From: Gary S. Gevisser [
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Subject: THE MEEK WITH TEETH
SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Dear Ms. Regan,
I just received word that Mr. O’Reilly
is doing a segment on tonight’s broadcast relating to efforts to impeach
Governor Davis of
I thought I would get Mr. O’Reilly’s
attention back in the summer of 2002, July
23rd to be exact, but it seems that folks, especially those long
in the tooth are hell bent on holding on to the reigns of power even the
so-called “free thinkers” like Mr. O’Reilly who apparently
recognizes what Mr. Murdoch likes about him and certainly it is not the way he
parts his hair, more likely that Mr. O’Reilly doesn’t say anything
about my suggestion that we suspend trading of public companies until such time
as Mr. Murdoch and his cronies have weaned themselves off the stock market,
taking momworker63s,
widows, orphans and pensioners in their wake.
Unlike most if not all members of the
media I am beholden to no one other than protecting my “Golden
Name.” A good friend of mine just returned from vacationing in South
Africa and he tells me that word is spreading amongst the rank and file of
those who have pillaged the most, especially over the past decade as what
little that remained after the collapse of the former regime has pretty much
gone up in flames, no doubt though while the rest of us here in the United
States had a pretty good time, the best example was that of our president
Clinton who chomped on cigars and whathaveyou?
Before we start telling the rest of
the world what to do it seems only right and proper that we clean up the mess
in our backyard and I started to do this myself beginning with members of my
own family and before you know it we might suddenly wake up one day and realize
that the only way out of this maze is to work together as one new tribe and to
leave looking for lost tribes to the next generation of ants.
Now of course easier said than done
but I have never taken the easiest of courses despite my Charm School teachings
and of course we don’t get to choose our parents and that might be the
only thing for which we can get pissed off at God.
Nothing though like a challenge to
set the world on a new course and with the spectacular crash of the “Challenger”
[sic] spacecraft this would seem as good a time as any to put our thinking caps
on beginning with e=mc² and of course to hold our fire.
Although I referenced “Risk
Assessment” as being my business in my email to your testosterone clad
colleagues my real business is putting Chaos Theory in to practice. My track
record is better than “above average”
although like my father I was pretty much “average” at “hi-school”
but rarely did I smoke pot. I consider though my Dad to be tops.
He, however, started at the top and
relied on gravity to pull him down. I on the other hand started out here in the
The winter of 1978 brought with it
many things besides for undressing a mayor obviously more focused on keeping
her knickers dry while skating on thin ice hoping a Perfect Storm wouldn’t
arrive.
Along with the realization that
prayers for the dead made absolutely no sense especially if you believed in God
which I do, I decided to keep my ears to the ground stone and make the most of
anything nature had to offer.
My bottoms up schooling in the
A lot has happened since and every so
often I hold on something of interest just as a reminder of how rich I could
have been if I had simply wanted to be another pig at the trough. I have
written quite a bit about the “Pigs”
I grew up with in South Africa although mostly I have written about just one
despicable human being who not so long ago died of throat cancer and for that
the world has no one to thank but God.
Ordinarily I would include his nephew
What you see in hyperlink to the “Fox
Trot geriatrics” is a lot more colorful than what I originally sent but
the message was identical. I used to have a denim coat of “many colors”
but I have been slowly trimming everything including my sails and right now I
am moving at breath-take
speed.
The bottom line is that I doubt any
testosterone clad person is willing to take on the challenges I believe need to
be taken in order to bring this world into equilibrium and with that said I’m
looking for a mainstream book publisher to assist me in getting what I am
certain will be a “best seller” off the
bookshelves using both proven strategies as well as my “Bottoms Up
Schooling” [BUS]
approach in my quest for bringing about positive change without disrupting the
status quo.
I understand more than a wee-byte
about the publishing industry never to end up shit’s creek without an OR
never willing to sacrifice pawns, that the game of life is much like the game
of chess, getting one’s opponent to play to your advantage and I am
pretty good at math, understanding better than anyone has yet explained to me,
Chaos Theory, and putting it in to practice to almost total perfection,
recognizing that a perfect circle turns to infinite as the humans go around and
around in circles without realizing that nature dissolved our tails a lifetime
ago.
