Pages Navigation Menu
Categories Navigation Menu

Perfect couple – Re: thank you

[WINNERS LIST]

From: GaryStevenGevisser <garystevengevisser>
Subject: Perfect couple – Re: thank you
Date: September 16, 2014 at 1:20:46 PM PDT
To: SAAF Squadron II Wing Commander Colin Sinclair + Natalie Sinclair
Cc: Tinus le Roux <wcmilling>

I include Tinus because I want to encourage dialogue amongst you, which does not mean I want to influence any criticism you may have towards me. While I have limited time to reach independent minded people, I am increasingly less concerned about time or for that matter anything else; moreover, I must encourage those who have the most care towards Smuts and who in just a matter of a few years will no longer be around to enlighten the children, and two of you look like the “perfect couple:

It helps a lot having both my parents’ good genes but it is our personality that we are born with which is unique to each of us which no human can influence, and that makes life interesting and worth living, unless you don’t always do the right thing and then you live with the unbearable regrets.

My personality which I do not take for granted because it obviously comes from an infinitely superior force that we humans can only imagine and then one does have to be smart which is not easy if you are constantly dealing with the short-circuits of the brain caused by lying one too many times, which is the first time, allows me to be less anxious than anyone I know, including my father who was the most “easy going” person I ever knew, despite the extraordinary jealousy leveled at him from “all quarters” and all his “enemies” members of the his immediate and extended family who had no military service to speak of during WW II or the wars that followed.

In my next response to Tinus who is my second to last Facebook “friend” I will cover the very few books I recommend everyone caring about the children, read.

Not to mention, Jim Winters, the son of Charles Winters, is now my 67th FB friend, and you could “bet the ranch” that it is not only my remaining 66 FB “friends” who have noticed.

The toughest read is Smuts’ Holism & Evolution, but once you put your mind to it, it won’t take you long to realize its extraordinary breakthrough in the thinking of the human that Smuts clearly figured could not be attributable to the human evolving without the guidance of a Supernatural Force. With that said, it wouldn’t surprise me if the moment you began reading Holism & Evolution, it begins instantly to transform your mind-body-personality.

The fact that Smuts would later comment that the book was not the masterpiece he had hoped for and wished he could find the time for a more refined edition, mostly shows his humbleness which comes from being extraordinarily accomplished.

At no time did Smuts ever show regrets about anything he did including not addressing the nonsense of media portraying him as not spending enough time in South Africa and his supporters never forgiving him for losing the General Election of 1948, because of this baseless assertion.

In my “blast broadcast” last evening, which demonstrates a number of things including my patience in responding to a most vicious allegation of defamation against a WW II American Fighter Pilot, I made reference to my earlier comment on Youtube where my eldest brother Neil had loaded up 3 months ago two videos taken at the launch of his nonsense, infantile, totally boring non-fiction-fiction book Tyranny of Trust. The “UNPROVEN ASSERTION” most likely explains the only reason they decided to come out with this book now, with its cover showing a big sparkling diamond held up by two red lips.

At first when rising this morning I thought Neil had removed what I had to say, but then it “miraculously” reappeared. I am asking everyone to make a “screen shot” of what I wrote in the event it is removed, and if you don’t know how, hold command control, shift and 3, I think, I have inserted it at the end of this piece.

It speaks for itself much like the photo of Nick Oppenheimer and Putin

taken in Cape Town on September 5, 2006, and this photo of photos does the perfect job of speaking for itself which is why there is no commentary and Nick O. makes a point of it being the only photo on his personal Wikipedia profile as well De Beers’ Wikipedia profile where it is easily lost to the poor observer; not to mention Harry’s only son was born on the same day my dad’s 50 year old mom passed away, June 8, 1945, a week shy of 2 months after dad completed his 71st mission and was given the heartbreaking news.

Im also attaching dad’s FINAL WILL of November 7, 2007 which had the rest of my immediate family “closing ranks” against me, but it took me spelling out my dad’s “precision bombing” before they woke up to the dreadful shock from which they will never be able to recover. Everyone knows that you can never tell the same lie twice, unless you are lying to a liar and then nothing bothers the liars who eventually run out of time trying to chase their tails and resign themselves to an endless life of misery in the company they most despise but from which they cannot escape, other to go solitary and be plagued by their history easily accessible thanks to the Internet, a godsend.

