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A modern fable

From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, May 11, 2005 9:14 AM PT
To: Denga “Bing Bing” Ramuedzisi
Cc:; Eliot Spitzer – Attorney General of New York State;; Tony Leon MP – Leader of the Democratic Alliance – Republic of South Africa;;Eric Van Den Berg Esq. – Bell, Dewar & Hall; Ms Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka – South Africa’s Minister of Minerals and Energy;Trevor Manuel – South Africa’s Minister of Finance
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable

“Hey” [sic] head trip,

Its going to be interesting how Moses Kgosana, Chairman – KPMG SA, responds to your latest outburst bearing in mind your “superior” analytical skills looping me in with all your “ostrich” friends increasingly like you coming to terms with how little they contribute to the overall good, “sum” [sic] of them extraordinarily dependant on handouts from MarkGevisser’s DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] family responsible for the greatest enslavement, torture and murder that continues to this day with the AIDs genocide in South Africa.

Could “u” [sic] let us all know when last you wore “bling bling” cufflinks possibly like these?

Take good care!

Gary S. Gevisser

A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There


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—–Original Message—–
From: Ramuedzisi, Denga []
Sent: Wednesday, May 11, 2005 12:03 AM
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable


Fuck off butt head


From: Gary S. Gevisser []
Sent: 09 May 2005 22:10
Cc: Nicholas Oppenheimer – DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC]
Subject: FW: A Modern Fable







—–Original Message—–
From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Monday, May 09, 2005 12:33 PM PT
To: Denga Ramuedzisi
Ccrest; Mark Gevisser – The Nation’s southern African correspondant;; Eliot Spitzer – Attorney General of New York State;; Tony Leon MP – Leader of the Democratic Alliance – Republic of South Africa;; Eric Van Den Berg Esq. – Bell, Dewar & Hall
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable


I thought I had already done not only a good job of explaining who I am and what I am about but how precisely I intend to have you chew on your words from now until Kingdom come?


It is possible you were not included in my broadcasted missive to representatives of Wells Fargo Bank earlier this morning so after getting on your hands and knees and giving me this instant 3600 pushups followed by 4200 sit-ups go this posting on the Wells Fargo Yahoo Message board and read very carefully how in rather simple English I have the headline news of the day in the words of my 88 year old mentor Mr. Amos P. Wright, “well covered”.


Bearing in mind the likes of Mr. Wright understand the “significant” amount of attention paid to such message boards, the most incoherent being some of my rather “skilled and knowledgeable” former SCAL[Shareholder Class Action Litigator] clients knowing perfectly well there is no point in even trying to “yank my chain”, more “bang for their buck” sending very clear signals to former and current employees of these public corporations both for “pre-discovery” as well as “discovery” purposes, to mention little of Amos P. Wright having known me since I was 27 years old with already back in 1984 a rather impressive track record “tucked under my belt” able to attract his attention and what has been the most incredible “lifetime interest” from a rather brilliant life, Mr. Wright both a United States Marine as well as Navy Officer in World War II who as a very young lad impressed the hell out of Mr. Mason Houghland owner of Spur Oil, the only man to have “stood up” to the scoundrel John D. Rockefeller.


Your decision to “loop me in” with the rest of your and Tefo Mohapi’s “friends” no doubt in my rather logical mind an effort by a not necessarily all that well centered numbers person such as yourself, thinking yourself ever so smart, to send Tefo quite the clear message that he would based on your “insight” not be able to count on many if any of his so-called friends, “wouldn’t u agree” [sic]?


May I strongly suggest you now pull out all stops to ensure that you and anyone else doesn’t do anything more stupid to interfere with Mr. Tefo’s exceedingly logical “pursuit of the truth” until such time as I arrive in South Africa where I will personally “kick your butt” from then until Kingdom come without ever being so dumb as to threaten you with physical harm which is how in fact I assess your actions in looping me in with your so-called friends, all of you no doubt having had a lot to say for yourselves when out there drinking your wine, gobbling up your food along with all your bs small talk all paid for courtesy of the Lilly White Wheaty Eaters having essentially bought you off, wouldn’t you agree?


On the other hand given all my other priorities which include sitting down this afternoon to go through the itinerary in preparation for our motorcycle ride through Europe next month I may very well have to simply stick to continuing in this vein embarrassing the crap out of you versus following you around less and able to attract even barflies, relying instead on our increasing number of informers to feed me with all your latest bs including how much older you are looking.


