From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, March 16, 2004 12:16 PM
To: Trusted Fellow II
Subject: Next Symposium {:}...---...
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I am
“under the gun” to keep my
too websites, footsak and Nextraterrestrial “up dnA operating” [sic] putting
aside the other ongoing work taking place within other websites such as emananddog
and real-tycheck.com, not to forget my “hostile takeover”
of eraider.com, u notice how awfully deafeningly silent Professor Aaron “BrownNose” Brown
has become, my dwindling number of adversaries, again relatively speaking,
recognizing the only way to “hold me back” is to slow down
my websites which in the end has them more and more entrapped in their own
“man-made” spider webs, there being infinite answers in my
circular web, creating nothing short of wind for Nextraterrestrial sails???
There are
too things I would like for u to consider since it seems the financial markets
remain in the Middle Ages in terms of the criteria
they use for establishing “credit worthiness,”
Dark Ages no doubt a better choice of words.
One is to
assist by you using your credit worthiness along with my real estate assets
both in the UK and England to get me a line of credit and for u to have as
security not only the real estate but to hold on to enough of the cash if in
the event I get run over by a cement truck to make certain that the
loan continues to get serviced until such time as the asset-s are liquidated,
and right now my “needs” are a rather modest, $XK bearing in
mind that today in the Santa Monica property alone there is in the region of $2
million in equity, my having at this time 2 vacant units that could be sold off
without any hassle, other than tax consequences, for an amount totaling perhaps
in excess of $600K which is around twice the amount of monies that I owe.
Again
bearing in mind that no one is willing to loan me monies unless I provide
them with current financials which I am simply not in a position to do given
all the other priorities on my plate which requires me to be very much on my toes, taking on the likes of Ron Burkle equivalent in some
folks’ estimation to taking on 100 Fred Deluca’s
and remember Fred spent according to David
Winterton Esq.
close to one million in legal fees so as to prevent u from getting your $125K
repaid, the world is very screwy at this time, and how it comes to pass that
the too of us r aligned is in fact something I actually understand rather well.
Second, is
to assist me in finding someone like Jonathan
Beare to invest in NextraTerrestrial, my giving him a one time opportunity
to invest 1 million dollars in the form of non-voting Preferred convertible stock, paying a
yield of 3% annually “convertible”
into 3% of the equity. This offer lasting all of 7 days.
This would
give the likes of Jonathan “a
hedge” in the event his world implodes and I am in fact left in the
pounds seats in a position to “bail him out.”
I believe
there is enough already out there in terms of my effectiveness in helping folks
resolve conflict without going the lawsuit route to mention little of the
spirituality I have now “attached”
to fundamental physics while at the same time empowering folks how to stand up
to those abusing
the already very overtaxed court system.
In the
course of the next 24 hours u r going to c me taking further steps to keep the
pressure on the yoyos out there who thought that I would eventually disappear
into the “woodwork.”
Until such
time as the “blogs”
come home to roost keeping the “ship
afloat” takes heap loads of my available cash and although,
inconsequential, certainly nothing compared to my net worth forget taking into
account my intellectual property that continues to grow in leaps and bounds one
has to also be conscious of my other needs, i.e. maintaining a “war
chest” in the event some of adversaries were to get more brazen than Ms. Kathryn Murry.
Not that she would go out and hire
some drug crazed Hollander to blast me away, much like that one attorney based
in Amsterdam that Jonathan Beare and I know, no doubt Jonathan knows this one
fellow better than me since I only got to spend an evening with this yoyo, notice I didn’t
say fairy, ferreting out, however, that just like others who have
allowed their formal education to interfere with their learning it is just a
matter of time be4 they resort to “strong arm tactics” once
one removes their thin layer of veneer, money the embodiment of who they r, the
old time tested routine of intimidation using the “laws of the land”
that although not necessarily geared toward the “betterment of all
mankind” remain to be followed by us all, our indifference making us
at least partially culpable, including yours truly, despite mounting evidence
that the masses, thanks perhaps in small measure to also yours truly, are only
now getting their “arms around” being “usurped day
and night” by the minority of us “privileged class”
some of whom are at least trying to do the “right thing.”
Most folks
tho with just the slightest education “tucked under their belt”
preferring to ignore all the “warning signs” that by us having
“mortgaged our future”, i.e. sold off principally the real estate
holdings which belong to the youth who are all our futures for nothing short of
a “song and a dance” we now run the risk of not simply incurring the wrath of these kids turning into very
ugly diks butt then there is the distinct possibility that I am
right, that not only is there one Almighty Intelligent G-D but one who has
mastered the art of how to fix a master painting without having to
start off afresh, i.e. my Bottoms Up Schooling, in our
JoNathan’s words,
Moved
On
Buses
By
Educated
Drivers
This 11
year old boy having quite a way of cleaning up my English
Moved
Off
Balance
By
Educated
Dik-[s-c].
Just this
morning I gave him an art project to draw his version of being MOBBED
and tying it in to the Infinite
Perfection u c on the home page of NT.
Yesterday I
spent along with my dog, Pypeetoe,
almost 4 hours in class with Sebastian
Capella who perhaps for the first time ever, certainly in the last too
years according to Alicia, a rather talented young student, delivered a lesson
that gives me more tools
to explain to the masses how to unite in a way that will minimize if not
altogether stop further bloodshed, my weary despite my knowledge of G-D of the
harm that could come to my loved ones from those so incredibly deprived, their
conscience tossed out the window each time they encounter another distraction
handed to them on a plate by a “bought and paid 4” [sic]
media, bearing in mind the constant warnings I got particularly from Mr. Debonair JRK in recent X as he became
more and more convinced that it was just a matter of time be4 I would
eventually figure
him out.