My email to the Fox Network chatter
boxes had many on my email list turning around and wishing me kudos for telling
it the way it is. Not everyone obviously wants to hear the truth including the
group of 7 made up of Professor Black of
I am in the process of selling my one
remaining property here in the United States that happens to be on Stanford
Street in Santa Monica, California and were it not for today being a holiday
and my email system having shut down this past Friday it would have already
been sold.
I am in fact prepared to take a
significant discount on the fair market value of this property for the simple
reason that I batting down the hatches as I prepare for war although I am very
optimistic war can be avoided as long as level headedness prevails. I am not,
however, counting on my fellow brothers and sisters to wake up tomorrow morning
and start thinking differently but I remain hopeful.
I rarely if ever make suggestions
sticking to my time tested ways of making folks pay through the nose and with
that said let me direct you to an email I sent to a South African earlier
today. Marius
van Wyk is an individual my “travel companion” and I met on
Valentines Day, a year to the day when we celebrated both her Birthday which is
February 13th and Valentine’s Day just up the street at Roger
Hedgecock where I laid out for Roger a “road map” that
could have short-circuited a lot of trouble for the citizens of California but
for “sum” [sic] reason Roger decided to sit on his laurels hoping I
would disappear and perhaps take off with my queen-bee. This E-mail constitutes
stage 1 of the sting.
On April 6th 2002 after
returning from my first trip to Machu Picchu
in mid March with the Avenger
Pitching Wedge I used as leash for my dog I handed both golf club as well
as all the information Roger would have needed to launch an investigation into
how it came to pass that a former Mayor of Los Angeles with all his Wall Street
connections could get blindsided by one hellava ugly guy who it seems couldn’t
yet afford laser eye surgery.
I also gave Roger a
gift from a old time listener of his who died on Christmas Day 2001. Anne
L. Miller was a very special lady.
That information was enough I would
have thought to compensate Roger for any “whet dreams”
[sic] he might have about my “travel
companion” to mention little of the “Settlement” proposal
which arrived by FEDEX 2 days prior, April 4th 2002 to be precise
from the Wetherly
Capital folks a “fly-by-night”
investment group operating out of west Los Angeles.
Eventually I got everything back from
Roger with the exception of that Avenger Pitching Wedge. Despite repeated
efforts to get him to return this commemorative piece which demonstrates a
whole lot of other issues he has continued to resist my pleas.
That golf club is an excellent example of how easily the masses are distracted
to mention little of the fact that neither the dog aka SIG for Super Italian
Greyhound nor the “leash head” which was manufactured by a third
world military contactor were never once checked by security throughout the 3+
weeks I flew in and out of international airports like Los Angles International
as well as George W Bush International in Houston, warnings signs everywhere to
boot.
Last night I watched TV for the first
time in many months catching the tail end of 60 Minutes and then seeing parts
of Law and Order where the main character was drawing stuff on a map that
looked very similar indeed to the “road map” I provided Mr.
Hedgecock who I think I will now name Mr. “Hedgehog.” My mother loves
hedgehogs.
I am now going to speed things up a
little as I need to travel back to our mountain retreat for dinner with the
family. Suffice to say if you go click back through “Mice and Men”
you should get a pretty good overview of why my book M
Time is though running out and I can
provide you with all the mathematical proof although all you would need to do
is simply listen to the genii like Kimberly Hunt a local anchorwoman who I ran
into at a local pet shore who read the news looking so serious one minute and
then batting eyelids as the camera lights rip into their brains. Of course I
love Kimberly but I would like her even more if she only knew how to hunt. I am
still hopeful she will come out to our retreat and partake at least in a dog
hunt, snakes to avoid at all cost, especially as spring approaches.
You wouldn’t though need to be a math wizard to grasp the essence of my “findings” which first appeared
at the Footsak.com
website back in the summer of 1999.
I believe that the solutions to
solving the problems of the world require focusing on the positive while paying
careful attention to the negatives realizing that it takes just one negative
move to make the entire equation topsy turvy and of course two negatives make a
positive, first impressions often misleading and why it is important to examine
one’s
subject under moonlight or in the rain where the “values”
which remain constant from one day to the next always stand out.
It is my search for standout folks
examining in detail those on the peripheral, in the area commonly referred to
as being in “negative space” where the standard deviations bring
out the best as well as the worst realizing that there is probably no more than
15 standard deviation points that separate the brightest and the dumbest at
least at the moment of conception.
