From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Friday, December 22, 2006 3:48 PM PT
To: Ron Bellows – Senior Risk M
Cc: rest;
Subject: RE: TAKE CARE...SHOW UP
[SIC]....MY MID-DRIFT EXPOSED...WHILE MY...RM LOOKS ON GLOWING WITH PRIDE....A
wish for you
Ron hi.
While I fully understand the extraordinarily poor
conditioning that leads us so insensitive human beings to wishing one another “well”
beginning with the favorite American expression, “Take Care” you must
understand I am first and foremost not a fool.
You know that I know that not only you, your wife, your
children, your parents, yes each and every literate person on the planet apart
from the very deep underground Jewish Underground and no more than a few dozen
people in the world’s intelligence services and of course I exclude George W.
Bush from such extraordinarily few numbers, have ever given much thought to why
of all the bankers in the world to choose from, the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel chose J.P. Morgan
as their “runner”.
Don’t wait for Christmas to begin running your American flag
“upside
down” a sign of “DISTRESS” which of course you a
movie going Hollywood supporter would know besides for being a strong advocate
of the 2nd Amendment of the bs Constitution, the right of “ordinary citizens” to “Bear
Arms ”.
Where do you think Jesus Christ-G-d fits into all this including
the Constitution that protects the rights of ordinary citizens once they have
so little to “barter with” apart from looking at you so mockingly, no different
to
It is not only you now feeling so ashamed of yourself but
what will paralyze you increasingly so until when next meeting up with our very
smart and vengeful Maker is the FACT
that you now have to deal with the embarrassment of knowing that everyone around
you if they don’t already know will inevitably find out not only the truth
about what exactly has you being so very “selective” when communicating with
me, BUT NO LESS important what led
to the formation of the U.S. Federal Reserve.
Not to mention yet again how YOU chose when finding out the
truth to stick
your head in the sand.
DO
NOT COMMUNICATE WITH ME EVER AGAIN UNLESS IT IS TO TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE
ARRANGED TO HAVE ME EMAIL-SPEAK TO A SUFFICIENTLY LARGE SIZE GROUP TO MAKE IT
WORTH MY WHILE.
Now after getting on your hands and knees and simply
thinking of KNOWINGLY and so SELFISHLY CONTRIBUTING to all the INNOSCENT-IGNORANT human beings, the
wildlife and plants WHILE BEING
awfully closely watched by our Superior Being, being shredded to pieces by DAAC wars and DAAC out of control real estate development that feed off the
ignorant masses breeding like rabbits and dying like flies to support the
perpetual money making machine of the DAAC
that for some 100 years has gained momentum by selfish bastards such as you
hooking yourself to their gravy train fast, now running out of steam click on
this hyperlink for the remainder of this communiqué
that combined with reaction I am getting from folks in Israel, of course
closely aligned with the DAAC no
different to you, has me delaying by at least another 72 hours my “DEMAND LETTER” communiqué to Thomas Stephens Esq. of the DAAC sponsored law firm of
Bartlit-Beck.
The fact that you will immediately try arguing, “We
are all in the same boat, a bunch of cowards, hypocrites, liars, cheats and
thieves” then has you all thinking about all your religious hypocrisy
and all the time you have invested in telling yourself and others about your
either “belief in G-d” or being so “spiritual” enough to make
all decent people vomit!
Mostly, if not entirely, you will be arguing quietly with
yourself since you are increasingly unsure of those still communicating with
you who can be trusted to “keep a confidence” when you know
yourself you are untrustworthily in keeping the confidences of others ipsofacto
all the communications you have sent me detailing “wrongdoing” by your
financial conglomerate including shareholder fraud.
Oh, I almost forgot you have already clicked on the
hyperlink.
Bear in mind that hyperlink will continue to be edited in
the color green with hyperlinks added to make things more interesting!
You think you can be threatening one minute, forgetful the
next, kind the next without it inevitably taking a toll on your ability to
logically thought process.
Have you forgotten
the “it”
who makes you all feel so much better about yourselves the fact that he is
still out there “on the loose”, you praying he will
soon end your nightmare by firing a bullet in to the back of the heads of those
I care about and by having “on record” this sort of meaningless
email that “sumhow” [sic] G-d will forgive you for your atrocities.
