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The G Manifesto Awards, The Best of 2009

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Here are the 2nd G Manifesto Awards. The 1st G Manifesto Awards, are here: The G Manifesto Awards, The Best of 2007. I missed 2008 as I was busy swooping girls and had a little street War to contend with at the time. (Also check out the Outlook for 2008, where I was like the Nouriel Roubini of this Game s*it, of sorts).

Again, these Awards are places or things that I have been to or experienced in 2009. So don’t get itchy if your local nightclub in Cleveland doesn’t make the list.

Best International Nightlife City: Buenos Aires. Sure the place is slightly overrun by Bankers and everyone is starting to go there, but the nightlife, fly girls, hours of operation, Vino and steaks make the place worthwhile.

Best US Nightlife City: New York City. Hands down. Honestly, though, it is more by default. Still, I have never been on VH1, but I Love New York.

Best Gentleman’s Club City: Las Vegas. Where else can you pull three fly exotic dancers out of a club before the ice starts melting in your first Goose and Soda?

Personally, being Beyond Undefeated in Las Vegas doesn’t hurt my opinion of the place. Notwithstanding, the Ed Hardy shirts, which is saying a lot.

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Best Comeback City: New Orleans. My love affair with New Orleans is well documented. This year was the first year since Katrina where the swagger seemed to return. Do as a G does; visit often and drop CASH.

Best High-Action City: Tijuana, Mexico. I wouldn’t exactly call it a love affair with Tijuana, but I have spent mad time there and turned mad dollars there. The place is actually a lot safer now than the papers would lead you to believe.

Best Gentleman’s Club: The Rhino. Still the Idol, the highest title, and numero uno like Special Ed.

Best Day Game City: Buenos Aires. The volume of fly girls for Street Game makes it hard to ignore.

Best Beach Locals: The Somali Pirates. These guys made the boys from The North Shore and The Bra Boys seem tame. They made mad dough, raged hard, protected their coast, swooped mad girls and even caused real estate bubbles in other countries. Hell, I have been seriously considering rolling down there and joining the fun. I wonder if there are some un-crowded points to be had to the brain?

Best International Restaurant: Restaurante Arzak in San Sebastian. Spain is really kicking out the best grinds right now. And Restaurante Arzak is top rank. I am frothing at the mouth thinking about it. Will be there again in May.

Best US Restaurant: Galatories. The best goddamn restaurant in America. I love how they even make President’s wait for a table.

Me?

I get top tier service.

Honorable Mention: Gramercy Tavern. I have to include this spot because of the first class treatment, pro-bono wine pours and the sweet breads. Nothing about it the meal was “so-so”, more like “fabuloso”. Additionally, I was politicking with this fly chick and digging her moves because she smooth and she choose to pay dues.

Best International Hotel: Four Seasons Hotel George V, Paris, France. Decadence since 1928. I really like the indoor pool surrounded by tromp l’oeil murals of the Versailles gardens.

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Best US Hotel: The Waldorf Towers, New York. The one bedroom Grand suites with the separate entrance are style and elegance defined. They are not cheap (about 5k), but they really do pay for themselves.

Best Fight: Juan Manuel Marquez VS Juan Diaz. Marquez proves once again how he is The G in a come from behind devastating knockout of an 80’s baby.

Also worth mentioning: Marcos Maidana destroying Victor Ortiz, Miguel Cotto’s gutsy win over Josh Clottey and Manny Pacquiao’s defeat of Miguel Cotto (fight was more competitive than many would believe).

Most Masterful Performance: Floyd Mayweather, Jr. VS Juan Manuel Marquez.

Best Blog: Roissy in DC. I would have said The G Manifesto, but that would have seemed rigged, right? In all seriousness, Roissy kicked out gem after gem almost every day of the year and truly transcended.

Best Forum: RooshV Forum. If you like traveling and swooping fly foreign girls, then this is your forum.

Best Blog to Book: “A Dead Bat in Paraguay” by RooshV. Here is the review: Roosh V’s New Book: A Dead Bat in Paraguay

Fighter of the Year: Manny Pacquiao. Nothing really else needs to be said.