There is a
painting my mom and I picked up many years back when I was a kid walking the
streets of Europe, perhaps it was in Amsterdam, that showed a toddler take a pee
against a rock
wall my somehow always thinking when viewing this
painting that probably cost no more than a couple of dollars of the story about
this kid who placed his finger in a hole in the dykes until such time as help
came along which brings me to the “smoking gun
proof” relating to the Hot Water Wars in my possession of
political corruption at the highest levels of both the State of California
and the Federal Government best reflected in a series of communiqués
between myself and Laurie Black the daughter-in-law of a former Ambassador
to Switzerland during the Clinton Administration.
Larry
Lawrence is the
real estate crook who first got buried in Arlington National Cemetery
and then when they found out he had lied about his military record his body was
exhumed and for all I know the family based here in San Diego were so
embarrassed by his deceit that they simply tossed his rotting carcass into a
garbage heap rather than pollute a dumpster in downtown San Diego where a
genuine veteran may have to camp out these days given the unadulterated
wholesale liquidation of the American peoples’ real estate holding, a
matter I have begun recently discussing in sum detail in recent times [X] my
preparing this communiqué for forwarding on to others “whiting out”
certain names, places blah blah to protect the innocent.
Matters
with Laurie Black came to a head with I ripped her to shreds back on September
17th of last year with this “absolution”
email following her email to me 4 days prior, subject: Re:
Leave me ALONE Gary!!!!!
I have emailed to ALL..will someone please
tell
The
chronology of events is as important as Laurie’s request to be admitted
to the Roman Catholic Church.
On Sunday, January
26, 2003 1:43 PM PST I had replied to
Laurie, subject: RE: Perfect Storm XXIX,
Lb - Who will all eventually emerge unscathed is
the question I assume you are asking? Perhaps, more importantly, it is a
question of who knew what and when did they know all about the Hot
Water Wars and why someone like Bill Simon
wouldn’t make much of an issue during his battle with Davis let alone how
it came to pass that Bill Simon would emerge victorious against a sophisticated
Wall Street player like the former mayor of LA unless of course Richard Riordan
got rear-ended and consequently suffered a serious bout of whip lash...
Jeffrey Krinsk is in fact one of a kind and I
trust him as much as I do you to always tell the truth. Despite your current
political leanings I believe you will eventually see how deep rooted is the
corruption in our political system that you will have you make the decision to
join me in my crusade to protect our children by empowering them to parent
their parents many of whom have lost their way…
If not now then when?....
Ps…---…
Laurie’s
email to me
In a message dated 1/25/03 6:45:41 PM, gsg@sellnext.com writes:
The information that I have about corruption
at the highest levels of California's State Government involving the biggest
big wigs within the Democratic Party in conjunction with a foreign conglomerate
that has a history of wreaking havoc on the worlds masses will soon be revealed
in its entirety and anything you or anyone else has to say that may get in the
way of my delivering that message will be dealt with accordingly.
Who are you referring to
LB
This
particular exchange with Laurie Black whose uncle is Stanley Black,
a not altogether small real estate tycoon operating out of
….Your email is clear that you don’t want to be
on my mailing list in which case I could simply hit your name with the
"Delete" key on the Hindu principle of "Not arguing with the
once-born" and be done with it or I could take the time out to try and
persuade you otherwise by appealing to you directly much like what my
stepfather and your cousin, Alan Zulman, did in becoming one of the most
effective fundraisers for the State of Israel during its many crises over the
years particularly in 1967.
I happen to have a Hashalom
from January of that year that contains a number of interesting stories and
names that you will no doubt recognize. My mother whose maiden name is Ash wrote
a story about
While the solutions may seem daunting to most I see them
quite in reverse much the same way Quantum Mechanics work, going backwards and
forwards, but with twists that provide me with an overall perspective that
seems to overcome even my addiction to caffeine. Although I rarely drink more than
one cup of coffee a
day I am fully aware that my body could easily dispense with even a drop…
The back of that issue of Hashalom
contains an ad for Gipsy Coffee one of the myriad of companies
owned by the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies and I believe
it is this “pig” issue that has you most annoyed. If I am wrong I
would very much appreciate it if you were to set me straight.
One of the things I am somewhat familiar with is the subject
of “referred pain” as a result of my
stint with a medical device company that received both international as well as
an honorable mention to mention just in
passing another Perfect Storm that is brewing which you haven’t heard
about which involves the “stent” business something no doubt you
might also be interested in for a number of varying reasons.
My emails are in fact designed to address a whole number of
agendas which is why my website NextraTerrestrial.com remains on track to be
the number website on the planet. There is something in it for everyone and yet
obviously not everyone sees benefit to themselves in me succeeding which is why
I am so painstakingly going about trying to flush you out. Once I understand
perfectly what is the nature of your beef then I can modify my approach much
like a pilot does with trimming his wings as he comes into land.
As opposed to a gradual descent which would make me a much
easier target for ground fire to mention little of the bogies who circle above
just waiting for me to make one wrong move I have factored in more of a “wave”
motion that has me going up and down, left and right, right and left but never
do I go around and around in circles. I have taken a thing or two from reliable
history books listening most carefully to people like my father who don’t
lie, steal and cheat who as a fighter-bomber pilot during WWII would come in
steep like a torpedo, getting as low as possible in order to execute a Direct Hit and hopefully get out alive.
In previous communications I have made reference to
Colonel Kroesch who may have been the first Allied Pilot to drop paratroopers
into
I am prepared to do whatever it takes to penetrate each and
everyone’s skull without so much as striking a blow and of course I
don’t fear a lawsuit being dropped on my stoop. It may look like I might
stoop a little but part of that has to do with my muscular skeletal system that
I was provided with at birth although playing “hooker” in the rugby
scrum probably didn’t do much to improve my posture.
