What do I know except being married and being in love with my wife?
Not much - not saying that I know a lot about them - so don't much about them and not much about else. So starting from a point of ignorance I will dwell on something else that I don't know much about blithely, except I'm not too blithe, and am feeling a need for protein.
Have you ever felt the need for protein? You body saying, "Gimme some meat, lots of it". My body does say that, especially after a carb heavy meal - like which I had not too long ago - bagel, slice of banana bread and Soy White Chocolate Mocha. Body wants things like protein, sex, sleep. Let's forgo sex since those of you who know know that I am in a brahmacharya state, celibate as a num, so lets proceed to protein. Seekh Kabab (not shish since I am Punjabi and we call it seekh - for the metal skewer it's made on), Biryani and maybe Chicken Korma. Except there's nowhere to find all that - ugly looking, bad tasting mutations are sold in Indian restaurants, but I will refrain from talking about them today as today is not my day to fire tirades, all I can say is "they are bad - not like in badd like good or anything, genuine bad like in poor in all categories).
So I guess it shan't be protein - unless I do a KFC run and go for a 12 piece original with a side of coleslaw? But want something teaming with cardamom, ginger and other flavors and tastes. So maybe it's not protein, and it's definitely no sex, so I guess the body will have to settle for sleep.
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Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sex
Its that thing adults do and non adults wish to grow up for and the old ones wish they could.
Bang bang what's the big deal you ask?
Answer is the whole universe is the result of a Big Bang.
So no sex no universe, no you, no me, no consciousness of God or Devil.
So in unison say, "God give me the stamina and the interest to be a top of the line sex machine. A Ferrari of f*c*i*g if you would please" (India lovers could replace Ferrari with TataJag).
If you wanna to bang do a big bang (sung to the tune of "if you wanna ride, ride a white horse").
It's pretty cool to be an animal which makes you a hot man proving that banishing the primal, the animal might make a top Gandhian but not a roaring engine that makes you (and her) cross eyed with ecstasy as she (and you) find that doggie is a finer state of being than missionary.
Woof ........
And what's money for? Buying things, that's what for. So put some dynamite in your pelvis. Break that bed. Go through the drywall. Bring down the curtains. Dent the hood of your car - ass imprint on the nice car says a lot about a guy! Then go replace all those to do it all over again". Build a reputation with a bang so to speak.
Think of yourself as a mix of a sumo wrestler and a marathon runner - okay your wish if you wish to be a defensive 5 day test player, but I think slam, bang, action, fury, is what makes sport a major adrenalin rush, and if you think sex is not adrenalin I am sorry for you.
If you aren't hurting like you've been on a 15 mile hike, you haven't done it right, so before anything else go do it NOW. And then again, so you faint into a deep sleep. A mountain to climb, an ocean to part, a demon to slay, a tiger to play, a fire to walk on, a fantastic parantah to eat - on subject of eating please substitute your favorite dish here. It's that magic which happens when you unleash creativity and in throes of passion say, "Baa" At that time you've become a tiger and a goat and a man, all thanks to sex, and also thanks to me, otherwise you might not have paid notice to when you say Baa and if you do say Maa please do not pay notice to that as that might indicate an issue.
and by God I am telling you those who do versus who don't is the difference between kerosene and 94 octane - both can produce energy but one fires a little stinky stove the other makes an 8 cylinder go Vrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooom
Bang bang what's the big deal you ask?
Answer is the whole universe is the result of a Big Bang.
So no sex no universe, no you, no me, no consciousness of God or Devil.
So in unison say, "God give me the stamina and the interest to be a top of the line sex machine. A Ferrari of f*c*i*g if you would please" (India lovers could replace Ferrari with TataJag).
If you wanna to bang do a big bang (sung to the tune of "if you wanna ride, ride a white horse").
It's pretty cool to be an animal which makes you a hot man proving that banishing the primal, the animal might make a top Gandhian but not a roaring engine that makes you (and her) cross eyed with ecstasy as she (and you) find that doggie is a finer state of being than missionary.
Woof ........
And what's money for? Buying things, that's what for. So put some dynamite in your pelvis. Break that bed. Go through the drywall. Bring down the curtains. Dent the hood of your car - ass imprint on the nice car says a lot about a guy! Then go replace all those to do it all over again". Build a reputation with a bang so to speak.
