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From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, August 23, 2007 2:02 PM PT
To: silveranalysis@yahoo.co.uk; schiff@europac.net; merv@themarkettraders.com; itiswell@cogeco.ca; kaja.whitehouse@dowjones.com
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Subject: BEIJING OLYMPICS...---...top secret israeli military intelligence report...tell me when...---...son.


Allow me to first have you think about those 10 million or so blind copied who will a receive a copy of this communication within the next 72 hours.


Next take careful note of the email addresses you see in the carbon copied section.


Next click on to this hyperlink taking you to Perfect Storm II on my first website www.Footsak.com launched some 8 years ago.


Not to mention the word “FOOTSAK” is South African slang for giving someone a “kick in the rear”.


Newell Starks, an officer of Citigroup’s Citicorp Venture Corporation with whom I have a rather interesting Promissory Note

referenced in this 69 odd word email to the Mossad, is not only credited with having invented the notebook computer when working in the late 1970s for Texas Instrument that resulted in him being offered a founding partner position of Compaq Computer which he turned down, leaving some US$2 billion “on the table” but Mr. Starks is the co-author of Perfect Storm II which once you get your “arms around” you will understand perfectly well the following:



First, I didn’t get off a boat just yesterday.

Second, the only person in the world who could ever call me “naïve” is my uncle David Gevisser, the American head of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, the mafia of mafia who have two busy jobs; first, where to vacation next; second, who to kill either literally or by placing in the “poor house” those who don’t get the DAAC’s Agenda, by simply using their unlimited supply of untraceable, lightweight and never inventoried diamond currency, priced always at more than a barrel of oil, to fund a competitor who would fall into the category of “easily impressed”.


Not to mention a good test of whether a kid will grow up to be “easily impressed”; i.e. has suffered from Absent Parenting Disease is to point out someone who has a lot of money and notice whether it gets their attention.


A less scientific method is to place the kid in the company of a highly intelligent dog.

Third, you have a fiduciary responsibility; i.e. increasing personal financial liability exposure to your audience were you to continue in failing to inform them first, of “material” items that will undoubtedly negatively impact their financial well-being as well as my “closeness” to people like Mr. Starks who would “see fit” to share with me his extraordinary intimate knowledge of the business-personal dealings of CVC which you should know already is very possibly the DAAC’s most successful leverage buyout firm in the history of Wall-47th Street, CVC specializing in “management friendly”; i.e. “shareholder hostile” takeovers.


Fourth, people like Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk

of Finkelstein & Krinsk

when not “riding the coattails” of the Feds who of course have their “turncoats” such as Hanssen, going after those corporations who violate our sacrosanct Anti-Trust laws, the most lucrative “targets” U.S. importers of chemicals, also make a not exactly shabby living specializing in Shareholder Class Action Lawsuits where from time to time, despite me “charging them through the nose”, call upon my unique and universal “risk assessment” skills when I coach very skilled and experienced SCALs such as Mr. JRK who also suffer fools badly how to, “respond to fast balls thrown at or near head”.


Fifth, take a look at this 545 odd word email I sent Tom Krasovic of the DAAC controlled San Diego Union-Tribune back on Thursday, July 19th.


I have one most terrific story about Marcus Giles.

Back on June 28th I was visiting a local deli-liquor store in Alpine, California and found myself "hard out of luck" having just earlier left my credit card at a gas station in El Cajon and short just two dollars for a $6.73 sandwich although I had both a checkbook along with drivers license as well as my passport, not to mention I often purchase sandwiches from this deli as I go "back and forth" between a cabin we own in the Cleveland National Forest and our official residence in Del Mar, to mention little of having in my backpack enough gold bullion to make a healthy down payment on the entire shopping center and some leftover to fix the rather large bump in my wife's back bumper that I caused some 5 odd years ago when speaking on a cell phone with a buddy of mine who happens to be very possibly the smartest financial engineer on Wall Street but the shop manager at the time was insistent that I have all the cash, clueless about how much that 200 cents could end up costing his boss no doubt responsible for this “short sightedness” in lost business, to mention in passing what this Wall Street player-friend has yet to learn about how to "make money" I have forgotten although there isn’t very much I forget, of importance, that is.

