From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: Sandy M.
Subject: Re: Sunset Party
Sandy -
thank you for not only showing up and adding to the wonderful flavor of the
gathering but your assistance in the "dirty business"
of cleaning up fitted in rather well with my concept of Bottoms Up Schooling, the problems of the world
having nothing to do with race, color, religion, possibly just a little
"byte" [sic] of economic opportunism, primarily if not exclusively,
poor parental religious teaching, cleanliness no doubt one of the closest
things to G-odliness, those able to do with less relying on their wits and
ingenuity, not necessarily "first in line" at least not this time
around, nothing quite like watching a pig at the trough, getting fattened up
for the slaughter house, agree?
On the
way to dropping the kids off at their respective schools earlier before heading
back to the Party House we passed our friend Helen
who was walking her son Thor to school sumthing she does each and every day the
walk from Marie's previous home on Barbados Way to the Del Mar Hills Elementary School
not more than 10 minutes assuming you are like
It has
taken me sum too days to fully recover, not that I overate drinking just half a
glass of champagne and no more than a couple sips of wine bearing in mind that
Mr.
Please
understand that while writing this email which based on the mathematics I was
teaching JoNathan just be4 we headed out the door could approach sum 15,000
words, all part of my Next Symposium, getting people to think differently, most
importantly, that they learn to stand on their own too feet from the earliest
of ages, the need to be our own m
I am
loathe to either interfere in someone else's business which includes teaching
someone sumthing without first being asked even when it comes to a subject I
know a thing or too about, JoNathan's mother, however, being quite the math
wizard although she too is not sumone who wears her credentials on her lapels
and of course when one is constantly in the nude pinning something on is not
only painful but it can be darn right
distracting, taste very much in the eye of the beholder, observing people's
reaction is sumthing I pay attention to, always looking though for the right
opening, careful to offend unless I have exhausted all other avenues and the
individual has provided me with sufficient evidence to consider them less than
trustworthy in which case in the words of Marie, ".
We often
hear the expression that "everything is a matter of perspective"
which pretty much allows anyone with less than half a brain to make excuse
after excuse for their poor behavior and then when having exhausted the
audience they then break out in gest, my focus for sum
being to hold folks "in check" the sooner the better by calling them
on their "error"
be4 they get to
far ahead, thinking that they would sumhow be able to get me to follow them as
they start to go around in circles, my knowledge of a number of things,
however, in this area of lets just call Absent Parenting Disease perhaps a
little better than the average Blow Joe, avoiding at all cost getting caught up
in someone else wake and remember we may only use up to 20% of our brainpower
which on a pie chart would equate to 72 degrees, in which case we are down to
sumwhere in the region of 36 degrees.
Today's
"wake up" call began with Danielle's alarm going off at 6:00AM PST
and a short while later I was on the beach with the too dogs breathing in the
fresh oshon swept air while doing a good number of push ups, followed by sum
Pilate stretches ending with a handful of quick sprints such that by the time I
was back at 227 27th street I was in the mood for a series of mental gymnastics
and lo and behold JoNathan provided me with the perfect opening.
It began
with him telling Marie and “I” [sic] how there
is this "connection" between writing zero thru nine like this:
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
and then
alongside these numbers another column but in reverse so that it looks like
this
09
18
27
36
45
54
63
72
81
90
and of
course one doesn't have to know much more than the 9 times table to see how
well this all fits together which then had me suggesting to JoNathan that he
examine all whole numbers and after transposing them then
deduct the transposed number from the original number, the first example I gave
was the integer 20 and 20 minus 2 equals 18.
The next
number I suggested was 27 which when subtracted from 72 equals 54 and from that
point forward one could go in a variety of different directions, the most
important point being to see what "patterns" develop, my making the
final point that when one stops seeing patterns one is essentially
"done."
Now the
fact that Marie who was watching the time pass by concerned about Danielle most
of all, being late for Torrey Pines High School, did not interrupt me during
this second tutorial I have ever given was quite telling, i.e. that sum of the
things I have been mentioning as of late particularly how well kids
have been responding to my quest that they "get with the program" and
not let anyone "interfere with their sequencing" that there is more
and more reason to believe that each one of us has a "preordained"
purpose in life, a predisposition if you will, the choices rather simply, do
good or evil, "Number", as Pythagoras
said, "is the essence of all things, good or evil."
Marie
has never read really any of my writings, perhaps too emails of mine over all
the time we have been together going on a decade, a couple of years back my
once suggesting when JoNathan was having just a little difficulty with a
simultaneous equation he consider viewing the problem in terms of going
"backwards & forwards" resulted in her almost going off "the
deep
end" despite JoNathan's reaction after solving the problem, "Gee, you
are smart", Marie's concern that I might end up confusing JoNathan who was
being taught the prescribed way of doing things by the fukukta government
sponsored educational programming which in my mind resembles the type of learning
that resulted in the pogroms
where Jews were slaughtered en masse being repeated almost to perfection during
the Holocaust.
And of
course during the course of explaining to both kids that "we are living on
borrowed time" although I didn't use that exact expression I naturally
brought up the subject of both Prime Numbers as well as Perfect Numbers one of
the 4 that I am aware of being 28=14+7+4+2+1 and the other three 6=3+2+1, 496=1
+ 2 + 4 + 8 + 16 + 31 + 62 + 124 + 248 and 8128=1 + 2 + 4 + 8 + 16 + 32 + 64 +
127 + 254 + 508 + 1016 + 2032 + 4064.
And I
couldn't help myself by repeating something I have spelled out a number of
times to these kids in addition to mathematics being perhaps the most precise
of languages, although Hebrew could be even more precise if such a thing were
possible, most Jewish people knowing that the sages from biblical times have
professed that the entire Old Testament could be converted into numbers which
has in my opinion served a number of good purposes, first it has kept a whole
number of dysfunctional Jewish people off the streets as they go about laboring
such problem solving and second it has prevented their being more uprising
against the Jewish people for the problem of overpopulation could most
certainly not be attributable to any Jewish person I know of other of course
Professor Doctor Rabbi Abner Weiss, my family's
closest friend who has gone missing ever since I began to question him more on
what he failed to do in "mitigating" the suffering of the 40+ million
indigenous peoples of South Africa during Nationalist Nazi Party rule spanning
sum 40+ years, the Apartheid policies more than simply a blemish.
Now I
didn't strip down to my underwear to show both kids that I happen to have a
very large birth mark on my right
thigh much like what we are told about Pythagoras, mine being more like a
"water mark" rather transparent unless I am exercising hard when it
becomes quite red looking, interesting wouldn't you agree that the color of
blood is red which against a white background shows up rather well as opposed
to when Black people bleed, now this is not something I read about in Mr.
Kitchener's The Covenant although it would seem to me to be as good a reason to
enslave black people as the words "Let the black be the hewer of wood and
bearer of water" [sic] my not knowing at this time the exact gobbledygook
that was professed by those looking for justification of their evil acts
while wanting to enjoy the good life.
I did
however, remind the kids about another rather important "play on
numbers" by Pythagoras that the number 10 can be reached by adding
1+2+3+4, just this past Saturday as JoNathan and I headed back to The Cave to pick up
my butternut squash soup I had prepared the day before for our Saturday Sunset
Party, storing it the Cave's refrigerator, JoNathan pointed out that the mail
box outside my friend Anne L. Millers residence was 321 and that
moments be4 he saw the address on a building that reads 1234.
Not
everyone knows that Pythagoras was born about 569 BC in Samos, Ionia and died
about 475 BC but those folks knowing me a little better than the rest on my
email list which is a statistically valid representative sampling of the
world's population know that I have spent a little more time, at least this go
around, on the "green island"
of Samos than the
average Joe Blow, my Annie George, who "covered" 4
me on more than one occasion during the 5 years perhaps to the day that I
"ran" Insurance Marketing Services [IMS] a
marketing-publishing company that specialized as you may have guessed in the
insurance industry, if my life depended on it I couldn't tell you the very
first thing about what insurance coverages you should or shouldn't have but I
would be equally certain that there isn't a single human being on this planet
who understands the "big picture" of how this "rigged"
industry actually operates, an industry that reflects both the very best and
worst of human nature.
My
decision to "get out of the closet" at this time having much to do
with the unacceptable level of "chaos" in the market
place, the insurance industry pretty much "dovetailing" everything
else going on, at least in so far as the so-called First World is concerned,
and when once considers how co-dependant the 3rd World has become, G-D only knows
what happened to the 2nd World, perhaps not enough of us died during the
Holocaust, my having now spent a lifetime trying to understand a whole number
of things, and remember again, whole numbers are integers, and just about
anyone I know schooled in basic mathematics knows that integers are both
"real and imaginary" although Marie, who has far more formal math
training than me, had not, more likely than
not being able to solve both algebra and geometry problems much quicker than me
given my lack of formal knowledge of some of the basic elements, my having
decided at a rather young age, around 13, the time of Barmitzvah
to simply "tune out" not bothering to listen to the teachers or the
principals, biting though my tongue, just this morning Danielle showing us how
she bit her lower lip 3X yesterday, knowing that they were "bought and
paid 4" by the "ruling elite" who despite us Jewish people told
the importance of questioning our leadership, us knowing more about the
"clay feet" of leaders than we do their strengths, when it came to
living in the "real world" where peoples were being oppressed for no
other reason than the color of their fricken skin, better to keep quiet and
stay alive than speak out and remove all doubt as to how my body could be put
tu good use in a 'practical' for medical students, the actual phraseology as u
may know is,
"Tis better to
keep quiet and let people think you to be a fool than to speak out and remove
all doubt."
Back in
1972 at the height of the Apartheid
regime my eldest brother wrote a poetry book, picking up the pieces of
yourself, containing those very "practical"
words in his blank verse Once Proud
a reference to the experimentation done on people who fell into the category of
non-white.
