From: Gary S. Gevisser [
Sent:
To: bbrauny…ornajazz…
Cc: REST
Subject: Sale of 1431 Stanford
Street
Dear Beth and Orna,
My hope is that everything is going well for you. Rather
than repeat myself I will give you a hyperlink
to an email I sent to Erma in unit #3 on the 13th
of this month. I won’t assume anything including whether or not each of you
really know one another, i.e. consider yourselves to be your neighbor’s keeper.
I learned a while back that it doesn’t pay to preach, at best to
only suggest and then to make my clients and those who play it “fast &
loose” pay through the nose, and never,
never to accept defeat to mention little of never ever, ever walking away from
[the] Devil; G-d
forbid turn an evil eye towards anyone undeserving to make little mention of
what should be all our calling when someone like my wife’s former husband
chooses to, “bear false witness” against another
individual using their 13-year-old daughter as a shield while towing a thinking 10-year-old boy
down to a criminal courthouse to commit an atrocious act.
Perhaps some of you are too young to remember that Jones
character that convinced his followers to commit suicide a fate I believe that
brings far worse than ending up back on earth as say a red ant,
wouldn’t you agree?
I have known Jonathan since he was 18 months and I will leave
it up to you compute the math to work out how long I have known his older
sister who is getting back with the program by the minute. There is quite a bit
I want to say in this email no longer having to worry about my
When I started this email It was going on
I will therefore slow down a wee bit and
then take the afternoon off to contemplate my next moves relying though on Mr.
Krinsk’s mental telepathy to feed me the things he thinks I need to know.
The kids’ mother and I were slow rises the other morning
although I was first up well ahead of taking Danielle to the bus stop before
7AM and that is about the extent of how far I am allowed to go in terms of what
goes on within the confines of our master bedrooms and of course I always knock
before entering either kids’ room although Jonathan still has an “open door”
policy.
And of course you had to heard of my book M
Not everyone has heard of the $64,000 question made up of
some rather interesting numbers such as 8 X 8 and those of you who know the
first thing about the Hebrew Alphabet recognize that besides for the first
letter א, [Aleph] coming
before the second letter ב, [Bet] as in “bet against all odds” the first word in the Old
Testament is ברשיט which is pronounced “Beret-shit”
with just about everyone remembering translates into, “In the beginning…”
I would pronounce the אduring prayers as “All Laugh” while trying to figure out
how it came about that this same letter can also be written as “IC” or simply
put, one times the speed of light.
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resulted in a chain of events that has more
than a few folks today rather interested, some no doubt baffled by my pres-cient
timing to mention little of what went behind the scenes in getting the SCALs
[Shareholder Class Action Litigators] to take “a
chance” and file a lawsuit against perhaps the most rapacious, most
politically connected “bottom fisher” in modern day Wall Street history with
less than 2 hours before the statue of limitations ran out.
It is rare that I ever raise my voice
especially when it comes to dealing with skilled and experienced individuals
who have “skin in the game” where there isn’t really much on sale which gives
the average “Joe
Blow” his “fix”
to mention little of how hooked this world is on instant gratification.
In the end my perseverance paid off and
eventually some rather good citizens, particularly those with a conscience came
forward and spilled the beans without me having to explain for the umpteenth
time,
“FCUK, what the SEC has to say about materiality, a lie is a lie is a
lie…just one cent off target in quarterly earnings can amount to billions of
dollars, Melissa
Grant’s ‘wrong
turns’, when it comes to refinancing/restructuring debt to mention little
of who one day could very possibly be the target of someone like
Several years back Marie+I
decided we would wait until the year 2028 to get married and of course with the
Digital Age and so easy to hyperlink it no longer takes a mathematician to know
that the number 28 is a perfect
number and that another way to write 2028 is “tTOootTOooo” and of course
you could say it is all a bunch of gobbledygook unless one has a head for
numbers and like my buddy
I doubt Mr. Krinsk will get on another
flight without first letting me know unless of course he is under strict orders
by our great President, the right honorable George W. Bush to keep his
whereabouts to himself. It is possible that although
What is also hard to argue with is that
the 3 other companies I identified in my “mini series” back on December 1st
2000 were either at their “lows” or “highs” for the period and if you took just
$500 out of your savings and placed your bets on these 4 companies in totally
different industries you would in fact be able to buy and sell even me today
and of course I am anything but poor. I can all but guarantee you that there
isn’t anyone in the world, certainly not 1 on Wall Street who had chosen “just 4”
companies trading in the public markets to invest in during this past going on
3 year cycle.
Even though I was informing the
“public” of my bets I was anything but a “pig at the trough” for the very fact
that not everyone got a copy of my “mini series” and I happen to believe very
strongly that for every dollar made on Wall Street someone loses a dollar and
then some, especially when one considers that the market is all but rigged and
why it makes perfect sense to suspend trading of public
companies to prevent what will amount to as nothing short of a further
redistribution of wealth to the wealthiest of all individuals as they all sit
on the sidelines waiting to “bottom fish.”
