Coming from an 'under-achieving' immediate family

From: Gary S Gevisser
Sent: Sunday, January 11, 2009 3:38 PM PT
To: Dr. Barry Molk MD.
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Subject: Coming from an ‘under-achieving’ immediate family

Dear cousin Barry,

I have a little “mopping up” to do here at the Stone Home

following the spring fresh water that comes from the 300 foot deep well, that was in a plastic containing just falling into the sink but in the process dumped a whole bunch of water on to the kitchen floor that I had just cleaned; obviously not as well as I could have.

I also have to head back to Alpine because I want to get fresh vegetables to see me through Wednesday afternoon when I have a sunset date with my French-Canadian wife over at the art gallery-studio cliff, and who I haven’t spoken to in some 24 hours; not to mention sex, not strike that; but it has been 5 days I think since we last visited.

Then I still want to get a late afternoon mountain bike ride, and even though the days are getting longer, there is still a light issue and the trails I go on, no matter that I wear a very powerful helmet mounted light is just not worth the risk; the rocks, no the large rocks of Noble Canyon are most unforgiving.

After dinner this evening I plan to post this communiqué in its entirety, along with edits of course, on your Facebook “wall”.

You of course have the prerogative to “refuse” me entry altogether by simply deleting me as one of your friends.

I think, though, that you should at least show me the courtesy of explaining why, along with why you would delete me when accepting me in the first place and knowing, “what I am all about.”

Furthermore, you should not only look at all the “good” I am doing in flushing out all the worthless hypocrites, who want it all to nothing, but how well the hard working, mostly honest people of the world are responding so positively, beginning by allowing me to post up on their “walls” these most important truths.

You should by now be aware that I am moving rather fast, bringing “up to speed” a whole lot more people than the “friends” and “friends of friends” you see on my Facebook account without however, losing sight of this “nothing to speak of” Israeli, very possibly an ex-South African who wrote me a whole bunch of stuff yesterday as well as on Friday that said very little apart from the following at the tail end of his diatribe:

Coming from an ‘under-achieving’ immediate family, has made you determined to tackle anyone successful..this is what I think. The good name Mark and David Gevisser have upheld…you have sallied!

This individual uses two email addresses: dogday1@walla.com and smegma0@walla.com.

He, I assume from the tone is a male, only “revealed” his “true colors” after I had caught him with his “pants down”.

You will first of all notice how very “short” in the “detail” he is with my “huge credibility” beginning with me being the “ultimate insider” at the very highest levels of the mafia monopoly, De Beers-Anglo American Corporation [DAAC], the cartel of cartels, the money launderers of money launderers, the special interest group of special interest group who have had no difficulty in buying the silence of all those beginning with Roman Catholic Senator Ted Kennedy, former President Lyndon Johnson and Vice President Humphrey as well as others who did not attend the church funeral of virulent anti-Semite, monopolist of monopolist, Roman Catholic American-German Charles W. Engelhard, held at St. Mary’s Abby Church, Morris Town, two words, New Jersey.

I believe I blind copied you on that correspondence with this IT, but if you didn’t receive it and are interested, let me know and I will forward you a copy.

I dont believe there is a single member of my immediate family including my “easy-go-lucky” father who has always just “wanted to please everyone and ends up pleasing no one” who didn’t see “red” when reading those extraordinarily “revealing words” of someone EXTRAORDINARILY well informed about the most CLOSELY GUARDED secrets of the Gevisser-Moshal-Molk families.

By a process of elimination all of us, including your late mom, know that he was only referring to my dad Bernie, who besides for “just going with the wind”, and long before all four of us Gevissers were all born, just couldn’t help himself as he “loved and adored you”, always feeling the need to be picking you up and putting you on his very strong shoulders.

This photo of you below

is one of my favorites of all time, in part because it shows my grandmother Rachelle Ash who is looking through the window of the automobile door with the license number ND 804, happy.

You also most likely know that my grandma Raye of Hasholom “worshipped the ground” my father Bernie walked on.

