From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Saturday, February 03, 2007 1:51 AM PT
To: Devin Standard
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Subject: CHEERS...burn...time...bull...c.ash
Devin,
I’ve been
waiting for this hour as far back as I can recall when
becoming a fully conscious competent;
i.e. proficient at correcting my own mistakes, around the time of my Barmitzvah
on April 25th 1970, 19th Nissan
5730 in the Hebrew calendar.
My paternal
grandfather Israel Issy Gevisser died at age 81-82, a couple of months earlier on February 24th.
What I remember
most about Issy Gevisser was his mild manner and how insistent he was each time
I visited with him at the headquarters
of The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies, 173 Madon Road, Durban, South Africa, in
giving me a “ticky”, equivalent back then to two and half cents to buy candy,
just a few steps outside the office he shared with my dad, from a vending
machine towards the reception area that was on the 1st level with
access only by way of a horseshoe shaped flight of stairs that began to the
right of the showroom on the ground floor that displayed neat toys that didn’t
stay that way for long.
“Boy” is, as you know, a term used by
Lily White Wheaty Eating South Africans to denote an “affectionate” feeling toward another male “boy”.
Not as sick as
something much more obviously wrong with “western race” thinking where the race for survival that has gone on rather
well longer than any of us can remember, got replaced so quickly with the race
for, “survival of the richest”!
I could go off
on a tangent digging in to “boys and their favorite toy” which I think you would prefer!
What you are
about to have to deal with is going to make you on the one hand feel real good
were even a stranger South African LWWE “boy” to call you, currently “labeled”
an “African American” using the word
“boy” but only because you
heart is now about to be broken just like mine was when remembering how very
upset my dad was at his father’s funeral that was heavily attended by the “who’s who” of the heavily corrupt Durban
Jewish community.
Everybody, good
and bad wanted to be seen at the funeral of this very great man who kept many
secrets to protect my father, who was much more to my grandfather than his
“favorite” as he upon hearing from my mother’s father a “central figure” in the
deep underground Jewish Underground of the important role he would be playing
in the supplying of Israel with weapons purchased mostly with Diamond Currency
became increasingly “distant” from my father while worshiping the ground upon
which Bernie Gevisser walked.
It is very
possible that Issy Gevisser was informed of the role he would be playing well
before my Royal Mater and her immediate family arrived in South Africa back in
1947 when she became very quickly engaged to my father.
At the time I
couldn’t recall seeing a single “black” face in the crowd given my focus on how
very sad was my father who tends to cry a lot over “nothing”.
Now you are not
quite sure whether you are feeling a little better about yourself because you
are no longer sure whether you should be feeling sad for me but remember I was
still just 12 at the time and my dad meant the world to me.
But you also
know that there were Miss Worlds and
Miss Universes walking in and out of my bedroom/living room 24/7 so how tough
really was it for me who by this time, given my “breeding”, I was well on my
way to becoming, at a minimum, an Israeli fighter jet pilot; my small frame
combined with quick reflexes and a mind that could when called upon compute
sufficiently good to impress the only person in the world that “counted”.
Zena Gevisser
didn’t need anyone but her out of this world genius father, Albert Badash-Ash to tell her that she was the
smartest person in the world.
But when you
see your fighter-bomber-pilot father who returned after his 71st
mission dive-bombing the crap out of the DeBeers-German-Nazi bastards to bury
his mother crying and knowing enough that his father and my friend was not
coming back was very tough indeed.
Only when Zena
Gevisser had me place the ad in the South African Sunday Times some 2
decades later, A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There! did I find out the rather extraordinary number of “black” faces that
attended Issy Gevisser’s funeral and most of them were either out of work or
soon to be.
Shakespeare
seemed so very old and boring as did pretty much everything I learned following
my Barmitzvah up until my first year studying Economics I at the very average University of Natal,
Durban, South Africa.
Professor Trevor Jones of Natal University is not the only person on
that one email list of mine who is “deafeningly silent”.
You are pretty
courageous to be emailing me at this time since you know I forget little of
importance, most of all the “deafening silences” that began appearing so soon after the DAAC orchestrated the wholesale
slaughter of the awesome Moshal
Gevisser Group of Companies using all sorts of
aliases and front people to do their “dirty deed” of “dirty deeds”.
It is very
possibly that even my extraordinarily shrewd Royal Mater may never have fully
known all that had gone on behind the scenes even though she was fully aware
that the American Charles Engelhard
visited the headquarters of Moshal Gevisser on several occasions.
Charles Engelhard was not shy
about throwing his weight around but nor was my mother in “peak condition”, her
whole world falling apart when her father “out of the blue” fell ill and was dead in a matter of days.
There was a lot
going on in the world back when we were all kids no different to today.
Bottom line,
with all the assassinations, suicides, mass murders blah blah there are still
more of us today!
So why aren’t
we building churches, mosques, synagogues, Buddhist temples, universities to
not simply honor all the dead but thank them from the bottom of our hearts, G-d
only knows how many more drive by shootings there would be in downtown heavily
corrupt Del Mar, not to mention how much more carnage there would be from
roadside bombs!
Each of us has
to figure out how just one move in the wrong direction could trigger a
butterfly in a remote uninhabited forest to flap its wings causing just enough
air to propel a bee, on its last legs, to find cover, resting its heart before
moving on to fulfill its mission in life.
Think of all
the folks in NASA’s Mission Control room and how excited they get just about
the shuttle returning safely, forget finding a single bee in Deep Space as that
one I described saved by that one lonely butterfly.
Death is a
manmade word that has no meaning to those of us in touch with the heartbeat of
the universe.
How in G-d’s
name can we be so disconnected from the “real world” to mourn one death over another
only because we are so self-absorbed so very disconnected with no one to blame
but ourselves for allowing corrupt people to take G-d out of our lives.
The “gift of
life” is much more than a heartbeat, a heart nothing more than a battery.
Intelligence is
what counts!
How intelligent
can any of us really be to think even if there was no Creator that because
someone is born into wealth they should be entitled to inherit anything more
than their good name and if it stinks to toss it out along with the dirty baby
water.
The purpose of
this long introduction is to get you to breath.
Take another
deep breath and then another and feel free to start it all over again beginning
at any point that makes you most comfortable which is right here.
I am heading
back to Del
Mar once I catch some 41 odd winks to hang with Marie still nursing a broken
middle left rib.
Of course I
will be joking with her while we watch JoNathan who has a slight cold but will
most likely participate in another same old boring surfing competition
competing against pretty much the same rich kids that he really enjoys which
beats him having to look at his Sperm Donor’s growl.
I doubt very
much this awesome kid or his equally awesome and increasingly aware sister when
they eventually find out what is going to break your heart that makes the most
derogatory names anyone could possibly throw at you seem like nothing short of
a “breath of fresh air” will change anything in their “little world” but I know
versus believe it will jolt them to their core, but again not enough, in my
humble but seasoned opinion, to want
to “stand up, be counted and fight with all their mite”!
There is
nothing, at least to me, in the least bit “strange” or mysterious about the way
G-d works using the forces of G-d-na-ture to guide us with wisdom
that is ageless.
DNA only knows
to “double” to “replicate faithfully”.
There is no
“good” or “evil”.
Pythagoras got
a number of things right beginning with, Number is the essence of all things,
good or evil.
Everything can
be translated in to numbers beginning with mathematics, the most precise of all
languages.
The Mind, all
chemistry that translates all back in to the math, is the only friend a
“conscious competent” needs and of
course “humankind’s best friend”.
Pypeetoe is
breathing heavily having just earlier come out from deep under the covers where
we are sitting in front of the fireplace to get more air.
Follow the next
butterfly you see assuming I don’t get around to finishing this piece.
If I do you
will find it when clicking on to the hyperlink above the word, “HERE”
Cheers!
Gary
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From: Devin
Standard
Sent: Thursday, February 01, 2007 7:30 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: BULL...c.ash
Gary:
You are making progress; but
taking debeers down will be a long, hard fight. Check out today's wall street journal.
Rgds,
Devin
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Original Message ----
From: Gary S. Gevisser <gevisser@sbcglobal.net>
To: Seymour M. Hersh c/o The New Yorker
<TNY_themail@advancemags.com>
Cc: dwyer@nytimes.com
Sent: Thursday, February 1, 2007 4:01:40 PM
Subject: BULL...c.ash
FYI
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, February 01, 2007 1:41 PM PT
To: andrew.dowell@dowjones.com;
david.enrich@dowjones.com
Cc: rest;
President@whitehouse.gov
Subject: BULL...c.ash
Gentlemen…---…
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