Marcus Giles had no idea who I was and nor did I have a clue what Marcus Giles looks like.

Moreover, I had never heard the name Marcus Giles since I don’t follow baseball.

So when he came up to me in the parking lot as I was searching for any loose change that may have fallen out of my pockets or those belonging to the many people including kids who ride in my wife's Nissan Pathfinder, I was quite blown away by his kindness, not in the least bit interested in taking a check for US$2.00 just asking that I be “generous” when next coming across “someone in need”.

Now while we are talking about only two dollars, the fact that anyone let alone a "busy" well paid professional athlete would bother to "help out" a "stranger in need", is a very good thing.

Certainly I was "uplifted" by the experience and to thank Mr. Giles who I assume is in his late 20s, about half my age, and probably worth a very small fraction of my net worth, I handed to him two tiny nuggets of gold worth no more than a cappuccino each.


Not to mention I only found out just as he was getting back in to his car, so very thankful for the gold which I told him to share with his lady friend who was seated all this time in the passenger seat, that he played professional baseball, and only finding out later when calling up my “stepson” that Mr. Giles is a “star”.


I hope this story lightens up your day as much as it did mine despite that day ending on a very sad note as I lost my best friend dog, 10 days shy of 6, in the very prime of life to a fast moving train.


Sixth, you can protest “until the cows come home” that you know nothing about me or my extraordinary

 insight” in to the business-personal dealings of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, the monopoly of monopolies, the price fixers of price fixers, the special interest of special interest group who are above all our laws including our so very sacrosanct Anti-Tust/Monoplies/Price Fixing laws; this mafia of mafia having as much difficulty “fixing games” with their co-opted-corrupted professional athletes as they do fixing elections of their bloodsucking-succulent-freeloading professional politicians who know better than to speak out and inform the general public who exactly, “butters their bread” that keeps them so “deafeningly silent”.


Seventh, as time ticks on and there is no attack in either Israel’s or the House of Saud; i.e. Al Quaida’s “backyard” that in the next instant the smartest of the smart Israeli Military Intelligence - benefiting of course from the Mossad, Israel’s intelligence Institute whose best known motto is “By deception we wage war!” - believe and I agree, will instantly result in the paralyzing of the entire U.S. economy, the number of Mossad agents reading your newsletters and equally nonsense columns can only increase, resulting in people like Mr. JRK having increasingly less difficulty in not only filing SCALs against you and your DAAC bosses but overcoming Defense “motions to dismiss” given both the intelligence the likes of Mr. JRK receive as well as the increased number of your listeners increasingly upset with your “playing ostrich”.








DECEMBER 7, 1978

The geopolitics of diamonds forges unlikely alliances in Africa. Only some seventy years earlier, German troops had nearly wiped out the Hereros as a race in Namibia. Now I watched the descendants of the original German settlers urging the Herero tribesmen to vote for their Democratic Trunsthale Alliance. It was a gay, festive atmosphere, with a crowd of Hereto women, wearing red turbans and long Victorian dresses, lined up to vote at a polling booth in Namibia's capital city of Windhoek.

Namibia was still under the firm control of South Africa, which had administered it since 1915, and the election was clearly sponsored by South Africa. Nevertheless, it was the first election in Namibia's history, and considerable efforts had been made to win the support of chiefs of the Herero and Ovambo tribes, who constituted the vast majority of the population. There had been massive rallies, torchlight parades and tribal festivals staged by the South Africans to encourage the black population to vote. The South African army even provided trucks to take the Ovambos from their rural kraals to the polling booths. During the week-long election there had also been scattered assassinations and acts of sabotage attributed to the SWAPO guerrillas. SWAPO had demanded that blacks in Namibia boycott the election.