History has shown that it is safest
not being the tallest tree that attracts the most wind and why it pays to stay
off most people’s radar screen while most seem attracted to the
limelight. People like Nelson Mandela may have suffered more than simply losing
his eyesight while being forced on
The reason I get to you has a lot to
do with Robin Quivers and Howard Stern who happen to be one perfect match that
has folks from all walks of life following them. Earlier this morning I sent
Howard an E-mail
that talks to the “smoking gun” evidence that is liable to have
folks in position of power particularly those sitting on ill-gotten gains
making their way right now to the bathroom but not before radiating the place
with their farts which may in fact be as damaging as airborne rat feces, the
proof being in the pudding, the better the evidence the better the proof. This
is though no spoof.
My success rate has been pretty
awesome but now I have figured out a number of things including how to “write things”
[sic] by coming up with a way to hold folks in check preventing them from
wrecking havoc on those who do the most toiling, never though to be a
spoilsport.
I nearly “blew it” back
in the spring of 1997 when my name hit the headlines in the landmark
soft-tissue case in Judge
Jack Weinstein’s courtroom. I have never been one to blow smoke nor
do I seek the limelight but I have got more than a number of things figured out
realizing that we have a way out of this mess by applying win-win techniques
that fit in perfectly with the Digital Age that is a direct outgrowth of
Quantum Mechanics being able to do things backwards and forwards ever so
careful when driving in reverse.
For the first time in history there
is opportunity for the masses to have at it without the bloodshed so often
attributed to mass uprisings but I also know that no man is a superman and
those who feel they are omnipotent are not only a danger to themselves but
those who rally behind them.
The executor of my estate, Devin Standard,
happens to be a Black gentleman and his father Kenneth Standard is the
president of the New York Bar Association. I will in due course share with Mr.
Standard Senior the “smoking gun evidence” that demonstrates beyond
a shadow of a doubt that the last gubernatorial elections held here in
California were in fact rigged by a bunch of rapacious business people allied
with the French Conglomerate Vivendi.
In watching the tail end of 60
Minutes last night I saw a number of items of interest particularly Andy Rooney’s
straight talk on the French followed by the man who produced the movie, “Roger
and Me” and who now has a book out about “white men” and his
great interview with Charleton Heston who said something about our racial
diversity being at the root cause of some 11,000 people each year dying from
gun shots.
I thought this guy telling his story
was pretty cool but unfortunately he like most caught up in this topsy turvy
world is only addressing the symptoms and not the problems. Until such time as
we begin to know exactly who our neighbor is beginning with each member of our
own immediate family then we are doomed to repeat the same mistakes of blaming
just the guy in power who inherited a lot of poop from the previous moron
sitting in the white house.
And yes the biggest mistake the
Republicans did was not prosecuting
What exactly is pornographic makes
for good intellectual conversations for folks who are mostly brain dead but
when one considers the total chaos that is enveloping the world as we speak
perhaps it is time for everyone to get a new life and stop playing the blame
game in what amounts to convoluted Pig Latin, English simply being ripped out
of the Latin.
Manager Minute One is a takeoff of the best-selling business book, One Minute Manager, with
a twist that calls for each of us to take charge of our lives, keeping one
another in check from the get-go as in;
DNA
Next tTOo
Breeding is everything
which in turn is geared to the
launching of a series of websites aimed at getting folks to think differently as in,
Sum
Things
Are
Built tTOo
Last.
Evolution?
all the while trying to pull together
the terms that sum
up the meaning of each of our lives as in Zquestion
for Albert Einstein which is a WIP [Work-In-Progress];
that unless we end the machinations that first come to light when we are
allowed to chew
and speak at the same time without thinking we will likely end up as
someone else’s Dutch Sandwich[3] with us all eventually abandoning
ship leaving the kitchen sink to be picked up for cents on the dollar by
bottom fishers who then make mince meat with the leftovers using whatever
remains of the mayo and tomato source “spread”,
catch-up to boot[4].
The book will be geared to help “engineer”
folks on to the same wavelength
embracing proven techniques executed with pinpoint accuracy on the Footsak[5].com website to help avoid the currant trend which indicates
that we are likely to be rubbed out well ahead of any Extraterrestrial being
dumb enough to pay us a visit on their time machine.
With that said, I am looking for the
write
person to help me pull all this together in time to celebrate this coming
Passover with Mr.
My new year’s gift[6] came in the form of a settlement with Perelman and his henchmen the
direct result of a deposition taken of a former senior executive of Revlon
Corporation, the Make Up company, “owned” by
The 1000lb snake oil
law firm of “Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Leroach”
[sic] although at times very much on the ball are often nothing more than cockroaches
who pray on those corporate executives least able to defend themselves, Jameson Inn
Motels [JIM], not however, tTOo
easily entrapped thanks to you know who?
I do know a thing or two about
skating on thin ice as well as understanding why Milberg Weiss et al declined
an invitation to take on Mr. Perelman and his cronies who fund the benefit
packages of the ruling elite particularly those who don’t want to keep trial lawyers in check safe in the pound seats, although
some of my closest friends and colleagues are SCAL lawyers, perhaps much like I
make it a has-id
of keeping my Jewish friends
and family close, though beyond arms reach, arms length transactions the
safest bet assuming one has the right DNA at the start, harms way
to avoid at just about any cost, but someone has to got to start at least
calling it straight, wouldn’t you agree? [7]
While some might decide to look under
Hilary Clinton’s dress to see what goods she has on the ex-President
which have yet to be revealed, I prefer a different approach, starting at the
bottom and then working my way up as in my designer-patented BUS which doesn’t require my having to rip anyone’s
clothes off although I do have a thing about G-string panties bearing in mind the
clothes-horse who also belongs in the record books, quite different butt very
much attached to my seahorse
dog Pypeetoe.
In due course we at
NextraTerrestrial.com will be unleashing quite a load of material that will
have Clinton and his Californian buddies who rigged the last elections waving
his hands like there is no tomorrow creating so much wind that he might
eventually fly off the planet, unlikely though he will have the guts to land on
Venus.
Mr. Perelman and I have yet to be
formally introduced although we rode at least once in an elevator together. In
my “pink sidebar notes” to the attorney conducting the deposition
for the eventual slaying of the “Capo di capi” of Wall Street I commented
how some 9 years back, December 1993 to be precise, I once rode up an elevator
with Mr. “Short” where I rang his bell for the first time and don’t
plan to quit until his pays up and then some.
This both competent and experienced
attorney, despite putting on quite a stellar performance which has to have even
the Scud-den
Ape boys wondering what comes Next, had me at times believing he was the Nextcoming
although he has not been very precise as to the time and hour of my receiving a
blow from behind the head although he believes it will be quick and without
pain.
When I am next up roaming
the mountainsides east of San Diego I will be deciding on a number of things while
gathering more research by the minute as folks tuned in to my website expand my
horizons at breakneck speed. The bends in these parts have to rank with some of
the best anywhere in the world and with the temperature still cool in the
evenings one has to be ever so cautious. The snow has yet to arrive but the
frost can byte.
My plan is to reach out to every
chapter whether they be bikers,
women groups or men just hoping to hitch a ride but willing to pull their
weight and donate their excess monies as we turn the world upside and begin one
great honeymoon embrace, but it is not for the feint hearted.
Our motto, The Meek With Teeth Shall
Inherit The Earth says it all. We will show the youth who are our future that
that some of us old “foggies”
are willing to not simply fight the right fight but if necessary we can still
compete head-to-head
with the most rapacious to mention little of the need to do our pull ups each
day and in the end it is all about love.
Healthy mind translates into healthy
body which constitutes more than simply pulling up our socks, paying careful
attention to the pumps and valves purifying our polluted blood and water the
result of our overconsumptuous nature as though there is no end in sight,
oblivious to our daily, hourly, minute by minute warning signals, i.e. The fish
rots from the head down, the rot
comes out traveling on any bus, just ask the kids who are dumb enough to sit in
the back.
What causes the brainne
to misfire at an early age has plagued me right from the very start perhaps
going back to when I was tree
when I first began to talk.
Soon it will be time to start drawing
from our “wells”
protecting especially the youth with proper nutrition and one’s formal
education to keep in check and start putting a damper on the degenerative
diseases which should begin easing up as the lost generation of the 60s gets
put aside, monies to got toward head start programs, first though to make
certain those in charge have their shit together and not simply about
practicing their witchcraft on the young.
The hub of the wheel I am putting
together at NextraTerrestrial.com is right now in low gear, establishing
credibility first with the youth who are our future by empowering them to
parent the parents who need the most help especially those folks who hadn’t
worked out the wrinkles of what caused their parents’ frowning faces,
h-ell-ow
plastic chairs now back in vogue, shaming those who grabbed more than their
fair share as opposed to giving them the electric chair.
