There are a lot of issues in the upcoming election: Jobs, Taxes, The Economy, (Lithium) Wars, Healthcare, Energy, Environment, Schools, National Security, Immigration, Veterans, Witches, Aqua Buddhas, Fascism, Puppet Politicians, Corporate Socialism, our “fake” Free Market, Nationalism, Foreign Military Bases, Freedom, Erosion of Human Rights, Money Junkies and Power Junkies that need a “hot shot”, Agflation, Modern day Wall Street Robber Barons, The Sell-off of America, Maintaining our Global “Empire”, Suppression of the Arts, Terrorism, disintegration of quality through corporations like Walmart, worthless College Diplomas, The Federal Reserve heisting the Middle Class through Inflation and transferring wealth to Wall Street, Cronyism, Corruption, and Weed to name a few.
The sad this is, no matter which political party wins big, we are all still screwed. (And we will continue to be until all political parties are abolished and the bloody heads of The Corporatocracy are hoisted up on pikes, but that is another story for another time).
This all being said, I make all my voting decisions on one issue.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
I am literally amazed by the amount of open fly girls on the streets. High heels. Cobblestones. Short Skirts. Cold.
I approach five different girls and get two sets of numbers. Decent. (I will get more into Street Game in Riga a little later.)
Get some work done, take a little Vampire Nap and head out into the cold and beautiful evil that is nighttime in Riga.
I have some decent Data Sheets of bars I accumulated from some people and I decide to check them out.
It’s Wednesday night, and Riga seems curiously dead. I check out three or four spots that were recommended to me, and they all turn out to be airballs. (Typical, as not everyone comes through with the bulletproof Data Sheets like The G Manifesto. My Riga, Latvia nightclub/bar Data Sheets coming soon.)
I grab a Kebab and switch up my buzz. As I walk down the main street, two pretty fly girls check me out and step to me in transition.
“How are you?” I say.
“Why you speak in English?”, one of the fly girls says.
“I am from California. American.” I respond.
“Oh, good.” Both Latvian/Russian girls say. Although the reaction is more of a “Oh, good.”, like “Ok“. Not a pre-George Bush “Oh, good.” which ment “Cool, I am really interested in getting to know you and swoop you”.
The trap is set.
Let me back up a minute:
I had heard before about the scams in Riga where girls try to get you to go to a bar and then you get overcharged, but I am not thinking about this now.
So you don’t fall victim to this one, here is how the scam goes down:
1. Fly girls step to you, and invite you to a bar that they like.
2. You get mad overcharged.
3. You argue about the bill.
4. Russian Thugs jump you and beat you senseless until you give up your PIN #.
Smooth scam. And I fell for it. And I was even warned about it previously.
But then again, I am the perfect “Mark” for a scam such as this as my Ego is huge and two fly girls stepping to me happens all the time, so it didn’t give off any red flags.
Here is another thing about me: Money has very little value.
I am a complete moron when it comes to money. I have had a certain ability to make it my whole life, but I have also hadan equal ability to lose it. Sort of like Mike Tyson.
In the spirit of this, I didn’t even bother to check out the exchange rates between Latvian Lats to USD before I rolled out for the evening.
And for some reason, I was thinking in my head it was 2 USD to 1 LVL. But in reality it is 1 LVL to .5 USD.
So these girls were showing me around and we got some food and drinks. When I got the bill, I noticed it was a little expensive, but not knowing the exchange rates, I was actually doubly hustled.
(I found this out the next day. Oh well. I will Charge it to The Game. You can keep the change, but I got to hold on to my receipt.)
After partying with these girls for a while, I end up ditching them for some other fly girls and end up raging till 6am. I think I actually got scammed again, but didn’t realize it again. Full idiot move.
I have said it before and I will say it again; I have forgotten more dope moves than most top ranked International Playboys will ever learn.
Here is a dope move, with plenty of style and dash, that I recently remembered, when a couple of cats recently asked me the best way to swoop Gentleman’s Club Waitresses. As we all know, at certain Gentleman’s Clubs, the waitresses can be the flyest girls in The Gentleman’s Club.