South Africa, in turn, had invited journalists from all over the world to witness this extravaganza. The purpose was to demonstrate to the United Nations, and the media, that SWAPO could not effectively speak for or control the black population of Namibia. It was, in short, a contest of terror, and the measure of success was the percentage of eligible voters who participated in the election. Those who abstained voted in effect for SWAPO.

I was told, according to the latest tally, that nearly 8o percent of the eligible voters in all of Namibia had cast their vote, which was a resounding victory for South Africa. Returns coming in from the rural Ovambo villages close to the Angola border, where SWAPO guerrillas had their bases, showed that go percent or more of the Ovambos were voting, despite SWAPO threats of assassination.

After making the rounds of polling places in Windhoek, I flew across the Namib desert to Oranjemund, which is located, as its name implies, at the mouth of the Orange River. Even though the election was in its final day, this immaculately clean city was strangely silent. Unlike Windhoek, there were no boisterous rallies or blaring sound trucks in the palm-tree-lined streets. The polling booths were nearly deserted. Although this was the second largest city in Namibia, with more than 7,000 eligible Ovambo tribesmen, all the blacks seemed to be abstaining from the plebiscite. As it turned out, Oranjernund was the only city in all of Namibia that had, through its massive abstention, "voted" in effect for SWAPO.

The difference between Oranjemund and the rest of Namibia was that it was not under the control of the South African army. It was, and had been since its inception in 1936, the private preserve of De Beers and its wholly owned subsidiary, Consolidated Diamond Mines. Oppenheimer's father had built the entire city from scratch after he had obtained exclusive rights to the adjacent 200 miles of Namibian desert called the Sperrgebeit, or forbidden zone. Cordoned off from the rest of Namibia by two barbwire fences, it has continued to live up to its ominous name. No one, not even army or government officials, is allowed into the forbidden zone without the express permission of Oppenheimer's diamond company.

I was not surprised to find that De Beers had not cajoled or even encouraged its black workers in Namibia to vote. Since Namibian diamonds constituted the single largest source of profits for De Beers, Oppenheimer had to carefully weigh any intervention into Namibian politics. Not only the United Nations but five western powers-the United States, Britain, England, France and Germany-were demanding that South Africa relinquish its control over Namibia. The alternatives that were threatened were United Nations sanctions, which could include the severing of all telephone, mail, and air services to South Africa, and conceivably an oil embargo. Under these circumstances, there was the distinct possibility that South Africa would yield and SWAPO would come to power in Namibia. Oppenheimer would have then to renegotiate his subsidiary~ s concession to mine the diamonds of the forbidden zone with SWAPO.

I recalled Oppenheimer's confidence about Namibia. Whether or not he had already established contacts with alterative governments there, it was understandable why he would not want to offend gratuitously the leaders of SWAPO by pressing the diamond workers to vote in this election. He might have to deal with them in the foreseeable future for Namibia's diamonds.

The forbidden zone was a world unto itself. The only means of entering it was the Ernest Oppenheimer Bridge, which spanned the Orange River frontier between South Africa and Namibia. Armed guards manned barricades at both the South African and Namibian ends of the bridge. Before I was permitted to pass into the forbidden zone, I had to be met by an escort from the diamond company and issued a plastic security badge.

Inside the forbidden zone is the city of Oranjemund, with its own food-producing farms and reservoirs. The vast mining area runs alongside the Atlantic Ocean. To enter into the mining area, one has to insert his plastic security badge into a slot in the wall and wait for a door to slide open automatically. The central computer, which opens and closes these passageways, tracks the comings and goings of everyone in the mining area. De Beers' helicopters constantly patrol overhead, and closely monitor the activities of the fishing craft that pass by in the ocean (even though the enormous waves would make landing a boat on the beach all but impossible). Behind the beach, a pack of Alsatian guard dogs patrol the no-man's-land between the two barbwire fences. And behind the barbwire fences is the Namib Desert, one of the most inhospitable areas on earth. It is made impenetrable by 1,000-foot-high sand dunes and 120 degree temperatures.

