynched me …
Time to fly into
“Court TV” never to forget some of the Ivy League
folks who allowed their formal education to interfere with their learning who
shall in due course get to feel the full
drift of us serfers.
I have yet to see the movie 2000 Leagues under the sea, have you?.
Gary
Ps – I just heard
that my one attorney-colleague, Mr. Jeffrey
Krinsk, who would have undoubtedly taken the time out of his busy schedule to
be with me today had to fly to Florida on an emergency matter. He and I have
some unfinished business and my prayers are with Jeffrey who
like me is very close
to his father who also happens to be getting on in years. Hopefully, when he
returns to California he does so with a vengeance.
-----Original Message-----
From: Ian Lerner
[mailto:ilerner@covetech.com]
Sent: Monday, March 03, 2003 12:23
AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE: THE MEEK WITH TEETH
SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
I hope
that you are not trying to threaten or harass me into a meeting. Be patient as
my schedule is full.
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, March 02, 2003 5:57
PM
To: ilerner@covetech.com
Cc: Shaim; Devin
Standard; Adam Tucker
Subject: THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL
INHERIT THE EARTH
Ian, can
we get real here a moment
and avoid going around in circles. I am simply talking about getting your
signature on a document that has already been filled out. I sent you a scanned
copy of the exact document you would be signing. Either Juliana or I
will come to wherever you choose, your work would be fine and I don’t
think it should take you any longer than it took your uncle Sammy above
to work out that if you have a leaking old toilet that maybe when you pull the
plug all your shit and/or that of your quests may possibly end up depositing itself
on the “rentER” [sic] below, tax receipts to boot.
I’ve
kept some of the “solid peaces”
[sic] in the event the IRS decides to visit. Come to think of it some of the
shit might belong to The
Twins and the DNA
could prove helpful down the road, i.e. Sammy’s
relaying of messages to Vicky Schiff in December 2001 weren’t all a
figment of his vivid imagination. ButT then again we have
the DNA markings from the Black Mercedes as testament to whole lot of shit,
wouldn’t you agree?
So
please, let’s get down to business. I am starting a “road
show” this week that could end with me appearing at TRO in New York,
as in Eminem. Come to think of it I haven’t heard old Sammy play
anything hip in a while. Perhaps he is simply losing his touch much like his
eyesight to mention little of his very poor “insite”
[sic]. Come to think of it I haven’t seen Sammy around
since he got back from Asia Minor. I can only wonder what new trade he has latched
on to.
Hopefully
he isn’t inciting the masses to direct weapons of mass destruction in the
direction of our great abode.
I love
you America,
Gary
-----Original Message-----
From: Ian Lerner [mailto:ilerner@covetech.com]
Sent: Sunday, March 02, 2003 2:22
PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE:
I'm a
little pressed for time these days. let's try mid week.
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, March 02, 2003 7:39
AM
To: ilerner@covetech.com
Subject: RE:
I
don’t have one. Couldn’t we meat wherever your preference since we
are talking about an original document I suspect the DMV wants signed?
-----Original Message-----
From: Ian Lerner [mailto:ilerner@covetech.com]
Sent: Saturday, March 01, 2003
10:37 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE:
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Saturday, March 01, 2003
1:27 PM
To: ilerner@covetech.com
Cc: Juliana Hughes
Subject: RE:
?
-----Original Message-----
From: Ian Lerner
[mailto:ilerner@covetech.com]
Sent: Wednesday, February 19, 2003
2:59 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE:
i'll be
back in town next week.
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Wednesday, February 19, 2003
2:54 PM
To: Ilerner
Subject: FW:
Ian, I
never heard back from you?
GAry
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Monday, February 17, 2003
10:58 AM
To: 'ilerner@covetech.com'
Subject: RE:
http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/application.gif
-----Original Message-----
From: Ian Lerner
[mailto:ilerner@covetech.com]
Sent: Monday, February 17, 2003
10:12 AM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: RE:
go ahead
and email it to me for review.
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Monday, February 17, 2003
10:05 AM
To: ilerner@covetech.com
Subject: RE:
Ian,
Juliana has been down to the DMV and according to her all that is required
is for you to sign a “missing title statement” since I never
registered the car in my own name. I have the form with me right now and
don’t see anything on it that should give rise for conern.
Gary
-----Original Message-----
From: Ian Lerner
[mailto:ilerner@covetech.com]
Sent: Monday, February 17, 2003
9:29 AM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: RE:
I
already signed full title to you over a year ago. I have no authority to sign
any other documents regarding the title of the car. BTW, I couldn't find the
copy of the title. but I think the DMV will surely have it in their files.
-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Monday, February 17, 2003
8:53 AM
To: Ilerner
Cc: Juliana Hughes
Subject:
Ian hi – I have a document
that you need to sign in order for Juliana to get a
duplicate title. Please let me know when we can meet. Thanks. Gary
