From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Friday, November 24, 2006 1:41 PM PT
To: Kathy-Louse-Gevisser-Danziger; Melvin Gevisser; Neil Gevisser; Dad
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It is possible that you have not seen Zena and Alan’s “clones” who Marie and I encountered a couple of months ago at the outside farmers market in heavily corrupt Del Mar.

 

Not to mention the ongoing “dialogue” I have going with Raz Almaleh who ran into Zena and Alan last week in Israel.

 

You may also recall me mentioning how my heart skipped when so very proper MDG shouted across from where she was seated in the passenger seat, “ZENA” as these most extraordinary perfect clones passed right next to where I was seated in the driver seat of the Mini Cooper S which was parked in the handicap parking much like what The Sperm Donor does even when not in the company of his pitiful 90-year old mother who still drives in St. Louis Missouri.

 

Not to mention Elizabeth Stewart once shouted out at me, “You’re the fish” when I suggested she keep her increasingly demented son exponentially having problems keeping track of his lies from day one, on a “shorter leash”, simply informing her of the Greek expression, “The Fish Rots From The Head Down” all the while managing to keep a soccer ball up in the air during one of the kids’ soccer games coached by coaches while providing their “best efforts” reinforce generational poor conditioning.

 

To mention little yet again of September 11, 2002 when The Sperm Donor filed a baseless criminal complaint against me some 3 days after this “plotter of plotter” with so very few friends and this is not because he is a reader of Plato or that matter “good” but constantly “up to no good”, so much time on his hands and so very much “me, me, me, money, money, money” and so very much out-of-control, YET I, so very much under control was able to smell a little beer on his breath, assisted partially by his spit that ended up on my closed drivers door window as he pushed down on the passenger side of the Mini Cooper S that I had just purchased, taunting me to get out of the car, “BE A MAN” and engage him in a fist fight, his rage most of course self induced.

 

But once I heard him mention that it was not only him “going to teach me a lesson” but two other FOOLS NAMES FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES, namely King Golden Jr. Esq. and Roger W. Robinson I knew I had a much bigger “problem” on my hands than if I were to have simply taken The Sperm Donor’s “direction”, exited the vehicle and the instant after this so awkward non-athlete clown STILL not able to control his food intake, threw the first punch and didn’t manage to kill me worse yet cripple me for life, the pain he first would have felt beginning with his fist, reverberating through the rest of his body as he saw how extraordinarily well I could despite all my physical handicaps, big nose, big ears, no shoulders to speak, chicken legs, dwarf like arms, “roll with the punches” and if need be hit him with just one single punch to the chest versus the throat and other areas of the body I was trained at a very young age to “attack” with “superior and overwhelming force” and pretty much guarantee death in an instant, I would have in all probability if not stopping his heart beat “al-to-get-her”, most definitely crushed at least a handful of his ribs, again assuming I only threw one very controlled punch.

 

Not to mention first of all those who would have recommended that The Sperm Donor wait the 3 days for the first anniversary of 911 before deciding that the best way to have EVERYONE including his “tTOo” [sic] forget the fact that it was their Sperm Donor who was the TOTAL AGGRESSOR was to simply do what all poorly conditioned do when in “big trouble” and instead of simply “BEING A MAN” and saying “I AM SORRY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME” to just go on the offensive.

 

G-d is NOT “GOOD”, G-D is “GREAT” and extraordinarily vengeful towards those who usurp their limited authority, gifting those who make it their business to remain smart as close as possible to the start all the “negative” energy “drained” from those who make it their business-personal to seek “negative attention”, all in the form of “positive” energy.

 

What goes around comes around with a vengeance.

 

For every action-reaction-overreaction there is an equal and opposite action-reaction-overreaction, nothing is gained nor it is lost.

 

In Deep Space, much like the perfect vacuum of space that exists between the ears of those who think themselves so godly that they can interfere with the minds of the young and defenseless, no sound travels.

 

Our JoNathan will take with him for the rest of his natural life the words of The Sperm Donor when finding out that JoNathan got a B in music, “Did you do that just to get back at me?”

 

JoNathan in the very next semester made it his business-personal to get a C in music that continues to bother me more than anything when he could so simply have taken the “high road” so foreign to his Sperm Donor and scored an A.

 

The fact is that The Sperm Donor said absolutely nothing to JoNathan about the C after making such a big deal about the B which of course isn’t close to being “bad” especially when considering the very poor teacher who is not equipped to deal with “gifted” kids which all kids are, just “sum” [sic] a little more so, all part of the design of the most extraordinary designer who implores each of us to have The Children of Israel teach the children of the world how to be independent thinkers from the start.

