From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, November 10, 2005 1:21 PM PT
To:
Cc: rest;
Nicholas Oppenheimer - DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC];
Laurie Black - Strategic Partners with Southwest Strategies, Steve Alexander
Group; Merrick Wolman CA blah blah; Miriam Ross - Survival International; Mark Gevisser - The Nation's southern African
correspondant; Randall@jumpinvestors.com; senator_lieberman@lieberman.senate.gov;
Valerie Schulte Esq. - National Association of Broadcasters; King Golden Jr.
Esq.
Subject: RE: Seacrest, Quay Street, Minehead...SIGNAL TO THE UNITED
STATES CONGRESS NOT TO FUCK WITH THE DAAC...---...
My Royal Mater was in fact
the first to inform me that language is all that separates the “Engrish” [sic]from the Americans
but as you will undoubtedly agree at least in time, that with the Digital Age,
a G-D-Send, we can all go “back and forth”
to ensure that nothing “slips in between the cracks”?
So very important to
maintain a sense of humor while understanding perfectly clearly the workings of
my rather logical mind that repeatedly reminds me, for every
action-reaction-overreaction there is an equal and opposite
action-reaction-overreaction, nothing is gained nor is it lost and what goes
around comes around but with a vengeance.
In other words, I agreed
as you stated to a “guide price” of £285,000, generously only raising it £15,000,
the equivalent of 56 troy ounces of gold given today’s
Earlier today I had a
wonderful phone conversation with an operator from a high speed Internet cable
company, this terrifically in tune employee who is pulling out all stops that
would allow me to share that much quicker not only my thoughts but the beauty
of my surrounds beginning with this most extraordinary view we have here at our
RENTED cliff house in out of this
world beautiful, anything but dull, certainly very crooked Del Mar, California,
overlooking the magnificent Pacific “Oshon” [sic], the sky right this
minute still patches of grey with tinges of light pink and blue, pure white
blotches of cloud, still minute traces of the fog the result of a cloud burst
that took place right when I was describing before my very eyes this out of
this world display of G-D-NAture; a train right now heading
north, the Doppler Effect bringing me ever so quickly back to this awesome
planet Mother Earth.
And as you would expect I
felt the need given this ongoing race I have with my out of this world painter
artist, athlete of athlete, dreamer of exotic sexual dreams, sexy beyond your
wildest belief, French
Canadian Client-Partner-Wife, Marie Dion
Gevisser
to “die the richest person in the grave” to enlighten this truly
generous lady with her not only lightening up her purse and purchasing my forthcoming book, Manager Minute One but to let the Chief Executive Officer and Chairman of the
Board of Adelphia Cable appreciate how much more mileage the shareholders will
get out of staying on my “good side” than run the “certainty”
of me destabilizing what is quite obviously an already rocky world of cable as
I would be forced to spell out once again why it is that we have such
extraordinary nincompoops running things, the result of the Bell Shaped Curve
educational system that rewards the “most average” rising to the top,
such “mediocrity” so easily first observed by just noticing the caliber
of our school teachers especially here in the United States who think that
because each and every other profession is hooked on entitlement programs
courtesy of mostly rich democrats so self absorbed that they promote policies
to assuage their guilt that destroy economic opportunity for those who are
trying to make a living, they should be treated any different?
The difference between
yesterday and today is in fact SIGNIFICANTLY different than it was when
comparing the transfer of Knowledge-Information-Light from yesterday when compared to the day before which in turn
was exponentially advanced when compared with the prior corresponding period
and so on and so forth?
It is increasingly
apparent why it is that the past and the future are all coming “to-get-her”
[sic] in the present, the Digital Age, A G-D-Send?
While I still have your
attention let me share with you and those copied on this relatively brief
communiqué a matter that I failed to disclose to my uncle David Gevisser, the “male heir”
of the superrich and extraordinarily powerful American Charles Englehard
when my uncle David and I met up in Johannesburg, South Africa, back in 1995 some 24 years after the mysterious
death of CE,
his funeral at age 54 drawing NOT President Bush but Democrat Senator Ted Kennedy, former Democrat President
Lyndon Johnson and Democrat Vice-President Humphrey who lost to
Richard Nixon in the 1968 Presidential Election.
My thinking at the time
was that by sharing with my “buffoon” uncle that his “boy
toy”, Mr. Trevor Manual, now South Africa’s Minister of Finance who was
then the Minister of Trade and Industry was doing the most spectacular job of
“fcuking up” [sic] the South African economy, my uncle would forgive me for
failing to make him, executor of the estate of the world’s mineral richest
person, aware of my insight to what was happening in the so-called “last
quarter mile of the superhighway”, the media frenzy at the time making
so little sense other than the fact that all the mergers and acquisitions
taking place were simply opportunities by the media’s mediocre management to “obfuscate”
their “non-stellar” performance; the management funny games making it all
but impossible for nincompoop Wall Street analysts to do comparative analysis
as business units got bought and sold in quick succession, to mention little of
my RM not caring for my “choice
of words” when sharing my “point of view” about the “epidemic
thievery by poor management” with Mr. Randolph Hearst, now deceased,
but who back in late 1993 when I presented him and his wife Veronica Hearst
with my “findings” was Chairman of the Board of the rather large and very
private Hearst Publishing Corporation.