Think of yourself as a mix of a sumo wrestler and a marathon runner - okay your wish if you wish to be a defensive 5 day test player, but I think slam, bang, action, fury, is what makes sport a major adrenalin rush, and if you think sex is not adrenalin I am sorry for you.
If you aren't hurting like you've been on a 15 mile hike, you haven't done it right, so before anything else go do it NOW. And then again, so you faint into a deep sleep. A mountain to climb, an ocean to part, a demon to slay, a tiger to play, a fire to walk on, a fantastic parantah to eat - on subject of eating please substitute your favorite dish here. It's that magic which happens when you unleash creativity and in throes of passion say, "Baa" At that time you've become a tiger and a goat and a man, all thanks to sex, and also thanks to me, otherwise you might not have paid notice to when you say Baa and if you do say Maa please do not pay notice to that as that might indicate an issue.
and by God I am telling you those who do versus who don't is the difference between kerosene and 94 octane - both can produce energy but one fires a little stinky stove the other makes an 8 cylinder go Vrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooom
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Hey, How're you doin'
Just saying hello.
No agenda.
Why must it always be reason based, why can't we just chill and chat? Otherwise it's too business like and we're aren't business associates or colleagues so the whole point is to shoot breeze.
So what's happening? Is work good? And what's going on at home?
I read this great line that goes something like, "there's no order in the universe so we need to adapt to chaos". Have you read "Breakfast of Champions"? It's by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Brilliant, funny, and heart breaking sad. He's at times America's conscience, no?
And last night this brilliant man, Dr. Parikh, said on the phone, "reason for tension is our attitude .... and ... the only way to be happy in marriage is to divorce oneself". Isn't that brilliant? I mean if you accept what is, and make the best with it then tension probably is mitigated by the effort dealing with reality. It's the conflict, the fight and not winning that causes tension. And though it's hard subjugating "Me" until that is done one is in a self created self centered vortex of self denial, self importance and that sure breeds tension.
Enough of that, what's with you? Do you like Shilpa Shetty's butt? Too flat, frankly, no one will call that a great ass. Bipasha has a top ass, no Mariah Carey or J Lo but still an ass to contend with. Aishwarya has no ass, no body - I mean yes she's flesh and blood and skin and bones but not made of sex appeal like Madonna or Kim Basinger - Kim is beautiful and sexy - remember 9 1/ 2 Weeks - or that woman Jharna (something) in Love in Nepal was a sizzler. Sizzler is also a dish in Bombay, which I have only had once, and liked it very much. Come to think of it it tasted brilliant. I know it had meat, but I don't remember what else was in it.
Was too jet lagged I guess. I went to India after 21 years. Wonder if I ever will go back again. Depends ...... firstly on living that long ..... Just saying, not that I am sick or anything but India is so far, and the time when I can think of traveling even farther.
It's been snowing again. I tried to upload photos to show you, but the up loader isn't working. But, it's been bone chilling cold and icy. There's black ice on roads you can't see but the car wobbles, and slides and nothing happens when you brake except skidding - though I feel grateful that I have a 4Matic which makes driving a bit easier, but it's still tough driving on mirror smooth roads.
Sunday we sponsored an event, and not knowing better I wore Snake skin Boots and a Leather Jacket, sans scarf or gloves, and almost froze. The cold seeped through the boots, from the soles and the top and the jacket wasn't warm enough, so now have to deal with getting used to winter boots and coats - problem is they're not sleek. Sleek Fur Lined Parka and Cold Resistant Boots (I don't even do Doc Martens) - blech!
Found there's a place in Van that serves Venison burgers! have you tried Venison? If its not gamy or tough it's fantastic. Been a long time since I've had it. Another thing I like is fried chicken. Even KFC.
Found that men who have sex more than 3 times a week are happier than men who don't but also they know the right women or woman!
See ya.
No agenda.
Why must it always be reason based, why can't we just chill and chat? Otherwise it's too business like and we're aren't business associates or colleagues so the whole point is to shoot breeze.
So what's happening? Is work good? And what's going on at home?
I read this great line that goes something like, "there's no order in the universe so we need to adapt to chaos". Have you read "Breakfast of Champions"? It's by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Brilliant, funny, and heart breaking sad. He's at times America's conscience, no?