You will
notice if you go to my one website, www.nextraterrestrial.com and click through
to page 17 a cutting from a South African Newspaper detailing Dr. Death, a
physician who worked for these remnants of the Nazi War Machine using just like
the SS their "fare share" of Jewish Capos who kept the Jewish
populace in check and of course the trains running on time.
Last
night at exactly 6:36PM PST an Amtrak
passenger train passed by our street doing no more than 20 miles per hour
perhaps a whole lot less my being simply fixated on how incredibly fortunate we
are here on this section of 27th street to be able to hear, feel,
and listen to this incredibly awesome sound although I wish they would play
more original music as they did the other morning causing Marie+I
to wake up with even bigger smile than what
is customary, to mention little of how equally meaningful are the sound of the
waves which to a large extent camouflage the noise coming from Interstate 5
perhaps less than a couple of miles away, certainly as the crows fly, my still
not quite getting over the story Marie told me the other how she was lounging
about in our upstairs bedroom when she saw an crow swoop down and pluck a rat
right out of the palm tree that borders our too properties.
Be4 I
forget, on the back of my brother's first publication, the second titled,
"Cunning Linguist" are several
great blank verses, the one I like most, however, is
The power of a tear
As it mauls your cheek
Can leave a scar so deep
That misery forms a pool for you to
drown in
Perhaps
though the too which draws the most attention are
Great
Minds
Never
Think
And
REVOLUTION
The serfs up!
Just be4
heading out the door this morning my knowing that I had got thru tu both these too kids who due to no fault of
their own carry more than their "fair share" of baggage, fortunately
or unfortunately, depending on one's point of view, there being, however,
absolutely no doubt in my mind that they would be better off at this time if
their biological father who I refer to as Dr.
"Sperm
Donor" JBS, a pathologist at the Sharp Medical Institution for the
brain dead, were tu decide to either retire permanently to "St Paul,
Misery" [sic] where for all I know he would have been a whole lot better
off being born, raised, and ultimately dying in a stable, or simply by
continuing to act recklessly my assisting him in accomplishing the almost
impossible which is to commit suicide and not violate the law, that by him
simply embracing the strokes heaped down on him he will just collapse, us then
putting him in the most expensive casket available under the “son” [sic], preserving though his organs as best we can so
that our maker will not mistake this rascal of a human being with that rat
whose intestines I assume were spread all over the neighborhood, my though
having a pretty good sense that even if the Sperm Donor were to have his
attorney Mr. George "Money Talks" Hurst Esq. arrange for him tu be
cremated our Lord will have the resources to still interpret the data and if
not given the fact that I intend to die the richest person ever in the grave, I
will give our incredible Lord a loan or tTOo, expecting though a good return on
my money as I pass "go" on my next go around.
I played
Clue for the very first time this Sunday morning with Marie and JoNathan and
suffice to say I "sucked" the process of elimination finding out who
killed who with what instrument and in what room one of the most boring
exercises I have done in my entire life, give me monopoly any day which now
brings me to the point of discussion we had last evening about why alternative
environmentally responsibly energy sources are not being pursued as rigorously
as the scientific community suggest we should, the answer being in a nutshell,
"Ant-Trust", i.e. those who violate perhaps the most important
trading rules who operate nothing short of monopolies, creating "moving
targets" in what is commonly referred to in this "gladiator
sport" as "unfair trade practices" which allows the likes of
OPEC, the oil Cartel, very much allied with the automobile industry who are
heavily invested in fossil fuel burning combustion engines, to keep adjusting
the price of oil which has been driving our economies since the Industrial
Revolution now almost into oblivion, such that when someone begins to show
promise on a competing technology the price of oil is reduced just enough to
scare the living daylights out of such folks who often just collapse in to
another heap of tears or if they find a decent business broker sell their
technology, their patents to the "highest bidder" the number of
bidders getting smaller and smaller as the number of Anti-Trust players get
bigger and bigger, eventually the whole system becoming so unstable what we
will end up with is nothing short of a Black Hole.
I happen
to have a pretty grasp of Chaos Theory which
combined with knowledge of the rather precise working of the cosmos best
illustrated in Einstein's General Relativity Theory, the summary math equation
just about any literate person can recite, E=mc², a handful only of the top
physicists on the planet really able to understand the ingenious mathematics
produced by a Mr. Grossman that greatly facilitated Einstein getting his
"Jew" [sic] Mr. Einstein, in my opinion, so wanting to "kiss
up" primarily to the media, his glowing under the spotlight contributing
in no small measure, again just my opinion, to his inability to "balance out" this
remarkable equation, his failure tho to
embrace Quantum Mechanics, going backwards and forwards that which "makes
cents" [sic] in the "forward" direction making at least equal
sense in reverse, as in "my expression";
EmanANDdog.com
One of a
hundred odd websites I happen to own and of course even if you were to throw www.
ahead of what reads in reverse, don't;
MOC.godDNAname
nothing
other than an error of sorts will appear.
Due to
the fact that I cannot while using the house's desktop computer which houses
Marie's email account insert hyperlinks I am not only saving you a whole lot
"clicking" which could take you all the way to "hell and
back" and of course you would most assuredly know that hell is only here
on earth but in so doing reducing the possibility of you getting mad at me for
not placing up on my pfd website directory a photo taken of you and Mary, the
photos though that I did take mostly at around the time the midnight blue crowd
showed almost as telling as Marie's "green room" nude, and let me
just tell you that Marie in the nude is at least as good as what the painting
depicts and all you would not need to take my word on it, simply ask Ms. Kathy
Murry who was not invited to the party, Ms. Murry having decided that it
was in her best interests to side with Marie's former husband in what came down
to what for Marie and I was nothing short of a "life or death" decision
handed out by a very fair judge in the form of Judge Hendrix in a criminal
court proceeding held a year ago this past October 24th.
I have
been writing about these events for sum time now in an effort to empower not
only spouses like Marie who are very trusting, never though tu underestimate
the willpower or patience of an Indian, although
Marie is French C
Now of
course it helps that Marie has someone a little more artistic and a whole lot
better teacher like Sebastian Capella who along with his number one assistant
Raye Ann Marks are "necessarily evils"
in helping Marie find her way to the "promised land."
You must
understand that Marie has to be the most irreligious person you could possibly
meet other than me, assuming of course you were to have met me be4 I came to
terms with all the necessary proof I needed to know without a shadow of a doubt
that G-D, however, one were to define, Him-Her, not only exists but watches
ever so carefully each and every one of our moves.
Which
brings me to another guest who did not show up at our party, everything
important existing in "negative space" where just like in Deep Space
matter and anti-matter cancel one another out so it is when it comes to each
one of us having the "free will" to execute "His-Her will."
Nothing
stimulates me more than the toughest of challenges, the easiest being dealing
with absolute non-believes my ability to provide a great deal of circumstantial
evidence for the continued existence of G-D now has me turning the table on
these nincompoops and saying,
"Lets just accept for the moment that G-D exists, the
math and physical evidence, particularly the fact that some of the greatest
astrophysicists alive today are beginning to question a whole number of notions
'cast in stone' including whether the speed of light is a constant, we know of
course just by seeing diffraction in water that light passing through water has
a 'shifting effect' and so on and so on, and so instead lets argue the point
that G-D does NOT exist and when you
are finished taking your fricken deep breath then lets get into the discussion
of defining truth,
And then when you have taken an even bigger fricken deep
breath tell me your name, not that you should name God DNA but just tell me that you are doing ok, and of course I
have a KnockOut dog which appears on my Mini Cooper S's back license plate,
from right to left, OK GOD,
So you are not yet convinced who you are and what purpose
you have here on this planet other than it all being about you, as in 'me, me,
me' then how about simply saying the 4 words, 'I am a nincompoop’
And so you don't like the number 4 then without looking in
your rear view mirror to c how things shift around in a 'mirrored environment'
the number 4 looking a whole lot like half the infinity sign not that you
should go and purchase an Infinity SUV,
And G-D knows not a sub, our ability to track just about
everything and everyone these days pretty much axiomatic, such a word may not
be appropriate in this setting but I just happen to like the ax part, my having
just recently renewed www.axcerlerator .com with a whole bunch of other
websites geared toward getting morons such as yourself to think differently to
go beyond yourself and your own flesh and blood,
So what if we then simply reduced it to 'I am dumb' or what
about 'I am' remember now I am simply suggesting things knowing full well that
intellectuals never like to be told anything thinking they are so smart that
they can work it out all on their own, again it is their own genius responsible
for their formal education interfering with their learning, which now has me
handing over this dialogue to you the birdbrain to let each and every one of us
serfers on this planet go about hearing you define the word 'truth'
And remember just one further thing at this time and that
has to do with the fact that sound as we know it can only be heard in a non-vacuum
environment such as within the atmosphere of Space Ship earth which to the best
of my knowledge is hurtling through space at sum 178,000 miles per hour, not
quite as fast as a ball bouncing 5 meters high capable in a matter of 2 seconds
to travel sum 600 million meters, the speed of light in a vacuum environment
most would agree at this time traveling at sum 300,000 kilometers per second,
that sumhow the most important expression in the Old Testament besides for how
it begins, "In the beginning, blah blah" clearly not written by
someone schooled properly in English, us English knowing full well that one
never begin a sentence with a proposition, is
'Hear O
Ad you would agree that in terms of who was the very first
scientist most scientists would agree it was Pythagoras, so dam smart to
surround himself with women, be4 heading into oblivion, and then back again, no
one really sure what's next, but of course I cannot really tell you for certain
that you are a moron because only each us of us knows 4 certain who we are,
those of us of course who are not brain dead, I can only suggest who u r and
the rest is up to u, to either embrace the words, "I am" and place
after whatever u think u are, for example if you think you are a great lover
then simply say, "I am a great lover" and then provide us with all
your references
On the other hand if you were to say 'I am a moron' I would
take great pride in assisting you in gathering such evidence
If you were to say,
'I am beat, not that I am planning on masturbating at this
time my penis having shriveled up to essentially nothing, just stop beating me
over the head, your words are killing me'
I would respond in kind just as I would to that moron Dr.