Furthermore should you decide to respond yet again without first bothering to “fall on the sword”, so awesome our great President, the most honorable George W. Bush, telling it exactly the way it is to those “liberals” in the west who sold Baltic States “lock stock and barrel” following WWII, the past, the future all coming “to-get-her” [sic] in the Digital Age, nowhere for those supportive of big government to ensure they get the first of the handouts pulled from the pockets of the mostly hardworking masses, the rich of course have never come close to paying their fare share of taxes, and the rich in the United States so well represented amongst the SCALs heavy duty supporters of the liberal Democrats, may I strongly suggest you carbon as opposed to blind copy your lawyer-s or simply have them communicate directly with me.


Gary S. Gevisser

A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There


Ps – Feel free to let me know what it is exactly you don’t fully understand by draft 15 of our INFORMERS WANTED ad which has since been reduced to 142 words.


Ps I – Were either of your parents like Tefo’s mother imprisoned during the 1976 Soweto riots and if they were not when did they or your teachers inform you that your enemy was not the Afrikaner people but us Lilly White Wheaty Eaters, most us liberals, nothing to stop either President John F. Kennedy or his sellout brother RFK Attorney General of the United States from putting to an end Mark Gevisser’s DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] family from paying you folks slave wages to pull out of your ground South Africa’s rich mineral resources.


Let me know at what point you think you might be ready to sign a referendum calling for a moratorium on any further extraction of gold from anywhere in the world where the DAAC are in “command and control” leaving it up to the likes of me to deal with supporting those workers currently dependant on the DAAC to eat right and be entitled to at least 8 glasses of fresh drinking water a day, water the most basic and precious human right, all leading to healthy mind-healthy body.


And of course you will let me know your take on the extraordinary coincidence of MG, son of David Gevisser, the “male heir” of the American Charles Engelhard considered by those of us in the know as the largest supporter of Democratic politicians particularly President John F. Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson during the height of the Apartheid regime, being “chosen” as the autobiographer of Thabo Mbeki’s autobiography.

Yell to your friends should you want more rope to hang yourself.


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DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel is a multifaceted, hard to penetrate, multi-national conglomerate that has brilliantly engineered total control of the diamond industry, its tentacles interwoven in an elaborate web obscuring its multi-head.

DAAC has reined over the business world above and beyond any international public scrutiny, always staying one step ahead of the law beginning when the new President of the United States in 1933 following Franklin D. Roosevelt’s election the year before made it illegal for U.S. citizens to own gold, the same year Joe Kennedy, a supporter of both Hitler and FDR was made chairman of the Securities and Exchange Commission and 5 years later in 1938, one year before World War II broke out in Europe, appointed ambassador to Britain.

Diamonds, unlimited in supply but carefully “parceled out” to those “currying favor” with the DAAC is also the most acceptable lightweight medium of exchange when dealing with governments “out of favor” who parcel out favors to those doing their bidding, no bargaining when invited to the DAAC’s Central Selling Organization headquartered in London, England, such “sight holders” being counted on if choosing to remain part of this very select club to keep their mouths shut, loose lips cost more than battleships, in war money no object.

The DAAC’s money making-laundering machine going on in perpetuity which “to-get-her” [sic] with slick Madison Avenue marketing, “A diamond is forever – a girl’s best friend” and friends with quite the Hollywood connections not only helped finance Hitler’s war machine, the greasing of the wheels made all that much easier by having again the same friends advocating “appeasement” of Hitler in the right positions at the right time.

Controlling the minds of the shell shocked masses eventually led to corrupting each and every government around the world, Dutch Sandwiches facilitating the masking of this mafia of mafia organization’s corporate as well as land ownership.


Today the next generation are coming “face to face”, the result of the Digital Age, information traveling at light-speed with who exactly was responsible for not only the mortgaging of each successive generation’s future through out of control real estate development but in being able to go “back and forth” as opposed to around in circles the young and the restless less and less defenseless  can better evaluate the causes of war and who exactly stands to benefit the most when the population eventually explodes.

Internet websites such as bridge the gap between people that know and do “knots” [sic].

Information of money laundering activities by the DAAC will be invaluable in exposing the nefarious relationship between untraceable currency, real estate development, and political manipulation of population.

Help safeguard the next generation’s remaining rights and privileges by sharing your knowledge to apply pressure on the DAAC to do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing, making right on their wrongdoing by first opening up their books to international public scrutiny, mitigating the possibilities of the DAAC resorting once again to fermenting unrest amongst those population groups least able to defend themselves.

