Once upon a time long, long ago and far, far away (for everything that we remember from our childhoods seems long ago and far away, and history’s nothing but a story that’s older than we are) a book was written  for children.  The fact that is was written in New York in 1865, and not in Holland at all, doesn’t matter.  The fact that it isn’t true doesn’t matter either.   Nor is there a  Tinkerbelle,  nor a Peter Pan, and worst of all, there is no Santa Claus.  But this story is about a little boy named Hans Brinker* who, when he was just eight fictional years old, saw a leak in a dam, and stood alone all night  with his finger in the hole to stop the leak and save his city from flooding and destruction.    The funny thing is that, if one reads the whole story, the episode about saving the people in his town of Haarlem, in the Netherlands,  is just a brief side trip into the character of this loving and faithful son of a disabled father who, with his sister,  sets out to win a set of silver skates in a skating race and thus support his family in their need.

We’re looking for a Hans Brinker.   We need someone to come along and plug a leak.  Like this child of fiction, we started out to buy something, in our cases a hosting service from GISOL or Global Internet Solutions.   And along our way, we each stumbled upon angry waters threatening to flood us with financial difficulty, perhaps disastrous for those of us who were also robbed of our domain names, certainly perilous for some of us who are getting older or are disabled or in ill health.

One thing stood between us and the angry waters of crime, forgery and fraud, deceitful practices, lies, and corruption.  That thing was a very shaky dam, an ancient and once stalwart structure now riddled by rot and greed.  That bulkhead, the one and only thing that could have saved each of us, is our credit card companies, ironically mostly housed, at least in part, in the same state of New York where Hans Brinker’s story was penned 143 years ago.

Had the dam held, had my credit broker listened, there is no question but that I’d be telling this story differently.  Had the hundreds of other victims of GISOL  encountered honesty, fairness, and integrity, you wouldn’t be reading this.   What some of you may still not realize is that there really are hundreds, perhaps thousands of us all around the world, each a victim of GISOL, and worse, each a victim of the contemptible standards of modern credit card brokers, who found it easier, quicker, and infinitely more profitable to deny us our money.  Yes, you were robbed by GISOL.  Yes, it was they who forged your names on false credit authorizations after “selling” you a story about a discount or sale price and getting you to digitally sign a service contract on the spot from which your signature was lifted moments later and affixed to a credit card authorization without your knowledge.  But without the credit card companies, this could not have happened.  Had they listened and researched our complaints, they never would have handed over a bag of our money each time GISOL struck, and those crimes could  never have happened.

But as each of us learned of this crime against ourselves, one by one we called the number on the back of our credit cards and reported to “Customer Service” that something was wrong, that we’d been overcharged 36 times the amount we were quoted.   Why didn’t we know?  Why did we trust this company?  Simply because we had no reason to look.  The waters were calm, the dam secure when we set out.  The gory glory of GISOL’s scheme is that it is only happens to accounts that are being renewed after a year or more of service.  We trusted them to repeat the service we’d experienced in the past; we had no reason to research them as we might when searching for a new vendor.  And we’re scattered throughout the US, around Europe, across the globe, unable but for the Internet to share stories.

The credit card brokers, on the other hand, might be forgiven the first event, or second, or maybe third.  But beyond that a red flag should have gone up so quickly it startled any birds happening to fly over!   In this day of computers, when signatures can be forged so easily, and money pass hands instantly over thousands of miles, a warning should have gone out to every employee within each company, and from one company to another–watch for GISOL transactions, especially in the amount of $1798.20.   The first credit card I tried to use was refused. I wish to God I’d known why at the time, but the slippery eel at GISOL stuck his head up out of the cloudy waters and said “It’s because you paid already with that card in February.  We’re refunding that payment.  (They never did.) We’ll need a different card now in order to give you the sale price.”

Thus sprung from the weakened dam a trickle.   And over and over as crime, like history, repeated itself, more leaks sprang up.  The icy, angry waters of criminal fraud and forgery trickled and ran together until they became a torrent.   But there is no Hans Brinker.  There was no heroic child of eight, let alone a grown person, among the many  bankers and “Customer Service Representatives” who said “This is enough.  Stop giving these people’s money away.”

What all of us need right now is to come forth.  If you have not contacted one of the fighting sites, such as this one or Raoul’s, please do so.  The authorities have no idea of how large this scheme is.  At best, they have two or three hundred victims’ written accounts.  While that should be enough to mobilize them, it’s apparently not.  To get an accurate head count, to see how much these crooks have make from their global internet racket, to get them charges with their crimes, we need everyone to come forward.  And when that happens, we’ll also be able to show the world how many times the credit card brokers have denied us help.  What a lovely headline that would make!  “Massive Fraud and Forgery Scheme Continues Unstopped by Credit Card Brokers: credit card companies around the world deny knowledge of scheme that could approach millions”.

We all know who won the silver skates in our race to save our money and our businesses…it’s a tie between GISOL and the bankers.   One made illegal profits; the other collected hundreds of thousands in interest by approving the illegal charges.  But we’ve got news for them.   Their dam is unstable, the frozen waters above are roiling in turmoil beneath the winter’s ice.   We’re angry and we’re fighting.  They can’t skate over their knowledge of crime forever, pretending each and every one of us was foolish enough order the wrong package.  Their dam is not going to support them forever, and they’re going to be carried through the gap, silver skates and all, as the turgid waters spread below.  When the dam breaks, with luck, the authorities will be waiting at the breach to catch  forger and purloiner** alike.

Let’s ALL make it happen! Please contact someone from this web site for guidance in how to make yourself known, where to lodge your criminal complaint, or how to get your money back.

*Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia  (Redirected from Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates)