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From: Gary S Gevisser []
Sent: Wednesday, January 28, 2009 5:30 PM PT
To: Leutenant William Kemery – San Diego Sheriffs Department Internal Affairs Unit
Cc: rest; US Attorney Patrick J. Fitzgerald – US Department of Justice – Office of Special Counsel – prosecuted case against Scooter Libby, Chief of Staff to former VP Cheney, Attorney of Clinton Pardoned, Marc “Trading with the enemy” Rich ; FBI;; Jeffrey R. Krinsk – Finkelstein & Krinsk; William S. Lerach Esq. – Chairman of the Firm; Deborah “Aggressive-Billions Nazi Slave Wage” Sturman Esq.;; The Cow who shoots poison tipped arrows for BIG BEN aka former practicing pathologist Dr. John Ben Stewart MD. aka The IT aka The Sperm Donor aka The Slimeball of Slimeballs; Roger W. Robinson – aka “Our Man Roger” – co-founder of PSSI – Former Chairman and Vice Chairman, U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission-Protege of senior DAAC operative David Rockefellar – Chairman of J.P. Morgan-Chase Manhattan Bank; King Golden Jr. Esq. – former General Counsel of Science Applications International Corporation – left wing University of Virginia Law School graduate – “bosom buddy” of right wing senior National Security Council member, Roger W. Robinson ; Jason Ritchie – Honored US Navy submarine Sonar Operator with Top Secret Clearance; Jay McMichael – CNN photojournalist; Devin Standard; Mossad; George Hurst Esq. – Lawyer-liar for Dr. John Ben Stewart aka Sperm Donor;; Dr. John K. Pollard –;; Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss; Rabbi Caspers Funnye – Close relation of First Lady Michelle Obama; Rabbi Ezaqui – Chabad, La Jolla, California; Rabbi Menachem Creditor; Rabbi Berk – Congregation Beth Israel, San Diego; Jeffrey R. Krinsk – Finkelstein & Krinsk;; Judy Montagu – Letters Editor – The Jerusalem Post; Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss;; Office of the Israeli Defense Department Attache – Israeli Embassy Washington DC.;
Subject: Spanky – Do you think it is just what Israel did to the Palestinians – Rick McMann – car license plate 4BV216 – Large White 4 door SUV – MAC

Dear Leutenant Kemery,

Once again, our Supernatural Being decided to show His-Her presence by seeing how I would “address” another “negative attention” seeker.

At approximately 11:42 this morning Rick McMann aka “The Lakeside Man”, who I understand is no “stranger” to local law enforcement and who Rick maintains is more corrupt than him, drove up to our Stone home/cabin where the sun is now setting on this most perfect mountain bike riding day, and blew his horn.

I went outside in my tight shorts that I sometimes wear underneath my riding shorts, and covering my torso and upper limbs, a relatively thin long sleeve cashmere sweater, making Rick aware that while I was unarmed, I hadn’t in the time we were last “face-to-face” back on October 29th, 2006, turned into a fast food junky; and worse yet are those fatsos who can’t get enough attention from those constantly telling them to go on diet that if they were to slim down would interfere with the so easy, so lethargic but great satisfaction they derive from the “negative attention” that mostly helps remind them why it is they hate themselves so very much which is usually because one or more family members beginning with those constantly telling them to go “go on diet” starting with their parents who don’t pay them enough attention which the “passive aggressive” parents most visibly demonstrate when deciding to have not just one more kid but not wait for stitches around the pubic area to fully heal before bringing on board yet another unwanted kid before the second kid is even out of diapers; then again I could be “all wrong” about the problems of the “first born”, because this is only my “observation” and I have yet to hear Dr. Laura and Co.’s take “on it”, not that I would ever again listen to word such a co-opted-corrupted person would utter.

Moreover, of course I wasn’t in the least bit afraid, not because I saw that Rick had an attractive woman smiling pleasantly in the passenger front seat and who was simply returning my happy smile, but rather because his 4 dogs, a new one to replace the one he maintains the FBI poisoned to death on the trails here in the Cleveland National Forest, were letting me know in their “own way” that Rick posed no threat.