The extraordinary security procedures are considered necessary in Namibia because what is recovered from the 200 mile-long beach is not kimberlite ore but pure gem diamonds, which can be easily pocketed by anyone. In one small crevice in a rock outcropping, some 15,000 carats of sparkling diamonds were found on this beach some years ago.

The mine, if it can be called a mine, is actually the continental shelf of the Atlantic Ocean. To get at the richest lodes of diamonds, the ocean must be literally pushed back and held back long enough to dig out the diamonds. The mechanism for holding back the pounding surf is a ten-story high mound, which, 600 feet out in the ocean, runs parallel to the beach.

Standing on this sandy mound, I looked down into the "mine," which was actually the exposed floor of the ocean. It was an incredible sight; a full-scale battle between man and nature.

"You are looking at the largest construction project in the Southern Hemisphere," observed Clive Cowley. Cowley had been the editor of Namibia's leading newspaper, the Windhoek Advertiser; now he was the chief public affairs officer of De Beers in Namibia. He pointed to the thousands of workers and machines below. Giant bulldozers were belching smoke and scraping the ground with their blades like some kind of prehistoric animal. Powerful pumps were sucking the water out of the mining area through hoses as fast as it sprayed in over the barrier. Ovambo tribesmen, knee-deep in pools of water, were frantically sweeping the gravel off outcrops of rock on the ocean's floor as if they feared that at any moment the barrier might give way, like a sand castle on a beach, and the ocean would come flooding in.

In the center of all this activity was an enormous piece of machinery, more than a football field in length and two stories high, mounted on caterpillar tracks. A continuous belt of steel buckets traveled around it, like cars on a ferris wheel, scooping up sand at one end and depositing it at the other end. It was the largest machine I had ever seen.

"That's the bucket wheel excavator," Cowley explained. "It cost $3.5 million to build, and it can move 1,800 tons of sand an hour." The sand must be stripped away before the workers, called lashers, can get at the diamond-rich gravel.

The Ovambo tribesmen worked with their primitive tools in the shadow of this colossal machine. The contrast between tribal and modern technology was striking. Ironically,, as Cowley pointed out, it was the tribesmen, not the multimillion-dollar machine, who recovered most of the diamonds. These Ovambos had been recruited to work in the ocean mine in the jungles of Ovamba land, a thousand miles to the north. According to Cowley, they usually received eight month contracts from the diamond company. They would board a Hercules cargo plane, leaving their families behind on the kraal, and fly to Oranjemund.

"They have to be literally fought off the plane," Cowley said. For just sweeping the gravel from the rocks, they received $200 a month. For driving trucks and other more skilled jobs, they earned up to $450 a month. This salary is completely exempt from taxes. Their own expense for their eight-month stay at the mines is $22 a month for their dormitory room and food. "By the time they return to Ovamba land, they have enough money to buy cattle, land or even a wife," Cowley concluded.

Suddenly, a tractor the size of a locomotive came racing toward us. As it passed, an Ovambo waved from the cab. He then maneuvered the vehicle precariously on the edge of the mound, which was only about sixty feet wide, and dumped a load of dirt on top of it. Cowley explained that these tractors wage an around-the-clock battle with the Atlantic Ocean. Waves constantly rip away the sand, and these tractors, each of which carries a thirty-five-ton load of sand, constantly fill the breeches in the barrier. If an opening were not immediately filled, the ocean would break through and submerge the entire mine under fifty feet of sea water.

Every day, more than 100 million pounds of sand and gravel are dug out of the ocean mine. From the massive moving of the earth and holding back of the ocean, about two and a half to three pounds of diamonds are recovered each day. "All this effort, and more, purely for the vanity of women," Cowley added, with an edge of irony in his voice. That irony was only compounded by the fact that De Beers had millions of dollars invested in advertising to take advantage of this vanity.

