Floyd Mayweather Jr., Mark Cuban and Michael Mason on Patriotism
Best quote by Floyd Mayweather Jr. during Floyd Mayweather VS Victor Ortiz Post Fight Interview:
(Start watching at 17:00)
“It’s so crazy. I am in America. The country that I represent, the Red, White and Blue.
I make money in America.
I feed the American citizens, I feed the people that are less fortunate in America.
Even when I make it rain, I am still throwing money to Americans!.”
The Most Patriotic Thing You Can Do by Mark Cuban
Bust your ass and get rich.
Make a boatload of money. Pay your taxes. Lots of taxes. Hire people. Train people. Pay people. Spend money on rent, equipment, services. Pay more taxes.
When you make a shitload of money. Do something positive with it. If you are smart enough to make it, you will be smart enough to know where to put it to work.
I don’t care what anyone says. Being rich is a good thing. Not just in the obvious sense of benefiting you and your family, but in the broader sense. Profits are not a zero sum game. The more you make the more of a financial impact you can have.
I’m not against government involvement in times of need. I am for recognizing that big public companies will continue to cut jobs in an effort to prop up stock prices, which in turn stimulates the need for more government involvement. Every cut job by the big companies extracts a cost on the American people in one way or another.
Entrepreneurs are needed to create and grow companies to absorb those people in new jobs. If entrepreneurs don’t create those jobs, the government ends up having to spend more money to help them one way or another.
So be Patriotic. Go out there and get rich. Get so obnoxiously rich that when that tax bill comes , your first thought will be to choke on how big a check you have to write. Your 2nd thought will be “what a great problem to have”, and your 3rd should be a recognition that in paying your taxes you are helping to support millions of Americans that are not as fortunate as you.
MARK CUBAN: “Any Budget Plan That Is Longer Than The Current President’s Term Is A Crock Of ****”
These are not meant to be researched items. These are “streams of consciousness” from the conversation yesterday’s post created.
First some housekeeping. I DO NOT like paying taxes. In fact I hate to throw good money after bad and the way our federal government spends money is rarely good. HOWEVER, I think that this country has created unique opportunities for entrepreneurs and paying taxes is a small price to pay. In fact, as I wrote yesterday, I’m proud to pay taxes on the rewards I have EARNED through my efforts in the business world. Taxes are not a bad thing, mis-allocation of the money we all contribute is.
So what can be done? Here you go:
It had been promised often and never delivered. If there was transparency in our budgets and the actual spending of our dollars, down to the nickel. Someone has to see it and approve it. If they can see it, US citizens (with the exception of classified defense spending) should be able to see it. The value of transparency is that we would benefit from the collective brain power of the American people who would be able to provide us in depth education and information.The power of the people at its best. Sure there would be tons of misinformation as people play the traditional partisan games, but I think that websites that take apolitical approaches to the issues will emerge that we could follow.
With complete transparency we could have our own online Super Committee to look for the best places to cut costs and improve efficiency. Without it, we are at the mercy of a “Super Committee” formed purely to make politicians happy.
“Now a lot of people think this is easy as it looks
Books and books of Game concepts and hooks
Hash Session to session to get thoughts manifested
Stressing and stressing to hit the world with a G blessing”
After spending my summer at the sea in Europe with more shells than Adidas tops, there is one thing I am certain of:
I like my chicks, like my whips, Topless.
Here is how you swoop Topless girls at The Beach (this Data Sheet is 15 years in the making):
First thing you need to do to swoop topless girls at the beach is put yourself in the right time and right place. “The right time” is summertime. “The right place” is east of Eden. Or at least, east of America (South Beach being the exception).
The second thing you need to do is re-condition your mind, so you don’t freeze up like the Hope Diamond around topless girls. I was lucky. I was fortunate enough to do be around topless girls at a young age. At age 14 or something, I spent a summer at the beaches of Spain. It was really like an epiphany for me (and I don’t mean that topless Exotic Dancer from Rick’s Caberet in New Orleans named “Epiphany”, real name Jenny, either). At that point in my life, I had probably only seen a few girls sans clothes. However, after that summer at the beach, I had probably seen 30,000 fly topless girls.
Hell, these days I don’t feel comfortable unless I am surrounded by topless girls. Might have something to do with why I spend some much time in Gentleman’s Clubs. But that’s neither French dime pieces nor E-tabs that look like Reese’s. It’s neither pushing weight nor E-Tab hallucinate.
The easiest way to swoop topless girls at the beach is by being an ill surfer. Especially, when you are talking the Côte de Basque and Northern Spain in general. If you are unlike your humble author, and you never learned to surf, get started. It’s going to take you 10 years to get halfway decent.
Pull into a few grinding, sandy tubes (and I don’t mean bongs either), air it out a little and once you are back on the beach, bust out with the “Bonjour”. “Ce va?” “Quel âge as-tu?” “Tu es très belle.” “Tu habite ici?” “En Vacance?” You know how the Language Game flows.
And for goodness sakes, never ever do this on the beach:
Never ever? Never ever.
Smokes and Hashish
Whoever is behind the “no-smoking laws” (I will give you a hint: it’s Big Pharma) has never sat between two topless fly French girls while smoking cigarettes on La Grande Plage in summer time. Because, if they had, they would make smoking mandatory. Breaking out a pack of Gitanes, Gauloises or Fortunas (in Spain) on the beach is a great opener on gaggle of fly topless girls at the beach.
This move is probably second only to busting out a Hashish Jay.
An expertly, one-handed rolled, Shish Jay has style points off the charts. I first started doing this move in my “salad days”, and when I say salad days, I mean the days when I used to smoke Jays mixed with Afgan Blonde Hashish and Northern Lights Chronic. And I have been doing it ever since.
So get your Spanish Game, French Game, and Italian Game tight. The rest of the girls at the beach; Swiss, Scandinavian, Polish etc, will speak some English.
Enter The Dragon
To swoop mad fly topless girls at the beach, you are going to have to get in some reasonable form of good shape. Now, I am not saying to go overboard, live in the gym and get tribal tattoos like some Arizona Personal Trainer guy ponce. Just make sure you Enter the Dragon on the regular.
Go to the beach every day
Even on days when it’s not super sunny out. If you want to swoop topless girls, you have to meet girls that like the beach. I have met many girls while spocking the waves on un-sunny days. Roll up with a grit, and set the date for the beach when it’s sunny out: Presto! Topless girl.
What to watch out for:
Piggybackers are typically wack American tourists that will try to infiltrate the fly topless girls you have already infiltrated. Many of the Euro beaches have “crews” of girls that chill topless. The bad part is that it is hard to get in. The good part is once you are in, you are in.
Hence, weesh American wack cats that try to “piggyback” your moves. Deal with them like you would any chavala.
Pro surfers can be formidable competition, especially when there is a contest going on. A good thing to do is get to know some of these cats, which thankfully I do. If not, you can always out-Game and out-Rage these cats. And good local Drug Connection can work wonders as well.They might be Pro Surfers, but often times they aren’t Pro International Playboys.
The local crews can definitely put some salt in your Game as they can get pretty salty if you are running through some of the local topless girls. Again, it is good to have some local contacts to keep these guys at bay. You can always focus on the tourist girls to offset this, or come with your own Dope Crew from your local beach in case things get sticky like Haze.
A few days ago, all the locals were surfing the main beach break.
I decided to take a long walk around the point and take a look at this cove beach I spocked a few days earlier on a jog before the swell came. (I have a unique ability to find secret spots and set ups).
I anticipated correctly as I was able to surf this perfect right hand tube off the rocks to the head. No one out. (Took a picture from high above on the cliff after the session. It was bigger/better earlier, when I surfed it.)
What’s up now?
Now, you ask, “Where exactly is that spot?”
Do me a favor.
