From: Gary S.
Gevisser
Sent:
To: Jeff
(jrk@class-action-law.com)
Cc: rest
Subject: ??
Jeff, earlier I got my computer
batteries charged at the ARCO
gas station probably halfway between Stonehenge II and your offices and rather
than fite the traffic jam brout about by the rain I went 4 a little hike with
the too dogs.
Rite now I will just hang tite while
putting sum thouts tu pen. It is going on
First, thanks for the referral to
Mr. McGuire Esq. butT
fortunately or unfortunately this “bulldog”
colleague of yours it seems was a little to busy to speak with me.
Instead I got tu speak with another
partner at the firm while you were flying hi in the clouds to that fukukta meeting in New York
City with union leaders leaving me to find another “pong” partner who
even after forcing me to cross my “tees”
[sic] didn’t seem quite ready to buck the system much like Gabriele
Forsyth, the niece of my attorney Mr. James Ashworth Esq. who may have
heard has been “hospitalized”
not the first attorney to have dealt with me that chose to take a sabbatical on
my nickel altho this guy “Peter Man-nerd”
[sic] from the law firm of "M
What on earth do you think could be
preventing Ms. Forsyth who is undoubtedly aware of Marie and my “sweat” [sic] court
victory back on October 24th of last year at least giving me the
telephone of the attorney for the National Republican Committee, i.e. how much
more credibility does one need to mention little of a track record that has
folks like Hank Greenberg of AIG and u taking my calls?
Some would have expected her uncle
after celebrating a victory that I consider at least as important as Judge
Weinstein’s opinion some 6 years ago in the Eastern
District of New York to be floating on Cloud 9.
Back in the fall of 1989 attorney
King Golden Junior briefed me on how I should handle a meeting with the top
executives of Epilady USA who were riding hi on this contraption designed by
men to wreck havoc on women’s legs and rather than have me take an
Epilady and walk around their incredible marble boardroom table giving these
“shit heads” a razor cut followed by cutting off each of their
noses, lobbying off their heads, dividing up their torsos before eventually
chopping off their legs below the knee, Mr. Golden did what every “shit
head” white liberal attorney schooled in an institution like the
University of Virginia Law School catering to a group of pot heads who we now
know don’t exactly practice what they preach suggested that I recite the
liberal arts teachings, “Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we
practice to deceive” which went down like a ton of bricks aka “house on fire.”
Suffice to say more than a handful
of these Polie Pollak look-alikes are so open
minded that their brains have fallen out to the point that “lying
stealing and cheating” are everyday use in their vocabulary much like
what my stepfather ingrained in me, “Can’t is not in my vocabulary,
the impossible shall be, getting rid of all the pricks will take a miracle or
tTOo” [sic].
Here I was, a fellow ex-South
African, coming across as holier than thou when all they were thinking was
about their next killing which is why, in my opinion, it is so important that
parents think very carefully before deciding to “rule from the
grave.”
The instant children start hearing
nonsense coming out of the mouths of their parents-custodians, more than a
handful hypocrites, that is when their brains start malfunctioning and they
start hearing “blah blah blah” followed by thouts of “The
quicker I drive these sons and daughters of bitches completely nuts the sooner
I will inherit” which is again, in my opinion, one of the reasons why
there is so much discourse between the young and old even tho the old, even
those who are pathological liars at times tell the truth.
And so when I was a tutor at the
University of Natal for the mostly brain dead when I talked about why if when
my students were younger and didn’t have parents or grandparents sitting
around the dining room table to impart their knowledge of the world, advising
them therefore tu go out and get a job altho most if not all had both
grandparents as well as parents, butt from the standpoint of their elders
talking so much kuk these kids had tuned off but because they were getting tons
of money to do as they please, Fairs to boot, they simply
didn’t have time let alone the inclination tu “pick
up” anything off the street.
Yes that “pick up”
hyperlink can take u on quite a journey.
Earlier today I was speaking with
Getting back to my first
“professional job” as a university tutor
altho I once worked during the summer vacations in my second year at this
so-called “Hi-er institution” 4 the mentally retarded, for an
accounting firm responsible 4 the audit of South African Clothing Industries
[SACI] which my stepfather founded.
I was responsible 4 counting
buttons, bearing in mind that at the time they produced sum 30,000 garments per
day, sum 3,500 different styles per year to mention little of the extra buttons
sewn into the jacket pockets 4 when the thread on the “built in”
buttons wittingly or unwittingly unthreaded. My cousin,
Under normal circumstances anyone
doing a “hand count” when scales had been invented sum 4,000 years
prior would have been fired on the spot. Nigel just looked at me and continued
making out at first that he hadn’t seen what I was doing butt I made a
point of letting him know that unless directed otherweiss
I could be counted on following order to the T.
Of course u have worked out that my
next “peace
offering” will be to Mr. Melvyn Weiss of Milberg Weiss asking him to
“save face” given what remains of that incredibly ugly face, even
uglier than mine, by submitting to a polygraph which I believe will confirm
that he did in fact make that incredibly stupid post on the eRaider.com
Shareholders Rights message board on 3/22/00 10:31 PM ET to mention little
of him feeling the need to come back in 3 minutes later with an even more
pitiful post.
As u know in “our”
business one has to walk a “fine line” to mention little of what is
really going on in the financial markets, “bottom lines” to boot
where for the most part even the best run companies right now are doing nothing
butt treading water, at least that is my opinion, and of course u know that in
sum circles my opinion actually counts altho if u looked at my billings over
the past 4 years they don’t really amount tu much; in fact were it not 4
my involvement with the Wetherly Capital folks, the ones who masterminded, blah
blah blah, there would probably be no Y but 4 sum reason these folks came into
my life and the rest is history.
Yes, no one can blame me for either
the demise of the stock markets or for Governor Davis being indicted altho I
guess those who masterminded and rigged the California Gubernatorial elections
that had their lackey in the hiest office of the 7th largest economy
in the world living like a king in the Governor’s mansion may hope to
sway public opinion during their sentencing that I am the “evil incarnate”,
agree?
It is now 3:45PM PST and after a
series of interruptions including being served like a King by Brandon here at
Jack in the Box located in the same facility as the ARCO I am now getting
serious about getting down to business. I will not be checking this email until
such time as I have finished visiting with u.
U may have heard that I am
considering throwing my hat in the ring to be the next Governor of California
and of course once I point out that Arnold Schwarzenegger must be somewhat
brain dead for starting a craze that has now every soccer mom in the country
wanting a Hummer without realizing that the parking spaces at malls are getting
smaller and consequently neither he nor his anorexic looking wife are likely to
have the brain power to get us out of this mess and of course u would support
me every possible way, agree?
First, I ask that u give up on Senator Kerry
and direct those within the “Democats” who are not already
“down & out” tu my campaign. In other words when I cum to pick
up my check today I would like a list of all the donors who think Senator
Kerry’s “shit don’t stink.”
By the way when I first typed in the
word “hiest” several paragraphs above, Microsoft word instantly
changed it tu “heist.”
Talking of “stink” one
of my first girlfriends who u may have read I never had sex with called and
left a message on Marie’s answering machine yesterday that quite frankly
had me floored.
The message was tu Marie and it
mentioned sumthing about,
“U are the best thing that could have happened to Mr. Gevisser”
[sic].
Quite frankly I cannot remember the
rest of the message that went on 4 perhaps as long as u spoke with our Danielle
the other evening, 4 the first and only time, I mite add, again.
No one ever calls me, “Mr.
Gevisser” but then again there are few, relatively speaking that is, who
think I deserve such a designation given how little time I actually work; butt
when I produce, “watch out”
& of course I can do a hole better than the average Joe Blow when it
comes to math. Even your staff who know perfectly well I am about the only
person capable of keeping u in line refer tu me as “The Pisser.”
It is still raining so I will
continue on. So which president of the
“Mamamia” is what I
heard cuming out of my brain when Danielle told me this past Monday morning
when I picked her up from the path adjacent to her father’s house and of
course I came close tu hitting the roof yesterday when she tried tu “cover
things up.”
The truth can be very hurtful tu
young people but it is nowhere near as damaging as living the rest of your life
in a hellhole once one comes to realize later in life that not only have u been
fed a hole bunch of bullshit by members of your household butt those around u
who preached things like “G-d is truth” didn’t speak up when
they should have, internecine fiting the bloodiest, again and again.
One doesn’t have to be cruel
to be kind one just has to empathize with those that have been hurt and clearly
Danielle was feeling sum of the hurt her younger brother would feel if he knew
that the message his biological father, i.e. JBS, had left on Marie’s
answering machine about the reason why he didn’t make it to
Jonathan’s baseball award celebrations were nothing but a bunch of
bullshit, par tho for the course.
My E-mail
earlier to Mr. George C. Hurst is in fact the opening salvo in what is going to
be a monthly, weekly, daily, hourly, minute by minute, second by second,
full-on game of chess that will have me drawing on all my “skills &
experiences” and of course by the time it is all over I expect even
members of my immediate family to join in some of whom are walking on egg
shells wondering how far I will push things as it relates to the mind games
played post WWII on the likes of me and my contemporizes to mention little of
the Nazi sympathizers within our immediate ranks and I am not just talking about Gunter “The
Pig” Lazarus.
I very much look forward to Aida
Parker joining forces with members of the Durban North Lazarus clan who think I
may have to many things going on right now to focus on them, the bigots that
they all are, butt again I will hold my opinion on each person I think could do
better as I turn the heat on them as I am with JBS, his attorney Mr. George G.
Hurst Esq. et al, never tho to forget old
No doubt u are unlikely tu have had
the time tu read probably any of my recent emails given the Bob Kaplans of the
world breathing down your neck as they hear possibly first hand with the recall
of Governor Davis now being front page news that they mite find themselves in
the middle of one of my Perfect Storms that for sum idiotic reason they assumed
was sumthing less than a tempest in a teapot.
When you are raised in an
environment that not only condones but gives rounds of applause to folks who
can tell the most disgusting of racist, bigoted jokes, why on earth would u
look at what I say tu mention little of my unorthodox style of saying it, DI-ON
to boot, as nothing more than my giving those on my “shit list” a
heads up that the World Wde WEB aka World Wide Wait would inevitably come about
with a vengeance.
Time tu spare us all with the
“civil”
and liberal expressions that simply keep the masses guessing, agree?
Which reminds me of those yoyo
executives from Epilady USA who like anyone caut in a crevice, as in a crack,
equal & opposite tu where the sun don’t sun, resort to things like
snorting coke, worse yet tu IGNORE me
to mention little of all the “pot full” as in “garage
full” of Epiladys sitting in their warehouses which they hadn’t
bothered to record in their books as “returns.”
That last hyperlink could cause
“a run”
that could extend all the way to
There is stuff in this one email
that even Ms. Kimberly Hunt
would like to get her hands on and then do what with other than suck on her thumb given her
lack of persistence to mention little of her inability to hunt, more said the
better if in fact my goal is to drive these folks out of business and of course
given Ms. Hunt incredible acumen 4 getting rid of her clothes I certainly think
she would do well as one of our GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com
franchisees.
U may recall the first and only time
I met Ms. Hunt was when she was shopping at Dexters in
It is possible given the fact that
the keyboard on my laptop is functioning fairly well 4 me to get out that much
anticipated follow up email to Mr. Riddle’s knockout anchorwoman. Mr.
Riddle you may have seen from my previous emails is the Executive Producer from
KUSI TV who made a call tu me that
lasted all of 11 seconds.
When one starts interfering with
other’s peoples conditioning it is just a matter of time before they
decide to rip out your hair as their doctor friends start dispensing
“uppers &
downers” to their hearts content and so naturally my hair started to fall
out all on its own my subconscious having clearly taken over pulling out all
stops that would have me Resting In Peace.
So where u may ask am I going with
all this which is a fair question for most of the nincompoops out there but for
someone so well schooled as u in the artful way I go about surrounding myself
with the best and the brightest who I know can be relied to continue to fight
the right should I decide to “fly the coop” the Cooper Mini S
perhaps starting to feel the effects of the G forces at play as I take the S
turns making more than headway in the quest to make
GrubbyGrub-GarbageGirl-GrubbyGarb-GirlieGarb et al the hottest grouping of
branded products under the sun, never to forget Sebastian
Capella’s novel easel and of course MM1 will be a bloc-buster.
The “son” [sic] though
ant going nowhere for the time being other than continuing to get hotter as we
allow the brain patterns of our young to fry to smithereens.
This last word as well as
“fukukta” for some reason are now being accepted by my version of
Microsoft Word and so when I speak with Bill Gates this will be one of the
positive things I will have to say so as to make him feel that I am not hell
bent on him giving up all his ill-gotten gains, nothing short tho of 99.989% of
his net worth avoiding an “inflationary bidding
war” with his dad.
I wonder whether Bob Kaplan while
with the Anti-Trust division of the Justice Department ever went head-to-head
with Bill Gates Senior which could very easily account for the meteoric rise of
Microsoft which if true could have Bill Gates Jnr being able to deflect finally
more attention on to his father as well as the law firm of Kaplan Kilsheimer
& Fox and of course now wouldn’t be the time 4 me to give those idiot
attorneys a lesson in bookkeeping 101, to mention little of right and wrong.
Now as you know I choose my words
rather carefully constantly aware of the privileges I have of always being
entitled to a jury of my peers should one of the fukukta bullshit artists I now
have in my “crosshairs” decide to go
the lawsuit route and perhaps by that time there will be a litmus test of sorts
that can not only sift through those with malevolent predispositions but can
with a blood sample test for out-of-control levels of testosterone.
I just got interrupted by too groups
wanting to ask me questions about this fukukta computer and of course by the
time I was done with them explaining I know as much as u about computers not
only had I presold each and everyone of them a copy of MM1 but perhaps equally
important I gave them your phone number to confirm my “credibility”
and of course there is the added benefit of getting your name out there
assuming of course u still want to practice law once President Bush does the smart
thing and suspends trading of public companies
By the way I am of the opinion that
Bill Gates actually has no balls. Now even if Mr. “Cool hand Luke”
Gates chooses to take that statement and make a Federal case against me I would
bet that if “push came to shove” he wouldn’t drop his pants.
His father who is the real kingpin behind Microsoft may, on the other hand,
having seen how pathetically his son did during those broadcasted depositions
that should have Bill Gates now serving time, decide tu come after me first tho
chopping off his son’s arms below the elbows and then I could be up shits creek without a paddle,
agree?
The fish does, however, rot from the
head down and until such time as we begin to get serious about holding people
in all “walks
of life” including journalist Christopher Byron and his “good-looking”
breakfast mate Martha Stewart accountable then of course we will continue tu
see everything as one big joke to the point that when we hear the kids say,
“just kidding” whenever they find a short hair in a knot we
shouldn’t bother even raising our voices, rather just take out a joint
enjoy the moment since the world is in fact going to pot, agree?
Now had I told these Jack in the Box
patrons that I was in fact thinking of running 4 Governor and gave them
Marie’s house number I would be willing to bet my “bottom line
dollar” [sic] that not only would at least 50% of them call but they
would possibly wear Marie
down to the point that she would consent without filing for divorce which
reminds me of the 3 “caller ID”
devices I purchased yesterday that will replace her answering machine.
I am sure u won’t mind if I
copy George G. Hurst Esq. as well as other interested parties to let him know
so that he can advise his client that instead of us having to listen to his
pitiful voice several times “the day” [sic] calling it
seems to say nothing more than “I luv u” [sic] the children will
now have the choice of deciding whether they want to pick up the phone and talk
tu this maniac.
In my quest to solve the problems of
the world having at least in my mind addressed fully a Unified Theory for the
inner-workings of the Universe I may have also answered a number of questions
including the $64,000
question giving folks out there a good sense of how I plan to approach the last
furlough as we all move together heading towards the final post where
“shooting fish
in a barrel” becomes more like moving through the funnel of what amounts
to nothing less than a bottleneck in an hour glass, and of course we are fast
approaching the spot where there is nowhere to hide.
The Digital Age is much more than a
wake up call for the masses to now stand tall it is their opportunity to take
of the blinders off, let go of the reins and let the horses guide them
back to the STABLE.
Suffice to say, instead of
impressing Mr. McGuire I had the pleasure of a terrific game of golf with Jill
Cleary for some 34 minutes and 45 seconds which includes the time spent using 411
on my cell phone, costing all of $1.50 which reminds of the antennae problem I
continue to have with my Motorola cell phone that should make the Shareholder
Class Action Lawsuit [SCAL] you and Campbell Soup have against Verizon, pale
in comparison.
A few days later Ms. Clearly sent me
a letter advising me to be aware of the statute of limitations issues
surrounding the issues governing my not-so-little dispute with JBS et al and of
course in my email response to Laurie Black I will be asking her whether she thinks
a District Attorney may want to pursue criminal charges against JBS et al once
they understand that there are tie-ins with drug dealers involved with
“Inter & Intra-State” commerce.
As you know I was essentially
handing Mr. McGuire a case that would require not much more than any of the
fukukta paralegals over at Milberg Weiss doing a “cut and paste”
job of every piece of communication between Marie’s former husband and
myself going back to the year dot up and of course tu include the document Marie
eventually got JBS to sign on May 9th that has dragged on since Fri, 28 Mar 2003
18:31 EST to mention little of the latest communication coming from the
“vengeance”
Queen without a mean bone in her body.
And of course I should try and get
out a follow up email to
I would be hard pressed to see Mr.
George Hurst, the attorney for Marie’s ex making a convincing argument
that these communications are not admissible but on the other hand nothing
would surprise me coming out of the mouth of this particular attorney given all
the fukukta stuff he has strewn all over the place including using documents I
produced only after he and his client decided to go to war with me AND his
client’s second ex-wife who is, to repeat Mr. George G. Hurst, now my
wife.
Even though the document that Dr.
JBS signed clearly refers to Marie as “Marie Dion Gevisser” her ex
has yet to acknowledge in any way shape or form that Marie and I are married,
never to forget tho that once confronted that I was not going to stand for his malicious
and insidious assertions he made in his initial declaration signed under
“penalty of perjury” that cast me as nothing short of a sexual
predator, the not-so-good doctor whose eyesight clearly is damaged and/or
judgment daring to drag his 13 year old daughter in to our dispute went on to
tell Marie,
“Hey I
didn’t read the declaration. I was just so upset and signed it not
thinking that just another of my lies could bring about criminal type penalties
to mention little of what it would mean to Mr. Gevisser who I believed I had
finally boxed hoping that I would be able to get the likes of King Golden,
Kathy Murray et al to mention little of u my second-shell-shocked ex-wife,
looped in.” [sic]
I just can’t wait to assist in
preparing the interrogatories 4 the Medical Director of Sharp Memorial Hospital
who signed a letter on the hospital’s stationary with a masthead that
looked genuine enuf to me as well as the “forensic accountants” I
have now engaged along with other experts Mr. Ashworth was paid to engage who will
all testify as to extent of the conspiracy to defame me, to mention little of
the financial cost tu me with my website database having been illegally
infiltrated; and of course we all know that the attack on me was nothing short
of Dr. JBS declaring full on war with his second ex wife.
Getting back to Mr. McGuirre. Now I
know some folks would say I should be more “charitable” when it
comes to saying anything about one of the named law partners of Thorsnes
Bartollata McGuirre whose names pretty much cover every ethnic you don’t
want to go to war with. Oh well.
I have yet to hear from Mr.
As you know I am under strict orders
not to discuss anything that goes on her bedroom which by the way I don’t
ever recall mentioning a word, no more than too, other than perhaps telling one
of the fukukta real estate agents that if I had it my way I would have had the antique
mirror which I had shipped from South Africa cemented to the
ceiling above the slay bed and of course I made the point to Ms. Edyth,
“…
just before you entered the house I took down the chandelier I purchased
recently in an estate sale just in case you get any ideas about demonstrating
for others what we all assume goes on within the privacy of
This rather lame discourse of mine
took place right after Ms. Edyth suggested the master bed be moved against the
one wall thus defeating one of the purposes of having such a great bed besides
for when it snows up at Stonehenge II saving me having
to go out and buy some fukukta plastic sled that just wouldn’t do that
well on some of the rocks I have lined along the toboggan
run, which reminds me that the guy on the far right with the light reflecting
off
John is a neighbor of mine and I
think I would get on with him pretty well considering he seems much more into
“touch football” which of course I have added a flavor of a
“full on” rugby from the instant I became aware that he was the
youngest person in the firm’s rather illustrious history to have been
named m
On that particular day where I
“interrogated” him for almost a full hour, as opposed to having him
sit on one of the yellow
plastic chairs I had him comfortably seated on the “roller coaster”
bed facing the fire place.
As I was just typing away I suddenly
realized that May 9th
was the one year anniversary of deciding “Enough was Enough” when
Ms. Schiff is my one lady client I
was counting on to deliver the “golden eggs” who got looped in with
those who masterminded and executed the rigging of the California Gubernatorial
elections held on November 8th 2002 and again why the NRCC’s
attorney never bothered to pick up the phone to me puzzles me little these days
as I am now on to much more exciting stuff like GirlieGarb.com blah blah blah,
just kidding.
Our property m
I never got to mention to Ms. Cleary
that on top of the book I am writing, Manager Minute One,
designed to teach non-mathematicians the benefits of going “back &
forth” at speeds I know to be greater than 186,000 miles per second,
there is the distinct possibility that I might have someone like my cousin Gary
Levinson who co-produced Saving Private Ryan take a stab at making me an offer
for the movie rights which I would probably refuse knowing what I know about
Gary’s prior business dealings.
Now of course I not only give folks
the benefit of the doubt especially when I hear the stories from other family
members but I am hell bent in my focus to understand what it is that makes
people tick outside of them wanting to die the richest person in the grave as
they stack up wins upon wins climbing on the backs of others threatening scorch
earth policies in the event they don’t get their way and perhaps why in
places like Louisiana space comes at quite a premium witches
to embrace.
That painting which you see in the
last hyperlink was not yet complete at the time the photo was taken, the hand
reflecting needing a touch up or “tTOo” [sic]. The photo was taken
at the Hotel Del Coronado which as you know was once owned by Laurie
Black’s now deceased father in law, the dishonorable former Ambassador to
This rather interesting lady told
Marie +
I that she came from a line of witches from Wales and of course it didn’t
surprise me in the least that G-d would plant her right in the middle of the
Enron scandal, her former husband with strong blood ties to that despicable top
dog who has yet to be led away in cuffs but who had the voice to shamefully cry
out “I plead the 5th.”
It is nothing short of outrageous,
however, that those being paraded before the cameras these days in different
looking attires, so closed lipped compared to their outspokenness when giving
speeches before say one of their pet charities making “faux paws”
[sic] that simply have their audiences chuckle that much more whispering to
themselves, “See he-she is one
of us” are mostly Jewish people, certainly I celebrated tho when seeing
Martha Stewart being pig-tied in the back of a Securities Exchange Commission
police vehicle or was that my imagination running wild?
Interesting wouldn’t you agree
how these crooks take on a rather common look when forced to duck under the
roof of police vehicles having spent a lifetime of ducking & diving?
I had hoped to give Mr. McGuire a
briefing on why this case against Marie Dion Gevisser’s former husband,
the dishonorable Dr. JBS et al makes not only good sense from a dollars and
cents perspective but would help folks everywhere including momworker63s,
widows, orphans and pensioners gain the courage to stand tall to overbearing,
out of control rapacious individuals like JBS.
I must tho thank Ms. Cleary for
giving me the number of the San Diego Bar 619-231-85858 who she thout might
refer me to a firm with “less of a workload…” I can’t
remember much more that Ms. Cleary had to say but suffice to say she clearly
had heard of Judge Ashworth but genuinely appeared “unclipped” by the
name George G. Hurst and as u may have read I very much want to give James C.
Ashworth, Judge Ashworth’s son, an opportunity to show off his best.
Perhaps the first email after this
will be to Jodie Ruiz giving her an opportunity to do the best she can that
will allow James Ashworth not only to recover but to lead an incredibly
productive life, the genius that he is, best illustrated by him holding his ego
in-check as George G. Hurst and his client imploded.
Mr. Hurst had made quite a song and
dance when he and I first squared off before Judge Hendrix when I asked if he
was possibly related to the Hearst publishing family taking a few moments of
the courts time to have a field day in poking fun at me.
Of course by the time Judge Hendrix on
October 24th of last year issued his decree that had “Hearst” [sic]
reeling altho continuing to display his pitiful smile, I could have sworn this
Hurst “bliter” had more than peed in his pants.
Maggie, our chocolate lab, appears
to have got over her problem controlling her bowls. As you know I
have had a couple of incidents
of Maggie previously biting two individuals who had done rather stupid things;
one a 6ft + “monster” woman who u must recall decided to prance up
to Maggie without first allowing this rather gentle dog to get a sniff of her
and then proceeded to give Maggie tongue and the other was a U.S. Marine not
quite happy with a particular rugby play of mine. Clearly Maggie didn’t
quite go for either the lady’s breath and bit her on the top lip to
mention little of the U.S. Marine’s poor tongue.
As you can appreciate perhaps more
so than other attorneys who have less “skin in the game” most of
the laws on the books as it pertains to lying stealing and cheating are
essentially nothing short of “toothless” and those seeking full
justice often times are faced with making a silk’s purse out of
pig’s ear.
Gip-sy Coffee and Tea was just one
of the company’s within the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies which Ms.
When people in the clothing game
from South Africa hear today my name they think of my connection to South
African Clothing Industries [SACI] which as I mentioned earlier my step-father
co-founded but I still remember the days visiting with my father and his father
Israel Gevisser, a founder of the Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies, who would
quietly summon me towards him placing a “ticky” in my hand just
sufficient to buy a piece of candy out of the vending machine just next to the
office he shared with my
Every so often I would sit in my
father’s chair as he moseyed around the company impressing the staff with
his incredibly humble style showing his worth by doing the things the rest of
the other fukukta executives chose not to do allowing their waste lines to expand
with each tick of the clock as they barked orders while serving up a storm, not
watching the most critical items like inventory rotting on shelves perhaps so
enamored with Sol Moshal, the doyen of the Jewish community, who would
eventually commit a heinous crime in selling many more than the Gevissers down the drain
while God only knows what he is sucking
on today no doubt God having returned him to earth as possibly ring leader of a
host of anteaters deposited in probably the Kalahari desert; of course he would
be less than an anteater but I am now running out of time tTOo think clearly now,
the rain appears to have stopped.
Watching my grandfather slowly but
methodically paging through invoice after invoice I would wonder what exactly
he was doing having helped build up this conglomerate by first pushing a
wheelbarrow and now forced to sit it out in a rather tiny office next to that
tho of Sol Moshal. In all the times I visited Moshal Gevisser’s headquarters
at 173
Madon Road never once do I recall actually seeing Sol Moshal ever come out
of his office.
So when I heard from Dr. Leizer Molk
who visited us recently that Sol Moshal when once visiting Lusaka, the capital
of what was once referred to as Northern Rhodesia, commented to Leizer’s
wife Daphne, my father’s sister, “You have more spunk than the rest
of the Gevisser boys combined” I wondered how long it would take for that
“stinky” remark to reach the office of my father and his father.
That last hyperlink shows a number
of stamped envelopes including one from Leizer Molk to my father but instead of
using the company’s headquarter address Dr. Molk whose home address was
1732 Magnolia Rd, Denver, Colorado, decided to send this particular letter to a
P.O. Box, interesting, agree?
Daphne Gevisser Molk
loved her brother like no other brother-sister I have known but unfortunately,
fortunately I never got the opportunity to ask Daphne before she passed away
how she had gone about communicating the “bad tidings” to her
brother who she knew was someone who stuck to his knitting who never played the
political games and was comfortable sitting in second and sometimes third
position to some of the greatest fighter-bomber-pilots
to have fought during WWII who were confident in
having Bernard Nathan Gevisser
as their wingman, time
and again.
Beginning today I intend to pull out
all stops, while promising to stop at not only all red lights but stop signs to
boot. I am, however, not going to put up with any crap coming out of the likes
of “any-on
[siC]
let alone attorneys who are not prepared to stand tall on issues that should
have been imprinted into their heads prior to leaving law school.
You had said that I should be
“charitable”
when dealing with certain individuals, specifically attorneys who were
basically “good &
honest” but coming from a hell hole like South Africa where the ruling
elite drank whiskey and wine, cracked jokes night and day at the expense of the
impoverished masses who toiled the land with attorneys galore, I know only to
well what it takes to make a “Direct Hit”
and return to base unscathed other than one’s underbelly being a little
scraped here and there, that weak-kneed
attorneys who do the bidding of the rapacious are just as troublesum as the
likes “as”
[sic] “Bill Leroach”
[sic].
And of course it never pays tu
constantly watch one’s back 4 such actions spell nothing butt disaster
since it takes nothing short of courage, a good set of eyes and a determination
that one is on the right track surrounded by others battle-tested, willing to
risk it all in the name of what is just and fair.
It may not be reasonable to expect
everyone on this planet to risk “life &
limb” but I do expect folks especially those who have stolen the most
using such techniques as “under & over
invoicing” to support a just cause such as the one I have embarked on
that calls for people in positions of power, who seek the public trust to be
totally transparent with regard to their financial affairs, never caring a hoot
what someone does or doesn’t do in performing their bedroom
“chores” even if it means them having to resort to whores to
satisfy their basic needs.
What I do care about is that the
truth gets out, that those lambasted by over-controlling spouses are given a
forum to voice their grievances rather than having to wait for the justice
system to come around their way whether it be in front of a judge, jury and God
forbid an arbitrator who could just as easily be bought off.
It is time for those who have so
little a voice tu be able tu at least find a more effective way to “get”
[sic] make out of control ego maniacs
accountable, one who splashes water all over the place, keeps the toothpaste in
his section of the bathroom never bothering to replace the lid and worst of all
allows the water to simply run all over the place, rotting the cabinets simply
commenting,
“It
doesn’t bother me and if it bothers you so much then just clean up after
me but don’t expect me to pay for a maid. That is your job and so is it
your job to make sure you don’t make the coffee too strong in the morning
and don’t give me that bull about me just adding sum hot water since you
have nothing else to do with your time other than having to negate from now
until when you die the poor conditioning I have bestowed on our too children.
So in a
nutshell go eat kuk, then if you still don’t get the picture, take too
aspirin and if you happen tu wake up in the morning with cancer, let alone throat cancer, just call
me at Sharp Memorial Hospital
and ask for the pathology department…so Marie, how did you afford that
Nissan Pathfinder?” [sic].
Jeffrey, u just had to be in court
on that incredible day in late October of last year as Marie without once
raising her voice let alone the incredible arm movements she is capable of when
on a dance floor, hit JBS and his outrageous attorney with “lefts & writes”
while maintaining that most incredible smile, the
best tho was her answer to Judge Hendrix when he asked her, “How could u
afford a second home?”
Time to fly.
Gg
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