This move is best performed on a “slow” night and kind of early.
Proceed to kick up your handmade loafers at the bar, get a couple high-end Vodka Sodas, ignore the girls dancing, Number Crunch, and make some small talk with the other waitresses (not the target), Exotic Dancers, Bouncers, and the Bartender. Who knows, maybe buy some Beeks or Beans; just make sure you Lock the place down.
The above is all “the set up”; now for the move:
Very important: you have up until this time, completely ignored the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop.
Make sure, as you are making your exit, that you “time” it perfectly so you will pass the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop. This will make the move appear more organic and “free-range”.
Now, walk by the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop, and toss a $50 bill on to her tray, flash your dental work and say, “Take Care”. (A $20 should be good enough in a Down Economy).
Hold it a beat, as she is completely thrown off and has no idea what to say, and then walk out without saying another word.
Roll back into the Gentleman’s Club a few days later, take a seat at the bar and wait a few.
Pretty soon, the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop will come up to you smiling and laughing and say, “Hi, my name is Robin, what’s yours?”
Then pull out the sickle, the pick and the shovel and Game Up.
Side Note II:
I have never done this move on a “Civilian” waitress, although I believe it could work. Especially in “cash heavy” cities like Las Vegas or Miami Beach.
Fun Side note:
I have pulled this move off more than a few times. The last girl I did it to, who was really ill, actually got fired from her gig for choking out one of the bouncers on a dare. I think she was taking some self-defense/ju-jitsu classes or something.
Even so, I went 12-0 with 12 KO’s VS her in the bedroom.
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
The O’Jays perform “For The Love of Money” on Soul Train
I recently finished a pretty dope book called The Man Who Made It Snow by Max Mermelstein, which is about the guy who basically sunk the whole crew depicted in the movie Cocaine Cowboys; Jon Roberts and Mickey Munday. Mermelstein was also personally responsible for making $300 million for the narco-traficantes in The Medellin Cartel and brining in fifty-six tons of Cocaine into America. Essentially, the guy made it snow in Florida.
“I would sell five keys to some colombian for $30,000 a key, or a total of $150,000. By the next day the Colombian had adulterated my pure stuff, just off the plane by 20 percent, adding enough quinine or amphetamine (better known as speed) or inesitol (powdered vitamin B) to produce six cut keys. He sold the six kilos he had created, claiming it was “pure” stuff, for $30,000 a key, making a quick profit of $30,000 in a day or two.
Some other lowlife Colombian bought the cut key and made it into a key and a half by further adulterating it. Then he sold this hashed-up kilo and a half to black street dealers in measure of one-eighth of a “pure” key, selling twelve one-eights of a key and pocketing his profit.
The street peddlers took their one-eighth of a key and added more cut to double it to one-quarter key, then sold it on the street by the gram, a quarter key becoming 250 grams, for $80 to $100 a gram.
The money derived from the pure stuff we brought in from Colombia kept a huge coke-hungry army of dealers and petty pusher driving their fancy cars around the slums of America’s Cities.
Nobody closely associated with the cartel delt in anything less than multiple kilograms of coke straight from Colombia. We never even saw street peddlers. …and life was sweet”
Two main lessons from the book:
Never drive a car.
You can’t chase a paper trail if there is no paper.
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
I haven’t really been keeping up with these as I have been busy swooping fly girls in Cartagena, and despite the description of the Heistman in the Hollywood heist, “The man, described as well dressed and with slicked-back hair”, and “smooth manner and debonair appearance” my ski mask has remained in my dresser drawer as of late.
Daring Heist at Poker Tournament in Germany
A heavily armed group stormed a poker tournament in a German luxury hotel Saturday afternoon and made off with a jackpot, a police spokesman said.
Several participants at the tournament in Berlin’s Grand Hyatt hotel were slightly injured when they panicked and fled following the daring afternoon heist, Carsten Mueller said.
German Poker Tournament Robbers Still on the Run
Mueller said four robbers in disguises forced employees to hand over money, and then managed to escape. Mueller declined to give details, including how much money the men got away with.
The jackpot for the tournament stood at euro1 million ($1.36 million), according to a European Poker Tour Web site. The EPT confirmed the heist on the event’s blog in an official statement, saying there had been ”an armed robbery executed by six men.” It was unclear why the number differed from the police count.
Four Seasons Robbery: Billionaire In Town For Oscars Robbed In Hotel
A well-dressed man who talked his way into a Florida sugar baron’s hotel room and stole tens of thousands of dollars worth of jewelry is believed to be the same person who pulled similar scams on a Mexican soccer team, a salsa band and an Israeli basketball team when they visited Los Angeles, police said Tuesday.
The man, described as well dressed and with slicked-back hair, posed as a Four Seasons hotel employee when he struck up a conversation in an elevator on Friday with Jose Pepe Fanjul and his wife, Emilia, according to police. Later that night, he showed up at the couple’s room and told them he needed to fix a problem with an air vent. After he left, they discovered more than $45,000 in jewels missing.
“I haven’t seen any pictures yet but I’ve had many calls and I’ve had a description, and his appearance and M.O. sounds very much like a man we’re calling Ricco Suave,” said police Lt. Paul Vernon.
Authorities gave him that nickname because of his smooth manner and debonair appearance, he said.
In a Hollywood-style heist, thieves cut a hole in the roof of a warehouse, rappelled inside and scored one of the biggest hauls of its kind — not diamonds, gold bullion or Old World art, but about $75 million in antidepressants and other prescription drugs.
The pills — stolen from the pharmaceutical giant Eli Lilly & Co. in quantities big enough to fill a tractor-trailer — are believed to be destined for the black market, perhaps overseas.
“This is like the Brink’s pill heist,” said Erik Gordon, a University of Michigan business professor who studies the health care industry. “This one will enter the folklore.”
The thieves apparently scaled the brick exterior of the warehouse in an industrial park in Enfield, a town about midway between Hartford and Springfield, Mass., during a blustery rainstorm before daybreak Sunday. After lowering themselves to the floor, they disabled the alarms and spent at least an hour loading pallets of drugs into a vehicle at the loading dock, authorities said.
“Just by the way it occurred, it appears that there were several individuals involved and that it was a very well planned-out and orchestrated operation,” Enfield Police Chief Carl Sferrazza said. “It’s not your run-of-the-mill home burglary, that’s for sure.”
Experts described it as one of the biggest pharmaceutical heists in history.
For 20 years, investigators have been chasing down hundreds of leads. They’ve interviewed countless witnesses all over the world, and still the central questions remain: where is the art and who did it?
What happened on March 18th, 1990 at Boston’s Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum? A a new portrait is now emerging about the famous heist, with some tantalizing details.
Investigators say at precisely 1:24 a.m., two men disguised as policemen knocked on the side door of the museum, saying they were called to look into a disturbance. The night watchman let them in.
Once inside, the thieves handcuffed both of the guards on duty, tied them up with duct tape and then, with free reign of the museum, they went to work.
But the question remains, who is behind the biggest art heist in history? Over the years there have been wild theories. Was it a fugitive mob boss? An eccentric art collector? Or just the work of local criminals?
“There are so many good suspects, it’s like an Agatha Christie novel where everybody’s sitting in the living room and everyone has a particular motive as to why they committed the crime,” says Kelly.
On the case for eight years, Kelly says DNA testing is now in play, but he won’t reveal details.
The Boston Globe reports that investigators may be analyzing the duct tape used to silence the guards. If there’s sweat on the tape, there’s a possibility of a DNA match, and the break investigators have been hoping for all these years.
The FBI has taken out ads, placing billboards on the highway, offering a $5 million reward for any information that leads to the safe return of the artwork.
There are two crimes in the matter: the actual theft of the artwork, for which the statute of limitations ran out in 1995.
And then, there’s the second crime: possession of stolen art. There is no statute of limitations on that, which is why the U.S. Attorney’s Office is now offering immunity. Prosecutors say if someone comes forward with the art, all will be forgiven.
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
Nobody Move Gimmie The Loot(Eazy-E and Notorious B.I.G)