Upset of the Year: 4-1 Underdog Sugar Shane Mosley’s destruction of Antonio Margarito. Shane fought a perfect fight, great jab, perfect straight right over the top, fought dirty and fought at the perfect distance. Ring Generalship personified.

Greatest Loss: Arturo Gatti. Alexis Arguello. Vernon “The Viper” Forrest. Sol Price. Rest in Peace.

Best Movie: Rise of the Footsoldier. Best movie of the Decade, in fact.

Best Hip-Hop Album: Four way tie. Wale’s Attention Deficit, AZ’s Legendary, Clipse’s Til the Casket Drops, Raekwon’s Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… Pt. II

Best Hip-Hop Track: I Hate My Job, Cam’ron. Nothing captured 2009 better than Cam’s “recession rap” track when most American’s were coming out with a pitiful rookerful of money.

Funny too.

Ayo I’m lookin’ for a job, ain’t nobody hiring,
Then I ask the boss, “when y’all doin’ firing?”

Great sample from Barbara Mandrell’s “Sleeping Single In A Double Bed”.

Best Break out Hip-Hop Artist: No, not Asher Roth or Drake. It’s Black Milk. “Losing Out” was enough to do it.

Best Soul Track and Album: Maxwell – Pretty Wings and BLACKsummers’night. The cat was gone for eight years. No wonder this decade was terrible. Come to think of it, anyone seen D’Angelo?

Side note: Keep an ear out for Sade’s Soldier of Love on 2010.

Best Artist: Doze Green. Reach out to me, I want to hook some pieces.

Best Actor: Mike Tyson in The Hangover.

Best Actress: Not sure. Probably some P0rn girl.

Best US Race Track: The Del Mar Racetrack. Once again, The Del Mar Racetrack is Southern California’s saving grace.

Best Heist: The Dinnertime Bandit said it best, “Without a shadow of a doubt, the $65 million heist in London in August. They weren’t the most intelligent criminals, but for absolutely balls, and thinking big, they get the rewards.”

Woman of The Year: Ashley Alexandra Dupré. It is truly amazing how this girl has kept her mouth shut (so to speak) for the entire year. She deserves all the props in the world, and a shining beacon of hope for her self-absorbed peers of her generation.

Honorable Mention: Sonia Sotomayor

G of the Year: Joaquín Guzmán Loera. No one did it bigger in 2009 than “El Chapo”. Untouchable like Elliot Ness. Hell, he even came in at #701 on Forbes’ list of richest people in the world with an estimated net worth of $2 billion. A low estimate if I have ever seen one.

Till next year.

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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
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Great question. I am glad I asked it.

If you are me, you make a bunch of sandwiches, throw them in a backpack, head to the roughest neighborhood in city and hand them out to the homeless. Custom Suited Down, of course. Smoking street grits for maximum style points.

Giving back to The People. People’s Champ Style.

I actually do this type of stuff periodically. I don’t talk about it much, because I am not looking for any “credit”, but I thought it would be a good idea to let the Younger G’s out there know how to get down.

Always give back to the less fortunate.

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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

Back Down Memory Lane by Minnie Riperton

Person of The Year 2010

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Lately, I have been just slipping, sliding, gliding, lowriding and realizing.

When I wrote Orange County’s Top Bachelor, it reminded me on how many of these media “hype machine” created “players” I have defeated over the years.

Musicians, Actors, and Athletes have not been spared. I have named some names (re-read The G Manifesto) but for me to rip the lid off, a publisher has got to come at me like they came at Gary Vaynerchuk. 7 figs min.

Hell, with all the noteworthy scalps I have, I was mildly shocked that Time Magazine didn’t ring me up for Person of The Year, instead of Ben Bernanke.

Maybe they don’t have my cell (I do change numbers very frequently, and I am thinking seriously of ditching cell phones all together).

But that’s neither seared foie gras on the menu or a fly Nightlife Princess to attend to.