Had I gone further to
describe to my uncle David Gevisser the “intelligence gathering” I did on Al
Sikes, a former Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission who
previously was a United States Assistant Secretary of Commerce and now heading
up the Hearst Corporation’s new media division, courtesy of Valerie Schulte
Esq. and her equally loose minded colleagues including one female attorney
working for the Fox Network who we refer to as the “Dovenor” given her penchant
for going “back and forth” when driving a motor vehicle much like Jewish
people most of whom go around in circles so forgetful of their past ingenious
teachings, it is doubtful I would have got out of my very closed lipped uncle
the continued level of arrogance by the most senior ranking members of the DAAC who back in the early and mid
1990s had absolutely no clue what the smartest minds in the world knew was
going to be one extraordinary paradigm shift, The Internet lending itself to “killer
applications” that would inevitably destroy each and every “price
fixer” beginning with the DAAC,
the very worst transgressors of our sacrosanct Anti-Trust laws, so long that is
as people like Valerie and their pimps such as Ted Turner, Valerie’s lover of
some 15 odd years were fully exposed for the hypocrites that they are.
Besides for G-d, my RM and I are the only humans who know
for certain why my uncle David, my father’s first cousin was “chosen”
for this awesome job that simply required he keep his big mouth shut and hold
on to the reins until such time as I was ready to “take over” to be guided by my RM
who back in 1980 when I joined the DAAC
on 47th Street just a brisk walk from the Carlyle Hotel where CE’s
mafia of mafia partner, Harry Oppenheimer
gave President elect John F. Kennedy his
“formal
marching orders” to move briskly into Vietnam pitting our poor against
the dirt poor Vietnamese who were being led by Ho Chi Minh, a rather staunch supporter of the United States until
he was “sold down the tubes”, was in fact
while very much “retired”, at the prime of her life.
This photo of my RM standing alongside me and my beat-up Fiat convertible in front of
a Mobil gas station in Chicago just months before I joined Codiam Inc. headquartered on 47th
Street in New York City, the heart of the world’s largest wholesale
diamond-money laundering business-personal, pretty close to equidistant between
Wall Street and the Carlyle Hotel, provides a glimpse of the degree of pride my
RM felt as she was quite confident
that once I cut my Afro hairdo, bought a new set of clothes, got rid of the
clog high heeled shoes, not necessarily stopping “al-to-get” [sic] with the
“gay look” I would fit in perfectly
well with the most brilliant financial engineers calling all the shots, rarely
if ever having to raise their voices in reading anyone including the likes of
Alan Greenspan the “riot act” given how brilliantly the DAAC had spun its web beginning once again in earnest in that
fateful year 1933, things only
starting to look “suspect” when CE, believing he was invincible which in his
defense is really very understandable considering how he had so easily
manhandled both JFK
and Lyndon
Johnson, began to open his big mouth telling blabbermouths like
author Ian
Fleming of the DAAC’s
decision to begin “hoarding” gold given the belief that people like Jackie O would unless someone like DAAC operative Maurice Templeton “came
to the rescue” open her extraordinarily big mouth, the former tramp of
tramp First Lady of the United States not as equipped in the fall of 1968 as
she once was to “make ends meet” by doing what she did best; spreading of
anorexic legs as I have pointed out previously requires muscle to be at “sum”
[sic] point attached to the bones, otherwise only able to charge tuppence for a
blow job?
Never, not once, to the
best of my knowledge did whore of whores First Lady of the United States charge
anything close to the exorbitant prices of my RM’s very top Charm School pupils and models to mention little of
my RM’s own so carefully scripted PR as seen in this fairly recent
newspaper article titled Extraordinary life of an inspirational woman coming back to haunt her.
First, the reference to
being hired by Onassis back on October
20th 1968 at his wedding to the extortionist Jackie O to “protect”
this rather stinky person who did such a fine job in spreading the Kennedy clap
across international borders, my RM’s
extraordinary services taking place less than a handful of months before her
other client, the scoundrel Attorney General of the United States, Robert F. Kennedy and one
of many of Jackie O’s paying clients, was assassinated by a crazed Palestinian,
not only the psychiatrists bills paid for by Onassis?
Second, the smaller
article at the bottom of the page titled, Movie moguls latch on to short story that begins with, “Zena’s book, The Winking Cat, has been published across
the US, Australia and South Africa…”
containing utter garbage but designed as you would expect from a master PR
person like my RM to distract while
allowing photos of her and my amazing father, Bernie Gevisser chatting with
Pandit Nehru, and very clear text to spell out in simple English why someone
like the Pacifist prime minister of India would choose to have my ingenious RM as his private guest not for just a
couple of days but two weeks?
The mixing of “fiction”
and “non-fiction” goes back to the beginning of time by corrupt politicians
simply doing the bidding of a handful of lazy and increasingly lazy elitists
who depend on the likes of my RM who
are brilliant, not in the least bit greedy, to maintain the “status
quo” under the guise that has them sleeping peacefully at night that
the ignorant masses not only want to be led but that being led by the nose,
visualize now those cows going up and down 5th Avenue, New York,
were it not for the likes of my RM,
was in the ignorant masses’ “best interests.”