Support also the suspension in the trading of shares in public corporations, thereby protecting the uninformed investors from stock manipulators. Those well run public companies should have no fear for they will be at a competitive advantage relative to the capital that has been so smartly socked away.

The scars of “1907” [sic] remain on the masonry buildings housing the stock exchange of Wall Street. The fundamentals of the economy at that time were much worse than in 1929. One man J.P. Morgan saved the day, not so lucky for the victims of 1929. History has a way of repeating itself but today the “risk markets” are more fragile than at any time in history.

“Risk assessment” is my business.

I can be reached at

Gary S. Gevisser

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—–Original Message—–
From: Ramuedzisi, Denga []
Sent: Monday, May 09, 2005 9:46 AM
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable


Now really who … are you? I’ve asked you nicely to remove my name from your mailing list and you persist to send me useless e-mails.  I don’t know who you are and you don’t know me either. I don’t wanna be in your circle of e-mail buddies, nor do I want you to be in my circle.


From: Gary S. Gevisser []
Sent: 08 May 2005 23:01
Cc: rest; Eric Van Den Berg Esq. – Bell, Dewar & Hall; Nicholas Oppenheimer – DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC];
Subject: FW: A Modern Fable






—–Original Message—–

From: Gary S. Gevisser

Sent: Sunday, May 08, 2005 1:49 PM
To: John K. Pollard Jr.
Cc: rest; Peter Evans -Author of NEMESIS, c/o Harper Collins; Mark Francisco
Subject: RE: A Modern Fable


Ok, so you want to hear the rest of the “donkey” story my extraordinary Royal Mater wrote in November 1968 following the wedding of Ari Socrates Onassis to Jacqueline “Clap” Kennedy on October 20th 1968 where according to the newspaper story contained in the “extra”” hyperlink Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman was tasked by Ari with “protecting” the former First Lady of the United States, may the Good, Almighty SMART G-D continue to bless us with the presence and wisdom of our great President, the most honorable George W. Bush and his incredibly sexy and so smart choice wife Laura, bearing in mind how my mother without being so stupid to tell me “what to do and how to do it” suggested going on 20 years ago how I could invest my hard earnedmonies without “blackening my hands by investing in “up and coming local artists” “although-ugh” [sic] Reg Gammon [in the background between Zena and me] was already close to death when I purchased his “blue donkey” anything but a masterpiece that increased significantly in value following his death, not to forget to join us at 2 PM PT as we cruise in the Mini Cooper Schecking out Delmartian artists part of the Mothers Day Weekend artist studio and garden tour, tickets available at the offtrack gallery in Leucadia at 914 north coast Highway 101, corner of Hwy 101 and “Lukadia” [sic] Blvd.







The magic air of the gods can make one hungry and on the way back to Athens we stopped at a small village to enjoy a baby lamb roasted on a slow spit. Excepting that the head had been previously removed (out of courtesy to me) the lamb was served split down the middle, lunch for two and washed down by a couple of glasses of Retina wine, we ate the lot! What did the Oracle say “Nothing in Excess”? Of course that can also mean Nothing (or) In Excess that is the story of Greece and the Greeks. Go buy yourself a taste of their “Donkey Summer”.

Pics Story Copyright Zena Gevisser. Nov. ’68.


Why “Donkey” summer? The Greeks have a word for everything. Picture that slow plodding much maligned donkey far in the rear, not expected and suddenly he’s there delivering the goods. When the European summer is over, almost gone and forgotten, September slips into October and November and still in Greece the sun is shedding warm rays insisting, like the donkey, that the end of summer can bring the best.

By courtesy of Aristotle Socrates Onassis, 119 South Africans and myself winged our way from Johannesburg to Greece in time to enjoy a few days of “donkey-summer”. The warm November days had nothing to envy of July and August. Blue skies competed with the beauty of the even bluer sea and as my countrymen toured Athens and the ancient sites of the Acropolis and Parthenon, within an hour or our plane touching down, I was on my way to Delphi.

Delphi-that pre-Christian holy citadel of man and home of the young god, Apollo.

To those uninitiated in Greek history and mythology the Oracle of Delphi may have no significance, however, there are few who are not familiar with the wise proverb emanating from pre-historic times; ‘Know Thyself’ ‘Waste Not Time’ ‘Nothing in Excess’. How and when the Oracle was founded is not know, one of the many legends is of a young shepherdess pasturing her goats who had gone into a cave from which vapours were pouring. She was almost overcome by the fumes and suddenly as if inspired by some divine power she uttered the first prophecy, which in time came true. At one time the Oracle was said to be owned by the god, Neptune but, it was Apollo’s arrival that heralded its riches.

Apollo was short of officials for his sacrificial temple at Delphi and one day meditating his problem he saw a fine ship. He quickly turned himself into a dolphin, swam out to the ship and towed it into the Gulf of Corinth, where, with the help of Zephyr (the west wind) he bought it into harbour.

Apollo transformed himself into a handsome young man and informing the men that they would never see their wives and families again he suggested that they join him and learn the ways of the immortals.

My mind was full of all these legends as my companion and I sped along the wide modern roads that lead from Athens to the southern slopes of Mount Parnassus. Suddenly to the North and East rising almost perpendicularly were the Phaedriade cliffs. I held my breath as the Cadillac in which I was traveling turned hairpin bend after hairpin bend. (I thanked heavens I was not in a bus, but, would have preferred the smallest Fiat!)  Passing through the town of Arachova, perched like an eagle’s eyrie, nothing had prepared me for the wild beauty and austere grandeur of the Sanctuary itself.

To greet me were the eagles, Zeus (Jupiter) eagles. Circling as in the past when Zeus set two eagles to fly round the earth, one to the East and one to the West to discover the centre. They met, and to all intents and remained at Delphi.

Befitting the home of the gods, the air was champagne quality. I climbed slowly and reverently towards the remains of the Temple of Apollo and the site of the Oracle. In my mind’s eye I could see the vapours rising from the now extinct cavity. The prophecies of Apollo were pronounced through the mouth of the priestess, who in the beginning was a young virgin. However, young virgins ran out of favour after rumours of an orgie with a young Egyptian and a woman over fifty was found to be more suitable!

There is no question of the Oracle of Delphi’s political, philosophical and religious significance to the then world. Great leaders and statesmen consulted and were influenced by the “phophecies” [sic]. Bringing gifts, they first had to bathe in the Castilian Springs below the temple site, before presenting their problem. Here is another name from the wealth of legend and myth.

Castalia was a beautiful young girl from Delphi with whom Apollo fell madly in love. She, being a virgin and knowing he was a god, frantically ran from him and climbed the sheerock of the Pheadriade Cliffs. Seeing she could not escape him, she threw herself off the cliff and fell dead near the spring which was then named after her.

Standing where the waters flowed I looked up at the menacing Pheadriade rocks and suddenly remembered the friend of my childhood, Aesop and his fables.

For Aesop’s fate was that of many believed to be sacrilegious and he was thrown off the cliffs down to the ground where I was now standing.

Many believe Delphi to be the precursors of such institutions as the United Nations Organizations and certainly some of the prophesies were just as ambiguous as the present day pronouncement: for instance when a king asked about a certain battle he wished to fight, came the answer, “If you cross water a kingdom will be lost”. The king thinking this meant his success attacked another country – he was then defeated, but the Oracle of Delphi had not been wrong! Or how about when asked if a child about to be born would be a boy or a girl, the priestess chewed her laurel leaves, went into a frenzy from the vapours and pronounced “Boy No Girl”, which if it were a boy had meant Boy-No Girl and if it had been a girl meant Boy No-Girl!

Thus were the early priests of the Temple of Apollo surely amongst the world’s greatest psychologists.

Little remains intact of the Sanctuary, but, in spite of the sacking of hundreds of statutes and works of art, by the Romans the museum is full of exciting archaeological finds, in particular the Charioteer, which is the finest bronze antiquity seen by modern man.


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—–Original Message—–
From: John K. Pollard Jr. []
Sent: Sunday, May 08, 2005 11:05 AM
To: RFagg
Subject: A Modern Fable

Years ago, a city boy, Kenny, moved to the country and bought a donkey

from an old farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey to him

the next day.

The next day the farmer drove up in his old truck and told Kenny, “Sorry,

son, but I have some bad news, your donkey died.”

Kenny replied, “Well then, just give me my money back.”

The farmer said, “Can’t do that.  I went and spent it already.”

Kenny said, “OK then, just bring me the donkey.”

The farmer asked, “What ya gonna do with a dead  donkey?”

Kenny, “I’m going to raffle him off.”

The farmer said, “You can’t raffle off a dead donkey!”

Kenny said, “Sure I can.  Watch me.  I just won’t tell anybody he’s dead.”

A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked, “So, what happened with the dead donkey?”

Kenny said, “I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at $2 a piece and made a profit of $898.00.”

The farmer said, “Didn’t anyone complain?”

Kenny replied, “Just the guy who won.” So I gave him his $2 back.”

Kenny grew up and eventually became, the chairman of Enron

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