I contend that the wealthiest folks on
this planet are the ones who have either inherited ill-gotten gains or have
themselves stolen more than the average human being who simply are in a race
against time not to be sandwiched in between those on the far right and far
left, nothing worse, however, than a
Dutch Sandwich
which of course reminds me of my
days heading up the restructuring team of Epilady USA made up of a ragtag of
entrepreneurs and professional folk thinking they had the Midas touch never to
forget though the Quickwheel experience, though for another time although if
you were to go through all the hyperlinks you would come across at least some
mention of this rather pitiful investment, nothing though quite funny about it,
certainly a whole lot more nerve racking than my simply shutting down a $10
million odd investment in a Broadway revival, Meet Me in St.
Louis which I believe first brought me into contact with the current
chairman of the Federal Reserve, “Alan Greenspam” [sic] although
it could have been his better looking look-a-like and possibly a whole lot
smarter.
Folks like the Federal Reserve are in
more than a quandary right now as the battle lines are being drawn in terms of
who exactly is going to be doing “hard time.” So far it has mainly been the
rapacious Jews on Wall Street who have born the brunt of the rather toothless
tiger the SEC but in time it is my opinion that the masses will take to the
streets of course smart enough not to rely on teachers who fail to at least let
their students consider that perhaps the “R” in SMART might stand for Religion.
Nothing wrong with religion just those
who think their shit don’t stink, like Doctors and lawyers and accountants butt
make no mistake the list is getting shorter and shorter as those of us in the
know understand full well that this idea of “less said the better” is all about
letting those who have lied, stolen and cheated the most remain in the pound seats.
As much as Queen got it right with
their “rock wall climbing”
[sic] it is the boys from the Matthew Good Band who I believe will start
rocking the minds of the young to take back this world, that the most important
things in life are free, that nature belongs to each one of us and woe be to those who think they can
continue to rape and pillage as they suck up to our
politicians while delivering to the rest of us poison pill provisions up the
kazoo.
And yes that Colon-rectal-surgean piece
will soon be available to all who come knocking at the NextraTerrestrial.com
website and of course there is nothing to stop anyone who believes some of us
have the right approach to give handsomely even if they don’t like my
not-so-good looks; Martha Stewart, your time will undoubtedly come and the same
with you journalist Mr. Christopher Byron who missed some rather important
material when singing the praises of Ms. Stewart as she went about cleaning up
on Wall Street.
It is that ש which seems to give most people the trouble although it was
in fact the first thing that made perfect sense to me right from the beginning.
Everything comes in 3s
and the rest is all a bunch of commentary, other than of course the 10
Commandments which were cast in stone and perhaps why I pay more attention to
sheet & metal
workers than Professors like Richard Klein who keep digging for themselves
deeper and deeper holes.
Never to forget that it was the
Clintons who screwed up the United States’ manufacturing base as they kowtowed
to the Chinese
leaving the White House with everything but the kitchen sink and of course who
can forget those pathetic characters who took the “W” key off the computer keyboards?
In a matter of hours, no later than
this coming Monday, I will be communicating with Di
The question of who is playing with a
full deck of cards is something I pay very careful attention to and right now I
am in the process of turning the tables on a number of folks including some
rather high profile members of the media, much like I do when playing chess
with our Jonathan who may not always score the highest in his class in science,
math, art and technology but is now old enough to begin understanding a thing
or tTOo about religion.
Our Joe though listens more
carefully these days to what I have to say just like many adults copied on my
emails who are coming to the realization that it takes not just someone with
“guts” to play the fool but is rather good at “assessing risk”, knowing most
importantly when to turn it on & off, avoiding thin
ice at just about any cost, still knowing when to jump although I am still
reeling from being hit over the head during our last pillow fight,
but most conscious when “twisting”
in my sleep as in,
That last hyperlink like the rest of
the www.NextraTerrestrial.com website
remains under construction, remembering that it is all about building things
from the bottom, aiming low at 3 year olds and then proceeding to rock the
socks off those who have made the biggest noise while stealing the most,
sending them in short order to Timpucktu; nothing like first
taking those who have let their formal education interfere with their learning
on a light journey, that the problems of the world have nothing to do with race,
color or religion, simply poor parental religious teachings.
And to top it off we now have folks like Senator “Klu Klux
Klan” [sic] Byrd thinking we all suffer from the effects of “poor breeding” as well as aspartame, G-d forbid the kids are allowed to even
whisper G-d in our public schools although I think there is very little the
fukukta teachers and principals
here in California who “hunkered” down as the Governor shoved it to them,
more importantly to our children, in the rear end, can do to kids already in
tune.
