Kurt Gerwitz

Jeepers it’s been a while, sorry folks.

Mardi Gras was a blast! Raising money for De La Salle, having superfun dressed in costume, winning the costume contest, dancing are a recipe for fun! Then we went to New Orleans and Dad and I didn’t kill each other.

I have a partial understanding of a possible scenario of the apocalypse. Money will become more and more electronic. Investers will study the value of educating a child such as is done at De La Salle. Some formula will be devised that will prove investment in your neighbor’s education actually profits the individual (or community enough for government to intensify a focus on education.) Oh yeah, and this Pope, whom I love dearly, must pass on… see St. Germain’s papal profecy list.

Imagine trading poor folk’s futures like a stock exchange. It’s a stretch, I know.

This weeks signs of the apocalpse:

1) Matt Glover contacted me.
2) The pope is sick. Do you consider St. Germain’s list of popes valid? If so there are two more popes after this one.

More scandalous controversial conspiracies as they arise.

MP3 wish list:
“let’s go.” - ???
“soldier” - destiny’s child

I bought clothes from Old Navy and used a Verizon wireless phone. When I was done with the phone, I quit using it and quit paying. The bastards racked up late fees and interest, then sold my debt.
I sent the money for the clothes to Old Navy. They charged me late fees and interest. The bastards racked up late fees and interest and then sold my debt. So now the collection agencies are after me The friendly folks at Old Navy and Verizon have washed their hands of it and say I am clean. “We have no beef with you, Mr. Gerwitz.” Please buy our product.

My goal is to avert more $ away from these bastards than I ever did owe them. Blockbuster will never see any green from me either, for that matter. Bastards charged me beaucoup for a movie that I returned. I told ‘em to check their security cameras. No dice.

Unbelievable. More fun than a barrel of monkeys was the BSSquared Mardi Gras Ball. “Tuxedos, costumes, or you shall be shot at the door!” is the motto I’m pushing for next year.