My dad who lived his life “not wanting to create waves” because he saw no good coming from people full of jealously which was pretty much everyone associated with hugely successful Moshal Gevisser, never brought up in his very brief will or the equally short codicil that he added on January 22, 2009, a spectacular “precision bombing” 141 odd word email I asked my French-Canadian wife Marie Dion to send my dad back on June 7, 2006 – CLICK HERE – and copy my three elder siblings as well as my brother-in-law David Danziger married to my sister Kathy-Louise in Melbourne where my dad had retired after working until 80 and he continued working in the outlet shop of my sister and her husband’s trading company. I also had Marie throw in in the cc section a very bright African American Devin Standard who I had appointed as the executor of my estate. Devin Devin had met my dad who didn’t think all that much of Devin, but as was customary with my very excellent “filter” dad, he kept those negative thoughts to himself, but of course if one asked my dad his opinion he would give it “spot on”; hence why Devin, while still one of my few FB friends, is not executor of my estate which is most certainly not at the present time “cash rich”, and all my intellectual property belongs to Marie Dion to do with as she deems fit, and if that means burning everything and letting my websites lapse, that would be perfectly fine with me given how we have accomplished the most important goal which is each of us independently figuring out that there is this mind-boggling Force which makes life both interesting and out of this world spectacular, but you have to be an “active player” to reap the rewards, otherwise life is a total drag.

That codicil which had absolutely nothing of importance to say, confirmed that much more the mindfulness of my father 442 days prior, given how such a lapse of time would have allowed my very calm and deliberate dad plenty of time to “cool off”, but of course his point with the codicil was to emphasize that much more the importance of his opening paragraph after the perfunctory “legalese” introduction, where he immediately dove in with his guns blazing and scoring a direct hit, “suddenly terminated”, which my “space cadet” siblings didnt know what hit them, which my very good read of people father knew would be the case, but he had not forgotten that 74 weeks before my and my wife’s “lead in bombing run” which all 3 of them as well as David Danziger had simply “blown off” thinking that my father’s silence meant that he approved of their lack of righteousness.

People who are all about money only care about other people who are all about money which is why one finds so very few genuinely caring people, and yet the human cell structure is ingeniously designed to care for the health of all the body parts including the impossible to identify mind that governs every aspect of our being.

David Danziger is not the best looking man in the world because he is rather ugly, awkwardly tall and totally non-athletic but he is seen as “beautiful” to the “money me” because he is a relatively successful trader with a multi-million estate which he has all thanks to me giving him the “heads up” right before his South African partners including his Jewish partners planned to screw him royally, which of course my father who had the memory of an elephant never forgot.

That final addendum to his will took place just 3 months before the death of his first cousin David Gevisser who never even mentions in his 2006 autobiography THE UNLIKELY FORESTER that my dad served in WW II, at the same time my “lucky uncle” Dave who the year before at age 79 received from Oxford University a Masters of Studies in Historical Research all about the years leading up to WW II, goes on ad-nausea about his own poor civilian pilot skills, making out like he was this self-depreciating industrialist, albeit this “male heir” of the American Engelhard Jr. who was the pillar of the South African Apartheid Regime, shows that both he and his favorite uncle, Sol “The Little King” Moshal, the managing director of Moshal Gevisser, were business person’s backsides, and which all those impressed with D. Gevisser’s financial wealth never even picked up, and that of course includes all members of my immediate family, with my wonderful father being the only exception.

The collapse of Moshal Gevisser which eventually led to front-person, and rather obscure and unknown, now pretty high up on the Forbes list of billionaires, Natie Kirsh simply “asset stripping” what little remained, was a long time in the works. Engelhard Jr., known since he inherited in 1950 from his father of the same name, Engelhard Minerals & Chemicals Corporation as The Platinum King and “The Little King” had more in common than having no male children; they hated most of all accomplished Fighter-Bomber-Pilots who also happened to attract the best looking women, especially those handsome like dad and his wing commander Colin Sinclair.

Accomplished people only start a task knowing that they will finish the job, which is helped to be done right because they have the mindset of “no excuses”; but if they don’t take care of themselves physically once their warrior days are behind them, they very quickly become “full of themselves” and lose all empathy for the “common man” especially the poor who they derive the most satisfaction in screwing over, because they are “easy targets”.

Everyone who knew my dad had a good sense that it was not all “luck” that got him into SAAF Squadron 101, when simply seeing that he was constantly on his feet and moving fast even when he was back at Moshal Gevisser’s headquarters at 173 Maydon Road, which I visited back in March for the first time since Kirsh “closed shop” in 1970, after both flying and driving to all the branches to make sure that when a customer walked in they would be greeted by a facility that looked good enough to “house a king”.

The best way to observe my dad’s extraordinary attention to detail was how he went about packing all our suitcases on our many trips overseas.

Our heavy duty plenty of wig containers

world traveler mother Zena never once even thought about packing her own bag as she would remind us all constantly, “Your father is the best packer in the world” and he was. As the years went by and my dad travelled to visit with us all, spread throughout the world, as often as he could afford, he would only travel with the smallest of suitcases, and yet this most proud man always looked as sharp as he was in his SAAF uniform.