As you know from the unofficial Police Report I sent you some 27 months ago, Sunday, October 29th, 2006 at 10:32 AM PT, to be very precise, [click hyperlink below], Rick and I had a “run in” along the dirt road nearby our cabin that morning; and just like today everything back then started out very friendly, but then and as now, Rick’s “Poverty of Thought” stricken personality changed in an instant, the moment he was no longer the “center of attention”.

BTW, there is a great poem my eldest brother who was our mother’s first born wrote about a “passive aggressive” kid who starts out as the “perfect child”, which you will find in Neil’s first poetry book, published in South Africa at the height of the CIA’s Apartheid Regime’s power, titled, “picking up the pieces of yourself”.

Then there is Neil’s “blank verse”

Do not protect your son
For the fate of all coals is the same.
Rather guide him
That he may fall gracefully.

There is absolutely no difference, in my humble but seasoned opinion as a rather excellent “observer”, between Rick, who barely scrapes by doing “odd jobs” which he, mostly a carpenter, cares not to define, and the big time totally worthless crooked medical practitioner, Dr. John BIG Ben “Accountability is not in my vocabulary” Stewart MD, who unlike Rick has never been arrested, despite The IT’s most extraordinarily transparent criminal conduct including using both the FBI and San Diego Police Department to commit more criminal crimes; although I only have it on Rick’s word that he is most familiar with the inside of the San Diego Sheriff’s Department’s patrol vehicles or should I say the hard metal roof top, as well as the inside of a jail.

Not to mention if Rick has a “rap sheet” could you please make it available to me.

To mention little of I covered a good chunk of all this in that 1,188 word missive to you, that included reference to “my immediate family’s ‘crown jewels’ that included access to the very powerful Hong Kong Chinese.”

As long as I am “up on my feet” with no more than sufficient “elbow room” I can in fact cover a “lot of ground”

while never thinking it is “cowardice” to use my “chicken legs” to run so that I can “live to fight another day”.

To mention in passing, as you must realize that I only have “chicken legs” when compared to superhuman, super sexy, super perfect shaped skier French-Canadian legs of my beyond belief athletic and so sensuous wife

with long muscled thighs to die for

have you yet read Hollywood blockbuster author, Edward Jay Epstein’s epic 1978 non-fiction novel, The Diamond Invention, detailing the devious nature of the mafia monopoly De Beers, which within 5 seconds of me in some 30 seconds completing spelling out for my highly AWARE mother Zena all that was missing in that most important Ch. 18, THE AMERICAN CONSPIRACY, Zena WARNED me in a most CLEAR and SHORT sentence, “Are you not concerned for your life!!”.

Not to mention, by now every member of not just the San Diego Sheriffs Department but every law enforcement offices in the country if not the entire would should understand perfectly well the extraordinarily careful steps I then took
following this very last phone conversation I had with my “highly wired” mother back in late summer 2004, as I hastily “picked up the pace” in “lining up my ducks” before smacking the mafia monopoly De Beers “square between the eyes” with my bone chilling, brain numbing, most powerful shot imaginable across their bow, “Remember me!” that took place on 11.11.2004.

To mention little of its impact, in my humble opinion, a whole lot more effective than De Beers President Franklin D. Roosevelt “firing a shot across the bow” of David Ben Gurion when this soon to be executed United States President met on board the USS Quincy with King Ibn Saud of the House of Saud, Saudi Arabia

on February 14th, 1945, within days of the end of the atrocity of the Yalta Conference that began on Feb. 4th, some 2 days following the Russian Red Army, not American GI’s liberating the death camp of Auschwitz.

To mention in passing as you understand perfectly well what it meant to Ben Gurion and Co. when less than two months later, April 5th, 1945, Roosevelt followed up such an atrocity with the “warmest and fuzzy” letter to King Ibn Saud that 7 days later Roosevelt was dead, you also understand perfectly well that the Jewish Underground that included of course Jewish as well as non-Jewish very high ranking members of both the British and American military who were outraged from even before the atrocity of the British-American White Papers of February 1945 that bottlenecked Jewish immigration to Jewish Palestine to some 10,000 Jewish people PER YEAR while Auschwitz alone was gearing to executed some 10,000 mostly Jewish people PER DAY, that there was no fricken need to send eyewitnesses in to the death camps to find out what was happening given how the biggest nincompoop schooled at the two dumbest “fcuk” [sic] schools I know of here, namely Crest Canyon high school and Torrey Pines High school, could tell you how large an operation Auschwitz would have needed to be if they were only housing slave wage earners.

