From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, August 23, 2007 2:02 PM PT
To:
Cc: rest;
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
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
I have one most terrific
story about Marcus Giles.
Back on June 28th I was visiting a local deli-liquor store in
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/
Seventh, as time ticks on and there is no
attack in either Israel’s or the House of Saud; i.e.
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The geopolitics of
diamonds forges unlikely alliances in I was told, according
to the latest tally, that nearly 8o percent of the eligible voters in all of After making the
rounds of polling places in The difference between
Oranjemund and the rest of I was not surprised to
find that De Beers had not cajoled or even encouraged its black workers in I recalled
Oppenheimer's confidence about The forbidden zone was
a world unto itself. The only means of entering it was the Inside the forbidden
zone is the city of The extraordinary
security procedures are considered necessary in The mine, if it can be
called a mine, is actually the continental shelf of the 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 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 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. " When I viewed the
day's catch in the sorting house, which was that day about 6,ooo carats, I
saw that unlike in "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 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. " 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 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 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. 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 " |
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
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
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:
YOU THINK YOU ARE MAKING MONEY?
THIS IS THE DEAL. YOU CAN TAKE IT NOW OR OPEN UP A
TACO STAND IN
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
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
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, August 23,
2007 11:24 AM PT
To: Nova
Cc: rest;
Dr. John K. Pollard - JKPJKP@alum.mit.edu;
Subject: IF NOT NOW THEN WHEN?
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.
ALAN
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.