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October Comment of the Month on Credit Default Swaps

DevX left a very Manifesto-like comment on Credit Default Swaps: Down Economy breaking down the Truth.

Check it:

“MPM,

You’ve touched on the core of what is the reason for the financial collapse over the past few weeks.

The sad thing is, most people watching their CNNs and MSNBCs have no idea why they’re losing their shirt and will be led like chickens to the slaughter in the next few months. It will only get worse.

To explain what’s going down, let me first drop a bit of economic background. All around the world, banks must comply with what are known as Basel regulations. These regulations determine how much capital a bank has to have in reserve. The amount of reserve a bank needs depends on the quality of the loans on its books. The more risky your loans on books, the more capital you need.

What AIG (the main company to blame) did, was to get around these Basel rules by issuing out unregulated insurance contracts, known as credit default swaps, that didn’t require ANY collateral or real capital to back it up. I’ll get back to all this.

Here’s how the hustle worked. Say you’re a heistman (wall st. bank) that had a lot of extra goods (deposits) lying around. You’ve got some nice jewelry in the stash and figure that you could earn some extra cash if you were to rent it out and have someone else temporarily hold on to them. There are some broke folks (subprime borrowers) a few blocks down the street that are trying to look hood rich and will pay you damn near all of their disposable income to wear your bling. The only problem is, you don’t really trust these broke folks. And even if you did trust them, you’d only loan out about 1/3 of your stash (total deposits) to make sure you had enough of the stash in your house (capital reserves) just in case things fucked up.

One day the nighborhood boss (AIG) comes to you with a proposition. His lieutenants (mortgage companies) have been selling weed, DVDs, fake Louis Vitton bags to the broke folks for years. He’s almost always gotten his money back. He trusts that they will pay him back, because he’s got their respect and he knows their history.

The neighborhood boss (AIG) proposes that HE rents out your jewelry to the broke neighborhood folks. In fact, since you don’t really trust his people, what he’ll do is he’ll back up his word with an IOU (CREDIT DEFAULT SWAPS!!!) for just 2% of however much jewelry you want to loan out. If anyone in the neighborhood doesn’t pay the boss back, he’ll cover your entire losses out of his own pocket if you’ve got the IOU.

Now you’re loving this shit! You can earn the high rent (interest rate) by loaning out your jewelry (deposits) to the broke neighborhood folks (subprime borrowers), but you’re being backed by the neighborhood boss’s (AIG) IOUs (credit default swaps). You DEFINITELY trust the neighborhood boss because he’s old school from the days of Freeway Ricky Ross and has seen them all come and go. He’s got a solid rep.

In fact, you trust the boss so much, that you’re gonna loan out 95% of your stash. You KNOW he’s good for the payback, so why not make rent on as much of your stash as possible?

Well after a few months it turns out the neighborhood folks didn’t really have enough money to pay the rent for the bling. Between food, heat, bills, they just didn’t have the cash to keep up the hood rich lifestyle. And they all engraved their names on your jewelry so you can’t just take the jewelry back.

You’re pretty pissed about how that went down, but you’re not too worried yet. Remember that the neighborhood boss (AIG) sold you some IOUs just in case, so you plan on getting you’re money back.

Well as it turns out, you weren’t the only heistman (bank) the neighborhood boss was dealing with. He was doing business with hundreds of heistman across the country and giving out IOUs. The only problem was he didn’t have enough cash to back up all of these IOUs.

Now all the heistman are coming at the neighborhood boss with guns blazing AT THE SAME TIME asking for their goods back, but the boss doesn’t have nearly enough. He thought everyone would have paid him rent on time so he could keep up the hustle, but it didn’t turn out like that. Shit is about to get real ugly.

The local mayor (US gov’t) sees that a major war is about to break out in his neighborhood that’s going to take lives. If this war goes down, most of the heistman are going to get shot, the neighborhood boss DEFINITELY will get shot, and a lot of the neighborhood folks will get shot in the cross fire.

To ease the situation for a while, the mayor says he’ll pay off the heistmen and the neighborhood boss with some money he’ll raise by doubling property taxes next year.

At first the heistmen are cool with this proposal. Everybody stays alive, for now.

But then they start to wonder, how will they survive next year when the neighborhood folks have no money to rob?”

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
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Guest Manifesto: ENTER ACTION WITH BOLDNESS

By DevX

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(Click Here for DevX’s Guest Manifesto: Bold Men CREATE Opportunities)

Most men are born timid, chances are — you were too. Most societies across the world today have promoted a culture of political correctness, conflict aversion, trend following, and a desire to be liked by all. And this isn’t entirely a bad thing. Going down this path will get you an OK house in the suburbs with a plain wife, 2.5 kids, and a dog named Spot. If this is a lifestyle you desire, stop reading now. For my real and aspiring G’s, please continue…

Bold Men Have Wills of Steel

One of my favorite UFC Fighters when I had time to watch TV was Tito Ortiz. The guy was a beast unleashed and if you had the misfortune of getting in his way when he was on a rampage, you were going to pay. He had a quote, which I try to live by that says: “RESPECT: I don’t earn it; I just fuckin take it!” But even as much as I admired the rawness of this cat, there’s another lesser known UFC Fighter who was a true man of boldness. Lee Murray. Let that name marinate for a bit.