When I viewed the day's catch in the sorting house, which was that day about 6,ooo carats, I saw that unlike in Botswana and Lesotho there were no black or discolored diamonds in the tray. These were clearly not industrial-grade diamonds, but white, well-formed gem diamonds.

"These aren't the same sort of diamonds that come out of a pipe mine," Cowley said. "They have been pounded by ocean waves for millions of years. The inferior diamonds have been smashed to bits eons ago. Only the fittest survive, and these are pure gems."

Pointing to the container of diamonds that had been recovered from the ocean floor that day, he continued, "There are probably more pure gems in that dish than have been recovered today in all the pipe mines in South Africa combined." Cowley estimated that this single day's production would bring in over $1-5 million when they were sold by De Beers in London.

The profits on these Namibian diamonds were enormous. It cost no more to mine and separate these gem diamonds than it did for the industrial-grade diamonds that constituted the bulk of the production of most other mines. Yet these gems sold for one hundred times the price of industrial diamonds. From the four-hundred million dollars in revenues it took in the preceding year for these Namibian diamonds, De Beers realized a net profit of more than two hundred million dollars, making Namibia De Beers' money spinner.

After we left the sorting house, Cowley took me over to see an extraordinary scrap yard. It was enclosed by barbwire ; and filled with enough antique machines to stock a museum. "Once a vehicle or piece of equipment ever enters the mining area, it is never allowed to leave," Cowley said. He explained that this prohibition was necessary in order to prevent anyone from smuggling diamonds out concealed in a piece of equipment. Since it was not practical to attempt to search for an object as small as a diamond, De Beers simply assigned all the vehicles and machines, when they became outmoded, to this graveyard.

This tangle of relics encapsulated the history of the Namibian diamonds. There was, for example, a train of turn-of-the-century railroad cars with German markings. "Namibia was a German colony when diamonds were first found here at the turn of the century," Cowley said. He explained that the diamond fields were then about 100 miles north of Oranjemund. To mine the diamonds, the Germans had built Teutonic towns at Pomona and Kolinanskop, complete with beerhalls and skittle alleys. "The Germans had the blacks sweep the streets every day to keep the sand out of their houses. When they could no longer find ;my diamonds on the beaches they abandoned these towns to the desert. It has become a ghost town; the beerhall is now filled with sand, sand comes halfway tip the walls inside the houses..."

There was also an ominous looking World War 11 battle tank with a British insignia on it. A huge steel blade had been welded in front of the gun turret. "De Beers converted these tanks to bulldozers after the war," Cowley continued, "because there was no bridge across the Orange River then and it was next to impossible to float heavy equipment across on barges." It took until the mid nineteen-fifties before the bridge was built.

Since De Beers' geologist found that most of the diamond lodes were on the ocean floor, a method had to be devised of holding the ocean back, Cowley explained. Assisted by oceanographers at the University of Capetown, engineers initially experimented with the idea of altering the ocean's current so that it would rip up the beach and redeposit the sand farther from the shoreline. This would create a natural barrier behind which the workers could sweep the diamonds out from the bedrock. To shift the direction of the ocean current, they dug a channel across the beach. Unfortunately, the ocean refused to follow the predicted course, and the engineers gave up on the attempt to harness the sea.

Next, the engineers attempted to erect an earthen dam in the ocean at low tide and cover it with a gigantic canvas tarpaulin before the tide returned. They postulated that the tarpaulin would prevent the ocean from dissolving the dam. Working in a rising tide, it took nearly two hours to lash down this cover. Less than an hour later, the waves ripped the tarpaulin to shreds.

The De Beers engineers had to return to their drawing boards. Finally, in the early 1960s, they came up with a system for building a series of dams that would be replenished with sand from the mine as fast as the ocean could strip it away. "After a good deal of trial and error it worked Cowley concluded.

Leaving the mining area, we had to pass through a long narrow building. Along one wall were large mirrors, which, Cowley explained, were two-way glasses through which security guards observed everyone passing through. At the end of one maze-like corridor, there was a turnstile that led to two closed doors, side by side. We went through the turnstile, waited; then a buzzer sounded, and the door on the right opened. "If the other door had opened, you would have had to undergo both an X-ray and body search," Cowley said. He explained that the selection of who gets searched is completely at random. It would be medically dangerous to subject workers to constant dosages of X-rays, therefore only a small percentage of those who passed out of the mining area each day were actually searched. "Everyone from Harry Oppenheimer to Ovambo workers have to pass through that turnstile, and they never know which door is going to open," Cowley added, as he again inserted our security badges into the slot at the end of the passageway.

The last door buzzed opened, and a moment later we were walking down a suburban street in Oranjemund. The transition from the moonscape-like mine to the familiarity of the modern city was somewhat unsettling.

We dined that evening with a group of De Beers executives at the Hexen Kcssel. The decor and cuisine were meant to evoke an "Old World" European spirit, but, like everything else in Oranjemund, the restaurant had been designed and built by De Beers. As far as the De Beers executives were concerned, the Namibian diamond mining operation was a reality that had been created by De Beers. If a revolutionary government ever forced De Beers to relinquish the concession, one executive suggested that mines would be flooded by the ocean in a matter of months, and no more diamonds ever would be recovered. So the forces of nationalism in Namibia would have to come to terms with the diamond cartel.


Not to mention who would even bother at this time with filing a lawsuit given how such an attack could easily take place not after but before the next Olympic Games scheduled to be held in Beijing, China next summer.


To mention little of the Mossad do not keep it a secret that they have the most brutally effective assassination unit of all the intelligence institutes whose “field agents” make it also their business-personal when “necessity calls” to not only “blacken the hands” of “easy target” top counter-intelligence FBI and CIA agents such as Ames and Hanssen with Diamond Currency, again unlimited in supply, untraceable, never been inventoried as well as lightweight and therefore easily carried in small diplomatic pouches.


And let me remind you as that “time-date certain” attack “sinks in”, bearing in mind that to the best of my knowledge Israeli Military Intelligence did not first consult with God, a diplomatic pouch could be as big as an oil supertanker which could also be one of many “sitting duck targets”.


Moreover, when extraordinarily high-level “moles” accept Diamond Currency in payment for selling out the United States of America which is who is exactly, such spies who keep other spies and spy catchers let alone spy novelists like Tom Mangold from being in the “poor house”, they are also buying for themselves should they get caught one most extraordinary “life insurance policy” that their “loved ones” can “cash in” without any of them first having to buried 6 feet under.


To mention in passing Edward Jay Epstein’s The Diamond Invention written in 1978 also available to the general public as well as all FBI agents such as Hanssen with just the most minimal “curiosity” that their bosses have to be corrupt.


So how patriotic can one expect not only an FBI agent but each and every Secret Service agent when reading about in Chapter 18, THE AMERICAN CONSPIRACY, how immediately following the DAAC having rigged the 1960 Presidential election they were able to arrange a meeting at the Carlyle Hotel located on the upper east end of Manhattan, New York City, the money laundering and intelligence gathering capital of the world, between President elect John F. Kennedy and Harry Oppenheimer, the Anglo South African head of the DAAC, the money counterfeiters of counterfeiters who in September 1938 journeyed to Madison Avenue, Manhattan, New York City where he gave Mr. Gerald Lauck of N.W. Ayer the DAAC’s Agenda:






Not to mention N. W. Ayer had been recommended to Oppenheimer by the Morgan Bank, which had helped his father, Ernest Oppenheimer consolidate his financial empire.


So would you suggest if you were the Director of the Secret Service tasked also with protecting the U.S. currency from counterfeiters none quite as resourceful as the DAAC that when President John F. Kennedy visited Dallas, Texas he might as well as have waved a white hanky?


