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Tefo - picking up on the word "mysterious"
let me direct u and your friends to Chapter 15 of The
Diamond Invention - I thought this piece below would resonate,
an excellent example of gobbledygook.
Despite
these disclaimers, General Electric had evaluated the feasibility of
manufacturing gem diamonds. It eventually decided against it for two reasons.
First, there was a problem of what economists call "opportunity
costs." Manufacturing gem diamonds required tying up the press for nearly
a week. In that same period, the presses could produce batches of powdered
diamonds for industrial purposes every three minutes. Even though diamond
powder could be sold for roughly only one percent what gem diamonds could be
sold for, it would still be far more profitable to use the press for powder
rather than gems.
To
be sure, General Electric recognized that it would be possible to develop
catalysts that would accelerate the time needed to produce gems and to engineer
more efficient presses that would allow more diamonds to be grown in the same
cycle. However, even if it were possible to mass-produce gem diamonds at costs
comparable to those of industrial diamonds, there would be a more serious
problem. If the public realized that diamonds could be manufactured in
unlimited quantities in a factory, the entire market for diamonds might
suddenly collapse. A senior General Electric executive who was involved in the
decision not to manufacture gem diamonds explained to me, "We would be
destroyed by the success of our own invention. The more diamonds that we made,
the cheaper they would become. Then the mystique would be gone, and the
price would drop to next to nothing." General Electric decided not to
invest hundreds of millions of dollars in presses to produce gem diamonds.
The
diamond invention, which had given value to diamonds for more than a half
century, could survive only as long as this new invention, diamond synthesis,
did not become commercially feasible. De Beers thus set out to retard it
through secret agreements and financial interventions.
Solly Krok’s “counterpart” here
in the United States was a man by the name of Irving Cooper who while quite the
“hands on” entrepreneur did become rather sophisticated in
the financial markets, one of a handful of savvy financial people who provided
the seed capital back in 1967 for a 27 year old stud by the name of
Now of course such matters of “fair play” don’t make
for the type of emotional reaction any non self-centered human being would feel
from reading the piece u forwarded to me my revelations of big time fraud must have
us now focused on what is happening in the real world, being willing, however,
at a moment’s notice to get into the mystical stuff as the degenerates
implode, crying for G-D to help save them, agree?
While philosophy has its virtue when dealing with rogues
who abuse and misuse the teachings of great people, one has to constantly
balance things out going back to Pythagoras the first mathematician-philosopher
to take both mysticism and superstition out of the equation with his Right
Angle Triangle Theorem, his This+This=That not a mention of G-D, yet he like
most of the greatest
It is important to keep our writings clear, polite but
yet understandable to the next generation just coming of age who cannot be
expected to understand spirituality at the highest levels since they do not
have yet quite the command of mathematics and science that makes the transition
in to the spiritual world that much easier, agree?
Consequently I will, at least for the time being, do my
level best to keep G-D out of things while focusing on the numbers to mention
little of my recent communications with the FBI
and Attorney General Spitzer’s
office in New York causing convulsions at this time amongst the pitiful
retarded superrich as the likes of Ron Bellows the Senior Risk Management
Specialist at the $280 billion criminal megalopoly of AIG-Marsh &
McLennan-ACE Ltd continue to help out immensely the vomiting continuing
ad-infinitum when coupled with my suggestions that they not be excluded with
the rest of the human race to always find reason to take a deep breath of fresh
air,,, who would want to be friends with such fart faces, agree?
While u and your friends are only just getting to know me
there is no more than a handful of very sophisticated financial engineers around
the world having an excellent sense of where I am headed with all this
X²+Y²=Z², shaking in their boots when not trying to sleep off their depression
the result of folks like u making contact with me, thank u, thank G-D.
My partner-wife Marie Dion earlier commenting on the amount of
champagne left over from last that I was pouring in to a rather large wine
glass, the 2 of us all alone in her beach house, the fire in the fireplace
crackling away as she mouths off in the most eloquent English with quite the
French accent what she plans to tell a judge this coming Monday, her reasoning
for representing herself in court is, “Not because I don’t have
confidence in my case, it is because I don’t have confidence in my lawyer-liar... u can leave
out the liar bit.”
