From: Gary S. Gevisser c/o
Sent:
To: Walter E. Pinkerton, Jr. Esq.
Cc: rest;
lniles@delmar.ca.us;
Subject: Gevisser Vs Beckham et al including City of
Dear
Walt,
You
did a great job in flushing out Greedy Beckham in court this past
Thursday but I think it is quite obvious we should have been going after at the
same time this inept and corrupt City of Del Mar.
I
will be sending you tomorrow a photo of the ongoing progress
of the city’s gross negligence-corruption as Ms. Rat Face Clark in the
“non-conforming-Accessory
unit” to our main dwelling at 357 Parish Lane makes at least her case
of arrogance, feeling so empowered as she expands her brick work not just onto to public property
but on to the side of the neighbor’s property, the owners of this property only
due back in town I understand in November.
So
extraordinarily SIGNIFICANT the implications of Greedy’s lame excuse that
frankly caught everyone in Judge Bloom’s courtroom by complete surprise,
it doesn’t fit any way you look at it.
It
is late and I am rather tired having spent most of the day “canvassing” the
community in terms of how best to communicate my thoughts to you and the 6.3
billion odd out there constantly reminded of Beckham’s, “I have not had sex in
over a year”, it simply doesn’t fly?
Yet
to hear rumors on Wall Street of anyone flying off the wall daring to suggest
that they were “threatened
and intimidated to act in a manner contrary to the public good because they had
not had sex in over year”.
While
holding your thoughts may I suggest you also now and until such time as meeting
up once again with our maker never lose sight of the fact that going on for
some 100 or so years one organization known as the DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel], the
mafia of mafia, headquartered outside of the United States, its tentacles,
however, extending to every main street in every city and town throughout the
United States, never again to forget where Wall Street gets “sum” [sic] of its
money, has had the worldwide exclusive right to engineer-
Furthermore,
do as I just did and repeat the 106 words above to everyone in your immediate
surroundings beginning with yourself and just like me you will be hit square
between the eyes with the most awesome deafening silence and just to confirm
you are not nuts check it out with your immediate family members just as I did
earlier with our JoNathan as we enjoyed one of the most delicious deserts I
have ever tasted, Marie’s homemade b
Admit
it your mouth is watering?
It
may be necessary to elaborate on the fact that the DAAC is not a figment of your imagination, that its one leader,
South African Harry Oppenheimer met in “broad daylight”
with President-elect
John F. Kennedy at the
Carlyle Hotel on the upper east end of New York City where more anorexic women
feel at home than any at any other depositary for the mentally insane in the
entire cosmos, not just here on planet Mother
Earth.
Who
though but Marie and I would be so extraordinarily nuts willing to spend thousands
of dollars on lawyers’ fees, expend hours of our precious time, endure the most
horrific lying through gritted teeth, the face pulling of Ms. Rat Face Clark alone
worth it all and then “sum” [sic]?
Quite
a statement, for that much money, unwilling to compromise and co-habitat with Rat
Face, she is that bad willing to lose to a judge who may only find
relief from being so bamboozled by coming to our one of kind website www.SupremeInternetCourt.com
or perhaps www.real-tycheck.com?
Now
I would like you to get over “sum” [sic] of these distractions and go back to HO meeting with the future President of
the United States who in winning the rigged election courtesy of the DAAC was just moments away from
assuming the title as Commander in Chief of all U.S. Armed Forces which of
course include both the
Again
beginning with your kids let them imagine a kid arriving next door with her
parents and instead of buying rent the house with the termite infested white
picket fence, the swimming pool walls not shiny bright, not even close.
But
while your kid has to slave away at say a local coffee shop possibly fortunate
enough to eventually get a job as waiter in an upscale restaurant where the
tippers are generous the kid who everyone feels so sorry for because her
parents can’t afford to purchase a house has to stay home, not even enough
money to afford a second car forget the gas-petrol money, car insurance,
licensing, 37 ½ cents postage stamp to get the DMV auto license renewal in the
mail to mention little once again of my mentor Amos P. Wright in 1933 at the
World Fair in Chicago along with a pal when visiting the red light district
learned for 37 ½ cents a piece everything they needed to know about economics
and inflation.
Yes,
the tears are beginning to form in your eyes, another heartbreaking story about
poor people forced to rent not quite able to achieve “critical mass” based on
what their net pay to save for a down payment and participate in the monopoly
game commonly referred to as real estate inflationary bidding wars let alone have
enough dagga stashed away when along comes a rainy day like Hurricane Katrina
followed by money pouring in from everywhere, jobs for everyone, not just pals?
Yet
we don’t hear much these days from either
And
when the non descript poor renters eventually move on everyone else in the
neighborhood now has another distraction and before long there isn’t anyone
even bothering to think about boring stuff like the Money Supply to hell with
M1, M2 and M3, G-d forbid anyone is in good enough mental-physical shape to
stand on the shoulders of giants trying to not only make sense of Einstein’s “Mind
of G-D” equation, “2 c mE” in
“reverse” the most balanced equation known to mankind but to give serious
thought to this genius of geniuses lifelong quest to come up with a
Unified theory
For the inner workings
Of the universe.
Now
I would like you to get this last distraction and go back to your kid waking up
this instant to the possibility that the kid next door was not in fact related
to the adults who were simply plants to establish a retail-wholesale diamond
money laundering operation.
Everyone
expected to “play the game” because the first person to turn in anyone blows it
for everyone!
Everyone
happy as pie so long as the gravy train continues ad-infinitum.
But your problem right now is besides for your kid possibly having read this before you while hearing about me in a private chat room-blog
, your kid working for minimum wage plus very little tips, remember she has not got that job at the upscale restaurant, that is nothing but a pipedream, has just figured out that the kid next door had to have taken acting classes as well as the adults who would nod their heads in agreement with how extraordinarily tough it is to get by in this “dog eat god aspartame” [sic] world.Commiserating
with your kid right now is you would agree increasingly difficult?