You don’t think Robert Hanssen was the first or last U.S. top counterintelligence agent so happy to be bought off with Diamond Currency that has not only our CIA and FBI but the entire freeloading United States Congress so “deafeningly silent” on the awesome “Money Power” of the DAAC?


Eight, you might not like the strategies and tactics of the Mossad but once you get your arms around Chapter 9, DIAMONDS FOR HITLER, subtitle THE SECRET WAR REPORT OF THE OSS/CIA that talks to in no uncertain not only the fact the Diamond Currency was used to finance the DAAC stooge Hitler; i.e. pay for the precision engineering that went in to the construction of the crematoria at places like Auschwitz that exterminated Jewish people at the rate of 10,000 a day but what became of those diamonds that were not used to finance the rise of Nazi Germany and at the same time manufacture diamond studded drill bits to produce precision engineered weapons of war, so you might get over in an instant, all depending on the extent of your Absent Parenting Disease, all your built up anti-Semitism especially when you recognize that first and foremost, the 3rd Reich’s Southern Division headed south to South Africa, where the most vile South African Apartheid Regime began transferring to the United States of America the world’s richest mineral resources including uranium, gold and diamonds and in return the Apartheid Regime was provided protection of the United States’ Armed Forces for some 45 odd years by the victorious DAAC Allies beginning some 3 odd years after the DAAC’s Nazi Germany were defeated; and second, the founders-inventors of the Diamond Invention, “liberal” Anglo South African Harry Oppenheimer and “liberal” American Charles Engelhard chose to be buried not in Jewish but in Christian cemeteries such as St. Mary’s Abby Church in Morris Town, two words, New Jersey while the Mossad made certain that showing up at all DAAC head funerals are the DAAC’s most corrupted politicians such as Senator Ted Kennedy, former President Lyndon Johnson and Vice President Humphrey, all big time “liberals” with other peoples’ hard earned wages, just like their principal “seed capital” benefactor American Charles Engelhard, the son of the founder of Engelhard Minerals and Chemicals headquartered in Newark, New Jersey.


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From: Gary S. Gevisser
Thursday, August 23, 2007 11:24 AM PT
To: Nova
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Isn’t it obvious there is an excellent possibility that Dr. John K. Pollard Jr.’s grandson has already been bought off no different to a kid silenced with a Trust Fund from speaking out?


And if that is in fact the case your Judge friend assuming he is honest should allow us to reach that much easier other youngsters “at risk” which is not to suggest that all gang-bangers wont be bought off by the likes of Dr. John K. Pollard although I think you would agree it is unlikely?


So if you are really interested in doing the “right thing” and not just trying to appease your conscience with a perfunctory “feeling good” gesture, you should with this explanation be that much more motivated to get your judge friend to assist me and others wanting to truly “give peace a better chance”, to reach out to all those lacking “basics needs” beginning with the right to clean drinking water, healthy food, a roof over their head and most of all kept away from emotionally abusive parents and grand parents for the simple reason that it doesn’t suit those such as Dr. JKP and The It and their co-dependants all benefiting so greatly from the “status quo” to think of anything else apart from maintaining the “status quo”.


May I suggest that you not wait a moment longer in contracting this judge friend of yours to assist in our “social cause” as I now give the “green light” using this email for others no doubt more in tune with the heartbeat of the universe, not needing me to have to spell things out so clearly which takes up so much of my precious time, to bring online additional email addresses that if not already will inevitably include your judge friend.


If not now then when? If I am only for myself who am I? If I am not for myself who is for me? – Hillel.



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From: Nova
Sent: Thursday, August 23, 2007 10:32 AM
To: gevisser@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Re: Tell me when you are next online. I need 10 minutes of your undivided att...


I thought you needed help with grandson that is why I offered a Judge to help you.





From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, August 22, 2007 5:57 PM
To: Nova
Subject: RE: Tell me…


Below is what I sent out. The edits are in color green. Ask Judge Brand after he has read it whether he would like to meet with me.