Back in 2002, outside a London nightclub, Tito and Lee exchanged words, which eventually led to blows. Tito let out a left-right combo which both missed Lee. Lee then followed up with a 5 punch combo that knocked Tito the fuck out. COLD.

If that was the end of the story, he’d be an interesting side note in UFC history. But its what Lee did after which really impressed me with the strength of this man’s character (whether you agree with the DIRECTION of his character is another matter altogether).

In 2006, Lee was the alleged (ha! I love this word) mastermind behind the 53 million Pound CASH robbery from a British bank (about $100M US). He then fled to Morocco, which coincidentally(?) has no extradition treaty with England. The British gov’t has been coming after Lee since the robbery, but the Moroccan gov’t has steadily refused to give up Mr. Murray. (Side note: There are two women I have ever met that have given me the “Thunderbolt”, one was Moroccan.)

Lesson: I’m not recommending anyone going out and pull heists. Most people who try this would probably drop the ball and end up behind in the back seat of a squad car. What I DO recommend is that you find where you have an edge and adopt a mentality with an will of steel that was required for Lee to pull off what’s he’s done…while he was STILL in his 20’s. You have to have an unbendable vision of what you want, and anyone that stands in your way has to be dealt with accordingly.

Caution: Boldness without planning, boldness without information is leveraged stupidity. Do NOT do this. This is like doubling down when you have no edge. You will lose. Notice that Lee had a well executed after plan. Unlike many of the smash and grab low level criminals you find in major cities, he didn’t go back to his apartment or his mom’s house. He got out the country and went to a non-extradition country.

To win at chess, you have to see several moves ahead and anticipate your opponent’s move. If you don’t have the wisdom, the time, the STRENGTH OF WILL, and/or the balls to do this, stick to Checkers.

Source: Story adapted from 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene

By DevX

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Guest Manifesto: Bold Men CREATE Opportunities

By DevX

In 1925, 5 highly successful scrap metal dealers in France were invited to an official and highly confidential meeting with the “Deputy Director General of the Ministry of Post and Telegraphs” at the Hotel Crillon, then the most luxurious hotel in Paris. (Imagine this). The men had NO idea why they were invited and were overwhelmed with curiosity. Eventually, the director stepped into the room and addressed the men. He told the men that the French Government had decided to tear down the Eiffel Tower . Maintenance costs were too high, the gov’t was in debt and simply wouldn’t put up the money to upkeep it. At the time (this was in the 1920’s) Parisians thought the tower was a boondoggle, and eyesore, so this plan made sense at the time. The dealers saw this as a golden opportunity and saw they could make a killing selling the scrap metal on the open market.

The director invited all five men to propose bids on the project. Each of the 5 put in high bids hoping they would be the one to edge out the others and get this lucrative contract. After all the bids came in, it turns out Mr. P, one of the 5 dealers had the highest bid. He was invited to come back to the hotel with a certified check for 250,000 francs (about $1M today) to make a 25% downpayment on the total deal. After the deal was wrapped up, Mr. P waited, and waited….and waited to hear back from the director. He never heard back from him again. It turns out there was no such position as a “Deputy Director General of the Ministry of Post and Telegraphs” and that the government had no plans to tear down the Eiffel Tower!!

Lesson: The Director’s, real name, Count Victor Lustig, was a con artist extraordinaire, and he won big because he thought big. He had the BALLS to have a vision so extraordinary, that no one ever thought to question it. He even played the role of a government official to a T, having the creativity to even ask the winner of the bid for a small bribe to establish believability. Great men of history see beyond what others think impossible. Could you sell the Eiffel Tower?

Source: Story adapted from 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene

By DevX

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Guest Manifesto: Vigilante Justice – Confessions of a Professional

By The Dinnertime Bandit aka DTB

Click Here for The Dinnertime Bandit’s The Complete Guide to Burglary

The time is 20:20 hrs on 4th September 2006, and Vincent Alexis Michaels is sitting at his computer, working overtime at the bank he has been employed at for over 5 years, in Montreal. Vincent is suspected of murdering his wife 11 years ago. Vincent is also a poker player and convicted sex offender.

What Mr. Michaels doesn’t know is that for the last 2 years, every time he has communicated with other people, using anything electronic, his emissions and communications have been intercepted by a group of 16 men based in Scotland. Landline calls, cell phone calls, emails, faxes, sms text messages, message board posts and internet browsing activity have been intercepted by a system known under a classified name.

Tonight is a date with justice. Tonight is a date where the Professional has planned everything so perfectly that not a piece of dust or a strand of hair is out of place. The Professional goes by the name David, and enters the building where Mr. Michaels works. David is equipped with an H&K Mark .23 Socom pistol with a knights armament corp sound suppressor and 3 lasers: 1 red, 1 green, 1 blue, to form a triangle of primary colours. David also has digital police scanners attached to his waist utility belt, and a PMR radio connected to Skype via Bluetooth, Wifi, and Wimax.