 

It is highly doubtful that “our man Roger” would have placed himself in a position to be introduced to someone so “plotting” as the flat line Sperm Donor following RWR, King and I visiting “to-get-her” [sic] in February 1991 that had “our man Roger” a master-spy traitor trembling with fear not knowing, as he couldn’t believe my rather humble abode in Santa Monica, whether he should trust less or more than me his bosom buddy King Golden Jr. Esq.,

 

Not to mention YET again, it was “our man Roger” very much “calling the shots” during the first of the Being There President Ronald W. Reagan’s 2 administrations [1981-1989].

 

Rather important was the Ode to Sons and Daughter (s) written by our Royal Mater in June 1982 some 3 months after “our man Roger” began “whispering” utter nonsense in to the ears of not all that great Hollywood actor President RWR, putting the “wheels in motion” to bankrupt the United States of America when all that was needed by this expert of Soviet-USSR economics, an excellent oxymoron, was to call my one former employer Stephen Cohen of Codiam Inc. a DAAC wholesale diamond-money laundering fronting corporation headquartered on 47th Street in New York City, just a hop-jump-and-a-skip from the Carlyle Hotel and in a phone conversation lasting no more than a couple of minutes, 5 minutes at tops, the United States of America could have with this one “chess move” that wouldn’t have required a single bullet being fired anywhere in the world, brought down not only the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel but the entire Soviet EVIL EMPIRE.

 

But in the very next instant “our man Roger” could have been dead, most certainly his “handler” David Rockefeller, Chairman of the Board of Chase Manhattan Bank would have along with the DAAC been not only “flat broke” but totally exposed for the very SIGNIFICANT DAAC operative that DR was and remains to this very day.

 

Not to mention how it “just so happens” that Present RWR was surrounded by at least his first lady who “our man Roger” laughed heartily about her “reliance” on the “stars” to “guide” the Being There President.

 

To mention little YET again and again of the fact that “our man Roger” who bore the same initials as President RWR was born on the same day February 6th as the Being There President RWR, just 40 years apart.

 

It is also a FACT that while I have NEVER, not once, ever been in a fist fight I have on several occasions while playing the hooker position in the rugby scrum and when hearing the words, “Bloody Jew” and my response, “What about that Orthodox Jew Jesus Christ that you folks poke fun at when displaying him in your churches with blood oozing?” not always helping to calm poorly conditioned minds, done a rather good job in “testing my mettle” on the opposing hooker who in most cases was not the idiot with the foul mouth but who I could rely to inform whoever was so cowardly, “DON’T MESS WITH THE BLOODY JEWS!”

 

As you can well imagine although it is possible that a “fair number” of people contacting me, “screaming bloody murder” have also made it perfectly clear, “It is better to keep quiet and let people think you to be a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt” you shouldn’t need any help putting together your own flowchart and timeline whose starting point may I suggest if you haven’t already started should be Zena’s October 9th 2001 email, the previous hyperlink page 1, here is  page 2 and page 3.

 

I know for a fact given how “brilliant” a job our RM, expert like none other in getting others to “shoot her POISON TIPPED arrows” did in conditioning the 3 of you, Neil, Kathy and Melvin, remember Dad was a “nothing” to first of all believe that the American Charles Engelhard, David Moshal Gevisser Engelhard’s principal benefactor, died as a result of “an addiction to Coca Cola”

 

Remember in addition to DG receiving $6 million tax free-offshore back in March 1971 when Senator Ted Kennedy, former President Lyndon Johnson, Vice President Humphrey, the United States Justice Department, the United States Treasury Department, the United States Federal Reserve were forced to “pay their respects” to the new American head of the DAAC, the special interest of special interest groups, DG’s immediate family did not have like our grandfather Israel Issy Gevisser, the “control block” of shares in the “prized asset”, The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies that remember again included not only ACME Timber and all the on and off balance sheet real properties all over the world but the “work in progress” freight forwarding company, “Wallis and Greenberg” [sic].

 

Many a king and queen have lost their title by “following their passion” but what they have gained is not always reflected in the “books” including the history books which get written just like the political and economics books by those with the biggest guns.

 

The Chinese who discovered the Americas in 1421 are a very patient people, the same with the hard working Peruvians and Mexicans and pretty much all peoples having to make their way in this very cruel human world by being innovative, “necessity the mother of creation” [sic].