There are in my opinion a number of
aces the next generation has to ward off the impending hell including getting
the medical community to get with the program and off with dependency including
standing up on their own two feet and saying “Enough
is Enough.”
The lawsuit against Mr. Perelman and
his flagship company that is simply there to put a good face on his rascal
behavior was eventually filed with less than 2 hours to go before the statute
of limitations ran out. Timing is everything and maintaining pace is key to our
survival on this terrific journey through the universe. The more worms get
returned to earth the more oxygen will be released which will allow those
relatively few remaining to breath better.
In “Jew course”
I will be following up with Professors Kelly and Price to see what is holding
them up in getting back to me on those who are most susceptible to degenerative
diseases and how we can now start to get the ball rolling as we make our way
out of the train station that has got clogged up with tTOo much huffing and puffing. Do not
forget that time is running out and the cliffs overlooking the Pacific are
getting ever more unSTABLE. [8]
I wasn’t exactly brought up in
a stable but I understand perhaps more than the average Jo Blow raised in a degenerate
society like South Africa where the ruling white elite used “capos”
to keep the white masses in check to mention little of the check mate moves I
have in store for South Africa’s current Minister of Finance who
obviously didn’t study hard enough despite his “street education”
which should have had him properly equipped to respond to fast balls thrown at
or near head by many of the same whites who continue to run circles around the
blacks while cleaning up in what is nothing more than a casino environment, to
mention little of the headaches I am now causing for the previous white
supporters of the Nazi regime who are ducking
for cover hoping that others will construe my behavior as that of a madman
as opposed to someone who is simply polishing his assets, who knows a thing or
tTOo about diamonds in the rough and what it takes to bring a perfectly cut
diamond made of 58 facets to sparkle brightly in the sun, and of course I haven’t given away my most treasured assets, putting my brain to its highest
and best use, as in location, location, location.
Naturally I want to avoid any more
train smashes as there has been a lot of progress made throughout the world to
the point that few if any Chinese peasants continue to carry dynamite on the
trains that lead to no mans land. And soon I will be putting forth an economic
plan that will have folks questioning the ownership of land which is what is
perhaps contributing most to the rot that develops within our brains as the
youth of rich folks simply wait in line for their parents to die to grab hold
of that so-called “right in
perpetuity” that mostly
upsets the divine within each one of us.
I am in the process of lining up my
ducks preparing trophies only for those truly deserving made of the finest pewter for those who excel
giving those in support all the necessary nourishment to feed the brain, the
heart and then the soul
which like waves are the essence of the perpetual motion machine.
“Risk Assessment” is
clearly my main order of business these days spending most of my time alone
contemplating the bottom line including the important questions since time in
memorial along the lines of Z Question. Time
is, however, of the essence and along my almost 46 year journey I have not only
held down a job or tTOo
but I have been fortunate enough to become acquainted with both the very best
and worst in our society, tombstones to boot all the way to Timpucktu.
Many of the principles
I have picked up, and some I have chewed on more than once will be covered in
the book including the distractions of crossing our Ts, going around in
circles, never knowing whether we are headed for a figure 8, celebrating what
came before as in 5,6,7, without even bothering to revisit the principles of
right angle rotates, Pythagoras’ theorem lost on most, as in 1,2,3,4=10 a nice round number that has
caused many to be eaten alive as in 10810=10.
It is the accumulation of both
positive and negative experiences that have kept me buoyant doing
everything possible to avoid coming back as an ant, never blaming anyone but
myself for any misstep and wishing those who did me wrong all the luk
in the world while holding their feet to the fire every step along the road,
never once even dreaming that God was to blame for any of my misadventures
since despite my horrific day-time schooling I was able to grasp hold of the
essence of the light-teachings each and every Friday night, that God gave of
his inheritance
for each of us to do as we see fit, incumbent upon each of us in order to keep
the world in balance and not succumb to black holes, that we turn negatives
into positives, give to those in need without however, going broke in the
process. And never to suck up to anyone unless of course they taste delicious,
mother’s milk as well as nanny’s milk of the highest order.
My life has been rather exceptional,
born into a rather worldly family, with parents who rubbed shoulders not just
with the ruling elite, my mother, in particular having more than just a hand to
play in the world of fashion including tucking a Miss World and
Ms. Universe under her belt although to be precise it was her models who won
the titles but it was my mother who deserved the credit and to her credit ever
so carefully banked the proceeds, never though one to invest in say Chagall who
painted bright, who was not very precise; butt was
Jewish and burdened with only God knows what.