But I will say it is kind of near here:
Or maybe not.
In Gold News:
The gold bug has hit the shopping center.
Gold Max — said to be he largest chain of jewelery-purchasing stores — says it’s on track to open 100 gold-buying shops in Southern California within the next year. It already has seven Orange County stores.
I arrive very early in the morning at Lindbergh Field waiting to bust out a SAN to MCI to FLL combo punch and stay in Fort Lauderdale with one of my friends that runs a hedge fund before continuing on to Bogota.
So I don’t hesitate, “Is this the line for Southwest?”, I ask.
She responds, “Yeah, I think so.”, with a pretty big smile for early morning in an airport. Could be my brutally handsome good looks. Could be the Custom Suit. Not really sure, nor do I care.
It’s on. I give a decent pause, so I don’t seem too anxious.
“You flying to Fort Lauderdale?”, I ask.
“No” she replies, “I am going home to Kansas City.”
I contemplate saying I drove through there once during my “transport” days but decide against and instead say, “Cool. We are on the same flight. I am going to Fort Lauderdale after.”
“Are you staying in Fort Lauderdale?”
“For a few days, then I am going to Bogota, Colombia.” (I say this with a young-dashing-handsome-mysterious-false grinning-soft spoken-with a wild side-well dressed-millionaire-smuggler type vibe for maximum effect).
“Really, that is so cool. I have never been before. Have you?”
The hook is set.
We continue on in the line and the conversation moves on at a relatively rapid pace, especially considering its mad early in the morning. She hangs on my every word. And she is mad cool. And mad fly. And a sweetheart. I am impressed. Especially since she is an American girl (with some kind of exotic mix I can’t quite put my finger on yet, kind of a mix of Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes, and Rozonda “Chilli” Thomas with a little Tionne “T-Boz” Watkins thrown in) and from Kansas City no less.
(Note to self: maybe I have been making a mistake by dissing the American Heartland all these years and should check it out. Then again, maybe not.)
I then do a double take as we go past the TSA security monkeys when she takes off her coat, reveals a body that was made for only one thing. Or maybe a few things.
We finally get to our gate. It’s mad crowded.
“We should sit next to each other and continue this conversation.” I say.
“Sure. If we can.” She responds with a smile.
We grab a seat in the back, which is kind of lucky since the plane is pretty full. I toss her luggage in the overhead like a gentleman, let her sit by the window, and I wisely take the middle seat. This is smooth for two reasons. 1) I can let her see out the window, and I can point out a bunch of sites. 2) I effectively “box out” any chatter box that my join us in our aisle and throw salt in my Game.
Now let me take a step back for a moment.
It is kind of a running joke with my friends and I about how Unlucky I am on the random seating arrangement tip on Plane Flights. Since I have been counting, it has been almost 45 straight flights where I haven’t sat next to a swoopable girl. And that is since I started counting. Hell, I have friends that always get sat (randomly) next to fly girls. Not me. And this has really put a damper on my Plane Swoop Numbers. Trains, are another story completely. I chainsaw it on trains since most of the time there are no assigned seats. (Full Data Sheet on how to swoop fly girls on trains coming soon). However, this flight was Southwest, so I was able to take advantage of their “no assigned seats” policy.
We take off and I point out beaches and other visuals of note. We get to know each other more.
When I ask her what are her favorite things to do, she responds “Well, I would say, Dancing, Sewing, Cooking and playing Piano”.
Are you serious? That answer from a young modern day American Girl?
If I didn’t have so many goddamn options with fly girls in my life, I may have fallen in love right there.
I move closer to point out some clouds, our lips touch and…
Smooth. I finally broke my losing streak.
You can figure out how this ends up.
Side note I: I have a way for the Airlines to get themselves out of their precarious financial situation they find themselves in: Sell seats to International Playboys next to fly girls for a premium.
Hell, I would drop heavy scratch if they would sit me next to fly girls on each flight.
To the airline industry: Yes, I do accept thank you cards.