To: Harvey Kochen Esq. Mr. Freeman, Mr.
Aguirre et al at MONEX
Subject: Intellectual
Prostitution and the Bottom line - Perfect Storm XXVII
continues.
Cc:rest
“THE MEEK
WITH TEETH SHeLL
INHERIT THE EARTH” [sic]
Gentlemen,
Marie Dion Stewart [Mds] informs me
that she is still waiting for the return of her monies. So what’s the hold up?
Please don’t push matters to the point where we will have to start
thinking about “inking” cartoon characters that talk to the “make up” job that goes on in boiler rooms as momworker63s, widows, orphans and pensioners become unglued, i.e.
get separated from their lifesavings by fast talking salesmen who learned the
tricks of their trade by attorneys who suffer from verbal diarrhea while hiding
behind corporate veils, bookworms to boot.
This is not a veiled threat but a promise that I will do my utmost
to get you folks to do the right thing. At NextraTerrestrial.com we are working
on alternative ways to balance out those who chew on others by proposing that
everyone from age 3 onwards start thinking more in terms of
“Verbal [non-sic] remedies for saving the wor.d” [sic,
i.e. enough of the nonsense that it is “The meek who shall inherit the earth”
that the most important thing to be schooled in right from the start is to
always tell the truth.
Just a few days ago a Shareholder Class-Action Lawsuit [SCAL] settlement
with Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman was “inked.”
Mr. “O. Ring”, as I prefer to refer to the biggest gangster in the history of
Wall Street, certainly I know of no one more rapacious, is not exactly sitting in
the pound seats despite buying back shares in his flagship Revlon and paying as
high as $7.20
per share well after the SCAL
lawsuit was filed thinking it would throw the SCALLYs [Shareholder
Class-Action Lawsuit Lawyers] off his trail to mention little of what sets me in
motion.
Remember, Perelman is a “Warton” [sic]
Business School Graduate who knows a hot-looking thing when he sees it yet
throws “good money”
after bad, fearful no doubt of how my BUSchooling
is catching on with audiences around the world to mention just in passing Mr.
Bigelow from the San Diego Union Tribune being so nice enough to travel this
past Friday all the way out to my “Stonehenge” rock
cabin in the mountains to test the water; Perfect
Storm III well underway, precious metals on the rise although one should
never hoard let alone go overboard as was the case with a cyclist who came a
cropper while heading down a pass towards my neck of the woods just off Sunrise
highway this past Saturday and a
chopper had to eventually airlift him to safety. He was pretty badly bust
up.
Like with my writings there was method to Mr. Perelman’s madness
including bringing on board his “chew chew train” the likes of Martha “Pitched
Fork[1]”
Stewart who bailed out at $6.36
a share just a week or so before her medical doctor friend gave her the “heads
up” on “Im-clone”
to mention just a “wee byte” about who Governor Davis met with a day or so
later, bearing Xmess gifts that set in motion a string of events that will
help unravel all the kuk that has been building up for centuries as the rich
and powerful stick it to the masses, Vivendi to boot.
Thank God though for the French Canadians who by mixing in well
with the indigenous Indians produced a superstar or tTOo[2].
Unlike me, Perelman wasn’t all that well polished at the start let
alone capable of keeping track of things that matter most. I am prone to losing
things like keys and wallets but so far no one has yet demonstrated the
intestinal fortitude let alone the evidence that would have me committed to the
loony house.
Perelman like the folks from eRaider.com[3]
remains caught between the rock and a hard plate and just trust me it isn’t fun
chewing on an empty plate no matter how fine the crystal or placemat
settings.
People don’t make doormats out of you, you make a doormat out of
yourself. Fine tuning “bubbles” has been
another of my many fascinations from an early age butt don’t
think for a moment that I can’t tell the difference between someone blowing
smoke and someone simply out of tune with reality that begins in no small
measure when one is still a
babe in arms.
Bubbles are very telling and yesterday while enjoying a “stark”
[sic] stout over at the Coronado Hotel I experienced an optical illusion as
the bubbles appeared to be defying gravity, moving down the glass as the head
took form. The fish, as you know, does rot from the head down and
nowhere is it more apparent than what I experienced dealing with you folks from
MOANEX.
In due course I will be addressing an “ex” who too likes to moan a
lot while pushing things to the limit although he now says he is looking for “piece and quiet” [sic].
Nothing like being out in the ocean all by oneself to get to know oneself, let
alone caught without a paddle having but one life vest[4]
that has more than one hole. The sum of the parts may make up more than a hole
but all hell can break loose if one doesn’t take care of one’s oval shaped
organs to mention little of what’s in store after living an unholy existence
when God after downloading all the kuk you have accumulated decides to return
you to earth as say a small little fish to serve the starving masses.
On the other hand there is nothing quite like being in the ocean
when everything is in
sync, the sun, the wind, the currents which equal climate but it can be a
hell hole if just one part of the equation decides to KISS off others while
focused on drawing perfect circles that don’t exist in nature for a very good
reason; the ends meet when one is so bent over that one can do nothing short of
kissing one’s ass goodbye. Double jointed folks are the ones having the most
fun, Cirque de Sole a masterpiece as well.
Please take careful notes as the Perfect Storms on the
NextraTerrestrial array of websites gain strength and unite. The ocean is one
of the greatest washing machines imaginable but first one needs to be alive to
appreciate its virtues and respect its powers. Being brainne dead also has severe consequences.
Now get with the program, stop with playing the “float”
game and take a close look at what happens to folks like Professor Aaron Brown
of eRaider.com who continues to think he can outrun Perfect
Storm XIII. Right now if nothing else he is on a crash course diet.
Now go do the “write” thing and don’t give me that nonsense about
my having “power of attorney” to set you folks on a course to recovery.
Take care.
Gary S. Gevisser
Ps – By now you folks should have managed to have at least page
shifted through the 380 page deposition taken by Mr. “Circle”
K, a skilled and experienced attorney who my dog happens to take a “licking” [sic] to. Let me
know if you think anything should be added to the “Pinkie”
notes, never forgetting the last note on page 378, the month and year I arrived
in the
[1] I am still looking for that picture I saw on TV of
Martha holding a pitched fork.
[2] You might be interested to know that I have now
received two notices from the Department of Animal Control regarding a “humane”
complaint filed about by “God” [sic]. You
can imagine how the person who reported the supposed abuse of my dog is going
to respond to the knuckleball I will be throwing him-her to mention little of “Maggie”
the desk operator at “Animal House Control” [sic] who seemed to like my take on
the benefits of having humans on leashes and to let the dogs take over, “the
world is going to the dogs, wouldn’t you agree?”
One of my
attorney-colleagues thinks it may be a good idea if I kept the number of “King
Stahlman” a rather well known bail bondsman on me at all times. My dog might
whine a lot when I am not with him which happens once in blue moon but I don’t think
there are that many dogs out there who get to travel “first
class” to places like Machu Picchu or who eat New England Clam chowder
shipped in from the Fish Market on Via de la Valle or who eat triple A rated
prime rib coming from the most expensive butcheries on the west coast of the
United States where some folks soon might be thinking of selling their
offspring given what it is going to cost to raise a kid. Even some Del Martians
are getting worried and have started to put up their houses for sale.
No doubt some folks
not as well equipped as my “travel companion” with her art to boot might in balancing their
budgets simply decide to donate an arm and/or a leg of their first born
thinking it might save on the grocery bill, wouldn’t you agree?
Trust me when I tell
you many folks who live in rich circles are going more nuts than ever before
and hopefully some will decide to show up at the “open house” we are having
next Sunday and pay the “asking price” just to be rid of us. Love you
One last point about
my dog. It is possible that my one neighbor Sam had something to do with
calling the folks from Animal Control as he must have been surprised to see
that I was still occupying to some degree, The
Cave thinking perhaps that he might get custody of this animal that could
generate around $10K per day in renting him for commercial shoots, something I
know a little about and then some.
[3] The eRaider.com website is currently down but that
shouldn’t result in either Professor Aaron Brown or his benefactor Melvyn Weiss
of “Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Leroach”
[sic] escaping the firestorm that will have a new leader elected of the “rat
pack.”
Not all attorneys are
rogues nor does it mean that just because Mr. “Circle” K doesn’t have to use Rogaine he has lost his
teeth. I know more than a handful of men with a full head of hair who still
have loads of testosterone running through their veins.
Sifting the “wheaties”
from the chaff is not, however, for the feint of heart. Once, however, we get
our arms around “Supersex fruitflies” the so-called Drosophila males who have an
unnatural XXY chromosome triplet and are called Supersex mutants where the
extra X is redundant, God knows what benefits will emerge for all mankind and
it shouldn’t cost an arm and a leg.
Pears are important like the 2 females Ys where neither is redundant
since the pair is the normal condition like with Arms, Legs, and other things
that come in pairs. The drosophila are a popular species for genetic
studies because they have very short generation times and superlarge
chromosomes. The Supersex males are actually feeble mutants with no
competitive advantage at all, as if women didn’t already know this.
[4] Check out the back page to the Hot Water Wars article
in the Forbes