'Sperm Donor' JBS et al including Mr. King Golden Jnr. Esq,
‘Apologize right this very moment, first to your kids for
telling them that I am crazy, especially after Judge Hendrix issued his ruling
that showed u as u are nothing but a deranged human being, a coward who thought
that his Godly credentials, taking his 10 year old down to the courtroom on of
all days, September 11th 2002, the first anniversary of the most recent Wall
Street Massacre hoping to distract the authorities from your heinous crime,
And then get down on your hands and knees before spreading
yourself very thin, you big fat slob, and beg for forgiveness from my Marie for
your wicked sins letting her know first of all at the time you committed your
foul act that had a whole number of folks thinking that I had raped both your
and Marie's daughter that she was at risk for losing both her kids who she has
nurtured ever so right from the start, most of all deciding after seeing how
you treated women that she could not see her newborn JoNathan raised in such a
vile 'pigsty' pigs a whole lot more respectable though,
And then after coughing up 'big time' to then contact
Marie's French C
'I will still have to face my maker for the sins I have
committed against G-D but I am duty bound to seek forgiveness for the sins I
have committed against my fellow human being beforehand, and my sins against
you the Dion family not only the fact that I abused your trust when breaking
the vows of our marriage to protect this incredible woman who was clearly a
gift from G-D to make up for the miserable parents who allowed me to treat them
like pieces of shit, but for the fact that in my second declaration, which just
like the first declaration which was signed 'under penalty of perjury' I
declared before the courts as well as before the
Not that any of you should forget that in the first
declaration that resulted in a Temporary Restraining Order [TRO] being placed
against this innocent man, Gary S. Gevisser, I made baseless and insidious
assertions despite knowing that the two children I have fathered, were shown
only love and care by Mr. Gevisser, he being far more of a father than I have
ever shown, my only wanting them to be my friends because of the fact that I am
so incredibly selfish that I don't know how to make friends,
Just rather good at co-opting others to shoot my poison
tipped arrows
And finally should you be so gracious as to allow me to rise
although if you were to take out your handpicked guillotine and chop off my
head I would fully understand, both JoNathan whose name I will from this day
forward always spell with a capital N, and Danielle, are the two children that
I am aware of, the possibility existing that my first wife, there being only
one other wife that I can think of at this time, may have in fact got pregnant
and rather than have another child or too wonder aimlessly in this world my
first wife may very well have decided to simply smother them at birth my being
so focused on my personal consumption, her pregnant body perhaps sending a
signal to my warped brain that I was leaving her too much grocery money
And yes I am a nincompoop, and since I eat so little these
days, if you were to simply give me absolution I will
avoid having to go poop right now saving a whole bunch of toilet paper.’"
Sandy,
earlier today I received a call from San Diego Gas and Electric, wanting me to
call this number 800-411-7343, the possibility existing that they want me to
pay the gas and electric bill for our rock cabin that was recently saved, our
home away from home along with the 40 odd other mountain cabins in the area of
Pine Creek just north of Pine valley being apparently the "line in the
sand" where the courageous firefighters decided "enough was
enough" by the time the 100 mile wall of fire got to our very special spot
the resources both men, women and equipment had been properly assembled, there
being a whole number of coincidences.
And of
course you would know the answer to how many coincidences does it take before
it is no longer a co-incidence, especially if like me you know for a fact that
there is no such thing as coincidences simply making good decisions, women
perhaps a whole lot better than men in this category which involves a very democratic process, not
tu be confused with the Democratic Party which their poster boy Poli-Pollak
contends does not exist, the skillsets of multi-tasking quite critical versus
"executing efficiently" a much more autocratic process where men with
their "single dimensional" thinking are more in tune, the two though
going hand-in-hand, one without the other leading to a whole set of far more
complex problems which I would encourage you to have me leave for another day,
remembering though that folks like me live each day as though it were my last,
my quite upset with myself that I have while pondering the ways to go about
expressing myself in a way that each and every literate person on this planet
can understand has led me to be sumwhat tardy,
Naturally,
I have enough resources left even if having to fork over a buck here and there
to our Lord for my the executors of my estate to make good on all my
outstanding obligations, my intellectual property, in the hands of those I
trust the most, creating a sufficient "pull" effect that would bring
this world into much needed balance.
At
12:14PM I received a call from my friend Carton who couldn't make the party,
Carlton like sum of the others who couldn't make I can assure you will not miss
the party we will be having in the spring whether or not my lights get taken
out.
Which
brings me to the call I had yesterday at 2:32 PM PST lasting 3 minutes and 26
second, Mr.
Mr. Krinsk was
already quite sickly when we met on Wednesday spending Saturday in a hotel room
in Beverly Hills, back though yesterday in his office in downtown San Diego
preparing to leave today I think he said for Thanksgiving with his family in
Florida while looking forward to a couple of emails from me that are set to
place the law firm of Finkelstein and Krinsk back on center stage, their
business of going after Wall Street crooks although rather lucrative gets a
little boring after a while much like "shooting fish in a barrel" but
I have "news" for them that before "hanging up their
gloves" and moving aggressively forward in to the area of
"Anti-Trust" riding the coattails of the Federal Government, our
Government doing at least one thing right, there is just one more rather
important assignment for them and should they choose like Milberg Weiss Bershad
Hynes and Lerach to "walk away" from this "battle of
battles" I will be more than a little upset, bearing in mind though the
biggest player in this field i.e. MWBHL has
demonstrated once again its "clay feet."
With
that said the possibility exists that
It is
now going on 3:00 PM PST and I am once again on a roll very possibly not even
having enough time to spell check this email, and although I was not on the
prowl selling my book M
Nothing
in my opinion quite like great art along with better than average wine, good
blah blah tu stimulate creativity, our creator and sum friends all that is
needed in having both a happy and prosperous life, this time round, agree?
Nothing
of course can be perfect, even the circumference of a circle limited by Pi, 22
divided 7 going on ad-infintum, 3.1428571 recurring, missing just the whole
number 6, 3.1428571 which when added together 3+0+1+4+2+8+5+7+1=31 although not
a Perfect Number like 6 or 28, its divisible parts when combined equaling the
sum of its parts, the whole number 31 when transposed, as in 13 and subtracted
from one another, the difference is 18 which when divided by 3 gives us 6,
there being currently approximately 6.3
billion of us on this planet at this time, and again there are few who would
disagree that we are all on "borrowed time," remembering also that
whole numbers, i.e. integers are both "real and imaginary".
And so
the options facing us are in my opinion, "slim and none" and of
course there is a need for sum of us more so than others tu begin slimming
down, you and your housemate Mary looking at least to me tu be at each of your
"Perfect Fighting" weight, the other option is that the next "go
around" will take a whole lot longer given the fact the universe from our
perspective is expanding at an increasing rate, i.e. the learning curve will be
that much longer, the likes of those who follow say in the footsteps of
Einstein having to wait a whole lot longer to prove out their theories of how
the cosmos actually works, quite a shame when one thinks about it given the
fact that we have all the evidence we need, again this is my opinion of how
everything works both in terms of the cosmos, that which we can see being less
than perhaps 5% of the entire universe and what takes place at the subatomic
level, the "Hand of G-D" everywhere, shifts occurring everywhere, my
having at this time sum difficulty with the shift button, the new keyboard on
our home computer slowing me down considerably.
An
amazing thing this sound phenomenon which as I said be4 can only be heard
within a non-vacuum environment such as Spaceship Earth, this so-called Doppler
effect perhaps first associated with moving trains although I don't know 4
certain is very much like the Red Shift effect that tells us the universe is
expanding away from us at an accelerating rate to the point that with each
passing tick of the clock the distance of the stars that we see in the distance
is constantly getting fainter at more than a constant rate, and so instead of
interpreting sound waves which is what the Doppler Effect is all about the Red
Shift measures light waves, the different size wave lengths very telling of
many things including most importantly that we are not alone, the mind of G-D,
quite awesome revealing itself in so many different ways and forms, no one
single wave in the ocean like the one before or after forcing us to think ever
so carefully.
By going
"backwards" all the way until we get tu Pythagoras who was the first
tu say, "This plus this equals that" his Right Angle Triangle Proof
Theorem taking superstition and mysticism for the very first time out of the equation, and
then "forwards" all the way to the Digital Age as in 10, 01 and so
forth, and then in "reverse" as "insisted" on by Quantum
Mechanics, Pythagoras' breakdown of 10=1+2+3+4 saying everything that was
needed in terms of the Digital Age bearing down on us, time being relative, our
time each time around relatively short especially if one is say a fruit fly,
agree?
Before I
fly, just like a painting begins with a blank canvas or chess board with its
pieces or a soccer team with its players all in position so I suspect it was
and is with the master of master painters having over time perfected the
universe, each time getting better requiring less and less brush strokes,
giving critical review as opposed to telling someone each time, time and again
exactly what to do having the sense to know that no one likes to be told what
to do especially creative people who are truly in touch with their spirituality
who have m
Kids,
like anyone learning the ways of the world not only want the truth but more
importantly when coming to grips with the fact that one cannot make up for lost
time, eventually work out for themselves just like our Frostbite Soccer team
did this past Saturday when they experienced 3 humiliating defeats there being
nothing gained by "sugar coating", making pitiful excuses for the
lack of teamwork, nothing quite like an individual "lagging behind"
as a result of having either not prepared themselves adequately making certain
that they got a good night sleep ahead of time
on the
other end of the spectrum a "greedy" player who cares only about
being the number one scorer on the team, both type individuals doing nothing
more than neutralizing the "thrust" resulting in a
"standstill" situation, all 3 opposing teams winning "fair and
square" not a single player on any one of their opponents any where near
as good as our top 5 players who are at this stage of the game not quite as
good as some of their peers on other teams we have played against, beating handsomely.