I am assuming you
have read on the home page of NextraTerrestrial how even someone like myself
who reads very little, watches perhaps in a year what most Americans get from
listening to Peter Jennings in the course of week that has them today so “dam
weak-kneed” [sic], is aware that the tree of life resembles much more of bush;
so in a nutshell, G-d bless President Bush and his amazing wife.
It is when our wants start to exceed
our needs that we start to falter incapable of not only satisfying our wants
but, more to the point, ill-equipped to measure our wants, which has us going
around in circles losing our balance, wouldn’t
you agree?
That last hyperlink may take some time
to load up especially if you have like me a rather slow Internet connection and
it is doubtful unless you were better schooled than me in Afrikaans you would
understand what was written about my middle brother and I as we embarked on
another of our family trips “overcs” [sic] that for
some reason seemed to interest the media, mostly idiots and then “sum”
[sic].
I have written somewhat about Aida Parker
who was at one time my uncle, Joe Ash’s, wife. I don’t really recall meeting Ms.
Parker and my hope is that she is still alive and will find the courage to
debate me and/or one or more of the executors of my
estate. Perhaps, even Tony Leon,
the leader of the one opposition party in South Africa who is copied on this
email may know of a way to put me in touch with this rather pitiful figure who
as you can see in the “sum” hyperlink, over on the far right, looked oh so much
like Eva Braun or at least that is how I have always thought Hitler’s mistress
looked when not undressed.
Guidance tTOo is
designed to help those raised in dysfunctional households to overcome the
burdens of those who wear too many hats who think it is okay to crap all over
other peoples whether it be because of the number of wrinkles in a strand of
hair or worse yet the color of their skin, since even those with straight hair
sometimes have bad hair days just ask any of the Krok sisters from Epilady,
while constantly throwing shit up against the wall to see what will stick, much
like what fair-weathered
friends do when kicking up a storm, while back at the ranch they insist their
kids watch their “Ps” and “Qs” saying incredibly stupid things like, “Don’t
kick me in the teeth.”
Which brings me to the saying that most
people, those of course who haven’t let their formal education interfere with
their learning, won’t have any trouble getting their arms around, “The Meek WITH TEETH
shall inherit the earth” to mention little of “When the dialogue becomes two
monologues it is the beginning of the end.”
If I were, however, to take a leaf out of my mother’s “best seller”
which was probably a financial disaster when compared to my eldest brother’s
“Picking up the peaces
of yourself” [sic] that was written during the peak
of the Apartheid-Nazi regime’s hold of the most southern tip of
Africa, I am all but certain that I would be able to continue subsidizing
all of your rent; possibly buying up Santa Monica including the Santa Monica
City Council.
Now I am not suggesting that the City of Santa Monica has
any council members under investigation by the FBI as they are here in San
Diego but nor for that matter would I be surprised if possibly one Santa Monica
City council member
has turned a blind eye to some rapacious landlord wanting a more feathered nest in their quest
to die the richest person in the world to mention little once again of my
uncle, Joe Ash being a Durban City Councilmember for umpteen years and a stint
as Deputy Mayor.
Perhaps the smartest thing Joe Ash did in his entire life
was getting a divorce from Aida Parker although it was always difficult to
grasp his second ex-wife’s view on politics since that marriage lasted just
long enough to produce two more children who could have done with more tender
loving care and why I take my hat off to
folks like
I remain convinced, however, that G-d chooses our parents,
lets them choose our names and thank G-d though for instilling in the human
brain the ability to reason and to come up with a variety of laws that act as
nothing short of a breath of fresh air just as I felt the ocean air move
inland.
My artist wife returned about 20 minutes ago from her class
with
Last Friday I responded to an email sent to me by a senior
underwriter for the insurance company that provides my “property &
casualty” coverage thanking her for helping me out in my hour of need as my
previous Independent Insurance Agent responsible for “taking” care of me
seemed hell bent on seeing me in the red. Yesterday morning I journeyed forth
with Jonathan who we kept home from school due to a cold over to my new
Independent Insurance Agent giving him his first encounter with the business
world. All he seemed to notice was a man in a far off office growling at my dog
who probably simply took a pee on one of the potted plants in his office.
There appears to be some conflict with the way I am training
my dog which is “tTOo not only
pee on every” [sic] potted plant he comes across but to also say a prayer since
I happen to believe that most of the indifferent end up back on earth as
nothing short of potted plants.
I don’t know for certain that Ken Miller of Tagner Miller
Insurance Agency actually received that email I thought went out the
day before at 6:11
PM PST so I will include him on this email as well as the next email I send out
next that will spell out more clearly the damages I intend to recover from him
and/or his insurance company that carries his “Errors & Omissions”
insurance.
So even though I now
have insurance coverage back in effect please do your best not to slip &
fall. I am so impressed with my insurance carrier as well as my agent that I
would do my utmost to make sure that any claims someone were to file against me
were fully vetted, i.e. no settlement unless I said it was okay.