We all have many things in common at birth but it is how
quickly we move into being our own beings and not fall victim to someone
else’s shadow. Few people really appreciate great art for the simple
reason that few people who can execute great paintings are competent enough to
explain it. My very good friend Sebastian Capella is an exception and of course
had you been at my New Beginnings Party back in December of 2000 you would have
got to see a few of his masterpieces which I am fortunate enough to own.
One of his works is that of a Roman Coliseum
that dates back 200 years before Christ that is located in northern
Things haven’t really changed all that much since the
Roman times, wouldn’t you agree? Except that we have the advent of the
Digital Age that now allows folks like me to not only choose the stage but set
the stage for revolutionary action that shouldn’t result in any more
blood being spilled. I have to though tread ever so carefully given the fact that
I happen to have all the evidence any court in the world would deem sufficient
to convict.
Yesterday I happened to be having a conversation with an
attorney friend who pretty much gave me the same schpiel that your mother gave
me back on November 8th 2000 when I called to invite you all to my New Beginnings Party. That previous
hyperlink shows Sebastian next to me outside what we all commonly refer to as
The Cave. Your mother’s entreaties that I should vote my
“conscience” sent the same sort of shrill up my spine as when I
think back to each time I visit
We have godly inspired people throughout the ages but none
more so in the last 2,000 years since Einstein who got not only the math almost
perfectly right but got inspired by seeing trains go by. All that one needs to
do is examine one’s own life and see what inspires you to do good and
whether it is simply something that is a knee jerk reaction and if so why not
pay attention to that. The problem I believe lies in the fact that we are all
so much in a hurry that we not only lose track of time but mostly our minds.
I will probably at some point provide the math that proves
out conclusively that I am right about this but right now I am in a race
against time to impress upon people like you that avoiding the pitch brings
with it consequences the least of which is going to be a website devoted purely
to folks who want to be taken off my mailing list.
Everyone has their own agenda and when something conflicts
with it one simply can hit the delete button and get on with whatever else one
has in mind assuming of course one is still capable of focusing after being
delivered one of my knuckleballs.
In a matter of days it is going to come down to me
presenting the evidence of corruption at the highest levels our government and
the folks that your mother wanted me to vote for, at least those responsible
for getting people like Clinton into the highest elected office in the land are
at the heart of the corruption. I intend to rip out this corruption by going
straight for the head and I don’t intend to take any prisoners. I will be
taking Governor Davis and his cronies on an educational journey much like I am
taking you today.
When someone raises a word like “conscience”
albeit a Jewish person I see red especially when it comes out of the mouth of a
South African Jewish person who allowed a bunch of pigs to run roughshod over
many of us to the point that many if not most are in fact so brain dead that
they cannot see the forest for the trees which is exactly what was occurring in
Nazi Germany right before Hitler came to power on a song and a prayer that even
a half wit knitwit who attended Natal University should be able to understand.
Now I am not altogether referring to you for there were more
than a handful of us little shits who had no right to be attending higher
education in the first place given how little we contributed in the effort to
dismantle the Nazi regime which took root in 1948. We were, however, powerless
in large measure the result of your parents’ best friends the
Lazarus’ who mesmerized not only them but most of the community with God
only knows what?
Yes, I know only too well what God has decided to do with
Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus who
is probably moving along a line much like what happened to folks passing
through Ellis Island. For the worst of the worst, however, there is probably
this “fast track” much like what we have in certain court
jurisdictions that keep the masses at bay.
I may in fact get to watch Superbowl tomorrow at least
possibly the half time commercials which might inspire me to further fine tune
my pitch. When, however, you have right on your side it is very hard to be
distracted particularly by being on the so-called left as in liberals who are
blood brothers with those on the “far write” [sic] who may not write as
well as those educated at places like Yale, Cambridge and Oxford let alone a
sanctuary for brain dead white folk like the University of Natal, South Africa.
I took that picture of Nazi memorabilia on my second visit
to
I make it my business to try and be as efficient as possible
and like everyone I have other things going on in my life which are in fact all
neatly tied together but I won’t bother with explaining all that to you
right now. Suffice to say that last hyperlink is an email to the breeder of my
dog who just called me out of the blue wanting my address to send the
dog’s pedigree. Ordinarily my conversations are rather short these days
but I was most interested to hear from this particular Lynne although another
Lynne who called me earlier today also had very interesting things to say as
she asked me my advice about selling her house in
One of the members of the media of the media that I will be
contacting is someone by the name of Lois who happens to own the full brother
of my Pypeetoe that is also winning the hearts and souls of people he comes
into contact with but also the competitions. My dog, although undoubtedly a
Super Italian Greyhound was born just one inch too tall for completion which
just happened to be my luck.
This word “luck” is going to be something you
will be hearing more of as word spreads about the message I will be delivering
in short order. And make no mistake when I deliver the evidence it will be
“short, sweat, and to the point” [sic]
and yes it will require patience.
Some who are not that familiar with my “work
product” may ask silly questions like, “What proof do you have that
Bill Simon was a ‘shoe-in’ and wasn’t simply shopping at
Wetherly Capital for a weather report” and my only answer for such
nincompoops is, “I know exactly what happened so why would I need
proof?”
Of course though it will come down to the better the
evidence the better the proof.
I will give you another case study as it relates to the
question of proof. Despite today being the Sabbath Day my one
attorney-colleague Jeffrey
Krinsk who really doesn’t need any more publicity given his already
pivotal standing in taking over the realm of Shareholder Class Action
Litigation [SCAL] just got done telling me that he had something to do with one
of the five fireworks barges that will be in San Diego bay for tonight’s
Superbowl festivities being placed in front of Shelter Island so that he will
have a bird’s eye view from his home up in Pt Loma that used to belong to
the former mayor of San Diego whose husband was probably the one who decided on
having this incredible freezer that allows Jeffrey each day to ponder the value
of his contribution to society.
