If you are not familiar with Gary Vaynerchuck, he is a cat that took a family liquor store from $5 million in sales to $50 million in sales using the Internet and social media. He also got a 7 sticks book deal. Not bad in a Down Economy.
His book is basically about using your passion in life to make money. The book gives some great advice on exactly how to do that and build your personal brand using social media.
This is a pretty remarkable time we live in. Younger G’s should appreciate it. You really can become anything you want to these days. Manifesto Destiny.
Why you should by this book:
1. If you are unhappy with your job and you would like to do something that you love doing.
2. If you want to learn how to turn your passion into a money maker.
3. You want to learn whats going down in the world today.
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’m lushin Russian women, via satellite I’m watchin
I dare a n-gga say he want to battle me, I’ll crush ya
Even blind girls rush next to Hammera and scream out
“Oh my gosh, get the camera
~ Slick Rick (w/Rae), Frozen
These Russian Models (FTV, FYI) are mad, mad fly and I’ve been running into them (so to speak) more and more on the international scene. The distinguishing feature about Russian women is they are women in every inch. They dress for men, they expect gentlemen to be gentlemen, and they don’t take any bullshit. Unlike other haute couture model types, these enigmatic girls have a unique modus operadi that I dig. Or maybe it’s the sinister accent. Maybe it’s the ice cold attitude.
So cold I need theraflu,
I’m so high I need parachutes,
I’m error proof, I’m never spooked,
and my suit, heaven blue.
Let me share with you some personal maxims I live by when swooping these krutay dorogaya’s… check the technique so you can come correct:
• You have to have G appeal. Scratch that, you have to be G… 24/7
• Always be a polite and well-mannered G. Real Russian women dislike men being rude and ill-bred.
• You are intimidated by nothing. Fearless. (Russian woman do not tolerate weesh suckas.)
• Thick bankrolls & pockets stuffed like Thanksgiving; ability to flash cash like Coltrane brass, but not sweatin’ it like trendsetting it. (side note: don’t count $$ in front of them — cream on the inside, clean on the outside.)
• Grits. Keep it pugilistic (or ballistic, in the case of my .38 snubby), ie. Must be able to kick-ass in a fight, because with girls this fly it’s gonna go down (frequently) with douchebags attempting to cramp your style.
• You have to be able to drink like a man, as in, you have to be able drink more vodka than a Russian Grizzly bear (and still be able to handle yourself). Zapoi.
• Russians, much like the French, have an admiration for outlaws, mafioso types and G’s.
• Your greatest strength is also your greatest weakness.
• Stay unpredictable (but thinking of a Master Plan, like Chilly Tee said, gotta keep ahead, gotta keep my head).
• Don’t supplicate (I’m not even sure that word exists in Russian vocabulary).
• Aggressive, yet mellow and cool.
They look at me as that cat that know how to box, know about glocks, know about runnin’ from cops and switchin’ up spots.
Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don’t see why — you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over
like a fat rat, but I understand — I’m a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don’t stop, it goes on, on, on, on
You see the shit don’t stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
lot of gear from everywhere that I’d like to share (yeah right!)
[MC Lyte]
A few years ago, I would sit back in my Base of Operations, kick up my Gucci loafers, spark up a Macaudo with my Dunhill lighter and stare at a big world map in my office.
Younger Prototype G’s, that I sometimes bankroll, would often stop by and ask me what all the different “pins” in each city were for. Most of the time, they would guess that the pins signified where I moved weight or places that I have heisted.
They were wrong. I used the pins to mark how many fly girls I had on my team in each city. (And by “fly girls” I mean, top tier Nightlife Princesses, Sophistos, Super Rich girls, Model girls. Essentially girls that even most high ranking players would settle down with. Furthermore, all of these girls I got on with really well).
That map was glorious in those days. I had like 10 pins in LA, 7 pins in NYC, 4 pins in New Orleans, 2 pins in DC, 3 pins in Chicago, 6 pins in San Diego, 5 pins in SF, 8 pins in Miami Beach, and 12 pins in Las Vegas. Top shelf all the way. And that’s just the mainland.
A funny confluence of events happened this year though. For some strange reason, that I still need to analyze, I stopped making connections with top flight girls. Sure I have still swooped plenty of fly girls, just not girls worthy of putting on my team (mostly, for personality reasons). Basically, I committed a cardinal sin; I stopped refilling my pipe.
On top of that, about twenty of these girls got married with some beta or closed up shop with some weesh guy. (I blame The Down Economy). In addition, I lost contact with many of these girls through many of my cell phone number changes. (I don’t use Facebook to keep in touch with girls, I am too old-school.)