I received an E-mail this past
Sunday. In the event you also have trouble with my hyperlinks you can read it
in its entirety below:
From: Anonymous XIX
Sent:
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Hyperlinks to
nextraterrestrial; Generate some publicity . .
.
Several people have reported the same problem. The process begins but somehow does not finish ?
Before visiting the Urologist to tie the bow on the end of the Gevisser line, offer the privilege of paying for this minor surgery on E-bay, with any bid in excess of the actual cost of surgery to be recognized as a deductible charitable contribution to ?? (your choice).
I am certain some recipients of your e-mail correspondence would enjoy paying for the operation. You will get national publicity for Next. . .ial and probably an interview on the nightly news.
Don't just give this opportunity away!!
Juan Diablo
It is a good thing in fact that Mr. Krinsk bailed out of
our lunch meeting today for it now allows me the time to complete a number of things including taking care of a
traffic ticket, the first in almost 3 years which is no doubt truly amazing to
some folks although as my carriers will attest to the most damage I have ever
done was back in February of last year when driving a rental truck at
fortunately no more than 5 miles an hour and hit an overhead pedestrian
walkway.
I am now beginning to type away at a rather healthy pace so
if I miss a thing or two I will make up for it on the rebound, the emails no
doubt getting tighter and tighter as I turn the screws on my adversaries, while
out to promote healthy mind, healthy body. I heard that “Arnold Swartznigger”
[sic] may decide to run for the next governor’s race but I think we need to
have someone a little more savvy who will think before buying a fukukta car
like a Hummer SUV which reminds me of how my car’s license plate, DOG KO↔OK GOD, is
somewhat more thoughtful than the one we saw this weekend on the ride up to
Stonehenge II which read, “I SIC SUV.”
It took me a while to realize that in this context “sic”
meant “cool.”
It is my experience that it is rare if ever that folks
really value that much being told how to fish let alone appreciate a “hand-out”
especially when they keep hearing the same old song from fukukta oldies, “Let
me show you how” which brings me back to the complaint that my wife’s former
husband filed against me on 9-11 of last year describing me a whole lot closer
to the description of his current girlfriend who I assume is thinking twice
about becoming the 3rd Mrs.
John Ben Stewart [JBS].
3 days before JBS filed a “false &
misleading” complaint against me, in the presence of his second ex-wife he
commented at the top of his lungs while out in the street that I was
questioning his eyesight and obviously despite having 3 full days to quiet down
had me confused with someone gargantuan.
Later he told my wife who at the time was my travel-companion
of sum 8 odd years that he, “didn’t read” what he had signed under “penalty of
perjury” only though as the guillotine started to descend and even then he
continued to push things to the limit and now having waited ever so patiently I
am about to unleash on him and his cronies much more than a bulldog
which could be stopped with a bullet, but instead a series of “legal actions”
that are going to have them all reeling from here to Timbuktu and back
ad-infinitum.
And of course I know a thing or two despite limited formal
education about the “discovery process” which will have me and/or the executors
of my estate examining in the most intimate detail anyone who may have aided
and abetted JBS in his effort to destroy me and the mother of his two children
who happens to be in my opinion the greatest mother this world has ever known.
Now to be clear on this point I probably have only met some
10,000 mothers in my entire lifetime, never to forget that JBS’ current
girlfriend who works for the most rapacious out-of-control law firm in the
world far more closely fitted the description of me at the time, 40 years of
age, 5’11’ tall and 180 pounds in weight.
Which brings me to the questions my attorney-s will be
putting to the medical director of Sharp Memorial Hospital where JBS is the
“Cheat Pathologist” [sic] who provided the criminal court with a medical
opinion about me without ever having met me in person and in the process I will
be making this yoyo not only aware of what a protracted lawsuit is going to
mean to the entire medical staff’s ability to perform, i.e. their professional
liability insurance premiums but equally important how the medical director can
afford to have a “Cheap Pathologist” [sic] on board who at a minimum does have
poor eyesight or simply cannot work under pressure common to most households
where the parties to the marriage haven’t really got to know their partner
before producing offspring, having now failed at least two marriages that I am
aware of?
Now I have at least “to psychologists”
[sic] who are tenants of mine in this particular building and so I welcome your
feedback.
Since none of you have seen me in a while you may not be
aware of the fact that back on September 11th 2002, I was 45 years
of age, 5’8” at tops, and 140 pounds give or take no more than a pound and not
an ounce of fat although I don’t think it will be necessary to get into JBS’
eating habits to mention little of the pigsty my wife recently came across when
picking up the kid-s, but for all I know JBS may have started to breed pigs in
which case I might feel compelled to contact Wild Life Protective Services.
You may have noticed how I began this email by making
certain that my “Es” came before my “As” as in “peace” and
“peak” although I think what I learned in kindergarten was that it was the “Is”
that come before “Es” unless after C when everything is reversed, wouldn’t you
agree?
I really wasn’t planning on getting into my unified theory
for the inner workings of the universe given the time constraints I am under
plus the fact that I have less than 3 minutes of battery time left; but what
the hell, this could be my last day and who knows if I die and my dog
essentially being my first born and with the world going to the dogs maybe the
powers that be will grant Pypeetoe the million dollar Nobel Science Award.
I remain hopeful that I will still be granted enough time to
provide the executors of my estate by no later than this time next week
sufficient evidence that I am on the “side of the son”
[sic] that will make them comfortable that I am worth more alive than dead.
In my very early twenties, in fact I was 21 years of age at
the time when I came to grips with the fact that people will take advantage of
you regardless of the color of your skin if given half a chance, that here in
the United States it didn’t really matter the color of your skin as long as the
person in charge was “poorly schooled” thereby affording them the luxury of
putting aside their prejudices so finely tuned growing up to later in life
discriminate against anyone and everyone which is how the west was won, i.e.
those with the biggest guns got to receive and pass on to their heirs the
spoils of war.
It so happens that I landed “smack bang” in
My mother though was a force to be reckoned with and few
people who met Zena Ash
Gevisser weren’t taken by her pose and command of the English language, a
Renaissance woman, possibly previously Marie Antoinette, not though aware of
how well versed my mother was when putting pen to paper at first assuming that
because she had the “good looks” and a figure to boot that this is what landed
her in the pound seats.
It didn’t take folks very long to realize that there was
some incredible brain computing at light speed within the mind of
As opposed to more recent astrophysicists who have gone back
and forth on what came first, energy or mass, my goal has been to view what
came 3rd and then work backwards and forwards, constantly improving
the odds just as in Quantum Mechanics, staying off the radar screen as long as
possible, equipped with the skill and knowledge well before being barmitvahed that
the first one to market is rarely the one to collect the golden egg and of
course having a golden name had its + and –s, never though to rub a lady the
wrong way.
Although I don’t have children of my own and unlikely to
produce an offspring given the “fixing in stor” I do in
fact know a thing or tTOo about raising kids right. The operation I hope to get
is about the closest I expect to getting my short hairs in a knot, courtesy of
the first urologist with the intestinal fortitude to bear the consequences of
possibly screwing up, i.e. decides to amputate my right leg in an effort to
make up for what I lost during circumcision.
Despite calling Dr. Juma now 3X his staff have yet to get
back to me on a date let alone how much it will cost and Marie refuses to pay
half the cost arguing rather well that she might only consider sharing in the
cost if the price exceeds $5K which is what she computes the cost “4 keeping
more little Garys from entering this world” [sic].
eMANandDOG.com↔moc.GODdnaNAME gives you some sense of why I
am loath to mock God believing that he will forgive me if I happen to leave out
a dash here and there. The signs though are clear, at least to me, that we have
to begin starting to start thinking alike and not differently despite
Great
Minds
Never
Think
Alike!
first put out by my eldest brother although I would be
hard-pressed to believe that people like Pythagoras
hadn’t at least thought of this rather brilliant blank verse.
Without the proof that now comes with the Digital Age we
should all conclude that Neil Graham Gevisser was the first to “think of it 4 as U” [sic]
know by now from having clicked onto to a hyperlink or “tTOo” [sic] of mine,
proof is all about gathering evidence, the better the evidence the better the
proof.
M
This way we form a “water tight” web that over time will
become impenetrable other than to the hand of God should he decide to play a
joker card or send us a knuckleball for which as you also know there can be no
response other than to stand still.
Back in late 1989 immediately after I left IMS I moved a few
blocks further east to “baby sit” the Epilady crybabies from South Africa who
kept wetting their shorts to mention little of what caused both the guys and
the gals to have their short hairs form the most horrible of knots.
Nothing gained at this point by giving away the entire
content of one hyperlink of MMI, suffice to say though that at the first
meeting of the top executives “playing business” Mr. King Golden Esq. who was
assisting me in getting my arms around these little monsters suggested I begin
my introduction by quoting a piece which I thought came from Shakespeare, “Oh
what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.”
Perhaps it was my articulation of the work of a character-s
that make the rulers somewhat human that didn’t go down all that well with the
folks who were so enamored with their million dollar bonus checks they had just
cashed and of course like most gifted something they didn’t really deserve
ended up buying fukukta art incapable though of reflecting on how people like Issy [Israel]
Gevisser who helped build up a conglomerate over some 60 years ended up leaving
an estate of some R500,000 with the South African Rand worth just a wee bit
more than a dollar or two.
I have now stopped over for lunch at the Board & Grill
as my computer batteries did in fact run out.