To kick it real, I have probably done more good for the economy than Bernanke. I have dropped heavy dough this year on fast living, fast women and umm, fast women. The rest I just squandered.

The more that I think about it though, I have been spending CASH in “emerging markets”; that is on swooping fly foreign girls.

So, even though Bernake is setting us up for even worst economic failure. I guess he can have the award.

Because, it’s like that, you know it’s like that, I got at him, now you never get your girl back.

All jokes aside, Manny Pacquiao should have won “Person of The Year”.

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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

It was only a matter of time before Tiger got his hip-hop shouts. Thanks to T over at http://therawness.com/ for putting me up on the track.

Maino – Tiger

Sol Price, G Manifesto Hall of Fame, Rest in Peace

Sam Walton: Made In America

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Sol Price, a retail magnate who three decades ago altered both the American landscape and the American way of shopping by founding Price Club, the first nationwide members-only discount warehouse, died on Monday at his home in La Jolla, Calif. He was 93.

With Robert, Mr. Price started the first Price Club in 1976 in a cavernous former airplane parts factory in an unfashionable part of San Diego. The business, which offered consumer goods as varied as tires, books and household appliances at extremely low prices, proved to be the leading edge in the multibillion-dollar influx of discount big-box stores, among them Costco, BJ’s Wholesale Club and Sam’s Club.

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I am a couple of days late on this story, as I was busy swooping fly girls in the Caribe, getting mad shoulder rubs, while puffing on Marlboro Gold’s.

I was deeply saddened by the news of Mr. Price’s passing, as I have some ties to the family. My heart goes out to them.

A True G, top tier biz cat, Democratic powerhouse and always gave back. And did it with Style. People’s Champ if the ever was one.

The main lesson from him: Keep overhead to an absolute minimum.

You know your G when Sam Walton bites your steez:

One of the chief beneficiaries of Mr. Price’s legacy, Sam Walton, acknowledged the debt in his 1992 memoir, “Made in America” (Doubleday, 1992; with John Huey). Mr. Walton, the founder of Wal-Mart and Sam’s Club, wrote, “I guess I’ve stolen — I actually prefer the word ‘borrowed’ — as many ideas from Sol Price as from anybody else in the business.”

Rest in Peace.

Sam Walton: Made In America

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The Rest is Up to You…

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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

Frank Sinatra – Fly me to the moon

Orange County’s Top Bachelor

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I hate Orange County.

But that is neither Chronic Haze nor Rival’s Graves.

Let me tell you a little story:

A few years ago, I knew a cat that was voted Orange County’s Top Bachelor by the major weesh Orange Curtain publication. Cover shot, full color spread, article, you know, the works.

And truth be told, the guy had some Game. Smooth cat, strong swoop resume (albeit local), flipped bricks on the low, successful legitimate brick and mortar biz, fly crib in Newps, fat pocket etc.

But that is really the whole thing; just because someone has Game doesn’t mean they can go up against your humble author. I have made a career out of treating even legit “players” like Manny Pacquiao treated Ricky “The Hitman” Hatton.

Anyways, unfortunately for Orange County’s Top Bachelor, I didn’t really like him.

One night I saw his main girl (fly, rich, smart, parents with cribs on Spyglass and Lido Isle etc) at a bar in CDM.

I Cold Swooped her cold.

Had a full relationship with the girl; first kiss, first swoop, argument, got back together, and break up, all taking place in under 6 hours.

G Manifesto Tip: Always collapse time frames.

The papers the next day read: Michael Porfirio Mason KO over Orange County’s Top Bachelor.

Once Orange County’s Top Bachelor found out I swooped his girl and twisted his wig, he tried talking trash about me. I approached him like a an old-school Gentleman. He backed down.

Now, I come from the streets, the underworld and the boxing world. So my question is this:
If I defeat Orange County’s Top Bachelor, doesn’t that make me Orange County’s Top Bachelor?

Shouldn’t that crappy publication come calling to me and throw me on the cover? (I would respectfully decline, of course.)

Either way, I have one more question for “players” that go against me:

Would you rather be cremated or buried?

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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

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