And last night this brilliant man, Dr. Parikh, said on the phone, "reason for tension is our attitude .... and ... the only way to be happy in marriage is to divorce oneself". Isn't that brilliant? I mean if you accept what is, and make the best with it then tension probably is mitigated by the effort dealing with reality. It's the conflict, the fight and not winning that causes tension. And though it's hard subjugating "Me" until that is done one is in a self created self centered vortex of self denial, self importance and that sure breeds tension.
Enough of that, what's with you? Do you like Shilpa Shetty's butt? Too flat, frankly, no one will call that a great ass. Bipasha has a top ass, no Mariah Carey or J Lo but still an ass to contend with. Aishwarya has no ass, no body - I mean yes she's flesh and blood and skin and bones but not made of sex appeal like Madonna or Kim Basinger - Kim is beautiful and sexy - remember 9 1/ 2 Weeks - or that woman Jharna (something) in Love in Nepal was a sizzler. Sizzler is also a dish in Bombay, which I have only had once, and liked it very much. Come to think of it it tasted brilliant. I know it had meat, but I don't remember what else was in it.
Was too jet lagged I guess. I went to India after 21 years. Wonder if I ever will go back again. Depends ...... firstly on living that long ..... Just saying, not that I am sick or anything but India is so far, and the time when I can think of traveling even farther.
It's been snowing again. I tried to upload photos to show you, but the up loader isn't working. But, it's been bone chilling cold and icy. There's black ice on roads you can't see but the car wobbles, and slides and nothing happens when you brake except skidding - though I feel grateful that I have a 4Matic which makes driving a bit easier, but it's still tough driving on mirror smooth roads.
Sunday we sponsored an event, and not knowing better I wore Snake skin Boots and a Leather Jacket, sans scarf or gloves, and almost froze. The cold seeped through the boots, from the soles and the top and the jacket wasn't warm enough, so now have to deal with getting used to winter boots and coats - problem is they're not sleek. Sleek Fur Lined Parka and Cold Resistant Boots (I don't even do Doc Martens) - blech!
Found there's a place in Van that serves Venison burgers! have you tried Venison? If its not gamy or tough it's fantastic. Been a long time since I've had it. Another thing I like is fried chicken. Even KFC.
Found that men who have sex more than 3 times a week are happier than men who don't but also they know the right women or woman!
See ya.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I must do it - do it, do it, do it ....
I must.
No other way other than "I must".
If I don't I will be forgotten.
Minions and millions who just might otherwise stumble upon me will not if I don't.
What would that mean? To my ego, pride, sanity, sex drive? It could play havoc with them all - and I cannot allow that as without sex drive I am a non performing nincompoop which I cannot be as to perform is to be me so I must.
The show must go on so I must too - but the pressure, the anxiety - wish I felt the same when taking exams or studying for them - had I felt this way and acted on "Í must" I'd have been somewhere else rather than here - not that it's bad looking here, or bad smelling, it isn't - but I could've been an Actuary or a Professor of Math or a total son-of-a-bitch high flying Stock Broker, but that time and age "I Must" was for most things that my parents were against. Were your parents against your lets say horny activities? So what were your issues? Did you ever think of running away or killing your parents? And when did you realize that you were not really odd even though the world thought so - screw the world - them/ they always complain about stuff, I mean so what's the big deal about peeing in their pool - from the diving board? Youth, exuberance it all is cool.
It snowed last night - in big flurries - so it was like driving through a storm of cotton candy, not that that has anything to do with what you and I must do - actually this is about what I must do and I did. I had to come to work - I did. Snow lay like little tufts on grass and on top of roofs as I whizzed by because I must go to work and I did. Does that make me a noble person? I love to be nobility. A nice red robe, lots of land and serfs and to be called Lord. I liked those times - photos of them - women with bosoms popping out, but then I am told, I've read, that people and places smelled awful in middle ages - so I don't know if I like that as I am sensitive to smell, touch also, of course taste too, and who isn't turned on by beauty? So I am sensual and sensitive. Does that make me desirable?
Now all this is steering away from my most urgent MUST TASK - write my blog.
Writing a blog is an obsession, but a good one - as it means giving of myself freely. It means I am a good man with good motives.
And things I must make up to say, that will make me sound funny, witty, sexy, pretty, smart, deep - fuck all that - what should I say which will make people lap up my blog - 1,000 views, 476 comments. Should I talk about God, Sex, Money, Politics, Brothels?
I've not seen the inside of a brothel, not that I want to, how dare you think I'm a whore monger? It's like saying, okay never mind, you won't understand how it feels to be accused. Your parents never accused you? Not that you're my parent, but it's not good to accuse.
There still are holes in the floor toilets in Paris, I don't like them, having to squat and all.
I'm having trouble concentrating, but then everything is connected brothel, hole, Paris - it's all about human experiences in my case inexperiences with brothel, but I am a man, you are a man or a woman and it's all cool - why fight it, why can't we all get along - and the best way to get along with me is by writing to me asking me to write.
No other way other than "I must".
If I don't I will be forgotten.
Minions and millions who just might otherwise stumble upon me will not if I don't.
What would that mean? To my ego, pride, sanity, sex drive? It could play havoc with them all - and I cannot allow that as without sex drive I am a non performing nincompoop which I cannot be as to perform is to be me so I must.
The show must go on so I must too - but the pressure, the anxiety - wish I felt the same when taking exams or studying for them - had I felt this way and acted on "Í must" I'd have been somewhere else rather than here - not that it's bad looking here, or bad smelling, it isn't - but I could've been an Actuary or a Professor of Math or a total son-of-a-bitch high flying Stock Broker, but that time and age "I Must" was for most things that my parents were against. Were your parents against your lets say horny activities? So what were your issues? Did you ever think of running away or killing your parents? And when did you realize that you were not really odd even though the world thought so - screw the world - them/ they always complain about stuff, I mean so what's the big deal about peeing in their pool - from the diving board? Youth, exuberance it all is cool.
It snowed last night - in big flurries - so it was like driving through a storm of cotton candy, not that that has anything to do with what you and I must do - actually this is about what I must do and I did. I had to come to work - I did. Snow lay like little tufts on grass and on top of roofs as I whizzed by because I must go to work and I did. Does that make me a noble person? I love to be nobility. A nice red robe, lots of land and serfs and to be called Lord. I liked those times - photos of them - women with bosoms popping out, but then I am told, I've read, that people and places smelled awful in middle ages - so I don't know if I like that as I am sensitive to smell, touch also, of course taste too, and who isn't turned on by beauty? So I am sensual and sensitive. Does that make me desirable?
Now all this is steering away from my most urgent MUST TASK - write my blog.
Writing a blog is an obsession, but a good one - as it means giving of myself freely. It means I am a good man with good motives.
And things I must make up to say, that will make me sound funny, witty, sexy, pretty, smart, deep - fuck all that - what should I say which will make people lap up my blog - 1,000 views, 476 comments. Should I talk about God, Sex, Money, Politics, Brothels?
I've not seen the inside of a brothel, not that I want to, how dare you think I'm a whore monger? It's like saying, okay never mind, you won't understand how it feels to be accused. Your parents never accused you? Not that you're my parent, but it's not good to accuse.
There still are holes in the floor toilets in Paris, I don't like them, having to squat and all.
I'm having trouble concentrating, but then everything is connected brothel, hole, Paris - it's all about human experiences in my case inexperiences with brothel, but I am a man, you are a man or a woman and it's all cool - why fight it, why can't we all get along - and the best way to get along with me is by writing to me asking me to write.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Secrets to Get Rich (Revealed!!)
Lest a Non Indian scratch his or her head wondering what or who is a Deve. Answer is: Deve was a Prime Minister, which means head of the government, of India and has recently been accused by a Chief Minister (which means Governor in American) of an Indian State called Karnataka, which I have no idea what it means, but which is home to Bangalore which many of you know what that means - anyway Deve was accused of bringing down a government by using Black Magic - and since I am looking for quick fixes in life this soliloquy was born.