The “Issy” hyperlink shows a photo of my grandfather with my
mom and
The other day I met a young Icelandic gentleman and his wife
who were interested in buying my wife’s house and “Buggie” [sic] had not heard
of this particular custom but told me of an equally pisspoor custom that
involves fishermen burying a shark over a period of time and when it comes time
to excavate the rotting fish it apparently smells just like piss. I can only
wonder what Stanford Professor “Ricchard
Klein” [sic] has unearthed over time that may have him using his wrecked
sinuses as reason for failing to get back to me.
Now a million dollars back in the late 1980s was in fact
worth a few bucks, probably about a trillion dollars today if I were to have
simply invested these idiots’ federal withholding taxes. It wasn’t though very
long before I got a senior accounting person to spill the beans. Mr. Golden was
the only person present at the time and even though he and I are currently “at war”,
the “crybaby” that he
is, King would be hard-pressed to not tell the truth of my effectiveness when
“push comes to shove” simply leaving the room to go take a leak
letting this rather “poor soul” know that “chess is a game not quite the same
as ‘naughts and crosses’ let alone snakes and ladders which is all about
chance” [sic].
Again, unless someone proves to me different, I must assume
Mr. King Golden Jr. is alive and living somewhere in the United States of
America.
To this day there isn’t a single soul amongst this bunch of
mostly white South African Jewish elitists who know the full story about how I
went about pulling the plug on this “Epic show” that
took me on some rather hairy trails while giving these “pishers” every
opportunity to come clean and turn around what was at one point an incredible
money making machine, the closest I have seen in business to a perpetual money
making machine other than GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com.
At the present time I am engaging in a number of “chess
games” all geared toward getting folks to think on their own two feet not look
for bail outs
from the likes of our Federal Government let alone Governor “Ho Chi
Min” Davis. As you know when surfing up a storm let alone riding a real wave it
is nothing short of a death nail to start scratching your ass, wouldn’t you agree
Governor? I am copying Ms. Vicky Schiff one member of the Weatherly Capital
Group on this email.
Back on Saturday, April 12th, just prior to
sending Laurie Black an E-mail
I had prepared but never sent an email to Ms. Vicky. In a matter of hours, no
more than a few days I will be communicating with Ms. Schiff in an effort to
get her to do the right thing and approach the appropriate authorities perhaps
even FBI Agent
Marc Culp who is also copied on this email.
Folks, you must understand that at this point I take it as a
given all my emails as well as my hyperlinks are being very carefully
scrutinized by the folks from Wetherly
Capital who masterminded and executed the riggings of the California
Gubernatorial elections back in November of last year although anyone accessing
the NextraTerrestrial website PDF file directory has been “4warned”
in “Black & White”
that they are committing what is certainly a civil offense and possibly
violating a criminal act..
Back to Einstein who may not have said, “How many
coincidences does it take before it is no longer a coincidence” but I challenge
anyone to prove to me that he didn’t at least once think about it especially as
he started to see his years spent at Princeton were nothing short of a waste of
time, energy to conserve ever so carefully especially once the world comes to
realize that the speed of light in a non-vacuum environment, i.e. outside of
deep space, i.e. here within space ship earth is not a constant which brings
Newton’s basic principles back once again to the forefront of our thinking,
that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
This constant twisting back & forth, every so often one
is on top and the other below, learning from those that came before not
thinking that we are any smarter although possibly physically stronger than
those of even some 4,000 years ago helps to keep physical midgets like myself
grounded, i.e. fortunate enough not to have let our formal education interfere
with our learning and of course always maintaining a healthy sense of humor,
knowing though how best to “roll
with the punches”, never losing one’s center of gravity as one’s opponents
lose everything particularly their marbles, loading up on the spirits as they
become more mean spirited.
Vicky Schiff stopped drinking alcohol some years back but
she undoubtedly became intoxicated with what it might mean to be ever so cozy
with the former President of the United States who became immediately after
exiting the White House so lucky to have found a Republican like Lott
no quite equipped to hold up his end of the bargain allowing this “finger
pointing liar” to escape with just a slap on the wrist, his inability to
practice law clearly no problem for the likes of Mr.
My charges against those who blew all our rights as United
States Citizens to mention little of how we pontificate to the rest of the
world about the importance of Democracy, free speech, blah blah means
absolutely diddly when you consider how poorly we practice so little of what we
preach here at home.
Ms. Schiff, perhaps better than any person alive and I
certainly hope she hasn’t gone AWOL knows
only too well how it came to pass that I happened to be in the pound seats
sitting in as the conspiracy unfolded right before my eyes without me even having
to go so far as to prepare what some would consider “self serving” memos.
The memos detailing private communications between the top
executives of the French Conglomerate Vivendi with more than just a little
interest in water related matters here in the southland are what prompted me to
send Wetherly Capital’s attorney Mr. Bill Jackson nothing short of knuckleball
quite different to the rather softball I sent my former m
As I told Valerie, I don’t distinguish between people who
fail to tell the truth or those who simply avoid or who fail to tell the whole
truth and nothing but the truth. The fact that these yoyos would one day write
and tell me that they were “happy” with my generosity given the fact that I had
them essentially develop the terms of our agreements and then without giving me
any notice just packed their bags before hearing from another source of their cowardice is par for
the course for folks poorly schooled.