Go ahead and just ask yourself if you were smoking your pipe in the San Diego Yacht Club while warming up the best brandy that money could buy, and I am talking about right now, not some 7 odd decades ago, would the thought have ever occurred to you were I not mentioning it right now, to give thought to the logistics of 10,000 human beings each and every day 7 days a week been trained in to just one location that may not have even been any bigger than the size of a super bowl size football stadiums and sure include in your computation of such a “disappearing act” the parking lot and mobile peepee places, Spankys I believe is the name.

So much for when I see the words written on rather intimidating police vehicles, “Protect and serve” who exactly; apart from mostly criminals who have figured out a way to “steal legally” which they think makes them smart and they look down on the poor as being stupid?

There is good reason why I “harp” on my “born to perform” mother who was raised by her pogrom orphaned paternal grandmother Nechie Becker Badash who back on May 30th, 1929 when my mother was born may have been the only person in the world alive who had survived a pogrom; bearing in mind that, I for one, have never heard of a single human being ever surviving such massacres of exclusively Jewish people going back some 6 decades before Auschwitz, apart from of course the mother of my equally highly secretive maternal grandfather Alef-Albert Badash-Ash who in September 1941 when still age 41 and well on his way to being one of the cash richest, if not the cash richest person on the planet, changed his Jewish sounding name to make it the more Gentile, Al Ash.

Moreover, at the time Nechie was living in Tel-Aviv where the Mossad are headquartered and “saw fit” to return permanently to England where her “favored son” my granddad Al was born in Leeds, England on December 5th, 1899; and it was only in 1943 when age 69, did my brave as brave can be, great maternal grandmother pass away after falling down a flight of stairs in a boarding house in Leeds, England where she was convalescing after being run over by a car.

Furthermore, my highly literate and numbers brilliant mother who was now only 18 years of age but with the wisdom of Solomon, Plato and Aristotle all combined, after just arriving in Durban, South Africa just as Israel’s first war of survival, War of Independence [Nov. 1947 – Jan. 1949] was getting underway, “rapidly felt at home in Israel” upon hearing that her future father-in-law, my grandfather Israel Issy Gevisser owned priceless land in Haifa Harbor, Israel; and to top it off, “From the earliest days of 1949, [Zena] visited Israel two and three times a year, writing reports for different publications.”

And of course the most important question that begs to be asked is not so much why mother “bothered” with staying in South Africa for another 3 decades when soon after I left for the States in 1978, making England and Israel both her home, but why granddad Al made such an “abrupt” decision to follow in the footsteps of the 3rd Reich’s Southern Division aka the CIA’s South African Apartheid Regime which was led by German-American Charles W. Engelhard of Engelhard Minerals and Chemicals, Newark, New Jersey who began journeying to South Africa in the late 1940s before inheriting the title, The Platinum King when his father of the same name died in 1950?

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Not to mention how often my so non-repetitive mother would say, “I feel like a stranger in South Africa!”

Bear in mind that the “cover story” for my granddad Al who arrived in late 1947 with a cool one million English Pounds Sterling “in his back pocket”, was that he was looking to “retire” in a “warm climate” all year round as well as live in a country where there was a “bigger problem” than “People wanting to kill Jews”.

In the meantime it wasn’t long before my granddad Al was being photographed traveling not only all around South Africa but to most of the neighboring countries such as Mozambique and Zambia where those opposed to the United States of America’s 3rd Reich’s Southern Division were getting the very best of guerilla warfare training.