With that said, you should decide for yourself whether
Jeffrey was telling the truth when asked him how he managed to pull this off,
“I had them check my credentials in
It is those at the top right now who are the most fearful
and I see it wherever I go and the emails tell it all. And the first to go are
going to be the likes of Milberg Weiss whether or not they get convicted by
either of the two grand juries investigating them. You should know that this
information from this other attorney out of
I had planned this coming Super bowl to celebrate with
everyone including folks like you who I consider as close as it gets to
so-called “family” but events today seemed to drag on longer than
usual putting me a little behind schedule in my “show and tell.”
There is nothing though like coming from behind to win a
race something you certainly understand both on and off the field of play. A
couple of decades back when I “tutored” you in a class at
university, I believe it was “Deceased and Insolvent Estates” I was
actually quite impressed with myself, not that I didn’t expect you to pass
but that I was actually able to communicate my “Bottoms Up
Schooling”. The following year I got to practice my craft in earnest and
that is when I knew I was on to something different.
Even though my family don’t particular care for my
labeling myself “a failed university tutor” nothing I ever did
while growing up in South Africa was as close to the truth as my experience
during those 3 months prior to emigrating to the United States during which
time I managed to convince more than a handful of people to really think about
the nonsense taught in courses like finance and accounting that couldn’t
all be taught to most 13 olds at the time.
Today I know of at least a handful of kids ages 10 and below
who would follow everything covered back then and with the aid of computers do
a “consolidation” in one press of the button assuming of course the
“audirtors” picked up the offshore and off balance sheet items
which only come about if someone is willing to spill the beans.
My understanding is that the grand jury conducting a
criminal investigation in to the law firm of Milberg Weiss, the “keeper
of the gates” the most powerful and rapacious law firm on the planet who
were banking on a Beverly Hills physician to stick to his knitting but whose
shingle didn’t quite describe him being a “front” and ended
up doing time in jail, is now “singing like a canary” to the Feds.
This sort of singing is making a lot of folks very nervous everywhere as you
can well understand. In due course I will bring this matter to the attention of
the folks from eraider.com whose website seems to be getting more hits than
they seem to be able to handle although it may just be a sign of the times and
don’t worry this email is not intended for the New York Times at least
not yet.
Your email reminded me very much of the two emails I
received from Norman Lazarus which you can access by clicking on.
I have yet to respond to Norman who like others I grew up with would
obviously prefer that I “let good dogs die alone” [sic]. I never
really bought into too much of the BS growing up in SA but there were a couple
of English expressions which made more sense than others such as “Sleep with dogs and you get up with fleas.”
My take on the insurance industry may not strike as much as
a cord with you as my take on the Hot Water Wars that directly impacts
developers/investors such as yourself but the more I think about it the more
convinced I am it is my take on how brain dead we and our parents must have
been to have allowed a family like the Lazarus family of Durban North not only
into our schools and synagogues but often times into our homes that is mostly
behind you now wanting to tune out.
I can only wonder how many times you have discussed with
your non-Jewish American friends and business colleagues people like Scott
Tinley the politics preached and practiced by these foul mouthed Jewish
brothers of ours who had the entire community kowtowing to their ill-conceived
wisdom, the antithesis of the teachings of Judaism who, however, to their
credit not only put “their money” where their mouths were but were
never shy to let each one of us know how sanctimonious they were in protecting
each of our behinds, much like what the capos did in maintaining order in the
Ghettos and concentration camps, wouldn’t you agree?
In my business of “problem solving” following
the money trail is not as important as understanding the nature of the business
which only requires one spending a little bit of time in any shop, the smaller
the better much like what my family in Vilnius tendered before the bottom dropped out. To do good business one
doesn’t need a “Yiddisha Kop” one simply needs to keep
one’s wit about you and make certain you make good on your word. Anyone
who preaches more than that is simply having fun generally at other’s
expense, much like what is taught at so-called business and accounting schools.
I have learned a thing or two along the way and most of all
I know the dangers of playing it rough in the “loose scrum” and even my very close
American colleagues who know a thing or tTOo about responding to fast balls
thrown at or near head are mostly worried about those who have had their heads
so deeply implanted in other peoples backsides that they see me giving them no
way out but to distance themselves even further from the truth.
Although I don’t have much hope that I will convince
everyone out there about the need for change I am going to at least give
everyone I come into contact with the opportunity to come with me on a
“light journey” and of course it requires that you be in shape. A
realtor neighbor of ours recently threw up her hands after I had caught her
playing it a little too cutsy for my liking. I was very careful in my choice of
words since she had just had a full-on face lift that was actually one of the
best I have ever seen but God only knows what money she would have saved if she
had been only honest with herself from the getgo. By the time I was done with
her she had aged in my opinion a good ten years and as she staggered to the
door I kept thinking to myself, “Thank God I never said anything like
‘tTOo faced’” [sic].
My “travel companion” thinks like many others
that I sometimes push things a little too far that older folks are simply not
ready for change and who will only do something when forced to. Of course she
is right which is why I push things. There is nothing worse than having to drag
a dead cow out of the mud. Fortunately, my sense of humor can save the day and
it is rare that anyone leaves my company mad although undoubtedly I get more
than my share of cross-eyed looks.
Having only played “hooker” in the scrum I
benefited from the constant flow of air movement coming in from both sides of
the tunnel, tunnel vision to avoid at all cost, wouldn’t you agree? There
were of course many exceptions to the rule of South Africa breeding mostly
brain dead Jewish people and the one that best comes is Michael Moshal who did more than simply
keep me alive. I only knew Mike just a matter of months but just like Jeffrey
Krinsk we used to kid each other a lot especially when things were starting to
look ever so dark.
