From: Gary S.
Gevisser
Sent:
To: Vikki Marlow - Wells Fargo Bank; Christopher
Keeley
Cc: rest
Subject: Serfs Up!
Vikki, a # of folks have suggested I provide at the start of
each “broadcast”
a Summary Of
Subsequent Incidants”
[SOSI].
There have already been too
broadcasted emails today sent out today the last one at 3:12 PM
PST.
And of course I don’t suspect u of purchasing the 2
pairs of lady shoes on my account at Neiman Marcus, certainly u don’t
look the type to be wearing possibly alligator shoes even if they are only
imitation each though costing sum $750 odd, baring in mind, Neiman Marcus
was having a sale.
Tu mention little of our 14-year-old not participating in
the “Personality
Money Grabbing Pageant”
this past weekend that had she won could have eventually led to a Miss World
title, more and more agreeing the world is endless, the World Series thank
G-D, another distraction, the results a 4gone conclusion, if my mother, Zena Gevisser,
had flown in, another beauty queen title “tucked under her
pelt” [sic].
The “tucked under” hyperlink containing a photo
of the “shame chair” in our bedroom covered by the remnants of a
sealskin jacket my incredible mother gifted tu me upon my departure from Durban, South African, on
my voyage
to Chicago back on March 17th, 1978, to mention little of
Danielle’s biological father, i.e. her sperm donor, this past Saturday at
his one other offspring’s soccer game, so far we only know of two
children from at least too marriages, once again, defying, his most recent
former wife’s request, my first and only wife, back on Wednesday, October
15, 2003 6:39 PM to “back off”,
“Your decision
to continue approaching me, harassing me at the kids’ soccer games, in
public forums, in front of the kids as if to suggest to both the kids and other
parents that everything is ‘hunky dory’ between you and I is not
only manipulative but it is quite perplexing for the kids who don’t know
the full story, yet.”
Which led tu me at the start of the game reading Dr. JBS the
“riot act”, not that Marie, who u have met, is incapable of taking
care of her own matters, her most eloquent standing taking place in Superior
Court back on October 24th of last year, us 1 day away from another
celebration to mention little of both kids who although yet to hear the
“full story” r, however, fully aware of the sperm donor’s
penchant 4 disregarding the requests of their mother that Dr. JBS et al not
invade her space, lack of trust pretty much summing it up, much the same all
over the planet, agree?
So why may u ask other than the remnants of testosterone
continuing to flow thru my veins would I even bother with uttering a sound in
the direction of Dr. JBS as he badgered her within an earshot of the other
parents with our 10-year-old Jonathan looking on,
“I just want
to tu talk… I have been opposed to Danielle participating in this pageant
from the start”
to mention little of Danielle telling her mother when Marie
first became aware of this
“business
that is not based on attributes and moral values it is only about money,
exploitation of women and stupid people.”
that Danielle’s sperm donor “and/gor his
hospital will sponsor me $45” [sic].
And who can forget Dr. JBS calling Danielle up on her cell
phone a couple or so weeks back to tell her the “good
news” that she had been “selected” 4 this “fun
opportunity”?
Campbell Soup is not only competent, reliable almost to a
fault, not that she would think of planting explosive devices in the fault
lines that criss cross California her training though with offense
contractor’s like Science Applications International Corporation [SAIC] placing
her in a pivotal position to have dropped by Austin, Texas reminding Mr. Newell Starks
that I now demand my “fair share” white he
frets at home preparing for the Annual General Meeting [AGM] of Stratos Light
Wave stockholders about tu approve the merger with Sterling Holding Company,
where he is the “Chairman of the Bored” [sic].
I just love that “1 FAIR MISS!” notation in my
father’s log books from WWII.
Not tu suggest that Campbell Soup like Mr. King Golden Jnr.
Esq. was familiar with the sophisticated “mind blowing” strategies
and tactics of Mr. Beister, SAIC’s
leader, his penchant 4 surrounding himself on early morning runs with those of
the male species possibly limiting the amount of gap available to highly
competent other staff such as Campbell Soup; albeit my knowledge of Mr.