Every moment that you,
Not to suggest for a minute that you like Michele 40 Four Feet Away Kube who
earlier today informed me that she works out religiously
for 2 hours each day are thinking that I might “sumhow” [sic] have some “sway”
in the two of you being recruited by the very deep underground Jewish
Underground.
Not to mention it is doubtful that your liver forget your
muscular skeletal system is in good enough shape to satisfy Michele sexually
since it is my humble but seasoned o
“I didn’t drink enough water today…
I forgot to eat lunch today forget a healthy lunch even though I have these
neurological diseases that require I get regular transfusions… I had this
meeting to attend followed by being chauffeur to all the distracting
extracurricular activates we burden our kids with just so that I can come up
with a better expl
To mention little of retired alter boy
Now take a very careful look at the list of email addresses
you see in this
hyperlink that come from an email my Royal Mater sent me on May 19th 2002, some 11 odd
days before her 73rd birthday
and some 222 days after my
extraordinarily “deceptive” mother began broadcasting her extraordinarily close
ties to the very deep underground Jewish Underground but only in a way that
morons such as yourself who have made it to the top designated spots of The Corporate Underground would
understand but only once someone such as myself painstakingly, patiently and
methodically went about explaining it all in a manner that you could argue but
only with yourself you didn’t “get the point”, how only just before
my RM decided to “lend
me support” fearful that I wasn’t YET
“equipped”
to “take
on” The Corporate Underworld
which of course is all of Wall Street, she made a point of “breaking
from the past” when declaring,
“I ONLY DEBATE PEOPLE WHO AGREE WITH
ME”.
Bear in mind as you have finally stopped trying to get me to
call you instead now thinking it is time for you to call Mr.
Not a single person on that list or anyone who has ever been
in the company of Zena Rosland
Badash-Ash Gevisser Zulman since she left England for South Africa at age
18 back in 1947 would consider her for a moment an “actress-salesperson”
although when she entered any room given her, as my father would say, “very
good figure” and “attractive”
not “drop dead beautiful” looks she instantly
became the “center of attention”.
But it was her worldliness, able to talk with uncanny
expertise in the most perfect Queen’s English on any
subject that had whoever she met was instantly
aware that they were in the presence of someone “very extraordinary”, counselor
of counselors who if they “played their cards right” could make
them equally powerful and very rich.
Worth looking first at how my RM ends her 3-4 page LIFE
STORY OF ZENA with the word, “problem” followed by her assassinated
father’s often used expression, “KEEP
SMILING” before then going back to the start which reads:
Literally - “Born To Perform” Zena Gevisser was pulled out
of her mother’s womb in an emergency Cesarean – performed in the front bedroom
of the family home in
So why would I, someone who is relatively unknown talk about
someone even less known now in their 77th year and while I
understand from my father has lost a whole lot of weight but who soon after she
got remarried some 27 odd years ago – married to my father for some 30 years –
began as she “let her hair down” to no longer
care that much about her food intake which possibly bothered me more than
anything else although I of course didn’t have much to worry about given how so
very quietly without much fanfare my RM
“retired”
to a very modest and small house in a working class village that had enough
middle class people that no one would think my RM was “going overboard” in the decision
she took to “lay low”, although of course each one of my 3 siblings as well
as my father thought she had “lost her mind”, helped immensely by
my RM repeating for them so
nauseatingly, “Each one of my children would agree I have lost my mind!”
Not to mention the last time my not-exactly “nobody”
but extraordinarily worldly RM repeated these words to me was back in late December 2001 after she had attempted to “interfere” in the most pitiful manner my purchase of what is a very
modest 3 bedroom home that happens to have a café attached to it, each room in
the house apart from the one bathroom and commercial size kitchen overlooking
the entrance to the harbor town of Minehead, England.