How it
comes about that ugly duck
looking people like myself end up with the best looking and SMARTEST women in
the world has everything to do with how we look at the world never taking
ourselves to seriously willing to not simply "poke fun at
ourselves" but willing to bear the brunt that comes with attacking
so-called conventional wisdom.
We
should always be willing to test ourselves to the limit knowing that one still
has to deal with the basics including doing stuff like taking out the garbage
every fricken Monday while always looking for the positive yesterday in
particular exercising both my muscles and vocal cords trying to stay in harmony
with the moving garbage truck, train passing by at the end of the street while
also listening for the sound of the waves coming off the oshon.
The
reaction to our Sunset Party invitation was as interesting as those who
attended to mention little of those who failed tu show up, no doubt the lack of
parking contributing to us only getting sum 100 odd people coming in starting
out as in the case of John Pollard sum 10 minutes before "kick off"
time at 3:30 PM PST.
One
person thought that "no one" would show up in fear of being
"kidnapped" and another older kid pointed out that I needed tu
improve my spelling that the word "ocean" is not spelled
"oshon" which is exactly how "ocean" sounds in English
regardless of how close the spelling "ocean" is to the French word,
the French as far as I am concerned should stay put in Paris, that is the
French French, improve their rhetoric as well as their place in history and
most all stop with the absolute garbage they put out trying to impress tourists
with the fact that not only have they stolen the most, supported more havoc
throughout the world than any nation I am aware of, blah blah, nothing more
irritating, at least to me, hearing them say,
"Now this
priceless piece of art was a gift from this King blah blah"
And of
course we must continue each and every day to say our thanks to the C
Which
brings me full throttle back to the full frontal nude painting of Marie in full
view of everyone as they entered the living room which is as you know is the
entrance to the house, her Green room lady positioned just to the left of
Sebastian's one masterpiece, depicting the Roman
Coliseum built sum 200 years before Christ in Sagunto Spain, a spot where
he used to play as a kid, this painting, not Marie's, being responsible for
causing nothing short of a revolution recently in Spain when the Supreme Court
of this one ally of the United States denounced the former socialist government
who had encased this amazing ancient relic in marble so as to give the
"proletariat" a "better view" of what it was like to watch
a show in ancient times and of course it was only the friends and supporters of
those in power, much like people such as
4 a
number of different reasons I chose not tu be very vocal during the 3rd and
last game of Frostbite's pitiful performance wanting to see if the kids had
picked up enough from my too tutorials and my simple command from the sidelines
to those in the defensive positions to "get up", my disappointment
soon though turned to ecstasy once I heard our JoNathan explaining to me what
went wrong,
And of
course the possibility exists that a whole number of other players on the team
were also able to gauge for themselves the importance of being able to judge
for oneself, the epitome of being a professional, when just too players or even
just one individual can spoil everything for everyone else, the need though
again for people to know the truth is what sets them free to fly high.
And before
I say, "Time to fly" let me finish off a couple of thoughts I have
about how much this world of ours particularly in the 3rd world is all about
"show" even our museums all about money and promotion the best
artists not necessarily the ones getting all the attention, the Digital Age
though about tu turn these folks' world upside down, the likes of Sebastian
Capella, Raye Ann Marks et al, just hours away in the "space of time"
from getting their "fair due" there being quite a "twist"
taking place and nowhere is it more apparent than at the 4 corners of the
earth.
It takes
quite an imagination to picture such an event but then again we may on average
use no more than 20% of our brain no different to what we know about the
overall universe our knowledge of the universe perhaps 20% of that, probably
less than 5%, but our ability to extrapolate based upon empirical evidence
allows at least sum of us to gauge rather accurately the "turn of
events" not always being able to explain at the time, exactly why and why
the need to keep going back & forwards until we filter out the
"noise".
There is
so much noise everywhere about us these days, a soccer field a rather good
illustration of the best and the worst of human nature, the very best coaches
empowering the kids to become their own bosses to work as a team being able
though to explain in simple terms what it means when we say things like,
"the sum of the parts is more than the individual" knowing when tu
pause, when tu invite feedback, and most all not feeling the need to scream
gobbledygook from the sidelines.
At the
break between the first and second game on Monday one of the mothers of one of
the more skilled soccer players on our team asked me to explain where things
had gone wrong and instead of telling her rather precisely that it was in fact
her son who was screwing up the rhythm of the entire team his selfishness only
fully revealing itself in that 3rd and final game when he began to lambast
other players on the team who were at this point simply "shell
shocked" from hearing her son berate them, I simply put it down to
"sleep deprivation."
My
failure to be honest with this woman who has only had the kindest of things to
say about me as assistant coach no doubt only wanting the best for her very talented
son, but not fully understanding his needs versus her wants, was rewarded by
her answer to me when I asked whether she had got the Sunset Party invitation I
sent out to all the parents of Frostbite, her response, "I thought it was
a joke" quite revealing.
If you
were to continue following my emails which I refer to these days as Next
Symposium you would get tu understand rather quickly how those in the
"pound seats" those who have usurped their limited authority are
either becoming deafeningly silent or in the case of Professor Aaron "BrownNose"
Brown imploding under his own weight.
It being
just a matter of time before more folks get on to our bandwagon realizing that
sum of us have rather important things to say including a way to actually go
about measuring our words which is not tu say we believe we are the only ones
with solutions to solving the problems of the world but if anyone else has
better solutions we are all ears.
There
are too elements, which bring down people, again just my opinion, and they are
greed and denial, one no worse than the other both equally devastating.
I have a
rather good track record of holding folks accountable without feeling the need
to be "in charge" realizing that there is nothing to be gained by
getting to far ahead of the crowd, that history has a way of treating the
"bearers of bad news" perhaps like the "hewers of wood"
rather poorly, which is why I let Marie chop the wood, just kidding,
the need though now more than ever for folks to come to grips with how out of
control things have become that by continuing to sweep things under the
carpet they not only do those they think they are protecting ill service they
do themselves even greater damage since those that they seek tu protect may
have in fact been paying much more attention to what it is that folks like me
have to say and no where is it more apparent than my "dialogue" with
the son of Sebastian Capella, Rick Capella
who I believe has now decided to put his "foot to the pedal" pushing
"full steam ahead" in completing the work on his father's incredible
easel that began almost 2 decades ago.
Suffice
tu say that if you go on to the www.altavista.com website and do a search of my
name you will notice that some of my previous emails are being "pointed
to" which perhaps has something to do with why my one website
www.nextraterrestrial.com remaining on track to be the number one website on
the planet to mention in passing www.footsak.com, footsak being South African
slang for giving someone a "kick in the rear" nothing quite like
watching the interaction of a dog with either its owner or someone not really
"fully in touch."
Following
this email I will be communicating once again with Professor Brown on his
eRaider.com The Buck Stops Here lounge which will then be followed up at sum
point with a Mr.
My
intention is tu give folks like Mr. Doyle Esq just like I have been giving Mr.
George G. Hurst Esq the attorney for my wife's former husband a dose of their
own medicine.
Practice
makes perfect, never tu forget that doctors are in the business of practicing,
medicine.
Business
is in fact more art form than it is science but one aspect of business,
marketing, is very much scientific but folks like me although very well versed
in things such as focus groups blah blah know how important it is to be able to
make both good decisions and execute while on the fly, something inherent in
just about every sport, the game of soccer though with its ingenious offside
rule, to repeat, bringing out the very best and worst of human nature but a
good starting point in helping us to begin working towards building a New Tribe
and to hell with those hell bent on maintaining the status quo.
Which
brings me to my final point of this Next Symposium and that is the issue of so-called
"conspiracies."
Immediately
following the soccer tournament instead of returning directly to the beach
house I stopped off at what we refer to as The Cave, which is a converted
garage at the bottom of The Treehouse located just across from the Del Mar
Plaza opposite the
Marie
had arranged with a gentleman by the name of Bill, a fire victim who lost his
home and most if not all of his belongings in the Scripps Ranch area, to pick
up sum of our furniture being stored in The Cave.
Back in
the early 1980s after completing an assignment to help the McMillin Group of
Companies effectuate a "restructuring" Corky McMillin like many of
the other developers significantly impacted by the rising interest rates, I
became the financial project m
I did,
however, go out on occasion to check on things at Scripps Ranch since a lot was
resting on this particular project at the time, I think the number of dwellings
ranging from relatively small condominiums to rather large single-family
residences being in excess of 2,000 separate dwellings.
My
understanding is that the number of homes destroyed in Scripps Ranch numbered
around 350, Bill's home not, however, being built by McMillin Developments.
In fact
as best I recall it during year or so I was with the McMIllin Group because of
the need for McMillin to run a very "tight ship" I also took on the
responsibility as "controller" for a number of the McMillin family's
other entities all falling under the umbrella of a McMillin Holding Company although
I cannot recall specifically there being a so-called "Holding
Company" as in the case of the Sterling Holding Company recently involved
in a "big fish eats minnow" scenario that
is giving the most rapacious hostile takeover folks and their attorneys
commonly referred to as simple "Corporate Defense Attorneys" a severe
case of angina.
Suffice
to say that a couple of years after leaving McMillin I ended up in Los Angeles
first working with a maven in the fashion industry before immersing myself in
the insurance industry.
Since
arriving in the United States back in 1978 I have taken quite a journey of
criss-crossing the planet picking up a virus or too which nearly took my life,
saved by the bell by the a rather special physician Dr.