Skype is connected to an automated dialer, voice recognition equipment and signal analyzer. Power to the building will be dropped if a voice match against the target is confirmed.

David is wearing night vision goggles he bought from Utah over the internet. He has intercepted everything Vincent has done electronically for 2 years. He has planned this using 10 cycled anonymous proxies. David has viewed Google & Yahoo Maps, Google Earth, examined the electoral roll, and hacked into the RCMP’s database of criminal and sex offenders. Vincent doesn’t know his vehicle is tracked daily.

A mysterious man called Dr. David Webb, PhD, supplied the hitman with a laser reading device only possessed by the US Government. The device beams a laser at windows, and converts the internal air-pressure in a room, and the various bounces of sound off of that window, into a digital signal, and then converts it to analog sound, at the user’s request.

It takes David 8 flights of stairs to get up to the floor Vincent is on. Nobody can monitor the stairs, unlike the elevator, which can be monitored electronically.

“Pedro El Negro, Black Peter” “Peter has a list of all the bad kids” – “They receive a little donkey on their window sill, a little burro”. – Collateral

While preparing equipment and running a structured list through his mind, David listens to progressive house music and DJ sets such as Kenneth Thomas, Roger Liland, Perry O’Neil, Kasey Taylor and John Digweed. The beats match his work: no error, no room for mistake or a fade to black. This is not something you read in a book. Tonight he is listening to Abstract Habits (G Pal’s Bad Habit Remix) by Plastique Vision. Later he will listen to Space Drift by Undersky.

Undersky - Space Drift

David no longer feels emotion about a target. He has grown used to hearing about men all over the United States and Canada who hurt, abuse, torture or abandon their kids, men who murder their wives, or bank workers who give mortgages to people who they know can never pay it back. David is taking out the trash, the dregs of a deadbeat society. You become immune to emotion when emotion gets you killed. You become immune to emotion when your accuracy suffers because of it. David is a professional. He takes care of business, he gets the job done first time every time, and he does it with the aide of technology and a group of helpers who are so disconnected that even the CSE (Canadian Security Establishment) could not link any of them together.

Although being a hitman requires dedication, fitness, determination, and sometimes a rather cold, calculated attitude, David has other interests including computers, technology, mathematics and electronics. David is on a level of his own, and makes “Leon”, from the 1994 film of the same name, look like a joke. Jason Bourne wishes he could be David, even on a good day. Jack Bauer pales into insignificance compared to David.

It is now 20:43 hours and David has entered the building by using lockpicks to get in a door in a back alley. Prior to this, David had shown up in central Montreal, dressed in a flawless Versace suit and attended a corporate event. Near the middle of the event David went to the mens toilets and got changed and left through a window. He picked up his equipment at a classified location near abandoned warehouses.

David is wearing a Uniden BCD396T apco 25 ready digital police scanner and a Uniden two-way radio with a 20 mile range. The two-way radio is connected to an automatic voice sensor inside his vehicle, which houses it’s own Uniden Base Scanner, this time a BCD996T. He is monitoring Montreal’s response and SWAT team frequencies. David has a black Nomex lightweight balaclava in his utility belt, which he bought from Blackhawk Products in Virginia. On the right side of his belt is his silenced, tri-laser aimed pistol, a Mark .23 Socom, with Knights Armanent Corp Suppressor. On the left side on his belt he has silent flashbangs – flashbangs with no noise, just a magnesium burst, which effectively turns on all the retinal receptors at the back of your eye for a full 5 seconds, and makes your vision appear “paused”.

The building where the ‘dedos’ (target) lives, is almost entirely vacant, and David uses training he learned while at the French Special Police training facility outside of Paris, to avoid direct visual contact with anyone else.

Vincent is working on floor 4 in the “Investments and Savings” division. As David reaches floor 4, transmissions enter his earphones from his walkie-talkie: he is to take out the target without uttering a single word to him. Usually David has a question or some interrogation to carry out. Not this time. This is a mission of justice, revenge, punishment, and for David, absolute glory in taking out the trash of society. Vincent’s wife’s skull was found in 2004 by a rancher moving cattle. She had been missing since 1997. His wives’ family are connected to this contract, but he has no direct contact with them, too risky, too emotional. Vincent had also recently been found in possession of child pornography and showed no remorse whatsoever. A group from Illinois, which calls itself APMF – which stands for Anti-Paedophile Mercenary Force – took notice of Canadian news reports which linked Vincent to the people who own and run Limewire: the famous P2P program, which allows child porn on it’s network.

At 20:50 hours, David is at the start of the long line down the hall of floor 4. “PBX 139 to PBX 142, Target is in room 17.” David is wearing black military assault boots, black body overalls covered by a flightsuit. David puts on his balaclava, and night vision goggles, and attaches the suppressor to his weapon. As he begins to step down the hallway, everything goes into slow motion for David. He watches himself from above, behind, and to the side and at an angle from his own body.