Interestingly enough, as the worst decade ever comes to a close, I have a very slim team.
Time to rebuild.
Either way, the lesson to learn is: Always Drink Fresh Blood
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 wasn’t able to do my typical prediction on Manny Pacquiao VS Miguel Cotto as I was laying low in the badlands of Norte Baja and swooping girls in Tijuana. I actually watched Manny Pacquiao VS Miguel Cotto in a bar full of crazy Mexicans and have no idea of the commentary for the fight.
(In case you wanted to know, my prediction was Manny Pacquiao in a late round KO. Although, I would have said that Cotto at 3-1 wasn’t a bad bet).
Here are my post fight thoughts:
Manny Pacquiao is a living nightmare to fight. He leads, you punch and he punches more. It is very hard to beat a guy that triples your punch output.
Pacquiao has had an amazing career. Wins over Miguel Angel Cotto, Ricky Hatton, Oscar De La Hoya, Juan Manuel Marquez, Marco Antonio Barrera, and Erik Morales will do that to someone. Hell, he had an amazing career after coming on top of the Barrera and Morales wars.
The only way Cotto could have won was to: get out of the first three rounds unscathed (he didn’t), rough up and foul PacMan (he didn’t), work the body heavy (he did a little). Cotto is a little too much of a gentleman to execute the proper gameplan.
Pacquiao is The Bruce Lee of Boxing. No one has the in and out attack and rhythm of PacMan.
No one is more dangerous than Pacquiao in exchanges. If Cotto didn’t exchange and get knocked down early, the fight would have pretty even going into the 2nd half.
Pacquiao’s chin is legit. He got hit with some heavy shots and stood up to them. He also took some heavy body shots, which seemed to freeze him.
Cotto has gallons of heart and courage. He easily could have quit, but instead tried to switch his gameplan and tried to win the fight up until the end.
I have little doubt that the names Rustico Torrecampo, Medgoen Singsurat hold mad weight in the Gentleman’s Clubs of Thailand and the Philippines these days.
Mayweather VS Pacquiao is on like Vietnam. They should just split 50-50 and make it happen.
Mayweather can derail the Pacquiao locomotive, but the question is if his inactivity will hurt him.
Either way, this may be boxing’s last great fight. The 80’s babies have proven themselves irrelevant.
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
Manny Pacquiao vs Miguel Cotto: Pacquiao Highlights
“All the good guys are taken!”
“It is so hard to meet a good man!”
“Where are all the great guys?!”
(Disclaimer: I haven’t actually “heard” girls say this. I am not the shoulder to cry on and I have a very low threshold for rubbish. And my Psychosis and Ego are so out of control these days, if I hear a girl talking about other guys or men in general, I simply bounce like checks from Middle America in 2009. But either way, I am sure girls say this gibberish.)
To all the girls, news just in: there are good guys out there.
For one, I am single. Let’s look at my stats for a quick second. I have (again, not to be a flash bastard, just kicking the fountain of youth*):
• Youthful, brutally handsome good looks.
• A fat pocket. And I am liquid.
• A suit collection, second to maybe, Ozwald Boateng.
• A name that carries mad weight like a coke scale on the street, the beach, nightclubs and dope restaurants. Internationally.
• Great genetics and a full head of hair.
• Put girls in a deep sleep from Grape Street Watts to Watts Street, Soho.
• Class, Style and Dash.
• Since age 10, my team played to win.
• Strong Ambition since the days of Kahane. And some time in reform school to prove it.
• Undefeated in the bedroom. Somewhere around XXXX-0. Give or take a few hundred wins.
• Came out on top of The Ecstasy Wonder Gang Wars of the 90’s.
• Street smarts and flow multiple languages.
• A positive, down to earth, humble attitude.
• Hell, I even know like 40 different Zippo tricks.
The thing is, it is actually pretty easy to land a guy like me. And I think every guy I know will agree with me on this. All you girls need to do is this:
• Have timeless, striking, stunning, unique beauty.
• Be bisexual.
• Stay 21 years old forever.
• Have a father who is the richest businessman in your home country. 100 million give or take a mill here or a mill there.
• Be a smoker.
• Wreck shop in the kitchen.
• Historical family name. (Sure I come from a great family, but a generation ago, my family was letting off bombs on the streets of Belfast and the beaches of the Basque Country. I need to get some upward mobility out of the deal.)
• Be feminine and wear high heels and dresses. Always.
• Be able to do the splits and move your hips. Bonus points for being able to do back flips.
It’s really that easy.
The craziest thing about this is I have dated three girls in my life that actually met these criteria. But I was too young to settle down. Only time will tell if Sonny was right or wrong when he said “You only get three great ones”.
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