Beister’s preferences all coming from Mr. King Golden
Jnr. Esq. who could have in fact been forced into “early
retirement” due to his failure to pass a drug test.
As u know I lead a rather simple life, avoiding as much as
possible carrying anyone’s surfboard unless age 3, or younger, sticking
to my knitting, never interfering in other people “indarba” which
is Zulu for “business” unless of course they are out of their
fricken minds to interfere in my business or decide to tackle someone I care
about “without the ball.”
Now of course I have made sum mistakes over the past 46+ odd
years and I have paid handsomely for them, the “duck”
look says it all, but then again my main schooling came on the rugby field as
opposed to the classroom where u r only allowed tu tackle someone with the
ball.
Now how it came about that I ended up playing rugby with the
Women’s
World rugby team is anyone’s guess.
It is very possible that I received a blow to the chops and
ended up in an infirmary which is what no doubt a good handful of evil folks
would like to c me in now other than the fact that not only do have “the
goods” on these folks, having positioned my “forces” very
strategically, most importantly my assets to mention little of my intellectual
property along with my intellectual capacity tu reason, my cognitive skills
probably as sharp as when I was “8 years old”
[non-sic].
So much so that it is tantamount tu playing a chess game
against a bank load of wankers, i.e. nincompoops, so that even if they decided
tu say hire a hit man or half a hit woman what good will come of me being dead
given the fact that a whole lot of what I am saying makes absolutely perfect
sense to them, the idiots that they are, other than my not having provided any
proof they will all return to earth as ants, not yet, that is.
Now of course they could make me into a quadriplegic which
would not only have the authorities on each one of their tails but I still
might be able to talk, worse yet it is just a matter of time before voice
technology will catch up to my ability to type sum almost 150 words a minute
assuming I don’t get fricken interrupted.
Copied on this email in addition to the FBI and the San
Diego Police Department is Roger W.
Robinson a former “economist” at the National
Security Counsel
[NSC] during President Reagan’s first term in office in addition tu of
course, a statistically valid representative sampling of the world’s
population.
Mr. Robinson is not only Mr. Golden’s best male friend
but one of the nicest people I know, at least tu party with, the 3 of us in
celebrating Ronald W
Reagan’s 80th birthday
and Roger W.
Robinson’s 40th
birthday, i.e. both born on the same day, February 6th, turning
Hollywood, California, “upside down”,
leaving the Peoples Republic of Santa Monica, pretty much alone.
And were it not 4 me being “the perfect gentleman”
at Spagos, King, at a minimum, would have been “out on the street”
a guy wearing a big Texan hat surrounded by several handfuls of gorgeous women
an “arms length” from taking King’s head off, but again King didn’t
have much tu worry about given my ability to deliver a “stiff arm”
rugby tackle and Roger’s ability to call in the infantry.
Not quite the horsepower though available to the likes of
Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. who with one phone call could bring all the
firepower available on Coronado Island, Aircraft carriers up the kazoo, Navy SEALs tu boot while
smoothing out any of my rough edges using the Inka stone I brought back with me
on my second trip tu Peru last year.
Cum tu think of it Mr. Devin Standard let me know that he
only has a black belt in one discipline of martial arts and not as I had stated
in my broadcasted email to Margaret Moore, no relation I know of to that fatso
Mr. Moore, “black belts up the kazoo.”
Hi Michael,
would u like to reconsider calling our great president George W. Bush
“fictitious”, and while u r at tell us how your sex life is these days
now that I have u under the spotlight?
Vikki, that last hyperlink takes u to a photo showing me at
the start of the “Opening Salute” be4 jumping over as many as 7
barrels, actually I only did it once without crashing into the audience my
mother very possibly thinking tu herself,
“Christ Almighty, I had no
idea this was more dangerous than rugby; if he keeps this up I will possibly
have to sell off the zillion dollars worth of diamonds I have kept hidden all
these fricken years in my brazier; who tu say if my most trusted Swiss banker
would one day join up with my youngest son at the top of Machu Picchu”
[sic].
