From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Wednesday, February 12, 2003 7:32 AM
To: 'John K. Pollard Jr.'
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Issues: Address; IRA transfer

 

John, Marie has art-painting class today but I will try to get it done tomorrow --- six thirty am is perhaps a little early for my beautiful sleeping willow who seems to only get her head firmly implanted in her pillow once she knows for certain the sun has risen although I suspect it has more to do with the movement of the tides and God help us all if he decides to fart, wrong vowel movements the stuff I find far more offensive than mother nature at work.

 

I am thinking of instituting a “work-out” regiment in her household right before going to bed, pillow fights et al as just one other alternative to combating insomnia along with of course replacing the counting of sheep with images of our resident fox over at Stonehenge II which I saw mentioned in the news headline just the other day but wouldn’t allow myself to be distracted when there are more important matters at stake butt try convincing the top dogs at TV Network of that let alone the print media who are all dying on the vine.

 

Sometime today after I have moved an item or two out of The Cave I will be responding to JW August the managing editor of KGTV the ABC Network affiliate here in San Diego. He left a message this past Friday evening on my voicemail which I hope to place on one of my websites rather soon. It is perhaps simply his voice that really gets to me having now heard it more times than I care to look at Kimberly Hunt who has yet to make her way over to my neck of woods and make no mistake I would show her a thing or two about what it means to hunt for a living let alone make the mistake of ducking and diving, fish ponds to avoid at all cost[1].

 

I thought though you would get a bit of kick out of JW Augusts message. The absolute literal translation reads as follows:

 

“Hello JW August. After thinking about this for a couple of days and I did actually talk to the gentleman [Jeffrey Krinsk]; you’re right he does know you and says you’re a fine person, um I’ve decided to pass anyway. I’ve just got too much on my plate. I don’t have uh, I’m afraid it requires a little bit too much time and that’s one thing I have in small qualities [ugh] quantities.

 

 I wish you luck. I would make a suggestion, um, you want to hear it. At the Reader which is the alternative publication here in town, and they’re a fearless bunch, Matt Potter is their investigative guy, M-A-T-T  P-O-T-T-E-R. Check him out, he’s got a good rap, he could do it and at the Union Trib, um the investigative guy over there, at least the guy the most active that might be most interested is a guy named  David Washburn, W-A-S-H-B-U-R-N. So the  Reader you’ve got Potter and Washburn, they’re I guess, they are the only other people in town who really do this stuff full time

 

Good luck to you” [non-sic].

 

John, I have no idea if JW drinks alcohol let alone vodka but by the time I am done with him I would hope you would be so kind as to give him a gentle hand and a hug and tell him how much I love America and I will only be happy once I see the word America removed from his network’s name much like I want to see the National Association of Broadcasters [NAB] banned from using the word “Broadcasters” in their name given their propensity to stifle competition.

 

I lost it seems a day this week the result perhaps of meeting with an inventor doctor of sorts who considers himself an authority on things like carpel tunnel syndrome yet hadn’t heard of a not so little insurance company called AIG that probably is still reeling from what to do with the ever increasing soft-tissue cases that I could probably help get a handle on once I start getting down to business. Of course I wasn’t in the least bit surprised that Dr. “Peter” had not heard of the landmark soft-tissue case that bears my name. Trust me when I tell you Doctor “Peter”, I forget his last name, was more than just a little soft in the head as well as the belly and that was only after round one.

 

He managed to stay on his feet, although he was sitting throughout, far longer than I ever would have expected. This was a classic case of someone being “punch drunk” in what appears to have been the first time in his career he has ever been put to the test. Later when I spoke to the owner of the company I got the sense that if I really wanted to pursue this technology I wouldn’t get the least bit of resistance from those who actually call the shots.

 

Suffice to say when I need to cut to the chase I know how although it really bothers me when I get even a little worked up. “Peter” happens to have zero equity interest in what appears to be a rather amazing device despite, he says, being the inventor. After delivering a couple of one tTOo punches in the middle of the “no contact” bout I finally got out of him that the device was extracted out of NexMed which happens to be right up my alley for a number of reasons to mention little of this neat device being an electrical pulsing device that apparently addresses all varieties of Herpes in short order and of course those of us with a healthy sex life cannot afford to miss out on anything that takes the “Mickey out of mice” let alone men with too big an ego to let their partner know that they have been fooling around without protection.