While pulling this together I am also typing for her an opening
statement that I doubt will contain her “nail
on the head” expression,
“The
world would be far better off if women were on permanent PMS then they
wouldn’t put up with any of the bullshit!”
Again I refuse to expose another colorful independent
thinker such as yourself to the world spotlight unless they twist my arm but be assured u
and your friends r not alone but at the same time need I remind u where u live,
not that we r any safer here in Del Mar, just earlier right be4 sunset looking
at my partner-wife Marie on the balcony of her 2 story beach
house soaking in the sun, last night’s incredible Thanksgiving Dinner at
our 88 year young Gene’s house another one for the record books, without a doubt Marie
“stealing the show” - when in the
history of time has there been a better time to be alive?
In bringing close colleagues of mine up to speed
yesterday with what it is like living in fear of informers
within one’s inner circle more damaging, in my humble opinion, to the
human psyche than seeing a loved one ripped to shreds by cowards firing their
big guns, has done more than take just their breaths away altho they could all
be in intense negotiations with the South African
Government for us to take over Robbin Island feeling that there may be an ounce
of truth to what
The deafening silences beginning in earnest once I let it
be known that I did not in fact need to “expose” any of u in order to
prove my “credibility”,
that such a bogus request spoke volumes of the anxiety being felt by the
superrich who contribute absolutely nothing but misery and distrust amongst the
hard working peoples of the world just battling to make ends meet, agree?
Not a single person familiar with my name amongst the
very “favored class” who is unfamiliar with my rather
stellar track record of success both in the very private arena as well as in
public corporations beginning on October 1st of 1999 as I
manhandled the most rapacious litigators in the world to file a SCAL [Shareholder
Class Action
Lawsuit] against one of their own,
By looking at the emotion contained in this E-mail written by Richard Cooper, the son
of Irving Cooper, u will get a good sense of what someone like Nicholas
Oppenheimer is feeling assuming his London operation has forwarded my “Demand
Settlement”, hopeful that I will receive prior to Monday 9AM Pacific
Time confirmation that Sam Hackner head of private banking for
Investec has done me the honors of hand delivering to the head of the DeBeers
Diamond Cartel their Death Certificate.
With that said, let me repeat a story I have told more
than once.
It begins with a man approaching Irving Cooper with a
patented substitute to Velcro that is more durable and costs significantly less
to produce than the “real thing.” Irv tackles the insurmountable
problem of taking on a product that has pretty much total control of the
marketplace capable of under pricing the “new kid on the block”
by never allowing it to get out of the starting gates, Irv pulling off one
incredible stunt beginning with investing a couple of bucks in slick brochures
and then taking a suite at the Pierre Hotel in New York City overlooking the
south eastern end of Central Park.
Of course if one’s goal is to only impress the very
best of the best risk m
Sidebar to Solly: Remember I love u.
Irv Cooper was one incredible story teller but as Solly
will confirm most sophisticated business people in the world including the top
m
Generally it is folks with weak libidos, again just my
humble opinion, who need to put on a big song and dance to begin with and Irv
at this time was very much in control of his destiny having sold his rivet
business to Snap On Tools a not altogether small American company, most
of all he had the credibility to get control freaks to buy into what was really
not a very elaborate “sting” operation.
Irv had thought through every single detail ahead of
time, going out of his way to have the m
And when his rather short power-play was over Irv had a
few more bucks in his pocket, the media none the wiser and the general public
never got to see a better product on the store shelves and who would have
thought I would last this long to tell this one of a kind story that happens
each and every moment of the day in the real world of “cat and mice.”
It should not take u and your friends more than a
picosecond to come to terms with the utter bullshit vomited by the General
Electric executive,
"We would be destroyed
by the success of our own invention. The more diamonds that we made, the
cheaper they would become. Then the mystique would be gone, and the
price would drop to next to nothing."
While I have yet to hear your political views on our
great President, the most honorable George W. Bush who had to have his
insides turning out when in the presence of the disgusting Clintons at the
opening of the Clinton presidential library to mention little of Bush talking
of Clinton’s brilliance, u must appreciate the incredibly delicate
balancing act going on right this very moment as the price of gold passes the
$450 mark.