“PBX 142 to PBX 139, cut power to building”. 3 seconds later the entire building is in darkness. He flips down his nightvision goggles and preps the holders on his silent flashbangs. As he approaches the door he moves at an angle and to the other side of it. He touches a switch and 3 military grade lasers come on in a triangular shape, and triad of colours: red, green and blue. All lasers have a 50 mile+ range in the darkness of night. David takes out a silent flash. The wooden beige coloured door is not locked but is closed over. He opens it so a space of about 10 inches and stops immediately.

“PBX 122 to PBX 142, Target in centre of room 17”. David has a sniper placed over a mile away in a building at the same height, who is armed with a Cheytac Intervention .408 calibre sniper rifle. The sniper is an ex-Navy Seal.

“Who’s there….hello….who’s there”. Vincent doesn’t understand why a door has opened and nobody came in. David then tears off the purple ripple-strip (better than a pin, which makes noise) from the silent flashbang and then throws it underarm into the computers at the centre of the room. He closes the door over, almost completely, for 2 seconds as it goes off. He then enters the room sticking closely to the wall, a pattern taught by the FBI-HRT (Federal Bureau of Investigation – Hostage Rescue Team). Through night vision he can see Vincent rubbing his eyes behind a computer in the centre of the room, and the lasers from his associate are coming into the window and dazzling him. David brings up the weapon to eye height, and then aims Vincent’s head. Two silenced rounds go off – a double tap. And Vincent falls to the ground.

“PBX 122 to PBX 142, couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. Check target for memory sticks at computer.”

“Confirmed, Sandisk 16gb Cruzer Micro memory stick on desk, will retrieve.”

David then switches off his lasers, and leaves the building as quick as possible.

When David returns to his home in Scotland, he finds £400,000 in his bank account, and a letter from a contractor. The memory stick contained 25,000 images of child abuse. “Your next target will be given to you within 4 weeks”. “Here is a picture of the woman that Vincent murdered.” David looks at a photograph. “And the family who hired you to do this indirectly, if Vincent had got away with this murder, how angry would they be, how fucking furious do you think they would get, if the police couldn’t get justice?” David burns the letter and photograph.

The date stamp on the letter read “Fort Meade, Maryland”, which is where the NSA is based. The NSA’s new “Cyterix” program is part of a mission to rid America, Canada and Mexico of sex offenders who harm, abuse, and hurt children.

David has reached the Zenith of his career at 24: a hitman taking out the trash, and doing it in a way which makes the movies look lame.

By The Dinnertime Bandit aka DTB

Kenneth Thomas - Ghost in the Machine

Pick Up Artists vs. The G

(follow up to G Manifesto Outlook for 2008)

I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
And hypothesis can’t define how i be droppin these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
- Inspectah Deck

It seems like there’s a hundred “Pick Up Artists” and “Dating Gurus” and out there nowadays, one of the trends predicted in G Manifesto Outlook for 2008, “The Pick up Artist phenomenon will only grow stronger in 2008. It is like this decade’s version of “Revenge of the Nerds”. Personally, I love it. More power to them. (Keep in mind there is a distinct difference between The G’s and The Pickup Artists.)

In this Guest Manifesto, let’s do a quick comparison of some the key differences between Pick Up Artistry (faux du jour) and The G.

“R.E.A.L. Game” is a double acronym conceived by the Pick Up Artist Carlos Xuma, “to help guys get MASSIVE success with women. No dumb pickup lines or fake techniques.”

Let’s see what The Pick Up Artists says about REAL Game…

Xuma’s REAL stands for:

R = Relaxed & Resourceful - you have to be cool, calm, and collected…
E = Effective & Energized - you have to find your power and what works for you…
A = Authentic & Alpha - It has to come from YOU, your genuine personality and character…
L = Lifestyle & Lasting - This has to be a way of life for you - success in everything, not just women …

To be fair, decent points all in all; kinda like Foundation Game/Self-Help 101. But definitely lacking the kind of sizzle that is going to get girls clinging to you like “’wow’ and ‘ow’ to now show ya how to bow to scoop-a, in the train goopa”, the moment you post up at the spot, suited down and chromed toasters hot.

How about The G’s acronym for R.E.A.L.? Glad you asked.

G Manifesto REAL stands for:

R = Rooftop Bar Game; Rolling with Models, Fly Suicide Girls or High Society Girls; Rolling thick bankrolls; Rolling Dutch (one-handed); Rolling on 20’s; Rolling over the competition (on my 20’s, while single handedly rolling Dutch in a car full of Fly Girls…)

E = Pockets full of it;

A = Anti-Establishment; Artemesia Absinthium; Art of Enhancing BankRoll; Advanced move for Picking up Exotic Dancers; Art of the Grease; Alcohol; Amphetamines; 1st Amendment;

L = Lethal; Lifted; Legit.