Now I throw in the “sic” because I know I cannot
count on any member of my family tu agree with me that my mother would use
either the word, “fricken” or G-D forbid, “Christ
Almighty.”
U can though on page 9 of the www.nextraterrestrial.com website
c me jumping over what I recall to be 4 barrels, my simply not having the time
to mess with the hyperlinks showing these evil doers who would dare tu mess
with me, my lighter
side.
More than a hour and a half of my time has been taken up
since sending out the last email fixing that email before placing it as a
hyperlink; this computer is definitely on its last legs and of course the
responses are streaming on from the last too emails, the deafening silences
though the most telling, hi Chris.
Had Mr. Krinsk shown up at our party this past Saturday with
Mr. Jose Cuervo, his and Campbell Soup’s dog, one can only imagine
what else could have taken place.
That last hyperlink shows a photo of Marie and Jose just as
the party was getting started and as u can c from the clock in the left hand
corner the time was just going on 8:45 PM PST.
By the time the sheriffs department showed up, at least 5
squads cars involved in “the
chase” that had a drunk driver caught at the end of our cul-de-sac
sum “handful” of cars parked alongside having seen better days, the
party to mention little of the music gifted to Marie +
I on our wedding by Ray Anne + Larry was in full swing.
At one point the thought occurred to me besides for inviting
in the officers tu partake in one of the greatest feasts I have ever had to see
if they would file a Permanent Restraining Order violation against
Dr. JBS a few days earlier tu mention little of the notion that had our next
door neighbor not simply thinking twice about taking her chomp change couple
million dollar odd house off the market but coming to live with Marie + I, Patti, tu
repeat, without a doubt the best looking mother of 4 children, sum 57 years
super young I have ever laid eyes on.
And if it turns out that her husband isn’t who she
says he is then she is sum incredible story teller who deserves her 15 seconds
of fame, and a chance to get on the Oprey Winfrey Show.
And of course u can suggest I get my eyes as well as
spelling checked and naturally it is only a coincidence that her husband must
be one of the richest ophthalmologists on the planet, trusting enough though to
leave his incredible wife under “our care” with someone like Dr.
JBS dropping in whenever he pleases or the possibility exists her husband is
the real White African Don, and not Jonathan Beare, who I have always
suspected.
Once Jose and his family left but not be4 Marie ended up
falling intu
the bushes, the last hyperlink showing Marie emerging just about 10 seconds
after this incident, the party moved over to Patti’s house and of course
by this time not only had all the sheriff deputies left the scene butt one can
only imagine what became of the drunk driver daring to enter one of the most
“fortrified rich people’s streets” [sic] on the west coast of
the United States, baring in mind
that not only r we renters but should “we” violate any
“safekeeping” provisions of the rental agreement that only Marie
signed “we” could all find ourselves once again possibly out on the
street.
But then again there is the sanctuary of Mr. Krinsk’s
tennis court, koi ponds up the kazoo and his very tight relationship with the
ruling elite of the enemy, the Democratic Party, never tu forget that yoyo Poli
Pollak who appears constantly on the Fox Network declaring “loud &
clear” that “there is no such thing as the Democratic Party.”
Hi Poli.
So u can appreciate why Marie+I took the day off on Sunday
and other than a soccer practice tutorial on Monday I took pretty much the
entire day off Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and my 3 hour self imposed limit
of typing in front of the computer is fast drawing to an end.
I may still place another post on the eRaider.com
Shareholder Rights message board just tu stur Professor Brown a little more the
idea being that he either shut down his website altogether or do the real smart
thing and hand this rather sophisticated website over tu me, not tu forget post 687.after last
Friday’s “broadcasted”
email.
That “ed” hyperlink takes u to an email I sent
on August 20th 2002 that apparently drove Dr.
JBS into “overdrive” resulting in him sum 19
days later on September 8th, 2002 trying tu bait me into a
“fist fight” and when that didn’t work this out of control
idiot just 3 days later went down to the criminal court house in downtown San
Diego and filed a “false & misleading” criminal complaint
against me, following through on his words 3 days be4, “I will hound u the
rest of your life.”
Monday’s soccer practice had me taking my “chalk
board” along to show this incredible team the “offside rule”
which I mentioned in a previous email, quite clearly being in front of the
screen now sum 140 minutes taking its toll.
Given the fact that about half the players including our
Jonathan are away at camp near our rock cabin which cost not that much more
than the savings Marie made from selling her house without a real estate broker
such as “Chris
Grumpy Keeler” [sic]
being able to lick his chops who at one time was in the running to get
the listing but in the end like all sour losers it was just a matter of time
before I would hear his offensive move,
“People in
glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”
What Mr. Keeley has yet to garner, no connection with Garner
Venture that placed Citicorp back in the 1980s in the pivotal position of
owning the entire insurance market without having to screw around, violate the
Glass Steigel Act in buying Transamerica be4 dumping it, making the likes of
Maurice “Hank” Greenberg look like a genius, is that not only do I
not scare easily nor does Marie who has at her fingertips a telephone number tu
be dialed in the event I were not tu be around, in all likelihood ducking
behind her as she lets rip, her ability to conjugate
eloquently when “under fire”
better than anyone I have ever met including Mr. King Golden Esq. who as I have
said before is thank G-d, a pot head, “otherweiss”
[sic] he would be ruling the world.
At one time not only was Mr. Golden a whole lot better
looking than Bill “Wallpaper” Clinton he was unquestionably a whole
lot smarter having enough sense to know that tu remain in politics, having lost
by just a couple of hundred votes to 30 year Democratic Party encumbant in a
California Congressional election, he to would get further corrupted by the
political process of kowtowing to the likes of Ron Burkle et al, so much 4 Mr.
Poli’s contention “there is no such thing as the Democratic
Party”, a total idiot Mr. Golden, is not, even when he is totally stoned.
And why I assume Roger Robinson has been
“tasked” by the Republican
National Committee with keeping a grip on this left of left wing Democratic
Party nobody; why else would a right of right wing genius, married however, to
someone incredibly smarter and a whole lot better looking, waste his time with
someone so much on the opposite side, certainly I would assume Mr. Reagan paid
Roger Robinson enough money to afford his own pot, wouldn’t you agree?
Even though there was not much sweating going on at
Monday’s practice my sense is that these youngsters in attendance will
understand things a whole lot better if at this Saturday’s game the
opposing team were to score without losing their focus, i.e. getting your
opponent to play to your advantage.
Sidebar: Mr. Hurst, you and your client and you Ms. Vicky
“Sticky” Schiff to mention little of the relatively few adversaries
I have including u Mr. Starks have just a matter of hours before it is
“check mate.”
Just the other morning, I think it was Tuesday I
couldn’t help overhearing Mr. Sammy Haim who lives above The Cave telling
what seemed to be a pretty young and attractive lady “No this is not a new car”
the same spanking new Mercedes that I heard scraping against the garage back on
May 8th of this year, Mr. Haim and Ms. Schiff having met on at least
one occasion, never tu forget the too blonde twins, one who was married to a
rather prominent California Assemblyman, never ever tu forget Jim
Gibson the “Repelican” [sic] who in my opinion is ducking his
responsibilities just like the members of the media who very much like the
status quo, less competition the better, wouldn’t you agree JW August,
managing editor of KABC et al?
.
The only way to keep things in their rightful perspective is
to maintain an accurate chronology never to forget the fact that Dr. JBS filed
his disgusting complaint geared toward knocking the light out of both me and my
incredible Marie “under signature of
perjury” believing that the authorities would be not only distracted
but “fired up” on the first anniversary of the Twin Towers in New
York imploding after 2 aircraft carrying innocent victims were driven in to
their top floors, but to drive home his self-righteousness Dr. JBS brought
along, my boy, JoNathan, who has been cared 4 by me since he was 18 months old.