I don't
know if you got tu meet one of the elder
gentlemen who arrived fairly early with his son who is also a student of
Sebastian Capella, his father, a C
A few
years back my father once went through his logbooks with me, both books telling
everything about this great human being, my
My
father unlike this other pilot whose son was as proud of his father as I
am of mine has rarely if ever spoken about any one of his 71 operations dive
bombing enemy lines, fighter-bomber-pilots a breed apart from other pilots
given their death defying dive-bombing runs each and every time although this C
Just 3
days ago JoNathan completed the first draft of a story he was writing about his
French C
It so
happens that this C
Neither
my Dad nor Dwight were at the party, my father now living in Australia and my
having lost the telephone number of Mr. Kroesch whose D-Day story can be
accessed by clicking on to page 7 of nextraterrestrial.com website, again for
sum reason I am able to insert hyperlinks while using this desktop computer.
Getting
back to Bill who I thought would be rather happy to be getting Marie's solid
oak dining room table deciding instead to take in its place a pressed wood
mirrored dresser worth in my estimation no more than the cost of gasoline Bill
expended in coming all the way over from Scripps Ranch where I believe he is
now renting a spot, the price gouging going on by "economic
opportunists" rather awful, clearly though, such decrepit human beings will
get their "writeful share" [sic] although I see nothing wrong with
someone such as Bill setting up a website exposing these characters, certainly
it would be better time spent than making such a bad business decision, leaving
"on the table" at least $500 which is the amount of money one could
get for Marie's table in a "fire sale liquidation" a subject matter I
know a thing or too about although in the world of "corporate
restructuring" it is referred to as simply a Chapter 7 proceeding, a Chapter
11 being nothing short of a new "lease on life" as the creditors get
"rammed" the difference between a Chapter 11 and a Chapter 7 the same
as between "night and day" assuming you are part of the surviving
corporation.
How such
names came about is perhaps not as important as my focusing in on what makes a
kid turn into a dik, what causes folks supposedly born with all their faculties
to end up being nothing short of "brain dead" while still relatively
young.
Bill by
all appearances looks to be a successful businessman in the computer industry
doing business with other business people as far away as South Africa but I
couldn't have been bothered asking him exactly who because I was so intrigued
with the utter garbage that was coming out of his mouth wanting our Jonathan to
pay attention to this man who began his interaction with me on such a pitiful
footing.
Now of
course I was not about to make fun of this fellow as I would someone like Gary Glass
who married my very first girlfriend
how I am
going about picking apart the likes of Professor Brown or the Sperm Donor
seeing no difference between different shades of evil much like I don't see any
difference in the color of peoples skin other than some folks are either
lighter or darker skinned paying most of my attention to peoples' words and
actions,
And in
the business of SCALs [Shareholder Class Action Litigation] it is no less important
what you fail tu say than the garbage you spill forth in documents such as
Annual Reports or what is called 10Ks tu mention nothing more at this time
about 10-K1s other than tu say that the 10-K1 essentially gives m
Butt getting folks confused on the word
"gross" is the business of crafty attorneys, English as you know
ripped out of the Latin, one of the spiritual languages by politicians hell
bent on keeping the masses guessing, hoping against the odds of somehow making
it "big" mostly living their pitiful lives dreaming about having sex
with those they see "pinned up"
And of
course I know I never finished off my point about Marie's full frontal painting
to mention little of the different reaction it created amongst the eclectic
crowd to mention just in passing those who swung by around midnight,
particularly the 20
sumthing lady in blue followed by the 20 or so youngsters
from across the street who decided Marie and I along with David and his
entourage of very good looking women were cool enough, to mention ever so
briefly just one couple who didn't show up having received a personal phone
call from Marie, this couple once making quite the faux paux using our 14-year
old girl earlier this summer to send us a message that Marie and I were perhaps
"a little to cool" after we invited their daughter to join us on our
summer trip to Europe where their daughter would have had quite an amazing time
seeing places like the Châteaux Versailles and the Tower of London, never to
forget our Margaret's scones covered in Somerset cream with her own homemade
jam, Margaret the current m
So I
kept things with Bill on a very even keel wanting to make certain I understood
exactly what he meant when he began talking about this insurance industry
"conspiracy" whereby according to Bill and some folks having acquired
expertise from a similar fire up in the Oakland area of California, such
practice of "under insuring" properties is done to "mitigate their exposure, prevent the
insurance companies from going bankrupt."
Now when
one first hears such words they may in fact sound rather reasonable, especially
if they are coming out of the mouth of a middle aged white male, who is decent
looking, shaved, clearly wears underarm deodorant, and to many of us looking
for other signs of rot
such as a large wasteline, our Bill looked incredibly trim, something I have
begun to notice with Marie's former husband, Dr. "Sperm Donor" JBS
although I have yet to see this disgusting human with his shirt off, lately
that is,
And of
course while in his confession mode with the rest of the Dion family present I
see no reason why he shouldn't strip down tu his
birthday suit, agree?
A year
ago this past summer, however, when the Sperm Donor was showing our friend Paul
"how
to" surf just north of the north Torrey Pines State Reserve parking
lot, and I wont' get much into the area of "parking stock", an
illegal stock market practice which serves as nothing more than a distraction
for those who steal the most, a few folks getting caught here and there giving
the rest of the investing public nothing but a false sense of security, I got
tu see how incredibly big the Sperm Donor's stomach had got bearing in mind
that he is a pathologist during the day, sum 9 months of the year, leaving him
exactly how much time left to wreck havoc with his former wife and their too
kids, again that we know of, not sumhow finding the time to get in shape until
of course now after I have been poking fun at him, the result of him committed
nothing short of malicious fraud, again just my opinion, the evidence of his
wrongdoing, nothing short of overwhelming.
My
opinion is beginning to count more and more these days as I go about putting
the finishing touches to M
My
prose, as I once said before, is not as good as others but my command of logic
brought about by never ever ever letting anyone talk nonsense willing to
confront anyone whether it be the chairman and CEO of a
And of
course being rather short I know a thing or too about maintaining my balance
while thinking outside of the box, most of all having a sense of humor and of
course by holding those who commit foul acts "in check" I am able to
ponder things such as gravity while the rest of the fricken world goes around
in circles trying to catch their tales, running about with their heads chopped
off eventually as you would suspect losing control of their muscles most
importantly the muscle between their ears.
The
instant the brain is allowed to malfunction so the signals get mixed and the
ability to go "back & forth" becomes that much more difficult,
there being a silver lining however everywhere one just has to know where to
look, technology today allowing us without even having electrodes placed on our
skin to gauge not only what we are thinking but if in fact we are telling the
truth, one engineer who was present at our party working on some rather
sophisticated stuff for the United States military that I believe will find its
way in to the general public's hands in no time at all, my familiarity with
electromyography probably a little better than the average Joe Blow,
specifically my involvement with a company by the name of Sunmed where as CEO I
was responsible for getting "smoking
gun evidence" into the hands of one of the most famous judges in the
United States, Jude Jack Weinstein who in less than 5 months after a jury
granted a multi-million dollar award to a group of women for so-called
Repetitive Stress Injuries also known as Carpel tunnel syndrome reversed this
landmark case that sent a signal to some other folks with a stake in sum 2,000
other such class action lawsuits to rethink how else to go about making a
living, that instead of blaming others for your pitifully poor conditioning to
get off your backside, get in shape, avoid attorneys at just about any cost, blah
blah which eventually led to www.footsak.com which was about seeking a way to
embarrass the crap out of folks wanting to die the richest in the grave and in
so doing avoid the lawsuit route.
Which
brings me that much closer to finishing off my point about Mr. Bill, my having
decided a few months back that while people like Mr.
And the
way that I intend to do this is to show not so much how smart I am, most of my
ideas having been out there for sum time the smart folks simply not having the
means to bring their thoughts to the markets, the boys in blue as in IBM
gobbling up and sitting on bucketfuls of patents, but how and to what extent
the markets are in fact all rigged, those markets being defined as the
insurance, the stock and the real estate market.
I happen
to have perhaps, once again, repeating myself, more knowledge in these areas
than the average Joe Blow and those adversaries of mine such as Dan Weinstein
and Mark Weinstein, no relation I know of to each other or to Judge Jack
Weinstein for that matter are currently dong nothing short than shaking in
their boots knowing that it is just a matter of time before idiots such Jeff Rabin,
a reporter for the Los Angeles finally find it within themselves to stop acting
like ostriches,
Naturally,
u couldn't have missed our JoNathan's talking chicken sculpture on a par with
just about every other work of art, towards the end of the evening when the
midnight blue crowd left the
talking chicken standing pretty much on its last legs, nothing like pushing
things to the limit, especially when one understands that the world is endless.
Finding
a way to get those who have "lied, cheated and stolen" the most to
stand still has not been easy but those in my "inner circle" have
seen nothing short of a miracle or too being performed over the past 4 years
since I began to "go public" this December
1st being the 3rd anniversary of my very first "mini series"
aimed at getting folks to think differently, geared mostly to those who are
indifferent who have become jaded by the whole political process, knowing that
the systems are "rigged" but feeling powerless to do anything about
it, never, ever, ever, to forget the awesome words of Israel's first prime
minister, David Ben Gurion, who commanded the children of Israel to be "A
light unto the nations" and of course in this Digital Fiber Optic World
what idiot doesn't know that Knowledge is
Light, agree?
I have
shown though that just one person acting without any assistants, answering all
my phone calls, making breakfast in the mornings, bringing about a paradigm
shift in the way the likes of Dr. "Sperm Donor" JBS operate,
producing a butternut squash soup that had the likes of Dr. John Pollard and
others not only asking for more but refusing to leave the house without having
it "brown bagged", can make a whole lot of difference without feeling
the need to go hide out in some cave which reminds me that I still need to make
fruit salad out of all the fruit,
So of
course this is something else u can help me out with, to mention in passing
that for the past 6 months anyone could have walked off the street and by
simply lifting the one garage door of the Tree House have made off with nothing
short of a King's Ransom because the garage door leading into the Cave is not locked,
some time back I lost the front door key, getting it replaced simply not a
priority.