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That question (how to get rich) has vexed humanity since the two legged beings who mostly do it lying down discovered the concept of rich. It has vexed me from quite long ago, not when I am doing it though, at that time my concentration is total, as I firmly believe that multi tasking/ thinking in sexual situations should be limited to sexual matters, only - and by multi I am not condoning orgy. And I am also not recommending lying down, as that's not what makes us human – as "Ï do it missionary style, therefore I am human" is a stupid argument. Now that you know my moral and intellectual stand on sex we can proceed, however now I feel you all know me intimately, so if I blush it is because I am a modest Indian of traditional upbringing.
Who was the world's first rich man - in almost all probability it was a man? And how did he get rich?
That's the question I need answered and (need to) follow all methods, including getting Deve's magical powers working for me, 24/7/365. To bring down a government with magic is fantastic - Bush should've hired Deve to deal with Saddam rather than this expensive war.
Not to worry as there will be situations requiring change so Deve & Sons have a prosperous future ahead of them.
Was the first rich man (the one) who claimed he could cure the sick, or help hunters bag a big booty (not like "she got booty", but a plentiful hunt) - actually a promise of booty would also be enriching in all times as good booty is rare - but that's for another time, so was the first rich man a Pimp? Or was it a Guru, Shaman, Druid type chap?
Or was it a big, strong, brutal man who killed most animals so had most furs which he could then sell?
It could've been a brutal man with a band of guys (for whatever reason they banded) who captured the most fertile grazing pastures, growing fields and productive herds. And protected them by arming his band of guys so hunters would not hunt his herds and the landless would not eat off his land.
Brutal and strong would've been a big key because it was the time for survival of the fittest, so wimps and weenies did not live long. Results not excuses were the basis of making it, "I'm sorry I'm feeling down so I shan't be able to hunt today" did not resonate well for oneself, so the smart refrained from being lazy.
Somewhere along time it became evident that the fur guy wanted something from the land guy so barter started, and I'd love to know what the first negotiating was like - was it "give it or my club is bigger than yours so your brain will be jelly" - and then much to horror find that the other guy's club maybe be smaller but he has something else to pulverize you with so negotiating started. Then collaboration. Then systematic subjugation of those who needed furs and use of land and so forth. All that definitely based on top communication between two brawny* guys (*origin of the now famous paper towel).
Where did divine get into the picture at the early stage? Was it brawn and temperament, and being in a place where there was plenty of stuff to make tools and weapons with and loads of women for sex - I mean there's nothing divine without loads of women for sex, power was not the only point of the harem, which showed ability to protect and provide - but also a man with a harem had to be tactful, deceitful, charming, opportunistic - dealing with multiple women at the same time is not easy, 1 wife is like a staff of 930 militant union members - so that was the first politician. Ahh. Politico is a divine creation who fucks many!
So that you - with poor attention span - are with me so far, it's Guru, Pimp, Land/ Livestock owner, Hunter/ Trader, (in this category a guy who caught the most fish, and a marauder who pillaged forests for stuff like wood might fit), which then would've led to a Boss status which had to be the one who could cause most pain - so it had to have been the guy with most guys with weapons and with enough land to keep all those guys and weapons in one place. In one place would be important because that would mean identity.
In all cases it was brawn followed by timing or agility to act as opportunities were fleeting and competition deadly - like in real death being the result of losing. Life and living required consistent hard work, and a vigilant eye, which is being informed consistently so that would've been the genesis of education - "how did that man do it and I can't" - it took many years of study to find the answer was Cialis, so it proves education is necessary for coitus at a certain age or circumstance - in other words those who study are instrumental in getting themselves and people laid - that is not hypothesis, but a factual statement going by MTv spring break videos, and that Cialis exists.
Strength/ Stamina, Nimbleness, Hard Work, Communication, Education could be attributed to early man's riches. At least I am attributing that to that.
They worked then. They work now.
The Internet is ruled by oligopolies. Innovation is the key to survive (what happened to Atari by the way), 80 hour weeks are standard for the successful and new technologies connected India and China with the rest of the world with under sea fiber optic networks (which is quite major education behind technology) so that guys and dolls with accents can answer queries about your maxed credit cards with massive interest rates – the guy who figured usury is my hero.
So nothing has changed since cave days. One thing has. I can't drag Nidhi by her hair into my cave - firstly absence of cave, secondly Nidhi will kick my ass, and her parents and mine will be horrified at that brutality, my staff will lose respect for me, my customers, minus kinky one's, will leave in droves, and I will be in a shape worst than I am today, so no hair grabbing and cave dragging, as that will make me poorer and I will be asking, "How to be rich? Share your secret as I'm desperate to know, please. Give me Deve's number".
