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How To Deal With Girls That Are Sexting You

If you are anything like me, and you swoop mass amounts of fly girls in this day and age, you are bound to get mass girls “sexting” you non-stop (many times accompanied by racy photos). I mean, let’s face it, the 18-26 year old girl set is “sexting bonkers” nowadays. Right?

You know, like the text message I got this morning:

“I am in bed soooo w*t thinking about you. you were in my dreams last night”

Or the one I got mid day during a biz lunch from another girl:

“Taking a hot steamy bath, I cant stop thinking about you and your b** ****”

Or the one I got later in the afternoon from another girl:

“As expected…I’m soaking w*t thinking about us the other night”

Or the one I got a few minutes later from another girl:

“I am addicted to your s*x…this is bad…I guess I am going to grab my toy”

Or the one…you get the broken picture.

(Side note: It is not really my language to use the word “sexting”, but in an effort to make more people understand where I am coming from, I sometimes use mainstream vernacular.)

So how is a G supposed to respond to these “sext” messages, you ask?

Great question.

You should ignore it.

“Average guy”, and “above average guy”, even “pretty damn smooth guy” hell, even “Top 1% of Players Worldwide guy” would, of course, start “sexting” back and play into her hands (so to speak).

But what good is that really going to do?

G’s like real swooping, not “sexting”.

And as you should know by now, over here at The G Manifesto, we take a contrarian approach to life.

So, don’t respond.

(Side note II: When I say “over here at The G Manifesto, we take a contrarian approach to life” I really mean we take a contrarian approach to “modern day” life. We really just do what Men have been doing for the last 10,000 years up until “men” started acting like girls, which was started about, say, 1997-2000 or so, in case you were wondering.)

Anyways, after a few hours or more of non-responding, shoot something to her like:

“Ok, meet me at 10pm for dinner and claret at the fountain in the Piazza. Remember, high heels and a skirt.”

Smooth.

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Update:

Great interview with Kyle Bass on Sovereign Crisis, Japan, Gold and Guns:

I have to hand it to him, he does a good job of subtlety slapping around the chick interviewer.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Patrice Rushen – Forget Me Nots

Christian Audigier The Nightclub – CLOSED

I can’t believe I hadn’t heard about this before one of my droogs just sent this to me:

Christian Audigier The Nightclub has closed.

(I guess it happened back when I was slugging it out on the cobbles of Riga, Latvia with big bald headed hoods in leather jackets, and swooping fly girls.)

Anyone who has been following The G Manifesto knows I have been waging a one man War against glittery shirts and rhinestones for a few years (like I waged a one man war against the multi-colore striped Mortgage Broker button down shirt before it).

I guess it is another victory, you can’t get with me, so pick a B.C. date, because your history.

The Age of Elegance is coming. (Or returning, depending on how you are looking at it).

That is, it’s coming if we want to get out of this mess we are in.

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In other news, Simon Black has a great article about exactly what I was talking about at lunch today with a friend over some imported jamon iberico and a glass of red with a couple of smokes thrown in for good measure.

One thing is for sure: It is going to be a long, hot summer.

Some gems:

Now, clearly there are a lot of disgruntled Americans. There’s a lot of anger… even class tensions. The OWS movement is emblematic of this sentiment for sure, but in terms of taking action, most people still believe in the political process.

All of their angst and negativity will be taken out in the voting booth. Until then, it’s the calm before the storm. But the unfortunate reality is that no matter which way the 2012 election turns out, chaos will ensue.

If President Obama wins a second term, many conservative Americans will have reached their breaking points. If a republican candidate should win, a huge portion of Americans will feel they have lost their champion.

No matter what, though, people will quickly realize that absolutely nothing has changed. They’ll recognize that the insolvency of the United States government is a simple arithmetic problem; that social security is bankrupt; that the Treasury Department is a giant Ponzi scheme; and that there is. no. recovery.

For now, Americans are still investing in the political process. Come next year, though, all the hope that’s building up will turn quickly into disappointment… and then anger. Then they’ll take that anger to the streets.

This is what happens when governments go bust. It’s happened numerous times throughout history, and it’s playing out right now from Greece to Argentina.

Social unrest becomes commonplace. Governments engage in financial repression, giving rise to asset seizures, inflation, and capital controls. Militarized police states categorize ordinary citizens into combatants and non-combatants. Collateral damage becomes an acceptable risk. Society turns on itself, and crime rates soar.

Watching the farce of America’s political theater play out, it’s clear that this ticking time bomb will go off after Election Day 2012. As polarized as voters are, and as dismal the federal balance sheet is, there’s little chance of society keeping it together afterwards.

What’s happening right now is merely an overture… and you can mark a date on your calendar for when the real fun begins.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Tupac – Me Against The World

Somebody Down There Hates Me

Over at The G Manifesto, we try to focus on the positive aspects of The Life of an International Playboy. You know, the Custom Suits, the Travel, the Fly Girls, the Nightclubs, the Smoking, the Boxing, the Racetracks, the Drugs, the Booze, the CASH, the Grinds, the Topless Beaches, and the overall style of being a Gentleman of Leisure.

However, as the most prolific writer on The International Playboy Lifestyle on the Internet, I feel compelled to let younger up-and-coming G’s on the rise know about some of the downsides of The Life.

When you choose this Life (or more realistically, this Life chooses you) you take some heavy beatings.

Also, you will have a tough time relating to people outside the Life (which is almost everyone).

Even more treacherous though, is the jealousy and envy that will be coming from your “friends”, your camaradas and enemies.

Don’t let it get you down, young G.

Keep punching. And look out for number one.

Success is a great revealer; you really get to know who stands with you and who doesn’t.

Because, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers.

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(The fact that this is written for probably, at most, 20 people in America is not lost on me.)

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Littles feat. Prodigy – 4 My Niggas

Real Hip-Hop: Apathy and Action Bronson

After posting that review on Drake’s (AKA The Hugh Grant of Hip-Hop) New Album, we got to take it back to the streets:

Now this is what I am talking about to wash the Drake off.

This track is serious. Apathy and Celph Titled on a DJ Premier beat:

“My prestige is presidential I’m prevalent when you pressing the pressure, preppy, I’m preppin my pistol”

“Stop What Ya Doin” Apathy ft. Celph Titled (Prod. by DJ Premier)

This track is dark and dirty too:

Apathy “Check To Check” (Official Video) – Honkey Kong

This one comes correct too:

You remember Da Beatminerz from Smif-N-Wessun’s Dah Shinin’, right?

Apathy – Peace Connecticut – produced by Da Beatminerz

Here is some Action Bronson:

This guy doesn’t play around at all. This is some real New York Hip-Hop.

Action Bronson – “SHIRAZ”

Action Bronson – Imported Goods

This beat is tight:

1982 ft Action Bronson

Action Bronson – ‘Brunch’

Latino Beat:

Action Bronson – Mofongo

Special Bonus:

Diabolic feat. Immortal Technique – Frontlines (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Drake who?

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In financial news:

Morgan Stanley Smith Barney, the world’s largest brokerage, was fined $1 million by the Financial Industry Regulatory Authority for charging excessive markups and markdowns on bond transactions.

The firm was also ordered to pay $371,000 in restitution and interest to customers, Finra said today in a statement. The brokerage charged “higher than warranted” markups and markdowns, as much as 13.8 percent, on corporate and municipal bond deals, Finra said. In settling the claims, Morgan Stanley consented to the findings without admitting or denying wrongdoing, Finra said.

Source

You have to watch those big firm bond markups.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Drake’s Take Care Album Review by Big Ghost

Big Ghost Drops a classic review on Drake’s new album:

Ayo fuck this nigga b. First off…this nigga gotta stop wit this lonely mobster image he tryin to portray these days yo. This nigga said this shit was bout him feelin like he a king tho. Son said “I used to stare at this world through a glass window and, like, two to three years later, I become a king in that world. That’s who’s sitting on that cover…” They give this nigga a muthafuckin goblet n a table for one witta candle n a bronze owl n now he runnin rap? Nigga ya respect from ya peers is as deep as the success you got in the mainstream. Aint nobody in rap lookin up to you like that cos you dope. Your success is whats dope to these niggas son. King tho? Fuck outta here b.

1. Over My Dead Body – A forreal….this sounds like the soundtrack to some Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants type shit son. I forget who the broad he got singin the hook on this muthafucka is…but i think its Renee Zellweger or some shit. I feel like Im inside a Barnes & Noble or a Starbucks b… This joint is more light in the ass than the fushigi gravity balls you see in those infomercials at 3 in the mornin son. But yo…how the first words that this nigga got the nerve to utter on this muthafuckin album gon be “I think I killed errybody in the game last year man”? Pardon me son? Word? You mean the same year that Kanye dropped another classic album in…while yo overrated ass uhhh….DID NOT? That year b? You mean the year when niggas predicted you was gon do a milli the first week out n you did 450k instead…n then a few days later Eminem dropped n he did like 750k in HIS first week n kept YOU from gettin back to the top of the charts? The same year that Em n Jigga won all the Grammys YOU was spose to take home? THAT year son? Oh.