To mention little of my very quick and precise response:
“Do you think G-d has played a hand in you now forgetting
what you decided to broadcast to the world back on October 9th 2001 without
first checking with me to see whether what you were doing in revealing so much
of the family’s ‘crown jewels’ would assist or hamper me in either selling a best selling fiction book to be later turned into
a blockbuster movie or nailing shut the coffin of DeBeers after I had told you
the day before that I had taken all the necessary
precautions to prevent a ‘repeat performance’ of something much more
destructive than my beverage-wine being ‘doctored’ as it was just prior to
joining the DAAC in early 1980 and then again in mid-November 1998, on both occasions
the ‘welcoming party’ never expecting me to ‘show up’” [sic]
Bear in mind our much more wordy conversation that had my RM doing most of the talking totally
ignoring what I had to say, took place over a very clear landline telephone, my
RM in her village of Wiveliscombe
and me in a payphone in the center of Minehead’s harbor about an hours drive
inland separating us.
My RM and I have
had very few discussions about her “lucky friend”, my father’s first
cousin
It is when someone goes on and on about nothing that one has
to think more about the message.
The handing over to me, without saying a single word, two
letters of introduction signed by DG moments before I boarded the aircraft with my
father enroot to the United States back on March
17th 1978 didn’t come as much of a surprise and I knew again
without my highly secretive mother saying a word not to say a word to anyone including
my father even after I had read both letters contained in two separate unsealed
envelopes.
Given how the addressees on both letters were in California
I visited with both individuals over a weekend without having to bother in
asking to take time off from working a nonsense job at the accounting-banking
firm in Chicago of Bernstein & Bank Ltd. that just loved to employ Lily White Wheaty Eating so very dumb South African Chartered
accountants who are in fact far better trained in “cooking the books” than
their counterparts here in the United States.
Instead I just bided my time, never coming close to
excelling in any of the assignments that were handed to me; it not taking my
supervisors and their bosses, the partners of the firm very long to figure out
that “sumthing” [sic] was wrong, that I didn’t “fit the mold”, not in the
least bit “good” at “taking direction” but “sumhow”
[sic] not only did all the clients like me but they were “happily” charged “through the nose”.
And the more I “screwed
up” mostly explaining quietly to the busy bees who made their bosses look
good how the “real world” worked but not speak out until there was “more
light on earth” so I was given increasingly more “important”; i.e.
higher fee assignments until such time I was doing the work of one of the most
senior partners who was responsible for the
firm’s most important client, Joseph Seigal of Seigal Trading.
The tasks I did could have in fact been executed by pretty
much anyone on the planet who could hold a pencil, memorize one word and one
number at a time that appeared on a computer generated sheet of paper and then transcribe
the information on to a relatively clean piece of paper that had also been
handed to me with no more than 3 columns already drawn, no one trusting me even
with a ruler, but only so long as such individuals had not let their formal
education interfere with their learning.
Back in 1978-1979
Joseph Seigal was not simply at the “top of his game” as he ran “circles around” the DAAC Hunt Oil Brothers of Texas but he was getting awfully close to
“breaking
the law”, i.e. looking like he was wanting to get into the
business-personal of the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel who
simply got the tax laws changed making it almost impossible for Seigal to do
his “straddles”.
Here you are working
for, in your words, a “fony crap megalopoly” [sic] of AIG-Marsh & McLennan-ACE Ltd and
you have never heard of Joseph Seigal apart from me mentioning his name from
time to time and even when you do a Google Search not much appears apart from
there being “verbiage” about Siegal Trading having been fairly recently “censured” by DAAC U.S. regulators.
It is only right that you should feel discomfort right this
instant.
The day I walked in to the office of Howard Bernstein, the co-founding
partner along with Sandy Bank to let him know that I was leaving his firm to
take over from uncle DG who combined with my RM was much more than the “figurehead”
of the mafia of mafia, special interest of special interest group, he took his
time in looking up.
Of course all I told him was that I thought it was time for
me to move on and it wasn’t long after that Bernstein & Bank Ltd was sold.
I don’t recall my RM
ever visiting with me at Bernstein & Bank but there were enough dumb-ass
South Africans working there for the senior partners of the firm to have
figured out long before I showed signs of being “different” to all those
idiot South Africans willing to work for “slave wages” that having me assist with
such a “money maker” like
Joseph Seigal could pay “dividends” down the line.
Not to mention that it was no secret that I attended tax
school at DePaul University where I achieved one of the top if not the “top
mark” that only added to the “curiosity factor” of my bosses at
Bernstein & Bank as to how incredibly “lethargic” and disheveled I worked
so hard at [see me and my hairdo, my “mid-drift”
exposed in the photo in this hyperlink while my always incredibly
well-dressed RM looks on glowing
with pride] while at the same time I was in peak physical condition.
While once visiting the
west coast of the
In early 1980 two years after I had begun settling down in
Chicago, changing my residence on 3 occasions, one time living in a terrific
building that housed Charlie Chaplin, one of well under a handful of
British-Americans who DARED to SPEAK OUT
and poke fun at the “Rise of Nazi Germany” the “charade
of charades, my RM arrived “unannounced”
having just “returned to England” NOT
Israel as she led her audience to believe in her extraordinarily deceptively
crafted “shot across the bow” at my potential adversaries that contained
a whole lot more than “poisoned tipped arrows” for not all
that well-hidden were her family and my father family’s “crown jewels” that I had
known all about from the day she, the epitome of the “suitcase Jew” had
supposedly, “lost track” back in December 1967, one month before beginning,
“in
ernest” my, “combat training”, of her one
handbag in Zurich, Switzerland just before she was to meet with Mr. Jost one of
her many but totally unimportant private bankers who are carefully chosen under a shingle like Bank Leumi, Citicorp, Bank of
America, etc etc who cater to the brain dead.
I first waited for her to ask me what I had done with both
letters and when I told her that I had yet to “make up my mind” while at
the same time telling her that the one person, a former maven in the South
African timber industry who lived in La Jolla, California amongst the nauseating
large number of idiot South African Jewish people couldn’t remember his own
name let alone my uncle DG and the lawyers in San Francisco had offered me
a “corner
office” so long as I didn’t “feel the need” to ever visit 47th
Street in New York City where it was made patently obvious I would be “in
harms way”, my RM, also not one
very good at “taking orders”, so similar to my wife, it makes perfect sense, simply
went about her “business-personal” and when making her “presence felt” as she “tore
down the house” when speaking to a local Bar Association headed up by a
black American lawyer who lived just across the State line in Gary, Indi
Again, I am not only fearless I am very much alive and well
without a thought to my personal safety giving how I know versus believe how
this “game of life” ends for those first of all who profess ignorance
while thinking themselves so godly that their skin and bones is more important
than the next.
Now place
yourself in the shoes of investigative journalist Seymour M. Hersh and continue reading along.
When last I saw you on CNN
you seemed to still have a heart beat or again so it seems given all the
Hollywood special effects it could have been Howard Schultz of Starbucks
also writing under your name in recent newspaper-magazine articles as well as
when appearing rather frequently on other DAAC
sponsored TV and Radio stations declaring out loud that the pretext for us
going in to Iraq and the Israelis going in to Lebanon, getting rid of
Hezbollah’s Iranian provided missiles is nothing but the prelude for stripping
Iranians of their high quality hydrocarbon reserves and in doing so maintain
the U.S. dollar as the “monopoly currency” for the critical
international oil market.
Not to mention the recent actions of the Hasidic-Black
Hatter embracing Iranians, the first oil producing nation to set up a
non-Dollar currency monopolized bourse, should have everyone including those so
supportive of the Durban North, South African Lazarus clan looking back aways to those who
benefited so handsomely from our tyrant the Shah of Iran.
I wholeheartedly agree but only with the final conclusion of
your
“an investigation by a Congressional committee….We have
to decide whether we are a democracy or not.”
But are you serious, delirious, just very crooked or all three?
Do you have any idea where technology has gone since June
8th 1981 when
Of course you do!
Mr. Bellows it looks more and more that what you write while
containing unquestionable logic, facts up the kazoo, is nothing more than a smokescreen
for the foes of the “free enterprise system”!
So let just agree to stop with this “democracy”
gobbledygook, all to distract from the problems in the
To develop a nuclear bomb doesn’t really take all that much
time or much advances in technology bearing in mind 2 rather sophisticated
atomic bombs back in 1945 were not the figment of anyone’s imagination or that
matter the proliferation of nuclear secrets since, you would agree!
Not all that much credit is given to Einstein’s “Mind
of G-d” equation, “2 c mE” in “reverse” apart from the
sailors on board the nuclear aircraft carrier Enterprise standing on the flight
deck in the E=mc² formation around the time the Enterprise sailed
to South Africa in mid-1964 to pay respect to the DAAC bosses, American
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