From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, March 16, 2004 12:16 PM
To: Trusted Fellow II

Subject: Next Symposium {:}...---... UFO...---...{:}

 

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 Gary to stop e mailing me and leave me alone and stop putting my name in e mails.  He needs help!!! SOMEONE...help him.  To have e mailed me such a horrible e mail, with my head "entrenched up my ass"... when I am dealing with my mother's brain surgery...While I usually delete...I am unable to with all the things he is writing and people are contacting me regarding his fantatial writings about me and my family.  PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE ME AND MY FAMILY ALONE!!!!!!!!!

 

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?....

 

Gary

 

Ps…---…

 

 

Laurie’s email to me Saturday, January 25, 2003 7:08 PM PST contained the following:


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
Gary? Also, I was at the Krinsk home a few weeks back.  He seemed nice as well as his wife.  Incredible home.
LB

This particular exchange with Laurie Black whose uncle is Stanley Black, a not altogether small real estate tycoon operating out of Los Angeles, began when I sent Jeffrey Essakow back on Saturday, January 25, 2003 6:43 PM PST an email that contained amongst a number of things the following:

 

….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 Masada which is published in that issue. I have visited Masada several times over the years but no time was more memorable than when on Ulpan in 1972 we camped at the base, resting in sleeping bags….

 

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 France on D. Day referring to my father as the “miracle man” and make no mistake he is right. Each of us, however, are miracle people when one considers not only the odds of us still being alive but what the sperm of our fathers had to go through in order to penetrate just one egg.

 

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 Spain where Sebastian was born. That piece created back in the 1990s a little revolution in that it became the rallying cry that later got the Supreme Court of Spain to issue a ruling restoring this ancient treasure back to its original form. The previous socialist government had encased it in marble thinking that they were doing something good which is what most socialists, psychologists, psychiatrists, attorneys, accountants blah blah blah right wingers first start out thinking they are doing but eventually get corrupted by the process by the mantel pieces, the frills and of course the thrills of victory.

 

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 Masada which gets beaten up with every footstep taken. It isn’t so much the fact that we have natural erosion at play but the fact that we don’t seem to be in touch with evolution that can only be Godly given its genius in having kept things on what is one amazing track and yet we are constantly getting lost.

 

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 Peru last year soon after doing the Inka trail to Machu Picchu which I had visited earlier with my dog.

 

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 Malibu. Before I could give her my pennies worth the line went dead.

 

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 Las Vegas.” As far as I am aware Jeffrey goes to Las Vegas just once a year on New Years Eve which now has me concerned as to whether or not I can rely on him being able to serve up even bacon when the freeze arrives, as in not if trading of public companies will occur but simply when.

 

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 New York who may have more of a beef with Milberg Weiss than me. Jeffrey at this time still has to deal with those yoyos who have been known to strike more than the fear of God into the heart of even the most omnipotent thinking Chief Executive but not me.  

 

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 New York yesterday. Deborah Sturman is not only a close friend but someone who should be most admired for having brought about the fight that recently placed several billion dollars in the hands of slave laborers during the 2nd World War but she is part of an industry I am now out to destroy and it is only a matter of time before SCALs comes to an end because when the public finally wake up to how rigged this market is, the stock market as we know it, will be over.

 

Mark my words, the Chief Executive Officer of the United States will suspend trading of public corporations. When that will happen is anyone’s guess but I challenge anyone in the universe including you to make the case why it shouldn’t be done first thing Monday morning during the highlights from the previous days Superbowl.

 

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 South Africa were afforded that luxury. Those families that did speak out got their comeuppance and then some. Once you start being sanctimonious about what you will and will not do, how you refuse to commercialize one’s name in support of something that is “wrong” one has to always see it from a “relative” perspective.

 

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 Thursday, January 23, 2003 6:34 PM PST the following:

 

 

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

 

Or

 

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,

 

For those unfamiliar with my point of view, that out of control rapacious business people and professional politicians are not born but raised in households who simply have no value system, it is perhaps important that I explain more of my thinking on this matter never,


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 Gary and think that people in public service are ALL bad.  Everywhere there are the good, bad and ugly.

 

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

 

Or

 

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

 

Unified theory

For the inner workings

Of the universe

 

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?,

 

Gary:

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