Not to mention that while my granddad Al Ash who never “mixed” with any members of Durban’s most hypocritical orthodox Jewish community led by my mother’s most trusted and loyal friend American trained South African Professor Rabbi Weiss who you see amongst those carbon copied, and mostly “kept to himself” living along with my grandmother Rachelle Ash in a most modest 1 bedroom apartment in a very middle class Bel-Air apartment complex overlooking Durban’s Snake Park that was located right on the sand of Durban’s north beaches that like the Durban’s south beach and in fact all of South Africa’s best beaches were off limits to all South Africans “of color” including Indians and Asians, which of course was rather “funny” and of course totally retarded, assuming you were raised in my mother’s household given how highly my mother thought of both the Chinese and Indians with their awesome ancient and art filled cultures.

To mention little of my mother who was loathe to “spoon feed” because she understood perfectly well that she and my father hadn’t raised dysfunctional children who rely on retarded public schools to be glorified babysitters, would, but only occasionally, remind me, “The Indian was cultured while the European walked around Europe in rags”.

To mention in passing, it also wasn’t long before my granddad Al Ash and his only and most loyal and so very aware wife Rachelle Pevy Badash-Ash were photographed back in cold climate England, first in April, 1951 and then again in June ,1954, during the botched Suzannah Operation where the lead Israeli military intelligence officer, Mr. Seidenberg who was responsible f
or organizing the logistics of this “false flag” most covert operation, all aimed at embarrassing the United States from leaving Egypt and then helping the CIA create more of a power vacuum, “turned”, most likely at the very start of the operation resulting in all the Israeli operatives besides for Seidenberg and perhaps one other “escaping”, getting caught, tortured and several later hung.

In due course when I post this missive on to my Daily Diary on I will include those 2 photographs showing not only Rachelle and Al Ash but the one taken in June 1954 in Leeds, England also tells you that my heavy, but light on her feet, world traveler mother was also in Leeds when not “visiting Israel two and three times a year, writing reports for different publications.”

Not to mention yet again that when my mother says in memoirs titled, “Life Story of Zena” that she was the “first civilian” allowed in to the captured territories of the Sinai following the brutal 1967 Six Day War, she meant that she was the “first civilian” allowed in to the captured territories of the Sinai.

To mention little of I am now trying to figure out a way to not spoon feed people who only know from spoon-feeding.

To mention in passing, do you think it is time that I paid more careful attention to my French-Canadian wife who says that I am wasting my time here in the United States trying to convince imbeciles that they are not imbeciles?

Most important about this interaction with Rick which obviously isn’t as invigorating as listening to the awesome Arroyo frogs at night interacting with one another, was what I could possibly have never learned from another single human being on the planet; not to mention Rick’s past use of highly toxic non-prescription drugs such as Meth obviously weren’t enough to counter his addiction to prescription drugs that contribute as well to his very short-fuse; but again I don’t consider Rick any more of a physical danger to me and/or my French-Canadian wife than The IT and his codependents, not to forget The IT’s Cow who has yet to follow up with her threatening emails of some 3 odd years back, this coming May.

Not to mention for the first time that the neatest is when a bigger animal passes by, there is this sudden silence and then just one frog starts “conversing” with another and within moments there is this eruption of party goers.

To mention little of The Cow’s best was the way she started out letting us know that she not only is allowed access to The IT’s email account but she pays attention to my writings; and moreover, she is not in the least bit offended by my referencing her boyfriend as, The Sperm Donor who has yet to marry her despite being given the “green light” by The IT’s “tTOo” [sic] multi-million dollar Trust-Hush-Fund kids who like The IT are constantly plotting when not calculating their next moves:

Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 7:24 PM,
Subject: Re: Prediscovery work for criminal as well as civil complaint against The Spe…

Fuck off Gary – this is not the sperm donor but Dawn. If you would like to confront me – be foolish enough to. I am about two feet taller than you and will chew you up and spit your stupid ass out. You have been sucking life off of everybody you latch onto you POS (piece of shit). Each day I pray Marie will get a voice from God to dump your stupid ass because she could do a lot better. What? The alimony and child support petering out you pathetic loser. John is an honorable man, has supported kids well, and you are just a lowly opportunist. Go to your hill in the mountains and talk to the animals. Now stop violating the restraining order before we get another one.