My dad knew that anyone who wished him ill will would do everything within their power to screw him over because they also knew that you could never get such an accomplished man, at such an early age, to not do the right thing, let alone kick someone when they are down, which of course my dad recognized was being done to all the non-whites of South Africa, the same with his equally enlightened father and mother who D. Gevisser thought nothing of taking “pot shots” at Kate Gevisser in his disgusting memoir and knowing that there would be no one to defend her, as my dad had become, with the loss of income from Cape Town property that much more dependent on the “good graces” of David Danziger who had a lot to thank my dad for; besides for schlepping the money out of South Africa, my dad gave their daughter Debra whatever humanity she once had.

When jealous of anyone, whether it be the 10 million indigenous American Indians who were physically strong and attractive or the best of the Black Africans shipped as slaves to the civilized world, you start out with name calling and it does not take long to having the “savages” label” placed above the mantlepiece displaying the scalps.

Can you believe they all called my dad “lazy and unambitious”?

They were talking about my father, who didn’t have a lazy bone in any part of his very strong body-mind.

Of course I had the final word when in early 1980 – just before I was informed by DeBeers that my “services would no longer be needed” once I had returned to South Africa for medical treatment after my liver had been poisoned working on 47th Street, New York City – for the first and last time I sat down with the Little King at his home in Durban that is now occupied by the only son of Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus who was the principal “Jewish Kapo-sellout” who ran roughshod over the headmasters and teachers at our Jewish day school Carmel College when not also promoting the insanely untrue mantra, “IF THERE WAS NOT A BLACK PROBLEM IN SOUTH AFRICA, THERE WOULD BE A JEWISH PROBLEM”. My dad had picked me up late morning from Alan and Jean Benn’s wonderful open space and great light house, and now in total disrepair which should be a warning sign to the rich and their mansions all over the world, just down the road from the Little King where I had been staying for several months because our close relation Dr. Michael G. Moshal MD – CLICK HERE

had taken me “under his care” and both of us knowing even before I was “terminated” with no reasons given, that there was likely something very stinky going on, which the termination “without cause” or caring for my wellbeing once I returned to SA in early September 1979, simply confirmed.

Once late morning tea and biscuits had been served and the Little King blurted out, “What’s so great about them Yanks!” which was not designed for me to give him a history lesson about America’s poor history treatment of the majority peoples that now has them so eager to protect the minority rights of the native Americans on reservations where they drink themselves to death at the same time play a key role in the promotion of the diamond-US Dollar currency, I then slowly walked over to his lounge chair, knelt down so that we are at eye level, and calmly stated, “When you are dead, I am going to return to Durban and piss on your grave!” and before I got up I returned to his hand the teacup saucer that I caught with my left hand which is my best throwing hand, although I am ambidextrous.

Later I found out from my close colleague Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. that taking a leak on a grave is a sign of respect; so I didn’t bother.

Had my dad not been an accomplished Fighter Bomber Pilot and good-looking to boot which made his niceness that much nicer, I wouldn’t be here telling this most uplifting story because D. Gevisser and The Little King wouldn’t have conspired with Engelhard Jr. and his partner Harry Oppenheimer to destroy Moshal Gevisser thus preventing my dad and his children from “running the show” once my grandfather Issy passed on.

In other words we wouldn’t know the deep depravity of the human condition which is there to contrast all the inexplicable beauty of nature, and those very few good human souls equally protected by this one most amazing force.

Time to get on with the rest of my day.

Stay young, keep thinking the way you were at 18, and you will find the fountain of youth without having to look very far.

Gg

GG’S Posting on Youtube – The Tyranny Of Trust Book Launch Speech – CLICK HERE

Neil, ever since I came across this video posting of yours, soon after you uploaded it more than 3 months ago, I’ve been looking to see the public reaction of your friends starting with those who attended the launch in London including Dire Straits bass guitarist Illsley who in the still photo of the two of you contrasts sharply with you overcompensating.

On or around July 26, seeing that there was little to no positive reaction, but you still wanting to promote your fiction-non-fiction book that you have told everyone was 42 years in the making, even though someone like mom with her eyes closed could have done it in less than a day, and for the rest including you, no more than a weekend, I posted both videos up under your bio on my all about the truth 2facetruth.com website and included a counter.

Currently you show 64 views and I probably account for about a dozen and I also suspect some of my audience have come to check it out for themselves on Youtube; and so far just one “thumbs up”; your second video with you reading a chapter has 67 views and 1 “thumbs up”

On the other hand your 2facetruth.com bio page shows 345 views.

I could ask for a cut of the revenue, but that is not my point.

The reason you say the story is complex is because it looks like it has been written by 3 boring writers with 3 separate agendas.