Now that’s REAL Game, G Manifesto style…

~ Tafari

AKA Game on the R-E-A-L

“Battle me, mathematically, I’m givin your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin, controllin the time
Flip over the line, I’m blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme”
-Big Pun

And in case you missed this G Manifesto classic, read up: The Six Elements of Picking Up Girls

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Grad on Voicemail Gangsters

Grad is a contributer to the G Manifesto on Side Hustles: The Art of Enhancing BankRoll, Why we do what we do? and Why It Pays to Be A First Mover.

Here is his take on Death Threats and Voice Mail Gangsters:

Michael,

How are you? I hope the summer is producing many knock-outs…
Unfortunately, Ive been on the grind and haven’t much time to tour the scenes. I just read your recent post regarding Voice Mail Gangsters and Text Message Bullies.
I must say your break down is extremely on point so with that I say, Kudos to you.

However you left out some key points, one of which is my personal favorite…
The “I know where you live” line that some brokester raps to me…
I always chuckle when I hear that one since more often than not,
I don’t know where I’m going to be next week… So unless they have some sixth sense they purchased at Pacific Sunwear, it holds no weight.
Its also comical because by the time they take the greyhound or cash in their credit card miles to find me, I’m gone.

The other consideration is that these guys are chumps. Instead of getting angry at the real culprit (their girlfriend), they get mad at us and leave bottomless threats. If they actually sat down to think about it, they’d realize, it’s the girls fault, not ours. Perhaps they were doing something wrong and left the girl with no choice but to cheat. But then again, maybe its their fault too.

There is one recent story that comes to mind regarding these faux gangsters…

I was entertaining some guests in town at the Hudson Hotel. While sitting at our table, suited down in a Kiton, three button grey chalk stripe bespoke number with a lavender Brioni shirt blown open, I was approached by two spikey haired dudes with barb wire tattoos. I had noticed these guys online outside when I walked in but now they seemed obviously more drunk. I suppose to they needed to fill up on liquid courage to approach me.

But that’s neither Peter Lugar or Sturm, Ruger.

Anyway, the more brazen of the two, said, “yo bro, were you hitting on my girl last week?” Of course, I looked puzzled and embarrassed, One because I try to avoid Papa Roach and his compadres and Two because I sincerely didn’t know who he was talking about. Smoothly and politely, I replied “I don’t know, which one is she?” and that’s when he got a bit enraged. This was obviously more embarrassing for me because he’s just going to make a scene. If I was in real trouble, I probably would not have seen them coming.

As Brokester 1 was talking I could feel one of my guests stand and I quickly around turned to quell the situation. As I turned back around to see Brokester 2 chime in, I interrupted him with a simple question… “Why is it my fault if your girlfriend plays you? She played you, not me… I’ve never been played before but if so, I highly doubt I’d approach you to talk about it” The question clearly struck him off guard as I could see thoughts of mediocrity inundate and paralyzed him. Images of overdrafted bank statements, cute face but overweight girls, sale items at Hollister and trophy chests with only JV letters ricocheted off his mind’s eye and piled together in one big sub-par lump. At that point he had no choice but to walk away, ashamed. While walking away, his friend turned around to say “youre lucky” but I smirked, luck has nothing to do with this equation.

To Health & Wealth

~ Grad

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Guest Manifesto: Why It Pays to Be A First Mover

As an international G, I’ve seen many places and met many people. Surprisingly though, I have never met anyone who has out-Gamed me. Sure, I’ve met people who are smarter than me or wealthier than me. And coincidentally, all of them have the same rap about being creative or innovative.

On a side note, I’ve never met anyone better looking than me.

But my point is, to truly be successful; you have to be a First Mover. Make other people follow you. At first, some might be hesitant or reluctant but with enough influence and persistence, everyone comes around.

Just this past week, while an old friend of mine was in New York, I had the opportunity to discuss this specific topic. My friend always had a knack for technology and made suitcases full of skrilla by simply pulling numbers out of thin air. When we were younger, he had done very well with the pin codes of analog cell phones and most recently his favorite past time is driving by a BestBuy and extracting credit card numbers via unsecured wi-fi connections. Apparently, being innovative with technology inherently gives you a Side Hustle. More than half of his revenue and profit derives from consulting companies on how to prevent exactly what he does.

Anyway, while in town on a “consulting” job, he was staying at the Mandarin and so we decided to break bread at Asiate (I recommend the cote de boeuf with roasted rib-eye and smoked potato). I arrived 15 minutes early suited down in a Paul Stuart soft brown Nailhead number (side vents & ticket pocket, of course), a solid crème colored Stefano Ricci shirt, dark brown Hermes tie and matching pocket silk. Needless to say, my bankroll could be listed in the Mitchell Report.

Surprisingly, my friend was already at the bar, casually dressed in a Loro Piana dark gray Vicuña sweater over a burgundy colored woven shirt and black Zanella pants. He was nonchalantly sipping on a 21 year old Balvenie Scotch Portwood while concurrently conversing with a 21 year old English Hardbody. But that’s neither NYMEX nor pyrex.