To mention in passing that you know The Cow aka Dawn who still works for criminal enterprise Milberg Weiss-Lerach whose two most important named partners, Melvyn Weiss Esq. and Bill Lerach Esq. are currently serving prison sentences, DARED not show her so very ugly face, fatso backside that only God knows how it remains so high up let alone attached to what exactly?; and those knock-knees to boot, in court back on October 24th, 2002; and yet this so foul mouthed bitch only has the word of the “liar pants on fire” The IT about what took place, beginning with very savvy white Superior Court Judge removing the Temporary Restraining Order on me that The IT had got back on 9/11/2002 when filing a baseless criminal complaint against me that he signed under oath, under penalty of perjury; and right before slapping The IT with a Permanent Restraining Order, Judge Hendrix in realizing how much more of a danger was The IT, mostly to my wife Marie Dion Gevisser who I had yet to marry, given how Judge Hendrix who had seen such “foul play” by an over controlling and poorly bred male, let alone a redneck who considers himself God because of his not exactly godly medical license to PRACTICE MEDICINE while stealing blind from the world’s poor who are not stupid just grossly misinformed, more than once in his courtroom, went to the extraordinary “safety measure” again knowing that he was coming down on the neck of The IT like a fricken ton of bricks, of granting Marie Dion Gevisser “legal possession” of my one high powered handgun that uses bullets not quite of the caliber that Israeli Special Forces commandos use when firing rather large rifles from distances well in excess of a mile and leaving a tennis ball size hole between the ears, so courteously allowing the listener not having to worry about hitting the “end” button, but sufficient to stop a human dead in their tracks where they to get within 30 meters of MDG who trust me wouldn’t hesitate to use such a weapon or even the high-gauge shotgun were The IT to ever again take one step on to our property.

The funniest though was Judge Hendrix just before guillotining The IT turned to Marie Dion Gevisser and me and pleaded with us to get married so as to mostly make his job a whole lot easier; and instead of us just saying “Yes”, my so very eloquent, so literate, so cute French accent in the most perfect English said, “No” which seemed to stun not only the Judge but everyone in the courtroom, apart from me of course who decided a whole long time before that behind that perfect body and most beautiful face was a most strong woman who simply got “conned” by a fast talking American redneck, medical doctor to boot.

So after exchanging pleasantries Rick asked me a very straightforward question without the slightest hint of anger and nor did he raise his voice one iota when asking, “Do you think it is just what Israel did to the Palestinians” and before I could answer Rick went on to say,

“I know whose side you are on, and you know I am on the side of the Palestinians who are being treated like caged animals”.

Suffice to say neither of us brought up the past how without striking Rick who has possibly a 6 inch height advantage over me plus the fact that he is possibly still one of the most athletic and strong muscled Americans I have ever met, ended up flat on his face on the dirt road with dirt all the way up both his nostrils, and when finally getting up thought the better of “trying his luck” again, as by this time I had positioned myself perfectly to turn Rick, who does have a genuine neck injury into either a quadriplegic or paraplegic, and nor was I about to give him any choice; deciding instead to have him blow off steam when starting a slow trot that wouldn’t have me losing any “competitive advantage” and within 50 meters I began setting a blistering pace which had Rick giving up entirely; and he new better than to try entering our Stone Home when he eventually arrived to get his beat up car as he knew I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment in killing him with 3 deadly shots, 2 to the head and one to the upper torso.

Not to mention, I remain in my humble
but seasoned opinion the most peaceful, most sensitive human being on the planet, despite the ugliness of this most violent world where the most violent have this rather thin façade of being so “civil”, so “peaceful” so wanting for everyone to just “get along” without of course wanting to deal with how much more violent the world would be if these so “civil” and so “thoughtful” people weren’t counting on their most bloody genocidal wars to keep their much better competition in killing fields, preferable far away on foreign lands – out of sight out of mind – which has them finding the time to make quick-witty conversation amongst airheads just like themselves, that they are being “humane” in bringing about quick deaths for the masses not “smart enough” to “steal legally” and stay out of the so contrived “economic draft”; and at the same time these God forsaken intellectual midgets are so “convincingly”, again only with those who agree with them, that such deaths and dismemberments keep the unemployment numbers “manageable”.