While u and your friends may never have heard of my name
or The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies
our family’s public corporation, u just 10 years old when I ran just once
A NAME FROM HERE YOU CAN TRUST OVER THERE that in catching the attention
of a handful of billionaires again provided me and those close to me all the
evidence I needed of how incredibly good was the Gevisser name to South
Africans particularly of color, u have surely heard of my cousin
Neither Thabo Mbeki nor
The deafening silence of
Again, David Gevisser has the means despite his stutter
to explain in “black and white” what exactly he did for Mr. Charles
Englehard the co-conspirator in the Diamond Invention, both Engelhard and Harry Oppenheimer quite
the “sly English” getting the most terrific support from the Democratic Communist Party in the United
States specifically Mr. Robert F. Kennedy
Esq., Attorney General of the United States, to earn his $6 million
“advance”.
Now again, $6 million tax free back in 1971 at the height
of the Nazi Apartheid regime in
But then again for someone to be able to afford to pay
anyone $6 million [United States Dollars] generally means they had the means
and then “sum” [sic], bearing in mind again that when Charles
Engelhard was born G-D didn’t, at least to the best of my knowledge,
suddenly gift this American Coca Cola addict control of the world’s
platinum supply so that he could be just another rich United States Democrat
buying off the White House, agree?
Back to my extraordinary mother, not only consigliore to
the most powerful and richest people of her generation but David
Gevisser’s very good friend who surely would have coached my uncle David,
clearly not the brightest person in the world on how to leverage the David Gevisser
“holdings”, maybe not, agree?
Feel free to call my Royal Mater in the United Kingdom, her
number 44-1-98-46-24-0-88 and may I suggest u begin by being very upfront,
letting her know how it came to pass that u and I r in touch and that u believe
u have the contacts to place once again my ad A Name From Here, You Can
Trust Over There before then asking her why someone such as
Please let me know the instant
Be happy,
Ps – As u
know I may be going to New York soon and perhaps u and a handful
of your friends might like to join me? I believe that in the event u need
financial assistance I can help make the necessary arrangements. Besides for a
studio which I own in Seapoint, Capetown, South Africa which I am trying to get
my family to release the necessary paperwork that would allow me to either sell
or G-D forbid be forced to take out a mortgage, such proceeds could certainly be
enough for say 20 or so of you to travel economy class as well cover all the
incidentals such as hotel, food, entertainment as well as taxis back and forth
between hanging out on 47th Street and visiting with the likes of
Dan Rather,
one of the United States’ Democratic Communist
Party stooges, agree?
As best I recall the headquarters of CBS News is also on
the west side of Manhattan just a little north from where u could all also join
the Cohens of Codiam Inc., my uncle David Gevisser’s close relations, and
me for a bite to eat, Codiam Inc, one
fronting organization for Nicholas Oppenheimer’s DeBeers Diamond Cartel
located in the heart on 47th Street.
Then again, my entire family has gone awfully quiet ever
since I sent my amazing father packing back to Los Angeles with an unequivocal
message that I would not yield to their demands that I keep my big mouth shut but for some reason his
brother in law, Dr. Leizer Molk thought he could “sweet talk”
me with the “Save
I doubt tho u would have any trouble in getting my good
friend Solly to front u the monies, my now giving Solly my word that I will
repay him all such monies “on demand” the instant he submits
such a bill even if he feels that u should travel first class, stay in the
Pierre Hotel, have naked women running in and out of your suites, my also
thinking that in agreeing to adding George Soros to my “sh1t” list, twice now he
has asked to be deleted from my one of a kind email list made up of a
statistically valid sampling of the world’s literate population to while
throwing in a couple of bucks himself to have u folks assist me with doing
stuff like converting my missives into the 11 official languages of South
Africa see the wisdom at this time to also subsidize your Broadway shows, agree?
Remember it is important to be able when returning home to
talk about all the culture u absorbed, then again there are the Cliff Notes, which reminds me of
school boy pal Cliff Benn who must getting awfully
bored talking the same old bs with his other LWWE Kings and Queens not quite
ready to give up the sinful life, yet.
May I further suggest that at least on one leg of the
trip u stop off in London, very possibly I will join u, and we can hang with my
good friend
Ps II –
Our JoNathan who is 12 years of age earned $15 a little earlier, $1 a minute
for listening to what I wrote above as well as giving me his critique. He said
he followed 90% but didn’t understand the PS.
After explaining that sandwich boards can be outfitted to be worn as protest
placards his smile from ear to ear confirmed
his understanding rising pretty close to 100%, then again I have been
diligently tutoring him since the age of 18 months.
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Hi Tefo - i found this piece from Ben Okri's book
entitled 'Infinite
Riches' that i thought you would resonate with. It is an
excellent example
of beautiful writing and how reality is changed....
INFINITE RICHES
Ben Okri
The English Governor General rewriting history
He rewrote the space in which I slept. He rewrote the
long silences of the
country which were really passionate dreams. He rewrote
the seas and the
wind, the atmospheric conditions and the humidity. He
rewrote the seasons,
and made them limited and unlyrical. He reinvented the
geography of the
nation and the whole continent. He redrew the continent's
size on the world
maps, made it smaller, made it odder. He changed the
names of the places
which were older than the places themselves. He
redesigned the phonality of
African names, softened the consonants, flattened the
vowels. In altering
the sound of the names he altered their meaning and affected
the destiny of
the names. He rewrote the names of fishes and bees, of
trees and flowers, of
mountains and herbs, of rocks and plants. He rewrote the
names of our food,
our clothes, our abodes, our rivers. The renamed things
lost their ancient
weight in our memory. The renamed things lost their old
reality. They became
lighter, and stranger, They became divorced from their
old selves. They lost
their significance and sometimes their shape. And they
suddenly seemed new
to us - new to us who had given them the names by which
they responded to
our touch.
Caught in his passionate objectivity, the Governor
General made our
history begin with the arrival of his people on our
shores. Sweating into
his loose cotton shirt, he turned himself into a
fairy-tale figure awakening
stone-age man from an immemorial slumber, a slumber that
began shortly after
the creation of the human race. The Governor General, in
his rewriting of
our history, deprived us of language, of poetry, of
stories, of
architecture, of civic laws, of social organization, of
art, science,
mathematics, sculpture, abstract conception, and
philosophy. He deprived us
of history, of civilization, and unintentionally,
deprived us of humanity
too. Unwittingly, he effaced us from creation. And then,
somewhat startled
at where his rigorous logic had led him, he performed the
dextrous feat of
investing us with life the moment his ancestors set eyes
on us as we slept
through the great roll of historical time. With a stroke
of his splendid
calligraphic style, he invested us with life. History
came to us with his
Promethean touch, as his pen touched our Adamic souls.
And we awoke into
history, stunned and ungrateful, as he renamed our
meadows and valleys, and
forgot the slave trade.
He rewrote our nightspaces, made them weirder, peopled
them with monsters
and stupid fetishes; he rewrote our daylight, made it
cruder, made things
manifest in the light of dawn seem unfinished and even
unbegun. In the
process he laid before our eyes the written evidence of
our recent awakening
into civilization - we who bear within us ancient dreams
and future
revelations. We who began the naming of the world and all
its gods. We who
fertilized the banks of the
earliest and most mysterious civilization, the forgotten
foundation of
civilizations. We whose secret ways have entered into the
bloodstream of
world-wonders silently.
And as the Governor General rewrote time (made his
longer, made ours
shorter), as he rendered invisible our accomplishments,
wiped out traces of
our ancient civilizations, rewrote the meaning and beauty
of our customs, as
he abolished the world of spirits, diminished our feats
of memory, turned
our philosophies into crude superstitions, our rituals
into childish dances,
our religions into animal worship and animistic trances,
our art into crude
relics and primitive forms, our drums into instruments of
jest, our music
into simplistic babbling - as he rewrote our past, he
altered our present.
And the alteration created new spirits which fed the
bottomless appetite of
the great god of chaos.