Over dinner he schooled me on the enormous profit potential in other countries that don’t have a fully operational internet because of their vulnerabilities and parallel desire for protection and security. I schooled him on the capital being thrown towards these emerging markets. It seemed that our future endeavors were going to become intertwined.

I told him about my Side Hustles and how I’ve been investing in developing nations for some time. Besides swapping US paper for Japanese Yen, I went on to say that like our street hustling counterparts, my dealings are mostly in BRICs.

As a cautious friend and G, I could see the uneasy feeling rushing over him…

It took a minute before he realized I was referring to Brazil, Russia, India, and China… Not the traditional raw.

Now That’s Certified

To Health & Wealth

~ Grad

Lupe Fiasco - Paris, Tokyo

2Pac - If My Homie Calls

Guest Manifesto: Tax Time

Yo…get it…yo

Yo, we fortified live, supportin’ allies

The wack is tryin’ to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes

But here is some’n the cryin’ talk about

The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
[Wordsworth]

G’s stick together and help each other out by sharing tax advice and tips, and in this Guest Manifesto that’s just what we’re going to do…

As we know, the G can be found in all corners of the globe; late breakfast at Le Cinq in Paris then flight to Hong Kong for dinner at The Felix in the Peninsula before flying out to Macau for a poker tournament; mobile like Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers, Jet fuel abusers, sippin’ on Pétrus.

What does this have to do with taxes?

Listen up, the first thing you need to know is that you can shake off The Man in your previous country as soon as you officially become non-resident there for tax purposes. In most cases, this means you expatriate for at least 183 days in a given tax year (and really, which G doesn’t enjoy posting up at 183 days in sunny tropical paradises?).

The next thing you need to know is that every nation has different tax rules relating to everything from the income you generate to the amount of that income you remit to a given country, from capital gains on assets, to the bottle of Goose at the bar or the Spa at the Ritz.

This means that you have to Be Informed of your likely taxation burden in your new nation before you commit to it ideally - and certainly get Structures and Solutions in place as soon as possible to ensure you are living, as tax efficiently as possible; keeping it hot like matches and on lock like latches.

Structures: Tropical islands where cost of living is low, but standard of living is high. Found in many 3rd world countries along the equator, places that have never seen a snowflake & girls are tan wearing bikinis year round.

Solutions: Luxury villas owned & operated by your friends/associates who want you to ‘house sit’ or ‘lock down the crib’ while they’re away — perhaps for years at a time. Fly restaurants & the hottest clubs, just so owned by your friend/associates & offer you the menu persona grata where the owners refuse your money.

Add structures & solutions together, and your actual cost for living becomes virtually nil, yet your quality of life is elevated, high like Pete Rock.

Pete Rock - His favorite tracks, the hip hop “high”, samples

As we know from The G Manifesto, G’s deal only in Ca$h, thick bankrolls & pockets bulging like the Himalayas. Dealing in Cash only, you stay off the radar on the one hand & attract model girls on the other; a win-win situation. Don’t think that The Man isn’t watching, he is, you have been warned.

Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M.

Many people feel that they are working harder than ever, and paying more taxes than ever, with no real benefit in return. As an Expatriate G you really do have an advantage over Regular Guy ‘back home’ and you need to begin exploring your Manifesto Destiny as soon as possible.

Taxation in America: John Hancock was probably the leading tax evader in Boston, and props have to be given for his oversize signature on the Declaration of Independence — a defiant “buck the system” reminder to the British authorities that America was founded by tax rebels (whose rebellion eventually gave birth to the United States of America.)

Speak to a tax planning company that can take into account your tax history & current financial status, from your countries of residence to your assets protection requirements in order to insure that you make the most of your wealth, your assets are not at risk, that your financial & lifestyle position is secure. Make tax time a leisurely affair, involving Goose Mojito’s (more on that in another Guest Manifesto) and enjoying a tropical sea breeze, seaside & bird watching (and I don’t mean ornithology) i.

This is about getting the best “return on your money” and a higher standard of living for less — the essence of the G Manifesto.

As the People’s Champ says: The rest is up to you…

Tafari
The Poster Boy

Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation
Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin
Individual, lyrical math abrasion
Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation
We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives
A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized

Chours: I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m livin like that

Nas - Take it in Blood

Some said HOV, how you get so fly?
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky
My physical’s a shell
So when I say farewell
My soul will find a even
Higher plane to dwell
So fly you shall
So have no fear, just know that
Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)
Jay-Z

Jay-Z - Beach Chair (Featuring Chris Martin)

i Refer to Bond 007 in Die Another Day

Guest G Manifesto: Side Hustles: The Art of Enhancing BankRoll

Although I have never met Michael formally, we have shared some correspondence regarding Side Hustles. In any occupation (at least any worth pursuing) there is usually always one big pay day or shall we say: Score. For Athletes, this may come as a signing bonus or perhaps after winning a tournament or fighting a bout (think huge novelty checks). For G’s and the like, it’s that final heist, the one that sets you up for life. For entrepreneurs, its bringing your company public. For a Platinum Digger, its that divorce you always waited for (no pre-nup, of course). For Bankers, its a Christmas bonus and for Lawyers, it’s that huge settlement (asbestos, pharmaceuticals, tobacco ect.).