But nor am I stupid not to use my brain as well as my athleticism that I know will not last forever, to the very best of my ability so as to achieve my so easily attainable goal of giving peace a better chance; while knowing in the end God will decide everything including who amongst us are going to be “winners” and the rest all “losers” which I daresay is going to be the overwhelming majority of people I know.

Not to mention, I was well aware of the presence as well as discomfort felt by Rick’s lady friend who seemed to care a lot about Rick but again I was mostly taking my “bearings” from the sensitivity of Rick’s 4 dogs in the back who were starting to “play up” which distracted Rick enough to tell them to be quiet which also gave me time to “gather my thoughts” knowing that I was being “tested” to the Nth Degree by our Omnipotent One Power.

I said, “Would it make a difference if we could get the CIA to stop supplying Hamas with rockets that are reigning down on innocent Israeli civilians?”

Rick responded, “Of course we all know the CIA is behind everything; and Gary you know that I know this because of my own personal experiences. But we are not talking about the CIA, we are talking about Israel bombing the crap out of Palestinians who they treat as caged animals.”

I said, “Rick, why is it that we can’t focus on solving one problem that we know of, before going on to talk about all the fallout that comes from not solving that one problem of now Israel once again defends itself from CIA rocket attacks?”

Rick responded, “You are not answering my simple question of whether you think it is justified what Israel is doing to the Palestinians?”

For several seconds I remained speechless which didn’t help to calm Rick down before he began erupting and started shouting obscenities at me just like what The IT did on September 8th, 2002 outside his ex-wife’s former home at 13414 Barbados Way, Del Mar, California, when I refused to leave my new Mini Cooper S and engage this coward-bully of coward-bullies in a fist fight which resulted in The IT finally going to his big 3 story house that includes a closet of bedroom for his daughter within his master bedroom, and then 3 days later on 9/11/2002 deciding to it was “high time” to murder my very good name by filing a baseless criminal complaint against me suggestive of child rape.

Again, thank God for God.

Not to mention, the only thing remotely similar in terms of physical characteristics that Rick and The IT have in common is that we could all agree they both have one mouth, two ears, four limbs and a torso; and whereas Rick is also good looking, The IT is the ugliest as well as the oldest looking scumbag the Lord God blessed the entire world with The Its presence in order to make the very worst of the human beasts feel at least a little better about themselves, wouldn’t you agree?

Thank you for allowing me to blow off steam; and if necessary I will be able to identify Rick in a police lineout, the same with at least one of his dogs and his girlfriend; bearing in mind I never invited Rick on to our property here and he made it very clear as he angled his large SUV at my body when backing out knowing that I was going to have to step out of the way if I wanted to avoid getting hit by the front right, that he knew where to find me; the same of course applies to God as well as The IT and Co. who have much more to lose by me staying alive, fit and well versus Rick who if I had the time could help give peace a better chance versus The IT and Co. who understand perfectly well that if they so much as lift a finger to give peace a chance, in that very same instant their “gravy train” is negatively impacted.

Obviously I cannot “play God” in deciding who exactly is more of a physical threat to myself and my wife and our property; and fortunately our Maggie and Pypeetoe who both let us know that Rick deep down inside, is a most gentle soul, versus The IT, his Cow and The IT’s “tTOo” [sic] children given how both of our dogs couldn’t have been more perfectly clear with both their body language as well as their barking how much all 4 were so very detested.

BTW, have you had similar experiences with dogs or any other animals for that matter?

Standby for my ongoing “Intelligence Briefing” of President Obama that I plan to begin following tomorrow morning’s mountain bike ride.

Not to mention that in the event a rattler has forgotten to hibernate and decides it is time for me to be reunited with our Maggie and Pypeetoe who will lead me to our Maker who will undoubtedly answer all the very few remaining questions that include why it is taking so long to put each and every member of the clergy out of business by simply having them go silent as I first succeeded with our Rabbi Abner Weiss, my one American programmer, Adam L. Tucker would know to find such a “briefing” that is close to 12,000 words in the “draft” section of my Microsoft Outlook; and it wouldn’t take Adam but a few minutes to make the necessary edits before beginning the broadcast; bearing in mind that only those who have “hacked” in to my computer network would have seen such a draft.


Gary S. Gevisser

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