And who am I to play G-d in terms of saying whether what
What is most surprising to me, however, is the fact that Ms. Schiff who knew
only too well how I was able to handle keeping several balls up in the air
thought that somehow I would become distracted or could it be that she sat down
with say a bunch of actuaries who predicted that with my love for speed I would
hit an oil patch and end up as just another “road kill”?
It is all about light
which hit me one day as I was heading back from meeting with
So you can somewhat appreciate how when it came time to take
on the folks from Philips BV with their headquarters in Anthoven, Holland, the
Krok family could have got away without paying me a dime for the opportunity to
stick it to the vestiges of the Dutch East India Company that first started the
wrecking ball on the tip of Africa that continues to this day, never to forget
though that it was Afrikaners who were at the forefront of confronting their
own to dismantle a system introduced by the British in all but chapter and
verse.
Some time ago at one of our high school reunions held at a
former Carmelite’s house here in Del Mar Mr.
A late starter I am not, rather just wanting to be as
certain as anyone one human being can be that folks are really interested in
hearing something not only a little different but who have come to the
realization that manna from heaven cannot be relied indefinitely to constantly
fall especially when we fail to pay attention to the signs, most importantly
the laws that were given some 4,000 years ago that spell everything out pretty
clearly without anyone else feeling the need to interpret things better than
what was written in stone.
So when I saw that article in the Los Angeles Times back on January
11th of last year I felt compelled to speak out not at all
though surprised that few including the editors of the Los Angeles Times had
picked up on the supposed age of the Blombos Stone being somewhere in the
region of 77,000 years old to mention little of the “scratchings” morphing as
one looks at things from right to left into an almost perfect Star of David, and of
course as they twist it comes so much like a helix.
There has been nothing perfect about any of our leaders much
the same with mathematics that has certain critical equations like the
circumference of circle recurring ad-infinitum,
man hell bent on not looking at the shadow that he casts and how we have
evolved from animals who don’t quite have our speech patterns although
communicating rather well when gathering food or coordinating an attack whether
it be on other “voice deprived” animals or us humans, all stemming from the
need for survival whereas for some reason with our elevated status we haven’t
been able to rise above it all, that our “deficit needs” more often than not
have us resorting to worse than animal-like behavior while those humans just
struggling to survive, simply wanting to get their basic needs met m
The Jewish people have known war perhaps more so than any
other peoples still surviving and that alone is proof enough to me that the Jewish
people are the “Chosen race” which brings up a hornets nest of deciding who
exactly is Jewish to mention little of what is meant by the word SMArT, the “r”
being “Religion” or “Race” as my “pig belly”
dog I thought suggested the other evening when he forced my wife to leave the
bed he was sharing with us and have Marie all to himself in the spare bedroom.
I prefer to look at how people behave than whether they have
their penis cut by a cutter with a shaky hand or how well they hold a knife and
fork just so long as they are not pigs at the trough, the capital requirements
to become a GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com franchisee well under a $1000 with
more than half inventory and supplies and rest capital equipment.
The “bell” hyperlink contains an article that was sent to me
by my friend Dr. John Pollard who besides for not being related to the
Israeli-spy, Jonathan Pollard, represents the essence of all that is taught in
Judaism without possibly having once stepped foot inside a Jewish Temple
although it is possible Dr. Pollard was at one time one hell of sinner possibly
introducing celibacy to the Catholic Church that had the likes of King Golden
and
It is my hope that Mr. Hedgecock who is also copied on this
email starts to get with the program and at a minimum returns my Avenger
Pitching Wedge that I used to transport my dog to and from Machu Picchu just
months after 9-11 because I would hate to have to take another golf club and spend
the time as well as the money painting another club and there is only one
Pitching Wedge in a golf bag, as far as I know.
To know oneself one has to know more about from where one
comes and since I have no proof that Dr. Pollard wasn’t at some point
reincarnated I won’t push that particular belief system of mine on to you or
anyone else but when one considers the genius equation we know as e=mc² it may
very well prove out evolution to mention little of the hand of God thus a
complete unified theory for the workings of the universe with energy rising or
falling with light increasing or decreasing, that mass remains constant, i.e.
nothing is gained nor is anything lost, that what goes around comes around just
in a different form, much a like a boomerang,
wouldn’t you agree?
The Hot
Water Wars are only just beginning although Forbes Magazine began back on
June 10th 2002 to focus on a problem that should have been far
better aired in the days leading up to the elections that were held this past
November 8th were it not for folks within both the Democratic as
well as the Republican Party sitting on their hands, wouldn’t you agree Ms.