Vikki, since u r an avid boxer not quite the size of my friend
Michael
Grant your vision to mention little of your sensibilities would have me no
where near to 5 foot 11inches let alone a good 40 pounds more than my
“fighting weight” of 140 pounds and of course I have not come
anywhere close to throwing a punch in any direction in sum quarter of a
century.
No doubt Dr. JBS probably thinks that I owe him sumthing given
the fact that he had me down in addition to all the other gibberish contained
in his complaints as being 5 years younger than my biological age and of course
I won’t go into once again the vital statistics of his girlfriend Ms.
Dawn who was not at this weekends soccer games, two great wins in a row I might
add, incapable of lending her “boytoy” a hand.
Again were it not 4 me thinking 4 sum bizarre reason that
JoNathan couldn’t figure out on his own that his sperm donor was once
again harassing his mother I would have kept my mouth shut and let my
incredible wife tell Dr. JBS just like she told Ms. Kathy Murry, “Don’t even try”
when this other woman in Dr. JBS’ life, remember he is at least twice
divorced, approached Marie on the sidelines thinking my Marie had gone nuts in
forgetting Ms. Murry’s “cozy up tu Dr. JBS ploy”, never tu
forget Ms. Murry’s pitiful “exaggerated” claims that continue
to add up.
Up tu each one of us to settle our differences be4 meeting
our maker who has provided each one of us the means to not only try to be our
best but to be nothing short of perfect, all achievable by us standing shoulder
to shoulder in one straight line.
Getting down to business, I noticed this charge below coming
through my Wells Fargo bank account.
|
10/15/03 |
BANK OF
AMERICA LINE PYMT 031015 XXXX*GARY STEV 0003XXXXX |
$1,871.83 |
I could be mistaken but I was under the assumption that this
particular account had been shut down prior to October 15th?
I had in fact been in contact with Mr. Ferrell of B of A and
his higher up Mr. Steven blah blah, aka Steven Aguiniga, on several occasions
in recent X, not everyone following my abbreviations as in “oftenX”
which 4 the older generation, mostly those who have let their formal education
interfere with their learning translates into “oftentimes”
evidenced by the following too emails.
I believe in one or more of my communications I made it
“perfectly
clear” that I was “voiding” the B of A “automatic
withdrawal” against my bank account with Wells Fargo which I had
previously granted to avoid late payments due to my constant traveling and my penchant
in recent X to place opening mail on as low a priority as humanely possible.
Please get back to me ASAP to let me know how this
“slip up” occurred and what suggestions u have other than me
continuing to “pick away” at the likes of Mr. Ferrell and Mr. Blah
Blah to mention little my upcoming emails to Mr. Kirk Hulett Esq. and Mr. Ivan
Oshry Esq. et al, all in “Jew course” [sic].
Furthermore, back on July 26th I had sent an E-mail to Devin Standard
sum 40 minutes be4 sending Ms. Vicki “Sticky” Schiff this “emissary
to lost souls and disturbed spirits” email not tu be confused with
the similar in nature “emissary”
slingshot email to Mark Weinstein via Machu Picchu, Peru on October 14th
or the “missionary”
email 4 days earlier to Mr. Newell Starks’ associates at the preeminent
“hostile takeover” law firm of Bartlit Beck Herman Palenchar &
Scott.
Nor is there any connection between Mr. Mark
Weinstein’s one attorney Scott and my expression “a hop jump and a
scotch”. Mr. Scott is though, well informed about sum of Ms. Vicky
“Sticky” Schiff’s prior business dealings before joining the
Wetherly Capital Group perhaps the most powerful Democratic Party lobbying firm
in all of the Americas possibly today having expanded their tentacles to both
Asia and Europe given Ron Burkle’s coup in looping in former President
Bill “Wallpaper” Clinton into his Yucaipa Corporation.
Suffice to say Marie did not cash the $1,500 to mention little of the too urns she refused to let me buy this weekend from a garage sale where we picked up too mountain bikes in rather good shape 4 sum $250.
The previous hyperlink contains a scanned in image of the
remnants of the check it is possible that Pypeetoe who is very selective in
what he chews on deciding to leave enough 4 u folks to chew on.
C U in the surf.