Mom showed her displeasure by quickly turning her beaming smile to gritting her teeth, and if she wasn’t aware of that bored to death male standing behind you and the camera catching every detail including Alan when putting down the two dogs saying in not so many words, “It is time to go”, it was only because she singularly focused on trying to tell you something, but you weren’t listening.

You had over rehearsed and decided that you could ad-lib; but you are not Bruce Willis. He is a paid studied actor.

Not getting the “full approval” of mum is important and it had to be disheartening to you as well.

Why didn’t you at least have someone edit out that male who looked like he was ready to climb the wall?

It does not show that any of you are really in touch, and you surely cannot blame me, or is in fact all because of me so eloquently connecting the dots between now and then?.

The question anyone who is aware of how you have all been hiding and especially so once you got your heads around dad’s ingenious, precision bombing FINAL WILL that he drafted and had witnessed nearly 5 years before his passing on August 27, 2012, is why now?

Why the push to help market diamonds but in the most insidious manner?

I know you well enough that it is not possible that your came up with the words, “UNPROVEN ASSERTION” when going into the most extraordinary detail of The Diamond Invention book.

That is mom, “through and through”.

None of you had a clue about the diamond invention until I began to speak out against my former employer De Beers on 11.11.2004 when I broke my 24 year silence with the precision wording, “Remember me?”

It shows that you have read this most important nonfiction book which identifies all the winners and losers of The Diamond Invention that was very much dependent upon the success of the South African Apartheid Regime who in all your previous writings and poetry you failed to address the so common sense reality that it was the South African mining houses led by my former employer, Engelhard-De Beers-Anglo American Corporation, the principal beneficiaries of our Jewish Holocaust and all the subsequent Holocausts that continue at a feverish pace though out the world and in particular mineral rich Africa, who backed 100% the South African Apartheid Regime.

The fact that other more celebrated authors like South African Alan Paton also knew perfectly well who “buttered his bread” does not place you and those pulling your strings in great company.

The idea that your protagonist is a member of the Armed Wing of the ANC, Umkhonto, is beyond belief.

All of you have read and are intimately familiar with the “male heir” of American-German SOUTH AFRICAN INVADER, virulent anti-Israel/anti-Semitic Charles “The Platinum King” Engelhard Jr., our “lucky uncle” David Gevisser’s 2006 memoir, THE UNLIKELY FORESTER that is accessible under his bio on 2facetruth.com, and where this wretched bastard details, and at the same time incriminates himself and all those currying favor with him, the torture murder of my classmate and our close cousin Sandra Moshal Jacobson [1957-1997], which uncle Dave leaves nothing to the imagination in stating that his information sources told him that Sandra’s murderers were fellow members of Umkhonto who “bore a grudge” dating back to the years of the struggle that were supposed to have ended 3 years earlier when puppet Nelson Mandela was brought to power.

Sandra was a real life “hit woman” for the ANC who principal target would have been Charles W. Engelhard Jr., other than Engelhard Jr. and his German-South African partner Harry Oppenheimer had their operatives including the CIA fully infiltrating the ANC as early as 1944 when Mandela joined them and relying on his law studies that there was justice, without having the mental capacity to realize that it is only justice for the barbarous, butcher rich.

You couldn’t have the very good Gevisser name and think that Harry Oppenheimer would leave it to an underling to oversee my year long “interviewing process” before I officially joined De Beers in early spring 1979 just as they were completing wiping out all the resisting Israeli diamond merchants thanks to Oppenheimer’s board control of Barclays Bank and their Israeli banking affiliates.

There is also a good reason why I am the only Gevisser who was ever afforded an opportunity to sit for the rather exhaustive mental gymnastic “entrance exams” because I nice, polite and bright and I showed with my B.COMM degree that I was interested in money.

Shame on you all for throwing Sandra Moshal Jacobson under the bus.

She was brave, courageous and not a talker or a poet, but she was of course “over her head”.

Since no one else gives a rat’s ass about her legacy, why shouldn’t I be the first.

It is you all who have decided to make this all a very public affair.

Let the public now decide which of us has the convincing arguments and once I shut you all up good and proper then will the world begin to experience everlasting peace and prosperity.

Another option is put your egos aside and join me.

I have already won because I have truth-G-d-logic at my side constantly. What more could any human ask for?