It may be not be easy to see the
similarity of the Sugar Mogul Huletts, “Still as gorgeous as ever”
with Mr. Warren “Bail me Out”
who needs at least a new suit and by the time I am done playing chess with him
he is going to wish he spent less time playing bridge with “Pee head”
brain Gates and more time on things that matter, no doubt tTOo much sugar entering his bloodstream causing him to be as much confused
as the general public who continue to buy into his absolute nonsense, sugar
though a whole lot healthier than aspartame.
Life is a chess game and having a
good grasp of numbers helps in appreciating the “acid tipped” moves of those
not necessarily all the “well equipped”
in their quest to die the richest on earth. Number is the essence of all
things, good or evil but where I differ with Pythagoras, who is to me much more
than a chip-off-the-old-block, is that there is no time left to simply walk
away in to the wilderness, given its rampant depletion, but to begin to hold
our elected leaders accountable, impressing upon them some of the truisms I
consider sacrosanct, i.e. It is The Meek With Teeth Who Shall Inherit The
Earth.
I have waited patiently now for sum 3
years perfecting the game plan I first began testing in earnest back in the
summer of 1999 when I launched the website Footsak.com. I began with the Revlon
Make Up cartoon which created enough pressure to have some of the better
SCALLYs [Shareholder Class Action Lawsuit Lawyers] grab the bull by the horns
and file a complaint against Wall Street’s lead gangster,
Knowing full well that these type of
lawsuits result in little gain for the workers to mention little of who really
ends up paying when folks like Warren “BO”
Buffet have their actuaries place their slant on the slide rule while showering
their lovers with perfume, I then went to bat against another New York Stock
Exchange company by the name of Chase Brass Industries.
CSI is not quite the household name of
its namesake TV show but what my Perfect Storm II represented was the makings
of something rather unique, that one person operating pretty much alone with
just a laptop computer can bring about positive change without having to go the
lawsuit route. There were no hyperlinks in that story but the message was
received very loud and clear by the top dog to mention little of the smiles it
brought to the faces of the rank and file who found ways to keep me on the
right track.
Pictures tell a thousand words but so
often the camera doesn’t pick up that “Just say cheese”
different to the real thing, just ask Matthew the
Mighty Mountain Mouse which is a Perfect Storm still in progress.
Man has been chasing his tail since
the beginning of time rarely stopping to think why it was that nature got rid
of our tails that perhaps our sedentary lives should give rise for even more
heightened sensitivity than those species that came before us.
Over the past several months I have
been “stacking the deck” preparing to launch another series of
Perfect Storms much akin to the way a master chess player is lined up against a
bank of other players. My opponents though are not your average Joe Blow with
hi-school educations, rather they represent a rather diverse group of
individuals who on the surface have little in common with one another other
than believing that they are right, in the so-called “collective good”
where the end justifies the means.
Although I don’t have all that much formal education my Bottoms Up Schooling [BUS] seems to have caught on with many along all spectrums of
the color wheel which accounts for the rather incredible number of “hits”
the NextraterresTrial.com website has been getting ever since it went “live”
some 6 months back. Since then we have turned the counter back 4 times or so as
to keep my opponents guessing as to what to expect next.
Perfect
Storm III is what I believe will captivate the entire population not just
here in the United States but throughout the world for it will present things
in black and white as to how lucky we all are to still be ticking when one
considers all the fiddling that has been going on since the beginning of time
all the way up to the current period when this foreign water conglomerate
played its hand in the rigging of the Californian gubernatorial elections.
The “smoking gun”
evidence of the “hi-jacking”
which given the right exposure will strike not just a cord with the masses but
in lighting up the faces of hypocrisy in a crystal clear fashion it will cause
every single free-thinking individual to begin holding the feet to the fire of
those radicals on both the far left and the far right to take a deep breath and
“stand still.” No doubt my moves require me to be on my guard at
all times which will require “special forces” to keep up with those
who have “Special Situation
Funds” at their disposal to do as they see fit.
I don’t plan on engaging anyone
to protect my flank for I have pretty much figured out everything I am going to
need in order to combat the folks who will soon be walking around as blind as a
bat as the I unleash the forces of the common man and of course it is my hope
that the next president of the United States is in fact a Black Man or woman
grounded in the traditions of right and wrong.