On a side note… when you think about it, Fat Cat lawyers have the good life, they have their hands deep in products supplied to the street without being tied to the block. And their cut is a third off the top…But that’s neither Euro or Puro.

The point is, what do Professionals do while waiting for their Score? Some sit content and complacent while others pick up a some side scratch. Your guest writer (A banker by nurture and a G by nature) is cut from a cloth that insists upon side hustles. But before I go into further detail I must provide a little more color…

By definition, Side Hustles are those which bring in alternative revenue streams; they are not designed to nor should replace your Grand Hustle. In fact, a side hustle should directly relate to the core business. For example, Athletes do endorsements; G’s with deep connections put money in the streets with 2 points of vigor…weekly; Platinum Diggers hook their friends with plastic surgeons and Bankers put money in alternative investments (hedge funds and private equity).

Well back to the topic at hand…A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to discuss this subject with an old associate/mentor of mine and serious heavyweight in the Hedge Fund game. In true form to The G Manifesto, I think I was sporting a 3 button Heather Grey Etro suit with blue steel underlining to match the blue steel desert with mother of pearl handle tucked behind the jacket complementing the mother of pearl buttons on my powder blue Brioni shirt and Rolex Daytona watch face. Since trading Lenox Ave. for Park Ave, I haven’t had much need for the burner but I’m haunted by my past and I still love to accessorize.

Anyway, while dining at the Kobe Club on 58th Street, noshing on some saki cured salmon with tobiko cream cheese and bagel chips and ordering cuts of Kobe Beef like Shaquille O’Neal, my former mentor proposed a side business which he discovered while vacationing in Thailand. Countries like Thailand, Bali, Myanmar, The Salmon Islands, Comoros and the Philippines are in serious need of cheap building materials. Recognizing this need for cooper and steel, He asked if I wanted in on purchasing old decommissioned cruise ships and navy vessels, scraping the liners and selling the metals to these countries. This, of course, would be a side hustle. I would be putting my money to work for me. We raised our glasses of La Grande Dame and toasted to Health & Wealth.

On another side note… I would have probably agreed for free… this endeavor gives me an excellent opportunity to twist some Philippine princesses while overseeing construction of the landing strip near my vacation home.

In closing, sometimes ideas aren’t as easily presented to you nor is everyone in a position to let their money work for them. My advice would be to focus on your trade or craft. Understand your business and see what works. Try not to think too far away from your core business. Owning a car dealership with a body shop on the side is a prime example. The art of the hustle is complementing your current enterprise and utilizing existing ties and relations (think horizontal/vertical integration) . Side Hustles align businesses and build empires.

We all saw what happened to Nate Newton and Martha Stewart… Athletes shouldn’t push weight nor should Home Makers play with stocks.

Special Thanks to the Champ for lending me his site and audience

To Health & Wealth

~ Grad

O.C. - What Am I Supposed To Do?

Big Pun - How We Roll (sample of Janet Jackson- Let’s Wait Awhile)

Janet Jackson- Let’s Wait Awhile

Top 10 American Criminals of all time

So here is my Top 10 American Criminals of all time! What do I mean by Top 10? Well, to be honest, even I’m not too sure. I’m not limiting it to success (as a criminal), amount of valuables/money stolen, intelligence, bravado or audacity, but rather a mix of all of those and much more. There will be names here you might expect, and some you would never expect, and if you can better my list, feel free to email me on dinnertimebandit@gmail.com

First of all, let me say, there is one type of criminal I’ve never been interested in: bank robbers. With possibly the exception of Paddy Mitchell’s 90 Second “Stopwatch Gang”, I find bank robbers to be boring, far too violent, and just not that intriguing, so don’t expect to see any FBI photos of the Illinois “ninja bandit” on this list.

Alan William Golder aka “Dinnertime Bandit” (jewel thief) - www.dinnertimebandit.info Everything you need to know is there.

Peter Salerno (jewel thief) - “In anything that you read in the last 40 years in regards to jewel thieves, Peter Salerno’s name always comes up. And he’s the standard by which all other jewel thieves are judged.” ret. Det. Bill Adams on 60 minutes, quoted from www.dinnersetgang.com

What Salerno lacked in height, he made up for with front, attitude, a degree of class, skill, agility, fitness and strength. I’ve heard that some in the prison system call him Claws, for the brute strength in his upper arms.

Here is his Florida Dept. of Corrections page - http://www.dc.state.fl.us/ActiveInmates/detail.asp?Bookmark=1&From=list&SessionID=175518737

Bill Mason (jewel thief) - If you’re looking for a talented jewel thief who targets people while they aren’t at home, then you probably won’t find many better than Bill Mason. He is rumoured to have stolen anywhere between $10-30 million in his criminal career, which, now, is beyond the statute of limitations. In his time he stole from Armand Hammer, Phyllis Diller, and many other rich socialite’s who were in the society pages. He co-wrote his book “Confessions of a Master Jewel Thief” with author Lee Gruenfeld. A terrific read.