[Word count 4058]

On Sep 16, 2014, at 5:23 AM, Sinclair wrote:

Hi Gary just to let you know that I have received your emails (3) . Am looking forward to sitting down and taking time to read them properly. May only be in a day or two. But will be in touch.Colin sends regards – me too Natalie

dad’s will.pdf

Begin forwarded message:

From: GaryStevenGevisser <garystevengevisser>

Subject: Perfect couple – Re: thank you

Date: September 16, 2014 at 2:37:49 PM PDT

To: seze113dahu

[WINNERS LIST]

From: GaryStevenGevisser <garystevengevisser>
Subject: Perfect couple – Re: thank you
Date: September 16, 2014 at 1:20:46 PM PDT
To: SAAF Squadron II Wing Commander Colin Sinclair + Natalie Sinclair
Cc: Tinus le Roux <wcmilling>

I include Tinus because I want to encourage dialogue amongst you, which does not mean I want to influence any criticism you may have towards me. While I have limited time to reach independent minded people, I am increasingly less concerned about time or for that matter anything else; moreover, I must encourage those who have the most care towards Smuts and who in just a matter of a few years will no longer be around to enlighten the children, and two of you look like the “perfect couple:

It helps a lot having both my parents’ good genes but it is our personality that we are born with which is unique to each of us which no human can influence, and that makes life interesting and worth living, unless you don’t always do the right thing and then you live with the unbearable regrets.

My personality which I do not take for granted because it obviously comes from an infinitely superior force that we humans can only imagine and then one does have to be smart which is not easy if you are constantly dealing with the short-circuits of the brain caused by lying one too many times, which is the first time, allows me to be less anxious than anyone I know, including my father who was the most “easy going” person I ever knew, despite the extraordinary jealousy leveled at him from “all quarters” and all his “enemies” members of the his immediate and extended family who had no military service to speak of during WW II or the wars that followed.

In my next response to Tinus who is my second to last Facebook “friend” I will cover the very few books I recommend everyone caring about the children, read.

Not to mention, Jim Winters, the son of Charles Winters, is now my 67th FB friend, and you could “bet the ranch” that it is not only my remaining 66 FB “friends” who have noticed.

The toughest read is Smuts’ Holism & Evolution, but once you put your mind to it, it won’t take you long to realize its extraordinary breakthrough in the thinking of the human that Smuts clearly figured could not be attributable to the human evolving without the guidance of a Supernatural Force. With that said, it wouldn’t surprise me if the moment you began reading Holism & Evolution, it begins instantly to transform your mind-body-personality.

The fact that Smuts would later comment that the book was not the masterpiece he had hoped for and wished he could find the time for a more refined edition, mostly shows his humbleness which comes from being extraordinarily accomplished.

At no time did Smuts ever show regrets about anything he did including not addressing the nonsense of media portraying him as not spending enough time in South Africa and his supporters never forgiving him for losing the General Election of 1948, because of this baseless assertion.

In my “blast broadcast” last evening, which demonstrates a number of things including my patience in responding to a most vicious allegation of defamation against a WW II American Fighter Pilot, I made reference to my earlier comment on Youtube where my eldest brother Neil had loaded up 3 months ago two videos taken at the launch of his nonsense, infantile, totally boring non-fiction-fiction book Tyranny of Trust. The “UNPROVEN ASSERTION” most likely explains the only reason they decided to come out with this book now, with its cover showing a big sparkling diamond held up by two red lips.

At first when rising this morning I thought Neil had removed what I had to say, but then it “miraculously” reappeared. I am asking everyone to make a “screen shot” of what I wrote in the event it is removed, and if you don’t know how, hold command control, shift and 3, I think, I have inserted it at the end of this piece.

It speaks for itself much like the photo of Nick Oppenheimer and Putin

taken in Cape Town on September 5, 2006, and this photo of photos does the perfect job of speaking for itself which is why there is no commentary and Nick O. makes a point of it being the only photo on his personal Wikipedia profile as well De Beers’ Wikipedia profile where it is easily lost to the poor observer; not to mention Harry’s only son was born on the same day my dad’s 50 year old mom passed away, June 8, 1945, a week shy of 2 months after dad completed his 71st mission and was given the heartbreaking news.

Im also attaching dad’s FINAL WILL of November 7, 2007 which had the rest of my immediate family “closing ranks” against me, but it took me spelling out my dad’s “precision bombing” before they woke up to the dreadful shock from which they will never be able to recover. Everyone knows that you can never tell the same lie twice, unless you are lying to a liar and then nothing bothers the liars who eventually run out of time trying to chase their tails and resign themselves to an endless life of misery in the company they most despise but from which they cannot escape, other to go solitary and be plagued by their history easily accessible thanks to the Internet, a godsend.

My dad who lived his life “not wanting to create waves” because he saw no good coming from people full of jealously which was pretty much everyone associated with hugely successful Moshal Gevisser, never brought up in his very brief will or the equally short codicil that he added on January 22, 2009, a spectacular “precision bombing” 141 odd word email I asked my French-Canadian wife Marie Dion to send my dad back on June 7, 2006 – CLICK HERE – and copy my three elder siblings as well as my brother-in-law David Danziger married to my sister Kathy-Louise in Melbourne where my dad had retired after working until 80 and he continued working in the outlet shop of my sister and her husband’s trading company. I also had Marie throw in in the cc section a very bright African American Devin Standard who I had appointed as the executor of my estate. Devin Devin had met my dad who didn’t think all that much of Devin, but as was customary with my very excellent “filter” dad, he kept those negative thoughts to himself, but of course if one asked my dad his opinion he would give it “spot on”; hence why Devin, while still one of my few FB friends, is not executor of my estate which is most certainly not at the present time “cash rich”, and all my intellectual property belongs to Marie Dion to do with as she deems fit, and if that means burning everything and letting my websites lapse, that would be perfectly fine with me given how we have accomplished the most important goal which is each of us independently figuring out that there is this mind-boggling Force which makes life both interesting and out of this world spectacular, but you have to be an “active player” to reap the rewards, otherwise life is a total drag.

That codicil which had absolutely nothing of importance to say, confirmed that much more the mindfulness of my father 442 days prior, given how such a lapse of time would have allowed my very calm and deliberate dad plenty of time to “cool off”, but of course his point with the codicil was to emphasize that much more the importance of his opening paragraph after the perfunctory “legalese” introduction, where he immediately dove in with his guns blazing and scoring a direct hit, “suddenly terminated”, which my “space cadet” siblings didnt know what hit them, which my very good read of people father knew would be the case, but he had not forgotten that 74 weeks before my and my wife’s “lead in bombing run” which all 3 of them as well as David Danziger had simply “blown off” thinking that my father’s silence meant that he approved of their lack of righteousness.

People who are all about money only care about other people who are all about money which is why one finds so very few genuinely caring people, and yet the human cell structure is ingeniously designed to care for the health of all the body parts including the impossible to identify mind that governs every aspect of our being.

David Danziger is not the best looking man in the world because he is rather ugly, awkwardly tall and totally non-athletic but he is seen as “beautiful” to the “money me” because he is a relatively successful trader with a multi-million estate which he has all thanks to me giving him the “heads up” right before his South African partners including his Jewish partners planned to screw him royally, which of course my father who had the memory of an elephant never forgot.

That final addendum to his will took place just 3 months before the death of his first cousin David Gevisser who never even mentions in his 2006 autobiography THE UNLIKELY FORESTER that my dad served in WW II, at the same time my “lucky uncle” Dave who the year before at age 79 received from Oxford University a Masters of Studies in Historical Research all about the years leading up to WW II, goes on ad-nausea about his own poor civilian pilot skills, making out like he was this self-depreciating industrialist, albeit this “male heir” of the American Engelhard Jr. who was the pillar of the South African Apartheid Regime, shows that both he and his favorite uncle, Sol “The Little King” Moshal, the managing director of Moshal Gevisser, were business person’s backsides, and which all those impressed with D. Gevisser’s financial wealth never even picked up, and that of course includes all members of my immediate family, with my wonderful father being the only exception.

The collapse of Moshal Gevisser which eventually led to front-person, and rather obscure and unknown, now pretty high up on the Forbes list of billionaires, Natie Kirsh simply “asset stripping” what little remained, was a long time in the works. Engelhard Jr., known since he inherited in 1950 from his father of the same name, Engelhard Minerals & Chemicals Corporation as The Platinum King and “The Little King” had more in common than having no male children; they hated most of all accomplished Fighter-Bomber-Pilots who also happened to attract the best looking women, especially those handsome like dad and his wing commander Colin Sinclair.

Accomplished people only start a task knowing that they will finish the job, which is helped to be done right because they have the mindset of “no excuses”; but if they don’t take care of themselves physically once their warrior days are behind them, they very quickly become “full of themselves” and lose all empathy for the “common man” especially the poor who they derive the most satisfaction in screwing over, because they are “easy targets”.

Everyone who knew my dad had a good sense that it was not all “luck” that got him into SAAF Squadron 101, when simply seeing that he was constantly on his feet and moving fast even when he was back at Moshal Gevisser’s headquarters at 173 Maydon Road, which I visited back in March for the first time since Kirsh “closed shop” in 1970, after both flying and driving to all the branches to make sure that when a customer walked in they would be greeted by a facility that looked good enough to “house a king”.

The best way to observe my dad’s extraordinary attention to detail was how he went about packing all our suitcases on our many trips overseas.

Our heavy duty plenty of wig containers

world traveler mother Zena never once even thought about packing her own bag as she would remind us all constantly, “Your father is the best packer in the world” and he was. As the years went by and my dad travelled to visit with us all, spread throughout the world, as often as he could afford, he would only travel with the smallest of suitcases, and yet this most proud man always looked as sharp as he was in his SAAF uniform.

My dad knew that anyone who wished him ill will would do everything within their power to screw him over because they also knew that you could never get such an accomplished man, at such an early age, to not do the right thing, let alone kick someone when they are down, which of course my dad recognized was being done to all the non-whites of South Africa, the same with his equally enlightened father and mother who D. Gevisser thought nothing of taking “pot shots” at Kate Gevisser in his disgusting memoir and knowing that there would be no one to defend her, as my dad had become, with the loss of income from Cape Town property that much more dependent on the “good graces” of David Danziger who had a lot to thank my dad for; besides for schlepping the money out of South Africa, my dad gave their daughter Debra whatever humanity she once had.

When jealous of anyone, whether it be the 10 million indigenous American Indians who were physically strong and attractive or the best of the Black Africans shipped as slaves to the civilized world, you start out with name calling and it does not take long to having the “savages” label” placed above the mantlepiece displaying the scalps.

Can you believe they all called my dad “lazy and unambitious”?

They were talking about my father, who didn’t have a lazy bone in any part of his very strong body-mind.

Of course I had the final word when in early 1980 – just before I was informed by DeBeers that my “services would no longer be needed” once I had returned to South Africa for medical treatment after my liver had been poisoned working on 47th Street, New York City – for the first and last time I sat down with the Little King at his home in Durban that is now occupied by the only son of Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus who was the principal “Jewish Kapo-sellout” who ran roughshod over the headmasters and teachers at our Jewish day school Carmel College when not also promoting the insanely untrue mantra, “IF THERE WAS NOT A BLACK PROBLEM IN SOUTH AFRICA, THERE WOULD BE A JEWISH PROBLEM”. My dad had picked me up late morning from Alan and Jean Benn’s wonderful open space and great light house, and now in total disrepair which should be a warning sign to the rich and their mansions all over the world, just down the road from the Little King where I had been staying for several months because our close relation Dr. Michael G. Moshal MD – CLICK HERE – had taken me “under his care” and both of us knowing even before I was “terminated” with no reasons given, that there was likely something very stinky going on, which the termination “without cause” or caring for my wellbeing once I returned to SA in early September 1979, simply confirmed.

Once late morning tea and biscuits had been served and the Little King blurted out, “What’s so great about them Yanks!” which was not designed for me to give him a history lesson about America’s poor history treatment of the majority peoples that now has them so eager to protect the minority rights of the native Americans on reservations where they drink themselves to death at the same time play a key role in the promotion of the diamond-US Dollar currency, I then slowly walked over to his lounge chair, knelt down so that we are at eye level, and calmly stated, “When you are dead, I am going to return to Durban and piss on your grave!” and before I got up I returned to his hand the teacup saucer that I caught with my left hand which is my best throwing hand, although I am ambidextrous.

Later I found out from my close colleague Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. that taking a leak on a grave is a sign of respect; so I didn’t bother.

Had my dad not been an accomplished Fighter Bomber Pilot and good-looking to boot which made his niceness that much nicer, I wouldn’t be here telling this most uplifting story because D. Gevisser and The Little King wouldn’t have conspired with Engelhard Jr. and his partner Harry Oppenheimer to destroy Moshal Gevisser thus preventing my dad and his children from “running the show” once my grandfather Issy passed on.

In other words we wouldn’t know the deep depravity of the human condition which is there to contrast all the inexplicable beauty of nature, and those very few good human souls equally protected by this one most amazing force.

Time to get on with the rest of my day.

Stay young, keep thinking the way you were at 18, and you will find the fountain of youth without having to look very far.

Gg
GG’S Posting on Youtube – The Tyranny Of Trust Book Launch Speech – CLICK HERE

Neil, ever since I came across this video posting of yours, soon after you uploaded it more than 3 months ago, I’ve been looking to see the public reaction of your friends starting with those who attended the launch in London including Dire Straits bass guitarist Illsley who in the still photo of the two of you contrasts sharply with you overcompensating.

On or around July 26, seeing that there was little to no positive reaction, but you still wanting to promote your fiction-non-fiction book that you have told everyone was 42 years in the making, even though someone like mom with her eyes closed could have done it in less than a day, and for the rest including you, no more than a weekend, I posted both videos up under your bio on my all about the truth 2facetruth.com website and included a counter.

Currently you show 64 views and I probably account for about a dozen and I also suspect some of my audience have come to check it out for themselves on Youtube; and so far just one “thumbs up”; your second video with you reading a chapter has 67 views and 1 “thumbs up”

On the other hand your 2facetruth.com bio page shows 345 views.

I could ask for a cut of the revenue, but that is not my point.

