From: Gary S.
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Sent: Wednesday, April 02, 2003
3:45 PM
To: '
Cc: dpollak@ubspw.com;
Subject: RE: SELLing
the NEXT big thing - THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Nice to finally hear from you. My understanding is that the
bird breeding season may have something to do with our “Australian
Stanley Russell”
[sic] making so much noise which reminds me that I need to respond to the new m
Please when you are next out in the southwest of England try
perhaps playing golf since I take it you don’t really care for hunting,
may I suggest you make a point of enjoying our delicious scones and Somerset
cream and let me know if you are in agreement
with my father that I am finally in “go-d hands” [sic].
Had you responded to some of my earlier emails directed to
you specifically you might have got to meet my
As you may have read, my
Looks though are only skin deep which brings me to why you
wouldn’t at least have contacted someone like
Now this “wouldn’t you agree?” business
was something I picked up from my mother who I am certain even though you may
consider yourself at the top your game would have a pointer or tTOo to help you
gather your wits, wouldn’t you agree? As I’ve also mentioned
before, I believe this phrase came about while a prostitute was on the stand
giving evidence during one of the Brits political scandals during the 1960s
although she was most likely sitting down, much like I suspect ex-president
Clinton did while pontificating the future of the world, his pants probably on
fire which is something I suspect he would have argued had Lott
done the right thing and castrated him all the way to Timbuktu, wouldn’t
you agree?
Like me, my mother doesn’t really have that much
formal education but you wouldn’t believe it though if you ever heard her
in one of her “command” performances.
You no doubt have come across the name King Golden Jnr. Esq., to mention just in passing Mr. Polie,
in my ever expanding e-mails
that know no end but even if you had contacted Mr. Golden he would tell you
that my mother is not someone to take lightly;
“a worldly”
person is probably how he would describe this rather incredible “mother of 4”
even though Mr. Golden is “not wor.dly”
[sic] himself, a phrase he once used to describe my “significant
other”, the mother of tTOo.
I am prohibited by a court order in placing the pictures of
the children of Marie Dion Stewart on either my website or even as a hyperlink
but things should come to a head, at least get very interesting, when
Grubbygrub.com
becomes like NextraTerrestrial.com one of the, if not the most popular websites
on the planet. Mds,
like my mother,
could, however, run circles around Mr. Golden and his legion of supporters and
then sum,
hippos never to boot,
let alone throw stones at.
Kimberly, it is very important that we all maintain a sense of humor “otherweiss
” [sic]? I promise though not to digress in to what is in “stor.” [sic] for the eRaider boys.I am doing my very level best to take very deep breaths
these days hoping to become even more inspired about the endless possibilities
out there to solve the rather complex problems of the world. First though,
wouldn’t you agree, we have a responsibility to take care of one another
which I am assuming you fully support including holding the most outrageous,
even if they involve family members, fully accountable for their sins?
So what solutions do you offer folks when you choose to bury
your head in the sand to mention little of the problems of mixed signals,
nothing worse than a blank stare? You agree that kids first look up to their
parents in terms of what is right and wrong and if in fact their parents behave
poorly it is doubtful the kids will grow to be mighty and strong, things
becoming even more complicated when one or possibly both parents do one thing
and tell the kids to do differently, hypocrites to boot, wouldn’t you
agree? And why we have family court although you not only have to have bucks
but the stamina to hold out to the end.
Mr. Krinsk no doubt will tell you I am in rather good shape
although the kids know exactly how to keep me the best in check by making me
laugh a lot.
Now, if you cannot help broadcast the irrefutable evidence I
have of corruption at the highest levels of our State Government involving the
top dogs within the Democratic Party, aided and abetted by non-other than a
French Conglomerate, just one limb of the French Aristocracy who have quite a
penchant for committing atrocity after atrocity, perhaps you can help me with
the dilemma we now face as it relates to our Australian Stanley Rusella?
Earlier today a gentleman who breeds these birds called to
let us know that he would take “Cranky Franky”
off our hands. In all likelihood his days of flying free around the house
although now mostly he is in a rather large cage, a world apart from the cage
he was kept in while shut up in the dark of Dr. John Ben Stewart’s garage
before he got rescued by Dr. Stewart’s second ex-wife, who as you know by
now is both my “travel companion” and “significant
other” aka Marie Dion Stewart and Mds never one tTOo boot.
Our concern is that we really don’t how well he-she will be taken care of
once “it” becomes fair game?
Over the course of the past several days Cranky
Frank’s behavior has improved immeasurably. In fact he-she has been
singing non-stop all day now the most beautiful sounds, in stark contrast to
the high pitched air-raid
noises he brought with him when Mds salvaged him from her ex-husband’s
cluttered up to mention little once again of his darkened garage.
One of the many real estate brokers who
visited with us over the past several months sent me an e-mail last night
around the time I was just getting on to my Dukati, leaving Trophy’s in
La Jolla were the former president of Hang Ten International made an incredible
presentation of our “Stained-Grubbygrub.com” t-shirt concept that resulted
in
Edythe
Caulfield, however, makes some rather interesting points wouldn’t you
agree?
By the time I got over to the restaurant to meet with the
“owner of the house”, i.e. Mds, she and her brother and his friend
who have been enjoying our incredible weather, a
far cry from the folks shivering
in C
Cranky Franky just flew right in
to the area just left of this
hyperlink having been scared by the trash removal trucks which should have
come through yesterday and I promise also not to digress in to the
“trash” business Mr. Krinsk indicated when we last met I might be
able to help him with but please let me know how you are doing with separating
your recyclables from your trash?
Mds just mentioned something about Cranky Franky “saving his feathers” versus saving his
skin to mention little of their being “no skin off my teeth” if you
choose to ignore my response to your non-response
and I doubt I have to explain to you what is meant by “skin in the game?”
Interesting wouldn’t you agree that Smith and Nephew
which recently acquired a pharmaceutical company high up on Torrey
Pines that is in the “skin business”” used to be one of my
mother’s multi-national
conglomerate clients
and the last thing I want is to come across as a broken record although you
might find some of the stuff my mother advocated some 50 odd years ago quite revealing, at least it may
bring more than a smile to your face, not to suggest that you don’t have
the most beautiful natural smile although at times I think it might help if you
placed a mirror just to the side of the news desk much like what Mds provided her father
when he visited a few months back to help him overcome the embarrassment of
food particles sticking to his chin, his excuse of having suffered a stroke or
tTOo more than
what may be in store for you should in fact folks like 60 Minutes decide to run
with my Perfect Storm III.
On the other hand, having assisted Mds with clipping Cranky Franky’s nails earlier in the day, an experience that
was more dramatic for me than the bird, although the blood “splattering”
could have the animal control folks visiting once again, I now need a break.
Every so often I may exaggerate especially when it comes to
seeing even a speck of blood but
it would be folly to assume that you can blow me off with what amounts to
nothing more than a high pitched volley. Did I mention to you when we first met
that I won first place and received a cup in the very tennis tournament I ever
entered? Well if not, you may possibly read about it in my “next best seller”
[sic] M
Another point of fact is that besides for a “joke”
[sic] in The Weekly Marketeer and a few published
comments in a newspaper or two I have yet to publish even a short-story let
alone a “best
seller.” Based, however, on the reaction of my e-mail list which you
will undoubtedly soon realize is very much a statistically valid sample
representative of the world’s population, my expressions, mathematically
induced, would not be regarded by any mathematician of note, as being much of a
stretch.
Eventually, just like you, I believe everyone will come
around, more so those with a heavy workload, as you know if you have a job to
do, do the smart thing and give it to the busiest person, so what is your
excuse?
I have to hand it to you that you at least had the courage to put forth your best without first going through your managing editor. Please feel free “tTOo leT
” [sic] your former boss, JW August of the ABC Network affiliate that I say hello; point being you folks are anything but competitors, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Nicholas Johnson, a former chairman of the FCC who is also on my e-mail list.