 

By the time I was done with “Peter” it looked like he was ready to join the seminary although I suspect he headed over to closest emergency room to have his blood work checked. It is a wonderful thing to see someone who considers himself above it all, credentials up the kazoo, a concert pianist, a mathematician and chess player to boot being drawn and quartered without there being a drop of blood spilled, Chancy Gardener but in reverse. You had to have been over at the In N Out Burger joint in Mission Valley to fully appreciate the bloodletting.

 

Fortunately Devin Standard was around to make certain that if “Peter” had “another stroke” a team of Navy SEALS would have been summoned with this nincompoop shipped off to Timbuktu to help tender the gardens of a host of stroke victims I plan to send over there once I put my mind to it in my quest to remove white picket fences in middle America and have them transplanted to Africa where they can be used to help produce more great tasting grapes while building a whole new healthy tribe and of course there is nothing wrong with being merry while working hard which began with the black people but was perfected by the masses of Jewish people while their less than righteous elders have got ever so fat in the belly with their heads mostly having turned to rot.

 

I think you would have found quite interesting the argument “Peter” and I were having in terms of the “quality vs quantity” [sic] of strokes he was enduring while yours truly delivered pound after pound of fresh beef recently slaughtered. After a couple of rounds I took a break and fed a patty to Tipeetoe who got bit the night before last at dog’s beach, never though to kick a gift horse in the mouth.

 

No matter how much I telegraph my punches that I don’t do well being lied to, best left alone, let alone someone trying to cheat me, worse yet steal my time, it seems not everyone gets the message that we sleep better at night living each day as though it were our last making certain we have combated evil at every strike at bat and of course who wants to throw a foul ball to a batsman who not only can play a descent game of cricket but can respond in kind with a knuckleball.

 

Gary

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From:
John K. Pollard Jr.
Sent:
Tuesday, February 11, 2003 3:00 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Issues: Address; IRA transfer

 

1.  I have the address correctly here but at the office, I only had the new one..]

 

2.  Moving an IRA.

     The two of you show up in my office after 6:30 AM and we can open the account in 15 minutes of paperwork.  Bring a copy of the X statement so we can title the new IRA exactly as the old one   reads.  We do not wish to confuse the transfer process.  She calls X and instructs them to Wire Funds to this new IRA.  I will provide wire-transfer instructions.  Leave something at X so the account stays open in case you wish to do anything further there.

 

The funds should transfer, same day, if we instruct X early enough in the day.

 

John K. Pollard Jr.



[1] I am still trying to work out why Jeffrey Krinsk decided to purchase the house he currently lives in at the top of Pt. Loma overlooking the flight path of military aircraft although I happened to notice the other day an American Airlines jet approaching what I thought was an exclusively military base; perhaps the captain may have simply decided to take passengers on a bit of joyride much like what the space shuttle program is all about to mention little of what a number of helicopter and fighter jet pilots seem to be doing these days while flying ever so low over Del Mar and at speeds that barely defy gravity making them in my opinion rather sitting ducks for a terrorist with simply a pellet gun in hand. These days when Marie tenders the garden I notice she is fully clothed.

 

So back to the main point of this footnote, perhaps it is because of the incredible protection Jeffrey and Campbell Soup get from their fish ponds that might feed all his family and friends in the event of a complete meltdown in the economy but it is probably more so his slippery sidewalks and angled slope of the property that would provide any would be assassin with nothing but a slippery slope to be picked up by America’s finest Navy Seals lying in wait.

 

Now given how generous Mr. Krinsk is with his friends at times pointing them in the direction of me when he feels they need a knockout job it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if he has cut a deal or tT-Oo with his wife’s butcher that ensures the meat that is delivered contains enough fat to keep his cardiologist friends out of the poor house to mention little of his “phat doctor” friend who is constantly on TV in the same old drab suit. I am going to include Jeffrey on this email in the hope that he will pay more attention to things of matter and have at least the “phat doctor” borrow the outfit Jeffrey wore at his last 4th of July party, bare chest et al.

 

By the way, Jeffrey does pay attention to just about everything I have to say as long as I don’t make it a habit of calling him at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning before he has had time to read the New York Times and is therefore not in a position to fill me in about what “the enemy” is saying about me.