I dont have another photo of my grandma Raye looking happy and my last recollection of her before I saw her lying in a hospital bed that I think was Parklands where I was born, but I could be easily wrong, just moments before she passed away, and my mom was distraught, was at a Friday night dinner at our last home in Durban, 50 Bowes Lyon Avenue where my mothers most beautiful models wouldn’t think twice about swimming “cold chat” i.e. in their birthday suits in our heated pool located in the backyard which was the perfect setting for the Hackner boys, Mark, Sam as well as their gay sister Susan to use their father, Gerald’s powerful binoculars, and we were in the middle of the Sabbath dinner rituals that called for there to be silence between the prayer for wine and the eating of the Challah that also required its own prayer.

I dont remember all the details but I assume that my grandmother “spoke out of turn” and my mother “reprimanded” her just like my mom Zena would have done to any of us kids had we been so “undisciplined” and disrespectful, mostly of our mom’s wishes since none of us, at least to the best of my knowledge had a direct connection with God, at
least not yet; moreover, since our mother was so “spot on” with everything else going on in our very busy lives when mostly letting us know that she was “training” us “live out of South Africa”, whatever that meant, we had no reason to question her belief as well as “Trust in God”.

BTW when I first saw American currency with the words, “IN GOD WE TRUST”, I wasn’t in the least bit “naïve” given how not only had I completed a B.COMM Degree at the University of Natal-Kwazulu, South Africa, but I was capable of a whole lot more than walking into the Zurich, Switzerland office of our very private Swiss banker Mr. Jost, and asking him if he had any pocket change to spare.

In the late 1960s, before I got Barmitvahed on April 25th, 1970, age 13, just in case you had forgotten, my Grandma Raye was not, however, a child, but nor was she senile; and after she, who was a little overweight and suffering from diabetes which I believe she already had when my mom was born which is why Zena who was “born to perform” weighed a whopping 13 pounds at birth, my so very slow to anger and most aware grandmother blurted out loud, “You are a hypocrite!!”; and the next thing I remember is my mother brushing past my grandmother who was standing at the one head of the large dining room table which I currently have in storage here in San Diego, rushed into the kitchen and busied herself with the 3 staff who didn’t need her help but courteously allowed my mother to gather her tits,

no strike that, her wits, as she “mixed in”.

My dad Bernie would often use the expression, “You shouldn’t mix in!”.

Now for all I knew each member and former staff member of my immediate family were members of what I refer to as Deep Underground Jewish Underground.

I am a little distracted right now because I have started broadcasting a series of dialogues I have going with “sum” [sic] of my new Facebook friends beginning with David Altman who is quite the entrepreneur.

Back in 1995 he had me fly out to South Africa to assist him with his international trade show company, Made In USA Inc. that had got itself into “hot waters” although “sum” [sic] of us English would say, “a bit of a sticky wicket”.

David has YET to comply with a request I made, and I assume you have yet to become one of his friends, to arrange in order of beauty which female friends of his would be the best to pose nude for Marie, who most likely wouldn’t be in the least bit amused by these “antics” and would simply say, “Have you got nothing better to do with your time; why don’t you go for a run?”

One of the things I find the most difficult in dealing with my highly literate and super bright French-Canadian wife is that she is never satisfied when dealing with me to wait for me to answer the first question before moving on to the next and when I go back to the first question first, she invariably says, “You are taking too long!!” or “Just answer the question!!” or “So you don’t want to answer the question!!”.

I put it down to all the abuse from living for a decade in The Sperm’s Donor’s household.

And of course were it not for The IT I wouldn’t be married to the greatest gift a human being, let alone a male could ever dream of.

Lets all together thank God for no longer practicing pathologist Dr. John BIG Ben Stewart MD having the most horrible eyesight imaginable.

BTW, David Altman previously ran a successful model agency which didn’t prevent him from sleeping with the very best of the world’s best models who thought that David’s very “ugly” looks made him not only the best looking man in the world but undoubtedly the sexiest, and it wouldn’t have surprised me in the least if David had before going to bed and when immediately getting up in the morning stuck needles into his mouth so as to contort his face that much more.

Continuing…