Forsyth who is also copied on this E-mail.
Ms. Forsyth is the niece of my former attorney Mr. James Ashworth who has gone AWOL with my
money to boot despite him having contributed to our incredible victory in court
back on October 23rd of last year.
In a matter of days, perhaps even hours I will be responding
to a number of people who have recently emailed me including Diana
Henriques of the New York Times explaining to her my rather novel approach
to getting a publishing house to publishing my novel rather than the “bland wallpaper”
coming out of the mouths of the fukukta Clinton duo.
I never got to meet
With the world on the brink of collapse, as our unemployed
start etching closer
and closer to places like Germany who keep their youth under wraps by having
men and women stay in school into their 80s although it is possible I heard Mr.
Never to forget that the average American who gets only two
weeks paid vacation per year is today well less than 4 paychecks from being out
on the street, in no small measure thanks to the policies advocated by the
likes of Polie Pollak, a King Golden Jr look-a-like, although Poli may in fact
be a whole lot better looking than King Golden when I last saw him hiding
behind a “Bloc-buster” [non-sic] stand some year or so ago here in Del Mar.
I think I still own bloc-buster.com although the bill could
have gone up in smoke when I ran out of paper to light the fireplace in our
rock cabin a few months back and of course I don’t expect the folks responsible
for billing me to pick up the phone to check to see whether or not I may have
got run over by say a cement truck as
I expected my former Independent Insurance Agency to
have done.
Mr. Golden and others on my “shit list” are no doubt
standing quite still for they are copied on this email although they could also
be excavating their vowels
looking ever so carefully at everything I am writing in the hope that they will
find just the slightest gap to try and nail me on. Mr. Golden though despite
having letting his fukukta formal education from places like Berkeley
University and the Law School of Virginia for “liars steelers and cheetahs”
[sic] interfere with his learning is surrounded by the very best of attorneys
the liberal establishment can muster who know perfectly well the protections
available under the great Constitution of the United States; that I am
protected no matter what by the truth and of course an unfailing belief that
G-d is all about truth.
Cheetahs, by the way is the strip joint at the center of the
FBI probe going on right now of members of the San Diego City Council. There is
truth to the fact that a person can get a 3 year sentence for delivering
someone else a “death blow” which is something I read the other day as someone
on the other side of the window where I was sitting at Starbucks paged through
what I suspect was the San Diego Union Tribune.
Last week I visited the same Starbucks 3 days in a row
wondering how long Mr. Schwartz the founder of Starbucks intends to continue to
pull the wool over the public’s eyes about what is really happening in the
coffee market as I see no placards anywhere suggesting to his patrons that they
give of their spare change to help the coffee growers throughout central and
south America make ends meet as the price of coffee beans plummets. When I
asked one of the servers recently, “When do you expect to implement a price
drop” the young lady simply smiled, smart enough to know that I am not crazy,
wouldn’t you agree?
The more I think about it the more certain I am that the E-mail I thought I
had sent out last week to Ken Miller of blah blah Insurance Agency that handled
my account for sum 16+ years, never left my server.
The sooner you can all get back to me in terms of when you
can vacate the building the sooner I can get back to serving up on my
enumerable websites the Perfect Storms that has www.NextraTerresTrial.com et al
remaining on track to be the number 1,2, and 3 websites on the planet and when
you look carefully at the number “4” you must wonder whether Pythagoras had a
hand to play in that remarkable con-figuration.
What do you think of the coincidence that destruction of the Israelite’s 1st
Temple occurred around the same time as Pythagoras, “Born: about 569 BC in Samos, Ionia, Died: about 475 BC?
It was Pythagoras who figured out first to the best of my
knowledge that, “Number is the essence of all things, good or evil.” If you
were to ask my wife whose maiden name was Marie Dion how she would describe me
the answer you get would more than likely get is “colorful.”
The article contained in the “1st Temple” hyperlink ends with,
“In the light of my research… The second
alignment is the fact that Herod's temple was destroyed on the same day as
Solomon's temple. These alignments show supernatural control of human events in
the 1st century and are charted as follows:
Again, not everyone on this planet has heard of the “$64,000
question” but few would argue that the evidence thus far suggests that, “The
meek WITH TEETH shall
inherit the earth?”
Despite no interruptions coming from my cell phone that my
dog stepped on just as I was leaving the house this email still took me almost 2
hours to write. Time now to go and play.
Be assured I will be sending each one of you at least one
t-shirt with these words and of course they will be autographed which reminds
me that I need to get the other very important woman in
my life to send me a traveler’s check she has been keeping in safe-custody for
a number of years which will not be cashed, but suffice for you to know that cash
is very much King to me, helping folks though who won’t grow up to resent me
for giving them a helping hand, proving my mother once again wrong that, “The
road to hell is NOT paved with good intentions butt with each one of us failing
to measure our words so carefully” [sic].
God bless.
Gary
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