 

But that does not mean they are stupid, rather EXTRAORDINARILY AWARE!

 

Whenever my RM would see fit to remind me, “BEWARE OF THE YELLOW PERIL” I always managed to see a twinkle in her eyes that told me how much she “loved”, i.e. trusted and respected these most humankind peoples made up of many nations who all end up adapting the awesome thousands of year old culture of the Chinese that despite the west’s and their puppets the Japanese invading time and again remain ever so polite and so very peaceful.

 

The American generals “helping” the South Koreans fight the North Koreans would not need to be reminded at this very hour assuming any of them are alive and not senile that it was a very smart decision to stop at the 38th parallel as Mao Tse Tung massed China’s armies on the China-Korean border.

 

The American generals “helping” our “support for the south east Asia policy” would not need to be reminded at this very hour assuming any of them are alive and not senile that North Vietnam soundly defeated the best of the best that the United States of America could throw against the most awesome “free enterprise” Vietnamese farmers whose only problem with their leadership was the problem we said they were having with leadership who compared to our DAAC leadership are not only saints but true masters of economics.

 

Not to ever forget that our amazing smart and so very humble father was viewed “poorly” by pretty much everyone apart from mom, me and the very great Harry Strous who while not our butcher since he was not a kosher butcher “sumhow” [sic] knew just like mom and I that Dad was the “catch of all time”.

 

Not to mention of course Harry Strous’ wife whose name I just forget, it may, however, come back to me before I hit the send button in just a matter of moments, is for “good reason” my “godmother” chosen no doubt by our RM who again for “good reason” had no reason to trust a soul given her “excellent conditioning”.

 

Marcia Strous would initially be first in shock, followed by denial no different to the rest of the so poorly conditioned Durban, South African Jewish community, no different to both Jewish and non-Jewish heavily “truth deprived” communities throughout the western world benefiting ad-nausea from the Bretton Woods Conference of July 1944 that fixed the price of currency in order to align the “Almighty U.S. Dollar” with the DAAC’s Diamond Currency unlimited in supply, untraceable, lightweight and never inventoried.

 

But like every single literate human being on the planet getting more than their fair share of the graft-spoils of oil wars move very rapidly in to the “resignation” stage, only beginning to search for Truth-G-d when old and feeble and when as logic-Divine understanding would dictate when it is “too little too late”, and why so very few of us have any “affinity” of the so very few who have come before.

 

Pulling out all stops to grab right now as much as you can in an effort to beat out the most awesome low level wave that emanates from all those spots in the world NOT having got their fair share of the graft-spoils of oil wars, not even close is at best silly.

 

Our father may have never spoken a word to anyone about how he truly felt about the “STUPID Yanks” during World War II for all he had to go on was his “gut feel” that something was very wrong when coming across so very few Nazi fighter planes in his 71 odd miraculous missions dive bombing the crap out of the Nazi bastards as his first cousin Leslie Gevisser, the older brother of David Moshal-Gevisser Englehard “clicked his heels” in German-Nazi prisoner of war camp.

 

None of you were in the room of our RM’s cottage in Wiveliscombe getting on a decade ago when our father fell asleep reading a draft of Julius Gurwitz’s autobiography that our RM was helping edit, all taking place prior to Alan, mom’s second husband, executing rather well along with the help of a rather disgruntled contractor the extension that to the best of my knowledge required the “peace making” intervention of our brother Neil who is known to be himself a “hot head” not quite able despite being so very literate and well-schooled to connect all the dots as quickly as someone such as me again who benefited from the mistakes made in raising 3 prior siblings who along with our nannies “played their role” in my “good conditioning”.

 

You have to ask yourself what had to be going through Dad’s head as our RM put so much effort in to the autobiography of yet another German-Nazi prisoner of war?

 

Who the hell is Julius Gurwitz Esq?

 

What in G-d’s name is our RM even bothering with such a “total loser” who is so much like King Golden Jr. Esq. never able to “rili” [sic] “make a living” without someone either like our RM or me “buttering their bread”?

 

Certainly when compared to Dad’s extraordinary colorful life story that included Mom getting to meet at least one if not “tTOo” [sic] of his girlfriends and their husbands during World War II, one sexual intercourse occurring after bombing the wrong targets and Dad’s Commanding Officer had Dad and his two buddies involved in this misguided raid take a week off, fly to Canne in the south of France where as Dad’s logbook records, “2 D/H!! + 1 FAIR MISS” all written in the color red.