D.B. Cooper, aka Richard Floyd McCoy (hijacker) - The sheer audacity of Richard Floyd McCoy is what gets him his rightful place here in the top 10 American Criminals of all time. Of all the ways to illegally “acquire” (read:steal) money, who on earth would really hijack a plane, then hold the plane company to ransom, and parachute out the back into the middle of nowhere.

Ex-FBI Agent Russell Calame wrote a book called “D.B. Cooper - The Real McCoy”, which is another must-read. If you would like to order a copy of his book, drop him a line on MaryRuss21@aol.com Thankfully he still has some copies.

Jack MacLean (professional burglar, jewel/cash thief) - With a genius level IQ, and an in-depth knowledge of police communications technology, Jack MacLean, aka “Superthief” stole $133 million in over 2,000 professional burglaries. Jack wore scanners concealed under a cape-like trenchcoat. Never left fingerprints, mess or ransacking, and was always careful to reset alarms and leave things as he found them. This guy was on top of his game. He released a book in 1983 called “Secrets of a Superthief”, but it’s now out-of-print, so it costs like $100-200 to buy online.

Zodiac Killer aka Gareth Penn (serial killer) (the California one, not Heriberto “Eddie” Seda from NY State, he was lame) - I know what you’re thinking, why is a serial killer in the top ten? Despite my reservations about putting a murderer on this list, Gareth Penn was indeed a mathematical genius, who managed to run rings around SFPD and Vallejo PD for over 30 years. Very recently his complex coded clues and maps were solved by a man called Christopher Farmer, who owns and runs a company called Opord Analytical. This guy deserves props. His study, which is over 60 pages, is here in PDF format, and is a book in itself.

http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/viewArticle.asp?articleID=33637

http://www.opordanalytical.com/report/The_Zodiac_Killer.pdf

Unabomber (madman, extortionist, serial killer, serial bomber, anti-technology social house nigga) - Theodore John Kaczynski (born May 22 , 1942), also known as the Unabomber, is an American convicted murderer and social critic who carried out a campaign of mail bombings that killed three and wounded 23. He sent bombs to several universities and airlines from the late 1970s through early 1990s.

In his Industrial Society and Its Future (commonly called the “Unabomber Manifesto”) he argued that his actions were a necessary (although extreme) tactic by which to attract attention to what he believed were the dangers of modern technology. The Unabomber was the target of one of the most expensive investigations in the FBI’s history. [2]

The best information on the Unabomber is within the FBI Files documentary on him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JA9mncDr_GA

Judy Amar (female professional burglar) - Judy Amar was the mastermind behind over 500 near perfect heists in Florida in the late 80’s. Amar had a hotel room stocked with wigs, clothing and make-up that she would use to disguise herself. She changed cars every week, and license plates daily. Her success as a burglar infuriated the police for over a decade.

I know I know, a woman on the top 10? But seriously, if you’re into crime, you need to know about Judy Amar. She was so successful that the Detective on her case ended up taking his work home with him daily for years on end, then suffered a near-fatal heart attack. She was almost a cop-killa-by-proxy! She was featured on a Masterminds episode.

Blane Nordahl (silver thief) - Blane Nordhal was a sterling silver expert… especially when it came to stealing it. Cutting a swath all over the northeastern seaboard of the United States, he targeted the wealthiest homes and plundered their silver heirlooms to the tune of millions of dollars. Ivana Trump, Bruce Springsteen and sportscaster Curt Gowdy all fell victim to this most inventive and discerning of burglars.

Stealing silver is to Blane, what a hit of crystal meth is to criminals in Tennessee: more than a high, but a pre-requisite for feeling alive.

You can look him up here on NY’s D.O.C. page, http://nysdocslookup.docs.state.ny.us/kinqw00 Unfortunately, no photo on his rap-sheet! There is a photo of him here though -> http://www.massmostwanted.org/index.cfm?ac=casedetails&CaseID=20040022

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blane_Nordahl

http://stephenjdubner.com/journalism/silverthief.html

http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2004-12-23-cat-burglar_x.htm

James Mitchell DeBardeleben the 3rd - (Police defeater and serial sexual sadist) - As sickening as DeBardeleben’s crimes were, he was still a criminal mastermind to some degree. He would often sit down and write page after page of notes on how to defeat the police! He was a prolific note-writer. He sometimes wrote down gradual criminal progressions, what crimes he would build up to and how he would do them. For his planning, deep thinking, and defeat of the police, I’m afraid he has to make the top 10. It’s either him or Charles Ng, and I really don’t like Charles Ng’s face!.

DTB

www.dinnertimebandit.info

Firm Biz- Nas Foxy Brown Az (The Firm) feat. Dawn Robinson