My focus
to not only be original but to keep my adversaries constantly on the move,
having to second guess my moves, them having to rely on others to "watch
their backs" folks like William H.
Jackson who has at least his own big phat mouth to feed, Mr. Jackson the
attorney for the group known as the Wetherly Capital
Group [WCG] who masterminded and executed the
rigging of the California Gubernatorial elections held November 8th a year ago,
Mr. Dan Weinstein
the founder and co-m
Which
brings me back to our Mr. Bill who didn't have the sense to simply chuck Marie'
dining room table on the back on his flat bed truck along with the fukuta
mirrored bedroom dresser, mirrors being the essence of understanding the
meaning of life,
And of
course it may make a whole lot sense to invest in a rear view mirror than have
an incompetent and/or someone bought off "watch your back", quite
ridiculous when you consider that there is a higher authority watching
everyone's move, good and bad, never to be indifferent, remembering that
everything is about waves, try catching a wave by sitting still
unless of course you are being washed close to shore, the oshons' water barely
moving, up tu each one of us to paddle right and left never forgetting to look
at the effects of a paddle moving water much like what we see tacking place in
the cosmos, day in and day out, repetition necessary especially if you are
brain dead, agree?
While
folks like good-looking Mr. Bill get caught up in these conspiratorial theories
about how the likes of Warren "BO"
Buffet go about controlling "the wor.d" [sic], and remember I have no
evidence that Mr. Buffet is Jewish or has had sex with anyone butt himself
which is not tu suggest that Mr. Buffet masturbates each and every day thinking
about Mrs. Graham the former owner and publisher of the Washington Post, a
newspaper as I mentioned recently quite the Democratic Party stronghold
Naturally,
to folks like Mr. Buffet it makes little difference whether u r an idiot like
Poli Pollak or someone like King Golden Jnr Esq. who is possibly even more
pitiful than Mr. Pollak if in fact such an individual could exist, for the
likes of Mr. Buffet care about only about one
thing which is to die the richest person in the grave and I won't repeat what I
have already said on this subject other than to tell u that Mr. Buffet, nor
people like
Conspiracies
by their very nature require at least two individuals, none of these folks
willing to share the limelight and I am spelling things out going forward just
the way the English language is currently written so as to avoid any confusion.
It does
not take a rocket scientist to figure out that people such as Mr. Buffet who
work both sides of the coin, one minute cozying up to supposedly liberal
politicians like the inbred Kennedys and their supposed backers such as Mrs.
Graham, have no difficulty in applying themselves equally as well to say an
actor cum politician such as Mr. “Schwartenegger” [sic]
who just conincendiatlly married an impoverished looking Kennedy Ms.
Watchumacallit who possibly like every other fricken victim blames her lack of
breasts on her husband groping other women, agree?
You may
not have heard of heavyweight boxer by the name McCall who broke down crying
during a heavyweight boxing match with the world heavyweight champion who I
believe is English who happened to beat my good pal Michael Grant
also in a world title bout, names not as important as remembering peoples'
faces, again just my opinion.
So what
went wrong with Mr. McCall is exactly what I am only just now beginning to do
with Mr. Buffet who is the single biggest insurance player in the world, when
one longer has a command of one's senses, not able to figure things out in terms
of what went wrong, not able to learn, one simply collapses in to a heap of
tears.
Fairly
recently Mr. Buffet let it be known that,
"Between the
next 10 minutes and the next 50 years there is the absolute certainty that
there will be either a biological or nuclear attack on one of the United
States' major cities" [sic].
Now I
place a "sic" after that since I don't know for certain that Mr.
Buffet actually used all those words particularly the word "absolute"
nor am I suggesting that he was drunk on Vodka at the time. What I am stating
very clearly is that Mr. Buffet is either incompetent or culpable, take your
pick.
In the
world of Quantum Mechanics, something I would expect Mr. Buffet who has an
actuary or two working for him fully understands, many if not most agreeing
that Chaos Theory that pretty much governs how actuaries go about predicting
events would have done their duty in informing Mr. Buffet who some believe to
be one of the smartest people in the world, that there are no such things as
"certainties", period.
Mr.
Buffet is said to be able to compute things such as the present value of money
in his head, something I have never been able to do nor would I be so idiotic
to even try since by the time I first heard of the term "Present Value"
the Texas Instrument 12C had already been invented thus allowing me to use my
brain for more exciting things such as thinking
what it would take to attract the smartest and best looking woman in the world
who would take a suggestion or two from me, never have to worry about entering
the "labor pool" not be in the least bit interested in lazing around
a swimming pool despite having one of the best figures
imaginable, agree?
You may
not know that my mother
"bred"
beauty queens although it would be more accurate to state that
And of
course it is just a coincidence that the letters DNA
happened to be written alongside the side of the rowing boat or that the fact
that I have 3 fingers on my right hand showing.
Now how
it came about that I am left handed may very well have to do with having placed
my right hand under boiling hot when still a toddler something my blind friend
Anne L. Miller
once suggested and of course none of this has anything to do with my only beginning
to speak at age 3 to mention little once again of the rather large birth mark
on my right thigh.
So how
high do you think I am at this time?
My
finding out just the other day that Marie was pretty good at both long jump and
high jump, no surprise there, agree?
Certainly,
just like there are no certainties in Quantum Mechanics, to speak of, nor have
I felt better, thank you for asking, although I would like to be in a little
better physical shape something I intend to do beginning today when I take out
my wave ski for the first time in going on two years.
I forgot
to invite Joe Blair a local surfboard shaper who has been storing my board all
this time, his friend though, as I've mentioned before using this rather
"state of the art" board which is a hybrid between a surfboard and a
kayak for fishing and although Joe may not have all that much formal education,
much like me, he appears to have married "well" a lady who I haven't
met, yet, who fortunately or unfortunately depending on your point of view went
to Berkeley University up in Oakland which is where Mr. King Golden Jnr Esq did
his under graduate work setting him up to be a real, fully fledged nincompoop,
the University of Virginia Law School where they kids were supposed to never "lie,
steal and cheat" all a bunch of gobbledygook.
Which is
exactly what I thought about what Mr. Warren "Body Odor" Buffet had
to say for surely he knew or should have known that there are no such things as
certainties only "probabilities" in his specialty area but of course
we know that with English being ripped out of the Latin, one of the spiritual
languages, my feeling the need to repeat myself at this time, the possibility
exists of Mr. Buffet having committed nothing more than a Freudian Slip allowing
the likes of me to "sweep in" beginning a ferreting out process,
working from the bottom up which will ultimately lead to Mr. Buffet unraveling
and in the course of events the world will get to know exactly how rigged this
market is, that one buffoon like Mr. Buffet who doesn't know when to keep his
big fricken mouth shut is able to sound so magnanimous in his victory,
"I don't intend
to leave very much to my heirs, just enough for them to have a kick start, the
rest going to charity, making me a legend, at least in my own mind,
And of course since I
am giving it all away, having essentially stolen more than anyone else I know
of other than Bill Gates Junior's father who got his schooling as an Anti-Trust
attorney working for IBM, I now pronounce that the United States Federal
Government should place a heavy tax on deceased estates, while having taxpayers
fund my 'deficit needs' blah blah" [sic]
And then
after declaring his "...10 minutes and the next 50 years..." absolute
nonsense this pitiful heavyweight then goes "cap
in hand" to the United States Federal Government and asks for nothing
short of a "bail out" telling our legislators that in the event of
such a cataclysmic event his insurance company, General Re, not to be confused
with General Relativity, would be bankrupted, the policies his telemarketers
had sold protecting the likes of you and me and other business people from
terrorist attacks being worth nothing more than the paper they were written on.
This CAP not to be confused with the Capital Agricultural Partners
which I was spearheading on behalf of the WCG
before hitting them over the head with "enough is enough" their
attorney Mr.
Now you
may not be aware of a number of frauds going on at the highest levels of the
corporate and political world, at least not up until now, but if you say go
into a 7 11 store to buy say a pint of milk and then you reach into your pocket
to find that you don't have anything rattling but you find yourself holding on
to your gun that is licensed but not necessary licensed for use in holding up
the 711 store m
And in
your fumbling the gun goes off, wiping out your masculinity and after
ricocheting off the floor then hits the poor clerk right between her two
eyeballs
And
because of the vacuum of space between his-her two ears the bullet emerges out
of the back of head perfectly intact then wiping out say a family of six also
suffering from Absent Parenting Disease, the point being you would be in deep
dudu,
Unless
of course you happen to own one of those private jets that can take off
vertically which so happens to be parked in the 7 11 parking lot which then
whisks you away to say the top of Machu
Picchu in Peru and because you have m
Now the
difference between say you, Warren Buffet and a man by the name of Marc Rich is
that you may not have while hanging out the rest of your life in the jungles of
Peru access to those in power specifically say in Washington DC who can arrange
say as in the case of Marc
Rich a presidential pardon without having to fork over any of your
ill-gotten gains, tu speak of,
in the
case of Mr. Buffet you wouldn't even have to have worried before going to the 711 to fill up your gas tank to fly you some G-D
only knows how many thousands of miles to the top of Machu Picchu where you
could have my friend Rafa
and one of my business partners from
The
point being, you wouldn't have to leave your home other than to make out like
you are like Mr. Buffet a real, honest to goodness, homy boy, which is not to
say that Mr. Buffet is also gay, he may very well think that his "partner
in crime" whose name I forget, Mr. Buffet again very much in to the
spotlight unlike another insurance don I know a thing or two about, Mr. Donny
Gordon who emerged from the bushes of Africa and like Mr. Buffet owns perhaps
more than a bushel of wheat.
Again,
there is nothing very sophisticated in this insurance business which drives the
stock market that makes affordable housing almost impossible, these folks much
like those folks heading up the Roman Catholic Church very much into an ever
increasing population base,
Now you
may be starting to get a sense of the things I happen to hold very dear, that
the truth is everything, and nothing will ever make sense including the meaning
the life unless you begin to focus on some of the things I am saying, most
importantly how it comes about that we have such incredible power vested in our
clergy throughout the world and why in order for the business models of
insurance moguls like Mr. Buffet and Mr. Gordon to function properly terms like
"proper and adequate" coverage nothing more than a smokescreen, these
yoyos require an ever expanding customer base, for the simple reason they are
nothing short of the most horrific pyramid schemes in the world conceived of
since the Egyptians were smart enough to engage Jewish laborers, agree?
And this
is how essentially it all works, you having to remember that I just happen to
be consummate insider, being ever so careful to have never been a pig at the
trough, certainly I have made mistakes, once when I was 15 years stole
something that didn't belong to me, doing as best as I could at the time to
make up for my wrong, the silver G which you see at the bottom of each page of
my one of 100 odd websites depicting this item constantly moving "back and
forth" as well as "inside and out" was paid for with "blood
money" my having decided to tip the Arab trader in Jerusalem 3 times the
value of the item I had stolen back in 1972 when I first went by his store,
never though looking him in the eye or to let him know the wrong I had done
which could have caused him aggravation well beyond what I thought was "fair,
reasonable and customary."
And of
course I could have committed other wrongs without knowing for certain given
the fact that I am at times a little careless, just the other day when shopping
at the local health market while loading up my car I let the steel trolley, I
forget what they called, get away, and only a while later when looking around
noticed it wasn't there but some 30 or 40 feet away, parked against a
stationary car.
Without
giving it much thought I simply ran over and pushed it back with the couple of
not very heavy items still inside, no one obviously thinking these items were
valuable enough to steal.
And
after arranging things in the back of my Mini Cooper S, and please don't think
I have deal going with BMW who manufacture this great car, at least not yet, I
headed back to the beach house, not giving any more thought to what impact this
steel object on wheels had on the steel-plastic frame of the parked car, until
I heard the train passing by, the steel against steel making me rethink the incident,
the possibity existing that there was in fact damage to the car,
And
although I may have looked very briefly at the vehicle seeing no damage the
possibility existed that this "harpoon" could have hit the car in one
section bounced around, run over a toddler just stretching her legs in another
car, her mother then returning to their car finding her daughter bleeding to
death thinking that the authorities would blame her for child neglect in the
space of time between when I finally noticed this "death instrument"
missing and when I retrieved it, the mother could have simply decided to throw
her kid, not yet dead, into the back of a passing garbage truck, which reminds
me I should go and at least drop off a note at Jimbos that I may have committed
an unwitting foul act, agree?
The game
being played out at this time at the highest levels of the western world is all
about distraction, the likes of Warren Buffet having got the media in
particular, hooked on selling powerful so-called prescription drugs, provided
the commoners with nothing short of another false sense of security that their
interests are being protected by a vigilant media, blah blah while making
certain as any one human can be that the politicians get his message, "my
way or the highway."
In other
words, when Mr. Buffet said, "...50 years." he was being very careful
not to alarm anyone among the brain dead public which is not to say I am the
only person on this planet who picked up on what Mr. Buffet had to say,
And it
so happens that I first heard his very carefully crafted words while visiting
However,
before agreeing or disagreeing with me let me explain things a little more
since this is the first time you have been on the receiving end of one of my
emails.
Most
people have difficulty seeing beyond the edge of their nose and so asking them
to think out over the "space of time" of sum 50 years, just think of
how long that is when converting the distance light travels through a vacuum
again in say just 2 seconds which is equivalent to 600 million meters now
multiply that number by 50 years so one gets a sense of how hostile man has
been to the face of this earth in what amounts to almost nothing in terms of
the most recent Big Bang being sum 13 odd billion years ago +- 500 million
years, our mathematics and science being ever so precise
Butt not perfect the need to watch
ourselves ever so carefully particularly those like Mr. Buffet who as I have
said before knows or should know better, certainly he knows enough about human
nature to know that in this world of "me, me, me" the vast majority
of folks particularly the more affluent, those keeping
him in the pound seats, couldn't give a rats ass about what the world would be
like in 50 years which is of course why this rather intelligent individual
chose such a number, a 100 years starting to sound a little bit like a fairly
tale, his actuaries, those who like me know a thing or two about Chaos Theory
being ever so good at "risk
assessment" fully aware, however, that if they could get their hands
on the dope that Mr. Buffet had to have been smoking that day then they could
all retire well before retirement age, perhaps even within the 3 year time
frame they would have "pegged" as being on the "outside
edge" of what a reasonably competent "risk assessment"
specialist such as myself would say is "highly probable" as it
relates to the "likelihood" of a biological or nuclear attack by
terrorists on one of our major cities.
The
point here is that no one in our business would be able to look you
"square in the eyes" without blinking or their limbs collapsing into
a heap below them, already full of tears telling you "otherweiss"
[sic].
At this
point I would have had a hyperlink taking you to two postings on the
eRaider.com website that I contend were highly likely placed by the Shareholder
Rights Lounge's moderator Mr. Melvyn Weiss, the east coast named partner of the
2,000 pound law firm of MWBHL.
Marie
arrived home from art class with Sebastian Capella just a short while earlier
my having met her at The Cave to pick up a bedroom side table that Bill had
chosen not to take because we said he could only have one, the other fitting in
perfectly with the décor in Danielle's bedroom.
Those
who attended Sebastian's Monday art class and who didn't come to our great
party no doubt looking forward to the next party, having to decide though ahead
of time how to make themselves interesting enough so as to stretch
their time out, i.e. be part of the rather
sophisticated but subdued artistic crowd, as well as the more upwardly mobile
looking for a good time, deciding whether their mate is worth spending the rest
of their life with, life being most assuredly more than sex just twice a week
with someone in incredible shape as well as being able to stay up there with
the likes of my pal David
whose biggest problem at this time is getting up at 7AM PST for a "moving
traffic violation", his court time 8AM PST.
When you
understand that David who has just turned 30 years of age, biologically
speaking, born near Bologna,
Italy where my father bombed "every other day" during WWII the
possibility existing that the house he dropped his three, five hundred pound
bombs on during his 60th operation belonged to David's parents, more likely his
grandparents, although all that was written by my father in the description of
that operation was the
following:
The D/H
designating that my
Quite
frankly it is very possible that Bologna is not a part of the Pontedera region,
a city though that I plan to visit on the 6 month trip around the world I
brought up to our JoNathan this past Sunday, my fully aware that his sister
Danielle was listening very carefully, Danielle at this time having more of a
say in where she chooses to spend her time, and were she to join us on any
stage of the trip having a say in the places we will be visiting she will
certainly have to "carry her weight"
And make
no mistake she learned a thing or two this last trip to Europe about bringing
along an oversized and overstuffed suitcase, more than twice what her mom and I
brought as hand luggage, us leaving out nothing of importance, then again both
Marie + I are not only more than 3 times her age neither of us have the baggage
of having spent 50% of her time growing up in an incredibly dysfunctional
household to mention just briefly once again Mr. King Golden Esq. who I spent
about the same time getting to know as I did Mr. Newell Starks the current chairman
of the board of the Sterling Holding Company, and like Mr. Starks very much of
same elk telling people pretty much only what they want to hear, really if ever
saying a "bad word" about anyone other than a politician, the
exception being Dr. "Sperm Donor" JBS who Mr. Golden eventually
cozied up to when he saw the benefits of being allied with a scoundrel like
Marie's former husband, as in "my enemy’s
enemy is my friend."
In the
case of Mr. Golden only Republicans would elicit his ill temper and in Mr.
Starks case, almost exclusively Democrats, both Mr. Starks and Mr. Golden
pretty good at mathematics and science, Mr. Golden moving in the direction of
the liberal arts whereas Mr. Starks decided to first become an engineer before
doing what most poorly adjusted types do when wanting to make "serious
bucks" which is go to business school where as I have said time and again
other than teaching folks that one should charge more than what something costs
you either to buy or to produce, i.e. that your marginal revenues should exceed
your marginal costs of production the only thing therefore left to perfect is
the art of larceny, and hence why I had perhaps the highest drop out rate of
any business tutor in the history of the Business Administration department at
the University of Natal, South Africa.
Getting
back to my insurance tutorial which will be spelled out rather well in Part 8
of the 8 part mini series I began sending out several weeks ago to “Ms. Diana Henrique”
[sic] of The New York Times, I have once again
"smoking gun evidence" about how and why things are so screwed up
along with a remedy that will not only put the world's financial markets
perhaps for the very first time into a resemblance of order but at the same
time having me and those within my "inner circle" controlling the
world insurance market in 7 days or less, depending upon how long it take the
media to get out my message which brings along with it nothing short of what is
termed on Wall Street as a "poison
pill" provision which is what scares the hell out of the likes of Diana Henriques who know me rather well even
though Ms. Henriques and I have yet to meet, it was, however, her article in
the New York Times which first brought to my attention how I might be able to
help sufferers such as herself as it relates to carpel tunnel type syndromes,
Mr. Henriques being a chronic sufferer.