There are few if any out there who
understand playing the odds as well as me and my track record over the past two
+ years in particular in choosing just
4 publicly traded companies, two winners and two losers in 4 different
industries, picking the winners at their lows and the losers at their highs
would be proof enough that I have little in life to prove other than to impress
upon the youth the need to take charge and there is no time like today.
In “Jew course”
you will see our “burnt offerings”
and lamps to boot including all types of solutions to our ruling elite so that
they don’t do anything stupid like simply deciding to turn the lights off in the
middle of the broadcast. My plan is to offer all the rapacious, those who have
wrecked the most havoc on society a soft landing, providing them with a horse
shoe of sorts, not however simply giving them a “free
pass” to come back time and again to wreck havoc on the masses but to
take them on an educational journey of a different sort much akin to a roller
coaster ride where at some point they will decide to simply call it quits.
Granting folks escape hatches only
serves to reinforce that they were in fact placed in our universe to be masters
of us all, masters of the force of darkness while blocking out the sunlight for
the rest, that those with the biggest guns take all and consequently my plan is
to simply to turn things around a little throwing them off their center of
gravity, opening up the hatch just enough to let some light into their lives in
the hope it will be enough to guide them out of their darkness brought on by
man fearful of dying ignorant of what comes next and thereby accumulating more
than what I believe God intended when he set forth
Spirituality has always been a big
part of my life as it is with the vast majority of those who currently reside
alongside you and me here in the United States although today it is looking more
like when President Bush next gets up before Congress he will be talking not so
much about the State of the Union which is on a backburner as the Water Wars
heat up to mention little of the collateral damage that could emerge out of war
aided and abetted by the French whose dirty hands go back to time in memorial,
Vivendi more about destroying the id in each one of us than in bringing clean
water out of places like the Imperial Valley in southern California that
somehow gave Governor Davis his little boost during his recent trot in
gathering up all the gold.
For some reason deposited deep within
the veins of the earth the golden treasures have tended to harden the hearts
and souls of what amounts to no more than a handful of rapacious folks hell
bent on having things their way. It is now time for us to send them the
clearest signal, “Choose which hi-way you wish to travel on and let us
know when you want a hand in building a bridge to where the rest of us are
having one jolly good time.”
No one really likes to be left out in
the cold. How about you?
Gary S. Gevisser
PS - If you prefer to chat, just call
me at 1-858-SEL-NEXT.
[1] Those within
my inner circle believe that my adversaries hope that the masses out there will
mostly want to know what I may have been smoking than be bothered with
something that will make Watergate much like a sink leak versus an epic flood.
I know my supporters happen to be 100% correct.
[2] The 7th
letter in the English language is the letter G. I assume these folks on the
list consider themselves Godly. I happen to agree with them in large measure
because I believe God resides within each one of us.
[3] The Dutch Sandwich is one of the most popular international tax
arbitrages, albeit outrageous,
available in the offshore market today. The Dutch Sandwich works as follows…,
Rev
your engines market makers, Last In the market First Out picked
up for nickels on the dime by bottom fishers like
[4] People don’t
make doormats out of you; only you can make a doormat out of yourself. The
rights of passage, to mention little of what clogs up the passage ways,
get passed down from one generation to the next. Time to think of the next very
important steps as we contemplate our navels while spending so much time on the
toilet.
[5] Footsak is South African slang for giving a person, also known as
an “owe” a “kick in the rear.” It is also helpful to
know for text messaging purposes that the numbers 10810 can be used to
convey two possible thoughts. The first is “one person ate one person”
the sort of thing that is common place amongst cannibals when cannabis runs
short or “lets do dinner and then
break the fast.”
[6] Never one
to kick a gifted
horse in the mouth without knowing full well who is not only holding on to
the reins but who has a hand on the tail.
[7] I subscribe
to the notion that we are all born not that distant apart from the next person
in terms of intelligence and only as a result of poor nutrition and
conditioning do we become as part of the aging process more than a hair apart
especially, multiplied in part by all the split hairs we get to chew on once we
reach puberty and once we reach 21 we hit the liberty bell, whose founding
fathers probably didn’t exactly fit into the Bell Shaped Curve. I came to
the
[8] Adrianna Huffington is my next choice should you for some reason get sidetracked