The reason you say the story is complex is because it looks like it has been written by 3 boring writers with 3 separate agendas.

Mom showed her displeasure by quickly turning her beaming smile to gritting her teeth, and if she wasn’t aware of that bored to death male standing behind you and the camera catching every detail including Alan when putting down the two dogs saying in not so many words, “It is time to go”, it was only because she singularly focused on trying to tell you something, but you weren’t listening.

You had over rehearsed and decided that you could ad-lib; but you are not Bruce Willis. He is a paid studied actor.

Not getting the “full approval” of mum is important and it had to be disheartening to you as well.

Why didn’t you at least have someone edit out that male who looked like he was ready to climb the wall?

It does not show that any of you are really in touch, and you surely cannot blame me, or is in fact all because of me so eloquently connecting the dots between now and then?.

The question anyone who is aware of how you have all been hiding and especially so once you got your heads around dad’s ingenious, precision bombing FINAL WILL that he drafted and had witnessed nearly 5 years before his passing on August 27, 2012, is why now?

Why the push to help market diamonds but in the most insidious manner?

I know you well enough that it is not possible that your came up with the words, “UNPROVEN ASSERTION” when going into the most extraordinary detail of The Diamond Invention book.

That is mom, “through and through”.

None of you had a clue about the diamond invention until I began to speak out against my former employer De Beers on 11.11.2004 when I broke my 24 year silence with the precision wording, “Remember me?”

It shows that you have read this most important nonfiction book which identifies all the winners and losers of The Diamond Invention that was very much dependent upon the success of the South African Apartheid Regime who in all your previous writings and poetry you failed to address the so common sense reality that it was the South African mining houses led by my former employer, Engelhard-De Beers-Anglo American Corporation, the principal beneficiaries of our Jewish Holocaust and all the subsequent Holocausts that continue at a feverish pace though out the world and in particular mineral rich Africa, who backed 100% the South African Apartheid Regime.

The fact that other more celebrated authors like South African Alan Paton also knew perfectly well who “buttered his bread” does not place you and those pulling your strings in great company.

The idea that your protagonist is a member of the Armed Wing of the ANC, Umkhonto, is beyond belief.

All of you have read and are intimately familiar with the “male heir” of American-German SOUTH AFRICAN INVADER, virulent anti-Israel/anti-Semitic Charles “The Platinum King” Engelhard Jr., our “lucky uncle” David Gevisser’s 2006 memoir, THE UNLIKELY FORESTER that is accessible under his bio on 2facetruth.com, and where this wretched bastard details, and at the same time incriminates himself and all those currying favor with him, the torture murder of my classmate and our close cousin Sandra Moshal Jacobson [1957-1997], which uncle Dave leaves nothing to the imagination in stating that his information sources told him that Sandra’s murderers were fellow members of Umkhonto who “bore a grudge” dating back to the years of the struggle that were supposed to have ended 3 years earlier when puppet Nelson Mandela was brought to power.

Sandra was a real life “hit woman” for the ANC who principal target would have been Charles W. Engelhard Jr., other than Engelhard Jr. and his German-South African partner Harry Oppenheimer had their operatives including the CIA fully infiltrating the ANC as early as 1944 when Mandela joined them and relying on his law studies that there was justice, without having the mental capacity to realize that it is only justice for the barbarous, butcher rich.

You couldn’t have the very good Gevisser name and think that Harry Oppenheimer would leave it to an underling to oversee my year long “interviewing process” before I officially joined De Beers in early spring 1979 just as they were completing wiping out all the resisting Israeli diamond merchants thanks to Oppenheimer’s board control of Barclays Bank and their Israeli banking affiliates.

There is also a good reason why I am the only Gevisser who was ever afforded an opportunity to sit for the rather exhaustive mental gymnastic “entrance exams” because I nice, polite and bright and I showed with my B.COMM degree that I was interested in money.

Shame on you all for throwing Sandra Moshal Jacobson under the bus.

She was brave, courageous and not a talker or a poet, but she was of course “over her head”.

Since no one else gives a rat’s ass about her legacy, why shouldn’t I be the first.

It is you all who have decided to make this all a very public affair.

Let the public now decide which of us has the convincing arguments and once I shut you all up good and proper then will the world begin to experience everlasting peace and prosperity.

Another option is put your egos aside and join me.

I have already won because I have truth-G-d-logic at my side constantly. What more could any human ask for?

[Word count 4058]

On Sep 16, 2014, at 5:23 AM, Sinclair wrote:

Hi Gary just to let you know that I have received your emails (3) . Am looking forward to sitting down and taking time to read them properly. May only be in a day or two. But will be in touch.Colin sends regards – me too Natalie

dad’s will.pdf

4,830 total views, 9 views today

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Connect with Facebook