Michael Moshal died of lung cancer not long after they found
a spot on his lungs just a few days after he started treating me for an ailment
that baffled the best and brightest physicians here in the States. I cannot
tell you how much I miss this great man although his children must surely miss
him more. I happen to believe he too was on a “fast track” and is
now exploring new universes waiting to meet up with his offspring who
undoubtedly will also do good and then sum.
All of our time is valuable and I don’t think anyone
can be left behind and it was for that reason alone I gave of my time when
tutoring you some 26 odd years ago. It is now payback time. “If you are not
part of the solution then you are part of the problem” is something my
mother drummed into my SCAL and I would think that at a minimum
you would have read this deposition taken by a skilled and experienced
litigator particularly my notes in “pink.”
Alan Zulman had a hand in getting this ball rolling and why
I find it rather strange that you would not want to be kept up to speed on such
important matters to mention little of my findings in the area of degenerative diseases. Now of course
if you think I have lost my golden touch then why wouldn’t you simply
make a call say to my brother Melvin or better yet have the courage to call me
directly, 1-858-SEL-NEXT a pretty good number wouldn’t you agree?
Your mother back on November 8th 2000 certainly
didn’t waste time mincing any words with me when telling me what was on
her mind and how important it was that I vote my “conscience…to
make certain that Liarman” [sic] and his worse than boring teammate get
elected. I responded much in the same way to this attorney colleague of mine in
Mark my words, the Chief Executive Officer of the
I still know a thing or too about the importance of team
work as well as the need to offer solutions and alternatives and I happen to
have a game plan that could right matters in less than 18 months not just here
in California but all around the globe but I won’t bother you now with
those set of equations. Suffice to say simply the read the Friday Night Service
prayer in English and you will get a great part of my drift.
Had you spoken to my brother Melvin as I would expect any
“best man” to do about matters of such importance that could have
either one or both us permanently estranged my brother will have undoubtedly
reminded you of the pivotal role I played some years back in bringing back to
life a company that was on a death march to hell without ever once lying,
stealing or cheating or for that matter borrowing a cent or raising a dime in
outside capital. My success though since has in fact a whole lot grandeur but I
have been very careful never to boast because I take the few pledges I have
made to God very seriously and I know full well what becomes of folks who
become a little too big for their boots, most importantly who forget the
meaning of the words they utter however so casually.
I never treat anyone or anything as a casual acquaintance.
Like Einstein I subscribe to the notion, “How many coincidences does it
take before it is no longer a coincidence” although I have yet to fully
master even e=mc² but I know a good thing when I see it. And even Einstein
finally woke up to the exponential power of God albeit a little too late. I
make it my business to learn from every interaction I have and nothing like
playing the clown on occasion although I have yet to stick out my tongue for
the camera.
I have never sought riches or fame and the last thing I
would want is to create more pain but time is in my opinion running out and
those who have accumulated the most through ill-gotten gains should now be made
to do the right thing. It is just a matter of time before the masses catch on
to the stench that comes from a fish rotting from the head down.
Please give this email very careful consideration and
understand that I copy those who I deem it appropriate including family members
as well as those practioners of the law including law enforcement. Now I
don’t consider Dennis Prager part of even the God Squad
but make no mistake I welcome the challenge coming from someone who most Yids
believe to be one of the brightest if not the brightest Jewish person alive
putting aside the certainty I have that he understands no more than the average
person about math or matters pertaining to sex.
The information that I have about corruption at the highest
levels of California’s State Government involving the biggest big wigs
within the Democratic Party in conjunction with a foreign conglomerate that has
a history of wrecking havoc on the world’s masses will soon be revealed
in its entirety and anything you or anyone else has to say that may get in the
way of my delivering that message will be dealt with accordingly.
Your getting certified an accountant was undoubtedly the
first shocking experience you ever received probably in line with the burning
of my right hand when I placed it under boiling water while still a toddler.
Sometimes God grants one exactly what one wishes but I believe he is very
unforgiving toward those who confuse their needs with their wants.
I spent more time playing cards with Alan Benn, a friend of
both our parents and one of my closest friend’s father, than I ever did
studying at university although it was probably no more than on average half an
hour a week over a period of some 3 odd years. I attended the vast majority of
my lectures mostly looking at my buddies who took everything so seriously with
the exception of Mark Hackner who was undoubtedly the best schooled kid I ever
knew growing up. His father, Alan Benn’s partner was not simply good with
footing and cross footing columns and rows of numbers, he imparted to mark
something that I still get a kick out to this very day, “Before paying
too much attention to what some fukukta economics professor has to say
understand that the professor is part of an elitist group who can in the most
sophisticated manner graphically illustrate with pinpoint accuracy where he-she
went wrong in life” [sic].
The only other thing I remember from university besides for
my other pal Jeffrey who began the practice of “accountancy
witchcraft” by bribing the university’s printing staff with all
sorts of goodies in return for advance exam papers is once studying with Shaun
Tomson and David Lazarus, no relation, however, to the Lazarus family currently
in my spotlight. I realized during that “studying session” that
Shaun despite an incredible brain and an understanding of economics in its
purest form, a total joke when compared to understanding the wave forces that
propel one to be the number surfer in the world, would never quite match up in
the business world the way he ripped through waves perhaps still like no other
surfer around to this day. His decision not to endorse beer on the basis he didn’t approve
of drinking cuts at the grain of what makes each of us a chip off the old
block.
One can only establish principals if one’s building
blocks are securely planted and none of us growing up in
What relatives did any of us have that really did the right
thing which would have been to pack their bags in 1948 and head to the State of
Israel and then return to South Africa with a vengeance knocking the crap out
of those hooligan Nationalist Nazi Storm Troopers and their legions of
nincompoops but of course the real enemy wasn’t the Afrikaners but rather
the English transplants who liked their sunshine and Eskimo pie ice cream all
wrapped up in one, “Ice cream we all scream…” but mostly I
heard were the elders farts as they all got phatter and phatter around the
belly while the leader of the pack, Gunter “Pig” Lazarus had many
folks eating out of his lap and then some.
Interesting wouldn’t you agree that my mother, the
“queen of all media” at the time we were growing up never once
approached Shaun Tomson or his parents to make him a superstar? Coincidence or
do you think my mother was some kind of nut not to have seen the chance to make
another major killing. Zena Gevisser is one of the most persuasive people I
know and I would bet my bottom dollar she would have been able to convince
Shaun if she had wanted. Whatever mistakes my mother may have made one of them
was not the desire to die the richest person in the grave although I don’t
know of anyone better suited than she.
Few if any of my friends or even their parents had any real
idea of the aptitude of my mother, her ability to brainstorm numbers in to
verse like no one I have ever met who commandeered me from the earliest of age,
“The tallest trees attract the most wind.” And of course being just
5’8 and one half inches limited me in becoming say a Charger Quarterback
and so I chose to skate and that is where I worked out much of the math that
now has me coming on to center stage. There is time for everything and believe
me there are few people in this world that have had as much fun as me and for
the most part I have kept it to myself.
What I got out of the “Clubius” [sic] card games
with Alan Benn besides for the importance of winning the last trick was to keep
track not of the points being scored during the game but to focus on reading
the mind of a rather brilliant accountant who failed to understand the
importance of art, something his son knew a thing or two about and most
importantly how to get along with others, never to be a threat, just follow the
crowd. Most of all Alan Benn was quiet but silence is not always golden.
I have been around the block and then some and I have come
to know some of the greatest athletes of our times, mostly though boxers and
their trainers, and in particular a trainer by the name of Don Turner who
mostly nodded while keeping his fighters fixed on their target, target zone
that is, being the first to get your opponent to move outside his center of
gravity, the so-called “comfort zone” by using the elbows, the
joints to maximum potential, inflicting pain and suffering while simply
posturing defensively. Don Turner trained folks like Larry Holmes and Evander
Holyfield and of course my very good friend Michael Grant. Boxing is chess in
the flesh and it does more to stimulate the brain than any fukukta game of
cards as long as you don’t have to get inside of the ring.
Several years back I was hanging out at Evander
Holyfield’s estate just outside Atlanta as he was preparing for a
comeback fight and I came ever so close to seeing my lights permanently knocked
out since just the slightest blow to the head from someone who is on a mission
to become for the second or third time, I cant remember exactly what it was,
the heavyweight champion of the world, is simply nuts. Evander though was
sweating and he and I had earlier been just chit chatting. I was, however, now
feeling my oats and had warmed up by knocking a punching bag that seemed to
knock me more than I am even willing right now to admit.
Just as I was about to step inside the ring Don walked over
to me put his arms around my shoulders and started to tell me how impressed he
was with what he had seen, particularly the speed of my hands, telling words to
the effect, “You know if you had come to me when you first arrived in
this country…” By the time he had finished boosting me up I was
ready to take on the entire stable of boxers who were crawling all over the
place. Don spoke more words to me in those few minutes than in the hour he had
been coaching Evander in the ring. Naturally, I was feeling like a king.
All it took was just a few minutes by a grand master of
disguise, one of the smartest men I have ever been so fortunate enough to meet
to save me from myself and it is a lesson I carry with me each and every day.
When I eventually “struggled” free from Don’s grip I looked
around and saw Evander land a right to the jaw of a guy who was close to double
my weight who was being paid to fight and was now throwing up his hands as if
to say, “Enough is Enough.” Evander was all business and I had
confused play with work as I sometimes do.
The morning your brother got busted for stealing something
that didn’t belong to him is a day few if any of us who were there on the
scene will ever forget, particularly when your father cracked him across
the face at the police station while my mother later lectured me that if it had
been me she would have seen to it that I ended up in jail. I remember most,
however, the need to get back into the ocean which is the greatest washing
machine for someone with their head screwed on but more like tumble dryer if
one has one’s head is so firmly implanted in someone else arse.
The hypocrisy of that moment in time caused more than a few
rays of light to enter my brain where I was taken on an educational journey
that continues to this day. While our parents pontificated failing to come to
grips with the lunacy of the system that they were a party to, allowing
rapacious pigs like Gunter Lazarus and his brother to ride roughshod with their
foul mouth disgusting preachings that at best would go along the lines of
“If there wasn’t a black problem in this country there would be a
Jewish problem” without ever considering how such arguments were put
forth by Hitler and his brown shirts which got me to realize that there was
nothing to be gained in even raising my hand let alone putting my heart and
soul into things like the Passover Dinner where the children ask the 4
questions.
Ignorance is not bliss. Stupidity is something that is
learned from an early age just like bigotry and racism and finally lying,
stealing and cheating become second nature.
It is in my nature to try and do right and when I make
mistakes I have paid for them but now I am making it my business to go after
those who steal the lifeblood out of the youth who are all our futures who
refuse to even acknowledge the wrongs of the recent past let alone come forward
and suggest solutions choosing instead to bury themselves in their dirt.
Proteaproperties just caught my eye and isn’t it
something that so many of us are proud to be South Africans especially from
Durban with our English accents and of course people like Clifford Benn and I
with an English parent speak better than those coming from places like
Klerksdorp and god forsaken towns like Kimberly. God, I believe is within each
one of us and it is simply a matter of finding which buttons to press and
keeping things in the right sequencing.
Not in a million years would I expect Kimberly Hunt to
respond to my knuckleball emails but make no mistake when the evidence I have
is laid out for the world to see you can bet your bottom dollar she will be
heading for the hills in embarrassment unless of course she chooses to pay
attention to this email and gives me a call no later than Monday 5pm. I am off
right now to celebrate the day with a gentleman of Lebanese descent who I
referenced in my earlier email today. I think he too believes in miracles.
My “travel companion” has yet to order her jet
but given all that we have going on right now it is unlikely either of us
should be traveling too far. At any time you are welcome to visit me and of
course check out www.sellnext.com
as well as www.nextraterrestrial.com
that continues to remain on track in becoming the number one website on the
planet.
Now if you still think I operate on “fuzzy math”
you wouldn’t be far wrong but then again I never provided you with much
of the insight I was blessed with that has me understanding Chaos Theory better
than anyone has ever managed to explain it to me. Now may I suggest you take a look
at Guidance tTOo and if you or your mother or
your brother or his former boss, Marc Rich, can come up with something better
that will in due course captivate the masses please let me know and I will
respond accordingly.
What we are building at the NextraTerrestrial array of
websites is an all inclusive system that brings the best minds and solutions to
solving the problems of the world. No one but those who contribute will benefit
and everyone will benefit according to their contribution. You will simply have
to trust me that I will if I live long enough and don’t suffer any more
crippling strokes be able to compute the algorithms necessary to ensure that it
be fair. Most importantly, these websites are not dependant on me. I have
around me individuals who are in many ways far more enlightened than me who
don’t quite carry the baggage of almost 41 years of being solitary.
My eldest brother spent most of the 9 months during his
military service in solitary confinement and there were others who got far
harsher treatment for daring to speak out. My brother Neil though did more than
simply speak out. I have never once punched or even threatened to punch anyone
let alone use something like a gun to defend myself since I have always known
that what most men who got their lives cut short failed to do was to embrace a
woman or two who could be counted on to deliver the coup de grace.
Look forward to hearing from you.
Ps – Remember I can still hit you with the
"Delete" key on the Hindu principle of "Not arguing with the
once-born."
Footnote: Since I have not reread what I have written I will
not put my name to it but I will stand by everything I have written and then
sum. I simply cannot be late for this date and again I live each day like it
was my last.
Jeffrey
Essakow had first emailed back on
Please be
kind enough to delete me from your mailing list.
Thanks
Jeffrey
Essakow
Jeffrey’s
request to be taken on an educational light journey began after
he was “blind
copied” on this Perfect Storm III
communiqué sent on Wednesday, January 22, 2003 3:51 PM PST, see below,
to Ms. Kimberly Hunt, Anchorwoman “par-excel-lance”
ABC Network, Channel 10 here in San Diego:
Dear Ms. Hunt…
Not to
forget what Mr. Doug
Royer Esq. told me about Larry Lawrence who apparently took a
liking to Doug when Doug was “fresh out of law school”,
Doug informing me one day after May Day of last when Pypeetoe and I met
with him 4 lunch down close to the water in San Diego bay,
“If I were to be so fricken dumb and go
into business with this crook who I would trust only so far as I could throw
him, no more than a meter, given the burden this scoundrel placed on my
shoulders spanning a relationship of sum quarter of a century as he co-opted me
to do his dirty business, I would simply have your wife’s former
husband’s co-conspirator Ms. Kathryn Murray’s English drug dealer
simply use one of the several guns kept in The Sperm
Donor’s Big House to blast me away, assuming of course his
powerful hand gun is being serviced
If in fact Ms. Murray was successful in getting the
authorities from Homeland Security to lock up English Graham” [sic].
To be
perfectly clear this rather revealing outburst actually took place while we
were seated in the foyer of the building where Doug Royer still apparently operates, to mention in passing that I
just happened to be in Mr. Debonair JRK’s
office the day Doug called up The JRK
seeking assistance in getting me “off his back” which reminds
me of when I did a brief consulting job for a division of Simon and Schuster
following the termination of my non-compete with Insurance Marketing Services Inc., Glen
Shapiro, the president of this one division, showing me a management
video although it could have been a cartoon rendering that graphically
demonstrated how folks make the choice of taking on someone else’s
“monkey”,
remembering that Simon & Schuster were once part of Gulf &
Western that owned Paramount Pictures that owned the rights to
intellectual property like Star Wars, perhaps the most benefit Glen got
out of me during this very informative assignment that actually had him paying
me, me now taking a number of liberties, was my helping him mow his lawn.
It is
important to note that I never heard back from Laurie Black until Wednesday,
April
9th 2003, 2003 6:59 PM PST when she sent me following an E-mail I sent
to the paralegal for my one attorney, Mr. James C. Ashworth, that
contained,
Laurie commenting for
the first time that she “Sits on the
Regional Water Quality Control Board. “
I completely disagree with you Gary. I
have worked in politics most of my career and what motivates me is the
opportunity to make the world better for my children and their children. Sitting
on the Regional Water Quality Control Board helps to ensure that their
water is safe...sitting on the Library Commission I can ensure that their
libraries have books and that a main library downtown will not only be a
destination but also a place for the arts and a place for learning....sitting
on the board of Overseers at UCSD I can try and make sure that our educational
institutions are the best in the nation if not the world. Please do not
be so cynical
Rather
than respond to my
emails directed towards her Ms. Black instead chose ever so artfully the
“artful dodger” that she is, to respond to the email I sent
James Ashworth’s paralegal in which as Laurie pointed out I made mention
of,
Folks like Governor Davis who happened to fight in Vietnam
shouldn't, however, be allowed a free pass for their misdeeds; on the contrary
he should know better than to think he could get away with
“murder.” At this time I have no evidence that Governor Davis has
committed the ultimate crime against humanity but what do you call it when you
play it fast and loose, when you surround yourself with a bunch of crooks, when
you have your hand out wanting to be elected at any cost, when you fail to tell
the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, when school kids now
suffer as a result of budget deficits brought on as a result of a legislature
“bought and paid 4” [sic] not by the average mom and pop small
business taxpayer but by folks like Vivendi, the French Conglomerate who like
any corrupt organization are made up of individuals who hide behind corporate
entities, offshore companies who when called to task suddenly announce simply a
“head change” with the rotting heads simply going back to their
households with their ill-gotten gains declaring that as “private
citizens we should be allowed to live in quiet and piece” [sic]? Not,
however on my watch.
[Gary] if you spent this much time on making sure the world was better than
trashing people who fought for our country....never mind Gary. I just do
not understand where you want to go with all of this....
Then on Saturday,
April 12, 2003 5:17 PM PST I replied, Subject: “RE: The meek
with teeth shall inherit the earth - Perfect Storm
VII & Perfect
Storm III unite”
When you steal an election, when the vote of the mom-pop small
business is not worth the paper it is written on, doesn’t everything else
you have to say become oh so moot or
is it that you wish for me to remain mute?...---…
Which then
brings me back to Laurie Black acting no differently to those getting
their short hairs all “knotted up”,
so fricken quick to bring up their belief in G-D,
having the audacity to throw in my face their pitiful interpretation of Judaism
while failing to adhere to the basics tenets of Judaism not to smitten by
man-made Gods.
Included in
that email to Mr. Ashworth’s paralegal which Laurie Black chose to ignore
was what came first
Jodie, please
please please have James Ashworth call me ASAP or Devin Standard since I am
not in a good cell zone. His number is 1-858-337-1802.
Dr. Stewart is leaving for Australia on Friday and I would
like to have him served with our complaint before then as opposed to having to
disturb my attorneys in Australia as they track him down in “Cockroach
Dundee”
[sic] territory.
Please remind Jim I still need a good hour to review a draft
that leaves open the door for us to expand the number of defendants including
any and all of his professional colleagues, doctors and attorneys who have
played it fast and loose with the truth, never to forget the police reports
that resulted in the FBI and Detective Steele
of the San Diego Police Department showing up at The Cave….
James C. Ashworth Esq. we recently found out has spent
sum time at the Betty Ford clinic which generally
doesn’t cater to drunks who are “down and out”
i.e. “dirt poor”, James coming from a prominent line of
attorneys, his father one of the most “liked & respected”
judges on the bench here in San Diego.
The
reaction of Ms. Black is very much
par for the course of those who have invested emotionally in others who in
failing to examine how apparently “luky”
[sic] they are to be able to afford “The Big House” in the
end forfeit their conscience, going around and around in circles first trying
to throw their adversary off balance by ignoring them, then suggesting that
they are “ill” and when that
doesn’t work to simply “feign illness”.
Such
disgusting human beings so incredibly caught up in their own fricken small
world thinking that they remain the center of the universe much like the Roman Catholic Church holding back 4
sum 400 years the science that showed beyond a shadow of a doubt that the earth
was not the center of even our very small universe commonly known to day as the
Solar System, believing that they will, as long as they keep “pedaling”,
throwing out their bullshit they wont go down with the ship, row row row your
boat…---… their short-circuits making them incapable as they gasp for
breath to even recognize that their privileged position comes at the expense of
the downtrodden who haven’t within them either the means
In most
instances the larceny within their souls to be so corrupted, that is until now.
The Digital
Age a G-D-Send, nothing quite like a breath of fresh air, G-D-Speed now very
much causing things to slow down, even those raised in the most dysfunctional
societies understand that as we approach the speed of light so things slow
down, everything and I mean everything becomes “mathematical”
my ready at this point to take on any fricken astrophysicist, TOE having
at this time the courage to argue differently, agree?
And so I “wind up my case” against just
one individual who allowed not only her formal education to interfere with her
learning but while throwing in her fricken strong beliefs makes a very
conscious move to label me as “insane.”
I have
the monster-s by the tail, and right now I am looking ever so carefully at who
steps up to assist me not so much in my “time of need”
rather 4 each one of us to look ourselves in the mirror and see the “writing on the wall”, these last too
hyperlinks showing u the front and back of a replica tile made from the floor
of a synagogue in Spain going back to the Spanish Inquisition, there more than
a handful of Roman Catholics today who were more than likely forced to convert
back in 1492 while Columbus himself in all likelihood Jewish, certainly
his top people who sailed with him well-schooled in Jewish tradition which
includes the sciences to mention little of the great artists coming from Spain.
And so
when folks talk about Chagall representing the best of Jewish painters they
tend to forget our incredible history which is in fact the history of the
world, the history of all peoples hell bent on seeking the truth, the “stur” on the back of the tile
conjuring up many images, the front though with the number 4 being “reflected
time and again” as we approach another Passover bringing us ever so
close to the infinity sign.
Naturally
u would remember Annie George who founded Ad-Infinitum and then
there is Marie with her “infinite
answers” best illustrated in her infinity sign within a “Perfect
Circle” which from a mathematical standpoint we know cannot be
“true”, truth though, best illustrated in Quantum Mechanics,
something that Einstein failed to grasp in his efforts to seek a
is all a
function of evidence, the better the evidence the better the proof, my ability
to go “back and forth” exploring
without being sidetracked by the bullshit thrown out by the likes of the media
with their stooges such as Valerie Schulte of the NAB who has now had at least 24
hours to prepare4 my follow up email, placing me and those sharing my value
system in nothing short of the “pound seats”.
The
truth does set each and every one of us free, my ending this once again with
the words of Devin Standard when responding to
my subject matter “Re:
?If I am not for myself who is 4 me? And if I am only 4 myself,
who am I? If not now, then when?,
Spot on!
Not much more can be said?
Any, and all moral highground is undermined if the minute
one's proprietary
skin has been saved, one turns a blind eye to lesser,
equivalent, or
greater evil. The fact that the gift of one's life has been
spared
obligates one to, if not ruthlessly wield the sword of
righteousness, to
at the very least, shine a light into the dark corners where
evil
manifests. Otherwise you are abetting the Devil you've
recently dodged. Cheers, D
Love,
Gg