2. Shot For Me – I dont even know what to say b. Like forreal…after hearin this shit…I wouldnt be surprised if this nigga could pollinate a flower wit his fuckin breath son. Im pretty sure that son gets up in the morning n plays his harp for his cats n then slides down the muthafuckin banister in his satin man nightie n has a full glass of breast milk before he goes to the studio n hammers out some pooned out shit like this b. Sons talkin to a broad thru the whole song on some bitter shit n at one point the nigga even says “The way you walk…thats me. The way you talk…thats me. The way you got your hair up…did you forget? Thats me” Son… Thats you? Aight then… But the boy aint done yet yo…at the end of the joint he proposes a toast. This is how that shit go…

4. Crew Love (ft The Weeknd) – Ayo I been startin to accept that maybe ALL these joints is gon be bitchmade son. Truth is I fucks wit The Weeknd tho b. The music on this shit aint that bad…but it aint really no kinda beat namsayin. But then here come Young Angel talmbout havin “soldiers” n niggas “who came up off the strip” for him n “come up off the hip” for him if he need em to. I mean……jus stop that shit son. Niggas kno ya pedigree b. Like you wasnt the little nigga ridin ponies n doin cartwhels in the backyard livin that upperclass suburban life before you became a Canadian teen soap opera star n shit b. Now you the nigga tuckin napkins in ya shirt while you eat cos you “mobbin like that” n orderin hits on niggas who disrespect you…jus stop it Aubrey. Son said “I think I like who Im becoming…” Im sayin the boy Aubs is startin to feel hisself a little too much b. Anyways son…when I thinks of Crew Love I think bout Beanie Sigel movin J Cole’s mentor out his way so he could body the fuck outta a glorious ass beat while Jiggaman in his prime delivers a hook that sticks to ya ribs namsayin. Thats what Im gon always think of son…

Here is his wrap up:

So thats the whole album son…or what Im gon refer to as that cascading waterfall of invisible dicks that sons fans call his music. Swear this nigga got the most forgiving fans on earth tho b. The nigga gets that exotic budgie tatted on his shoulder…”Nah chill…he jus doin him son”. The nigga drops a million odes to savin broads…”Ayo chill…son jus tryna live par”. The nigga starts rockin sweaters from 1983 Sears catalogs n shows up to awards shows wearin grandmother cardigans made from old sofas…”Nah chill…son jus stayin tru to hisself”…Im sayin b…the nigga could show up at a awards show wearin a unitard n niggas would still be like…”Jus let that nigga do him….he jus doin him son”. Yall muthafuckas should be ashamed of yallselves tho….for lettin it come to this shit in the first place namsayin. Yall LET this niggas get to the top like that. Im talkin to niggas who emcee too. Yall done allowed this nigga to come in the door…n now he done opened the floodgates to a million other soft ass muthafuckas jus like him son. Ayo nobody disrespected Father MC n Candyman like that back in the day b. Them niggas was makin careers outta droppin soft ass shit too. Dudes aint try to crush they whole existence or nothin…but niggas aint exactly say “Ayo Father MC n Candyman yall niggas should be showin the rest of us muthafuckas what direction to take Hip Hop in yo…”. But I dont even blame Drake b. That nigga SHOULD be able to have his lane. Its all good son. I hate that niggas music n he definitely that corny nigga at the club who pops open a bottle of champagne n then sniffs the cork…but he allowed to follow his dreams b. But yall niggas put that muthafucka on a pedestal. Like I said b…I dont blame Aubrey tho. Drake is what happens when ya son is conceived during a period week namsayin. That nigga was jus conceived on the wrong end of a menstrual cycle yo. These niggas gon always exist bruh. But I aint no follower son. If I dont like some shit…I dont jus rock wit it cos thats what broads be listenin to… n cos I want broads to be feelin me. Thats like sprayin yaself wit perfume jus cos chicks be enjoyin that shit…Yall effeminate ass niggas smarten up. Niggas always callin Drizzy homo tho. Im sayin yo…I dont think thats even the case b. N if it was…I aint judgin the nigga based on none of that yo. I mean…maybe son is kinda homo-esque. But either way par…this niggas masculinity been terminally ill for a hot minute now…that shits been on life support since Thank Me Later dropped b. But Im sure that muthafucka done kicked the bucket forreal wit this album son. If you niggas cop retail versions of this shit dont forget to take the cd in for a yearly pap smear b. Ayo fuck this shit son. Aight peace.

By the way yo…Imma give this shit…

1 Zeus Slap outta 5

or

5 Drake Pinky Salutes outta 5

Take ya pick b.

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I have to agree 100%, this Drake album is un-listenable.

His demographic is definitely 14-25 year old women.

So if you are a man and you are sliding down the ave bumping Drake, you better check yourself.

This Just Blaze beat is on point like a Kershaw Leek Knife with SpeedSafe though:

Of course Drake drops some airball lines:

“They take the greats from the past n compare us…I wonder if theyd ever survive in this era”

“Im hearin all of the jokes…I kno they tryna push me…I kno that showin emotion dont ever mean Im pussy”

Should have given that beat to Clipse.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Here is real “Crew Love”: