From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, February 15, 2006 10:37 AM PT
Cc: rest;;; Edward Jay Epstein - Author of The Diamond Invention
Cc: South China Morning Post; Nicholas Oppenheimer - DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC]; Mark Gevisser - The Nation's southern African correspondant; Stephen Cohen - Codiam Inc.; Thabo Mvuyelwa Mbeki - President of South Africa
Subject: REASON


Ziegler – while on my one week sabbatical mostly dedicated to fine-tuning the DAAC treason complaint against the United States Congress et al, I remain engaged in watching ever so carefully pigs at the trough such as yourself who make a big deal about how important the truth is to you.


More than ever I am getting feedback from middle and high school kids around the world wanting me to explain better the connection between the role of the Secret Service and why all the fictitious currency being produced at a record pace as a result of rulers, not exactly straight, pontificating the “rule of law”, is not trickling down to the masses who need such a heavily marketed means of exchange to buy the basic necessities that instead get pumped into the stock and real estate markets which while inflationary contributes “dollar for dollar” to furthering the gap between the poor and the rich who have always been above the law but now thanks to the Digital Age can no longer hide mostly from how much they have in the past derived significant benefit from the inevitable cyclical collapse of the house of cards to mention little of how the word “fascinating” does a rather remarkably good job of describing not only The Internet only book, THE DIAMOND INVENTION, but why its increasingly edgy blockbuster author Edward Jay Epstein has not been able to get his handlers, the DAAC who own both Madison Avenue and Hollywood to find him a book publisher of note.


You would know the SS is tasked with not only protecting the President and other government and former government officials but at least equal in importance is their “trusted role” in protecting the money supply long before they accompanied President-elect John F. Kennedy to the Carlyle Hotel on the upper east end of Manhattan just a brisk walk from the DAAC’s epic wholesale diamond-money laundering operations on 47th Street, to get his “official marching orders” from Harry Oppenheimer, the Anglo head of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, the mafia of mafia to begin butchering 30 million odd innocent, anything but communist Vietnamese farmers who were they and their offspring around today would, no different to had my poorer 6 million Jewish brothers and sisters survived the Holocaust of WWII, be adding significantly to the west’s lack of competitiveness reflected in the trade deficit that could only be eliminated given how hooked our population is on government hand outs that began in earnest following the Bretton Woods Conference of July 22nd 1944 by us going cold turkey after we of course finish exploding all our munitions, squeezing the trigger on a semi-automatic or a submarine commander simply talking the word, “fire” in to a computer with speech recognition software far easier than going back to school to learn the basics.


While we all understand more or less the meaning of the expression, “I think he does protest too much” which due to its wordiness provides grounds for both the “interrogator” and the “feigner” to go off on a multitude of tangential issues, with each tick of the almighty powerful clock as the past and the future all come “to-get-her” [sic] in the present, helpful to be reminded again and again of the elegance of very smart women like my wife, “No intelligent woman would dirty their hands by investing in diamonds and the emotional aspect of this trade is wearing thin. Your youth will reflect on it badly” that has you increasingly shaking in your boots even if you don’t know of a single person who would be so mindless as to own a diamond let alone think it pretty to wear in public like my one banker Girlie, it is becoming almost impossible for pigs such as yourself who when it is not too close to home capable every so often of logically thought processing rather well, increasingly out of breath.


While you can still barely banter about with your colleagues over the air battling to make out that nothing is rehearsed, it is increasingly transparent by your pregnant pauses and most of all your deafening silences that there are SIGNIFICANT limits to anyone halfway competent questioning your “intellectual honesty” and the instant you are alone with your thoughts finding it increasingly difficult to look yourself in the mirror not because you think yourself stupid since you are still capable, while culpable, of understanding perfectly well the game you are playing but what is causing your increased short circuits is not knowing who within your inner circle is “playing you” more than what you would prefer to believe.


By the time my sabbatical is over and I have received feedback from a statistically valid sampling of the world’s literate population on the draft of the 100 word or less Test of the Emergency Broadcast System that is already reaching university and school campuses around the globe I am quite certain you will either be looking more seriously for a new profession such as cleaning the sidewalks leading in to places like Tiananmen Square or agreeing to have me on your radio show.


Gary S. Gevisser

A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There


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