The “Dovenor” did in fact provide me with additional intelligence
besides for what Mr. Hearst needed to “watch out for” with Al Sikes
who had, as best I recall, brought with him to Hearst Corporation a bunch of
government bureaucrats who first started trailing behind him at the Commerce
Department, such KIL assisting me
greatly when negotiating a strategic alliance with the attorney son of Rupert
Murdoch’s private attorney of some 30 years after a night out on the town in
Paris back during I believe it was World Cup 1998.
Just to the left of me
here at our RENTED cliff house, sitting atop a printer is this
electronic hockey puck from the 1997 Stanley Cup Finals gifted
to me soon after our late night negotiation in my hotel room by Mr. Bill
Squadron who at the time was Chief Executive Officer of SporTVision a spin-off
of Murdock’s Fox Network that had developed this rather ingenious technology
that like most technology was “looking for a home” to mention little of my just
noticing as I clicked on to SporTVision’s website that Bill is no
longer a member of the management, not even a member of their advisory council,
now waiting for Jeff Jonas from their “Television Solutions” to respond
to my email enquiring about Mr. Squadron who most of all taught me to be weary
of using the expression “best efforts” in contracts that courts here in the US
have interpreted as forcing the party committed to providing their “best
efforts” to pull out all stops short of bankrupting themselves.
You would agree as I go
about painstakingly and methodical triangulating all the evidence it is
inevitable that people like Senator Ted Kennedy, David Gevisser and my RM will be left with little choice but
to take the
Nothing quite as powerful
as the person behind the throne who as in the case of CE didn’t even need to raise his
hand in salute of anyone other than himself while being able to command along
with his partner HO not only the regular Armed Forces of the entire world but
each and every secret as well as non-secret police force like the FBI, CIA and South Africa’s BOSS to
mention little of Israel’s Mossad having its share of infiltrators.
Again, so very important
the nuclear powered aircraft carrier Enterprise passing by the southern tip of
Africa in mid 1964, just two years prior to the
so extraordinarily cheap sell out RFK visiting with us in Durban, South Africa, such
an extraordinary show of “superior and overwhelming” forces
sending the clearest signal not just to the stooge South African Apartheid
Regime but much more importantly to the so bought and paid for United States Congress NOT TO FUCK with the DAAC.
Just a question of moments
in the history of time, time again relative only to mankind, before the next
generation throughout the world get taught accurate modern day Economic History
that begins and ends with the rise and fall of the Diamond Invention.
It really not in the least
bit astonishing how this terrorist of terrorist financing organization has got
away for so long using their unlimited in supply, lightweight, untraceable and
never once inventoried diamond currency and slick advertising, “A
Diamond is Forever-A Girl’s Best Friend”, the DAAC’s total control so extraordinarily easily not just of its so
extraordinarily blood stained currency that again no one but a handful of us
“in the know” has the foggiest notion of it extraordinarily extensive usage,
the deafening silences, though, speaking inordinate volumes at this time,
bearing in mind again and again, diamonds, both industrial and gem quality have
never, not once, been inventoried, used to buy off each and every head of state
followed by each and every government official elected and non-elected such as
Alan Greenspan, current Chairman of the Federal Reserve, but worse yet
contributed SIGNIFICANTLY to the extraordinary poor conditioning of the minds
of each successive generation and as one would expect, assuming one is still
capable of logically thought processing, our most defenseless and
impressionable youth increasingly looking for the “easy way out”, thinking
as best they can that this world is all about them, helped immensely by the
slogan, “Preservation of life and limb” that affords godly doctors while
stealing blind mostly from the next generation to “make out” not only “big
time” living in big houses, but to protest so fricken self-righteously that
they are doing “good” believing that their offspring no different to them will
be so easily bought off, never getting around to figuring out on their own, at
least not prior to being corrupted, that the biggest problem the world has ever
faced is human population explosion that once properly addressed by educators
in the very next instant solves each and every problem of the world.
The past and the future
all coming “to-get-her” [sic] in the present, the Digital Age, a G-D-send.
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-----Original Message-----
From:
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Seacrest,
Dear Mr Gevisser
We are confused regarding
the figure you have mentioned of £300,000.
The property is on the
market with a guide price of £285,000, would you
accept this figure?
Regards,
Tel/Fax (01643)
706917 E-Mail minehead@webbers.co.uk
-----Original
Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: 'Webbers Property Services, Minehead Office'
Subject: RE: Seacrest,
What do you
mean?
My email
spelled things out very clear beginning with, "My counter follows: 1.
£300,000...."
-----Original
Message-----
From:
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Seacrest,
Dear Mr
Gevisser
Many thanks for your reply received by our
office this morning, however
this does not
appear to discuss the official offer that was put to you on
the 28th
October.
Please confirm that you will only consider
the asking price of £285,000?
Regards,
Webbers Estate
Agents
tel: 01643 706
917
email:
minehead@webbers.co.uk