And of
course I have been the most incredible pain in the backside of Ms. Henriques
ever since,
Naturally,
I would be the last to argue differently, that the anus is anything butt a
perfect circle, for the fact that she is so much a part of the problem being
used by the likes of those few very greedy, mostly fellows who have no desire
to share the spotlight with anyone butt themselves, remember mirror, which
brings me back to this utter nonsense of there
being some sort of global conspiracy these folks having so much testosterone
running through their veins that they would never dream of really sitting
around a table with themselves each having egos far more out of control than any
real mafia don I have ever read about, the possibility existing that I might
have run into a mafia don somewhere along the road but if I did I wouldn't have
known, knowing full well that these so-called Mafia folks have a higher
standard of integrity than anything I have encountered on Wall Street,
And I
can just imagine Mr. Poli Pollak a talking head on the Network business shows
now arguing that there is no such thing as Wall Street just like he professed
in our last conference call "there is no such thing as either the
Democratic or Republican Party" and were it not for his college mate,
"Look
And so what I am
trying to tell you is that of course there is a reason for both the Democratic
and Republican Party which is to have men coming home from work and remember so
many of the women in the workplace today look like men, taking their
frustrations out on their spouses blaming the Republicans or the Republicans,
their spouses getting so incredibly bored, falling asleep right after dinner,
saying stuff along the lines,
'I beat the kids today more than ever and
because I don't want a repeat performance possibly tearing off one of their
limb certainly no more than four any day now I must now get my sleep' [sic].
So much so that when
they see me 'Mister Gift of the Gab' appearing on TV the next day smiling from
ear to ear just by mentioning the company I work for they can easily track me
down and the rest is history, blah blah" [sic].
And of
course when you have a big nose like mine there are certain advantages as well
as disadvantages which I wont go into but an advantage you may not have thought
about is that I may very possibly have more nose hairs than 99.989% of the
population which means that I have more of filtering system going on
Naturally,
I will not get into in much detail my knocking on the door any day now of Dick
Heckman the founder of U.S. Filter Systems, an organization at one point very
much involved in the hijacking of the Californian Gubernatorial elections that
resulted in Gray Davis being reelected Governor of the 6th largest economy in
the world, in the first place.
So when
you begin to understand that the likes of Warren Buffet, him really having no
equal at this time, know a thing or two just like me about how things go
around, time and again, that for every action there is an equal and opposite
reaction the more you can keep the folks off balance without scaring the masses
too much to the point that they stop paying their insurance premiums then you
still have a hope of living out your life in
somewhat good shape assuming of course you have access to the legislators who
you can scare the hell out of with the facts which is why the Congress decided
to bail out Mr. Buffet even though there are people doing time in both Federal
and State penitentiaries who simply don't have the access of Mr. Buffet to
mention little of being able to afford an attorney who knows exactly how to cut
deals with prosecutors who are tasked with making it look like there is a
"fair judiciary" out there while "back at the ranch" the
likes of Mr. Buffet still are not yet quite comfortable in enjoying their
wealth for the simple reason that there are other "moving parts" to
how the insurance markets actually work, the need to keep their lobbyists
"happy" making certain that the tax laws continue to get passed which
allow the likes of General Re to gain greater and greater control of the market
place as smaller less "capable" companies, so-called "thinly
capitalized" get wiped out, some simply not having the "horse
power" to compete with the likes of General Re who can price them out of
the market due not simply to their size but having got away with nothing short
of "murder" the ability of such carriers to deduct as a "current
business expense" hence reduce their tax liability the amount they
"deem" as being appropriate to "set aside" in the event
that one or more of their insureds, i.e. you or me have a
"catastrophic" claim, i.e. they didn't price their "service"
right in the first place in their quest to grab market share putting others out
business,
And then
using those premiums paid in advance to invest in things like the stock market
and real estate where there are further tax breaks but no better break than
that which allows the likes of General Re to reduce their taxes here in the
United States by supposedly setting aside more "reserves" which are
then "channeled out" to what are commonly called "offshore
companies" where these "reserves" earn monies such as interest,
tax free.
Keeping
track of these very legal maneuvers is nothing short of a nightmare even for
the most sophisticated and should I add trustworthy of "audirtors"
[sic], there being still to the best of my knowledge no better oxymoron than
mankind.
At the
end of the day the likes of Mr. Buffet who can joke around with the best of the
comics out there are also faced with the most uncertain part of what is really
not a very complicated equation and that is folks just like you and me minding
our business here in a cozy suburb of Del Mar, today unlike yesterday is as
perfect a day anyone would want to die on, knowing of course that possibly in
less than an instant they could end up in the lap of luxury, better yet buried
between Marie's legs, skip skip skip, just like Pypeetoe who in the middle of
the night last night decided not simply to move from the end of the bed putting
his head right next Marie on her pillow, a pillow she protects much like her virginity, skip skip skip, but to add insult to
injury, Pypeetoe in stretching out kicked me in the ribs and when I woke up
both his eyes were closed but there was something telling me he wasn't really
asleep, agree?
Fraud is
a very big problem faced by the insurance industry, workers compensation well
on its way to being as epidemic as the plague in terms of businesses moving out
of a State like California which brings me back to Sunmed's technology which
was very effective in preventing both outright fraud as well as psychosomatic
injuries, often folks who simply having worked out that they have had their
minds messed with by the likes of Poli Pollak and King Golden not being able to
get out of bed after feigning their illnesses for long enough actually become
crippled until such time as a technology like Sunmed's pops up on the scene and
says words to the effect, "Hey Buster not on my watch".
I would
be most surprised if the cause of such women not being able to rise in the
morning is because either Mr. Pollak or Mr. Golden were great lovers, Mr.
Golden today having a heart condition that has me quite surprised he can even
hobble around, doubtful he is related to Mr. Hubble, although when I last saw
Mr. Golden he like The Sperm Donor had a rather round stomach, the runs though
have a way of making you sick of your own
farts to mention little of what Mr. Pollak may be looking like these days,
possibly much like this stock market broker I ran into at Joe Blair's surfboard
shaping shop the other day when I was picking up my wave ski.
Suffice
to say this gentleman who was about 6 feet tall perhaps an inch or two taller
smelling like he had just come out of one of the local gyms having though
showered, shaved with cologne oozing like he was ready to tackle any
"bitch" he met along the way, Pypeetoe though as you may or may not
know because he is so "pretty" is actually a male, but of course
Marie insisted, that I comply with the breeders stipulation that we have his
balls cut off, the breeder deciding after putting me through quite the test to
give him up since he was one inch too big at birth, us males having a hard
enough time dealing with our genitals
exposed while you all do everything within your power in bringing us into line,
agree?
This
yoyo broker, JoNathan really into his yoyo at this time, when shaking my hand
letting me know that he was nothing short of being Master of the Universe, butt
by the time I was done explaining to him that he was doing nothing than
contributing to the delinquency of our already pitiful society that the likes
of momworker63s,
widows, widowers, orphans, pensioners, and/or morons such as himself were still
in the stock market believing that it would continue to give a "reasonable
return of 10% annually", he looked like he was about to say to me
'Okay so you want tu
fcuk me then go ahead but please use Vaseline' [sic].
My buddy
David if he were to read this email would be cracking up at this point because
for a while David thought that I was gay because I used to hang out at the
Plaza where David is the main attraction, much more so than I do these days,
never once hitting on a woman, David and our other buddy Jim being really the
only two males I would speak with.
Jim
stopped by on Saturday night soon after David arrived with the midnight blue
crowd after the "first shift" had left to go to sleep wondering what
exactly they had experienced in this one of kind party, even our Danielle felt
midway through the evening to invite her buddies over, at least one of them
apparently getting to see and hear the midnight blue crowd in full regalia them
all being very appropriate very much comfortable in who they are, trying to
impress no one, telling it exactly the way it is, although on average in their
mid twenties being rather worldly some coming from very traditional families
and others not quite so, one the product of a "broken home" as in
divorce much like more than half the fricken western world, her grandmother
though, having her mother at age 11, and then her mother having and her brother
born in the same year, 1978, the same year I came this greatest of great
countries, to mention little of her grandmother possibly, actually strike that,
with a very high probability of having had an affair with John Kennedy that was
not spoken about, other than this past Sunday-Sunday.
You have
to appreciate I have by this time mastered a number of things including a
fairly keen sensitivity to gauge when people are telling the truth, and there
is truth to the expression "you can fool idiots some of the time but not
all the people all of the time" [sic] the truth being revealed each and
every day to those in tune
And why
I remain so very optimistic our future, most folks, honest, hard working,
wanting to make ends meet, just two maybe three paychecks from being out on the
street, knowing that it is important to party at every opportunity knowing that
two weeks vacation a year which is what most American workers get is simply not
enough to rejuvenate the soul, the likes of Warren Buffet while hiding behind
his big smile doesn't fool the likes of me for a single minute and why I will
be tugging away at his apparel until I have not a single breath left, living each day as though it was my last, today
being no exception, sumthing to be said for string theory only though in so far
as these TOE
yoyos decide that they should either get hold of a good guitar or say a Romero Brothers CD and begin to get a life and get
off the dole, i.e. welfare.
In my
follow up email to Mr. Doyle of MWBHL I will very likely include a menagerie of
shots taken during our "festivities" which should give folks
something to "chew on."
Time to
fly and enjoy what remains of today's amazing afternoon and don't' forget to
let me know if you would like a whole bunch of fruit and of course there is
still a lot of food left over, the wine, champagne and beer will have to wait
until our Spring party which Marie told me is a "go" and of course I
will find her go go shoes to go with the leather outfit
even if I have to summon my father over here, rent either a Spitfire or a
Kittyhawk which although slower than Spit carried a whole lot more fire power.
Ps - I
will check this email sometime tomorrow making any necessary changes in green
and forwarding it to you if I feel it is needed.
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Original Message -----
From:
Sandra L McDevitt <guardianship@juno.com>
To:
<mdg42203@sbcglobal.net>
Cc:
<guardianship@juno.com>
Sent:
Subject:
Sunset Party
>
Marie, This e-mail is from Sandy and Mary who live next door at 235
>
>
Saturday. Mary and I would love to attend.
We will bring a good
>
bottle of wine and sparkling flavored water, as well. We could also
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bring anything else you may find you need.
Being next door, please
>
don't hesitate to stop over or give us a call, if you find something
> you
missed that we might have here. My telephone number is 509-3916
> and
Mary's is 755-4564. We are looking
forward to the party and
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especially meeting you.
>
>
Warm Regards,
>
>
Sandy and Mary