 

Remember as well mom had already written and published her and Alan’s THE WINKING CAT in which despite all the “hoopla” I had created when first hearing that she was simply referring to dad as “fighter pilot” versus his official designation which was “fighter-bomber-pilot”, mom then taking the “grand step” and calling Dad to “apologize profusely” since not only had she not credited him with this much higher ranking designation but she had gone on to suggest that Dad was “hand throwing” bombs out of the cockpit much like what occurred in World War I, and yet when THE WINKING CAT is finally published and Durban based Gerald Hackner, our RM’s financial engineer of the most worldly financial engineers calls up Dad who was living in Cape Town to get mom’s telephone in Wiveliscombe, England to “thank her” for sending him a copy of the book which apparently he and everyone other than Marie and me and finally Dad who eventually got his copy, “just loved”, there in black and white was dad’s incorrect designation, “fighter pilot”.

 

Not to mention being a fighter-bomber-pilot required a whole lot more skill.

 

To mention little of bravery;  far more dangerous coming in fast and low to bomb targets often decoys heavily armed than getting involved in “dog fights” which would have been welcomed by someone as knowledgeable and skilled as Bernie Gevisser flying as wingman to Dr. Syd Cohen, very possibly the two most “unbeaten” [sic] fighter-bomber-pilots of the 2nd world war.

 

It is not what you say but what you fail to say that is most often much more important!

 

Now I have been through a good chunk of all this before but today it is of course taking on a whole meaning and were I to add the word “importance” you immediately come to Mom’s booklet and record, THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING A WOMAN.

 

Do you think it is possible that DG is gay?

 

Do you think Edgar Jay Hoover kept a file on our uncle?

 

Does it all matter?

 

You do know that our RM’s friend Leslie Shagam who also fought in World War II as well as Israel’s War of Independence and very possibly also a fighter-bomber-pilot but not a very good one, is gay.

 

You do know that according to our HIGHLY AWARE and extraordinarily well trained deceptive RM Leslie Shagam was thrown out of the Israeli Air Force when his Commanding Officers found out he was gay.

 

We know without our RM telling us so that Dad is not gay.

 

Does all this matter?

 

You have to now be thinking more about what exactly was and is our RM up to?

 

You do know that it is rather uncommon for a man of 54 with access to the best physicians in the world such as our uncle Dr. Leizer Molk MD to die as a result of “an addiction to Coca Cola” just moments in time before his extraordinary mineral rich estate goes “through the roof”.

 

You can compute what $6 million paid off-shore in March 1971 would be worth today had half of it been invested in Engelhard’s platinum bearing in mind that CE at the time of his murder controlled the entire world’s supply of platinum that just a few years later was mandated by the United States Government to have some $20 worth deposited in each and every new vehicle sold within the United States via the catalytic converters-exhaust system.

 

You would know that platinum is much more easily inventoried than Diamond Currency.

 

You would know that if DG then placed half of the remaining half in Englehard’s gold held “in trust” by his and our RM’s most trusted Hong Kong business partners that were our Dad to “assert himself” would afford him his own Air Force.

 

You would know that if DG took the remaining quarter, some $1.5 million and invested with Harry Oppenheimer, DG would be richer today than the Queen of England.

 

But why have your “sights” so very low when we could soon own Starbucks and Mothercare for nothing short of “song and dance”?

 

When last did any of you visit Bahrain?

 

Did you notice that there is an AIG official in the carbon copied section who is based in Bahrain?

 

Since you are only now for the very first time reading very carefully RM’s 3-4 page LIFE STORY OF ZENA that as you can see was sent out to different people at different times beginning on October 9th 2001 you are reading it with a whole bunch of much clearer eyes the result of your brains beginning to function much the way they once did when you were all very small children.

 

Zena ends with the word “problem” before her and her very senior and very “deep undercover” Mossad agent father’s “standard” ending, “Keep Smiling”.

 

None of you can remember despite older than me much if any conversations with our maternal grandfather Granddad Al who also loved very much our paternal grandfather Israel Issy Gevisser despite all the nonsense our highly deceptive RM threw at you which you all “lapped up” like “dogs”.

 

You all recall time and again our RM saying, “You don’t have to like me but you must love me!”

 

I have always liked and loved our mother, the best mother in the world!

 

Mom, like Rhodes Scholar Bill “Rhodes-Wallpaper-Kitchen Sink” Clinton knows you never end with a “problem”, instead you start out assuming there is a “problem”, and then begin to “solve the problem”.

 

You are by now not only sufficiently in tune but very likely one step ahead of me in clicking on to this hyperlink that takes you President Bill Clinton’s speech at Caltech University on January 21st 2001 well before committing the treasonous act of granting Marc “Trading with the enemy” Rich a Presidential Pardon at the 11th hour and 59th minute of his DAAC fictitious presidency.

 

Everyone gets along, everyone is fine with all sorts of jokes no matter how “in poor taste” so long as they have “money in their pocket and a beer in their belly”.

 

Hitler was a DAAC stooge!

 

Clinton, you would agree, is not as smart as me, and in fact you may also agree I would have this intellectual midget all tied up in knots even if we were to debate on any subject in the English language.

 

Clinton, however, is possibly less virile but more intelligent than a baboon?

 

Mostly this scoundrel former President of a country that prides itself on “We are a nation of laws” is just extraordinarily crooked and therefore has great difficulty keeping track of his lies from day one much like all those who lie, steal and cheat, “for a living”.

 

Jay McMichael, the CNN photojournalist who I met on the cliffs of Del Mar soon after he had got back from a trip to China where he accompanied Clinton and just prior to MDG and I going in mid-June on our 24 day “fact finding mission”, is as good a human being deciding to “make a living” covering the news, as it gets.

 

Jay has not communicated with me since last emailing me when I was still in China but I know he is following along and is still rather angry with Clinton who he thought was “one of the good guys” up until I explained to him why Clinton had presented the “problem” at the end of his “uplifting” speech at this prestigious high tech university rather than at the beginning and then went about “solving the problem” he had caused more so than any other President apart from Franklin D. Roosevelt.

 

You recall it was our great President, the very smart and most honorable George W. Bush who reached out to the hard working and enslaved masses of the ENTIRE WORLD when he condemned the Yalta Conference that followed immediately after the Red Army liberated Auschwitz which was not long after the atrocity of the Bretton Woods Conference.

 

Did you notice how many DAAC members of the United States Congress applauded our great President for telling the truth?

 

Did you notice how many of the DAAC tyrants in the rest of world such as those in Peru, South Africa and I could probably name all 44 countries who sent the 730 delegates to the Bretton Woods Conference of July 1944 excluding of course China and her Allies did not join to thank GWB from the bottom of their hearts for being so very truthful and so extraordinarily courageous?

 

The Bosnian style ethnic cleansing civil war that Clinton does a whole lot more than “allude” to but again right towards the end of his January 21st 2001 speech of speeches that only comes across as “bizarre” to those so very few of us “in touch with the heartbeat of the universe” and yes again Jay McMichael may in fact be the only “honest” journalist in the entire world and Jay is today like all of you being very quiet.

 

Jay most probably does not have a “Trust Fund” which is what may end up saving him being re-formed as a turkey!

 

Today you don’t even need to go more than a block away from the cliffs of super rich Del Mar to know that Americans are hurting like never before.

 

The jobs are simply not there.

 

The jokes are increasingly not very funny.

 

The people are increasingly numb, no different to when the DAAC went about crashing the Deutche Mark leading in an instant to when a barrelful of Deutche Marks couldn’t afford a loaf of bread.

 

The Holocaust museums-memorials are a FUCKING joke.

 

Everyone receiving a copy of this email and chooses to “turn the other cheek” is at best a “joke”.

 

Zena Gevisser like her father and his mother Nechie Badash are the best of the best which does not make them perfect, although Zena may not have been in full control of her “reflexes” when writing the all important words, “From the earliest days of 1949…”

 

But you have to look at the “pattern of behavior” much like when examining the egregious misconduct of The Sperm Donor to know that there is in fact “method to THEIR madness”.

 

One can “sit back” and take the position that there is nothing that can be done and so what if this is all simply a repeat of the rise of Nazi Germany or you can take “my lead”, not be afraid, do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and at least try to join me in, “giving peace a better chance”.

 

I will following a run with the dogs and a short motorcycle ride come back to both editing and adding hyperlinks to the 57048 characters with space email I sent out last evening to The New Yorker which by now should be in the hands of investigative journalist Seymour M. Hersh, before then heading back to Del Mar to enjoy a relaxing afternoon with MDG and while enjoying the sunset to give thanks to all those doing their best to make at least my life so meaningful.

 

Love,

 

Gary

 

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