Actually I am asking that, now - see like many small companies mine's also under huge pressure from big, brawny, fast moving, hard working educated companies, so I really need Deve’s number to bring down Picasa and Flicker and become the world's only specialty printing and photo sharing company (black magic is necessary since I ain’t got the brain or brawn to take on those bastards). In lieu of Deve’s number cash (lots of it in a foreign currency since our dollar is hurting) should you decide you really need to do something really lovely for someone really lovely, which is YOU.
Help Vik (me), Help your Karma as the wise say, that could include a giving me a present of two pre paid programmers. So remember you're sending me your hard earned money for your own good - like voting for Jimmy (Carter) was.
One of the world's first rich definitely was someone who could con people to send cow, sheep, fish, woman, money just for asking. I am not that man, but I don't mind being that man, as long as I have your support. After all you do support men in robes – and I look lovely in robe of any color. What’s your preference?
In lieu of support buy my company so you can write such items on the Internet. Do something (for me). Get off you ass (for me), because a stationary ass don’t make money as the wise* (*me) say.
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That question (how to get rich) has vexed humanity since the two legged beings who mostly do it lying down discovered the concept of rich. It has vexed me from quite long ago, not when I am doing it though, at that time my concentration is total, as I firmly believe that multi tasking/ thinking in sexual situations should be limited to sexual matters, only - and by multi I am not condoning orgy. And I am also not recommending lying down, as that's not what makes us human – as "Ï do it missionary style, therefore I am human" is a stupid argument. Now that you know my moral and intellectual stand on sex we can proceed, however now I feel you all know me intimately, so if I blush it is because I am a modest Indian of traditional upbringing.
Who was the world's first rich man - in almost all probability it was a man? And how did he get rich?
That's the question I need answered and (need to) follow all methods, including getting Deve's magical powers working for me, 24/7/365. To bring down a government with magic is fantastic - Bush should've hired Deve to deal with Saddam rather than this expensive war.
Not to worry as there will be situations requiring change so Deve & Sons have a prosperous future ahead of them.
Was the first rich man (the one) who claimed he could cure the sick, or help hunters bag a big booty (not like "she got booty", but a plentiful hunt) - actually a promise of booty would also be enriching in all times as good booty is rare - but that's for another time, so was the first rich man a Pimp? Or was it a Guru, Shaman, Druid type chap?
Or was it a big, strong, brutal man who killed most animals so had most furs which he could then sell?
It could've been a brutal man with a band of guys (for whatever reason they banded) who captured the most fertile grazing pastures, growing fields and productive herds. And protected them by arming his band of guys so hunters would not hunt his herds and the landless would not eat off his land.
Brutal and strong would've been a big key because it was the time for survival of the fittest, so wimps and weenies did not live long. Results not excuses were the basis of making it, "I'm sorry I'm feeling down so I shan't be able to hunt today" did not resonate well for oneself, so the smart refrained from being lazy.
Somewhere along time it became evident that the fur guy wanted something from the land guy so barter started, and I'd love to know what the first negotiating was like - was it "give it or my club is bigger than yours so your brain will be jelly" - and then much to horror find that the other guy's club maybe be smaller but he has something else to pulverize you with so negotiating started. Then collaboration. Then systematic subjugation of those who needed furs and use of land and so forth. All that definitely based on top communication between two brawny* guys (*origin of the now famous paper towel).
Where did divine get into the picture at the early stage? Was it brawn and temperament, and being in a place where there was plenty of stuff to make tools and weapons with and loads of women for sex - I mean there's nothing divine without loads of women for sex, power was not the only point of the harem, which showed ability to protect and provide - but also a man with a harem had to be tactful, deceitful, charming, opportunistic - dealing with multiple women at the same time is not easy, 1 wife is like a staff of 930 militant union members - so that was the first politician. Ahh. Politico is a divine creation who fucks many!
So that you - with poor attention span - are with me so far, it's Guru, Pimp, Land/ Livestock owner, Hunter/ Trader, (in this category a guy who caught the most fish, and a marauder who pillaged forests for stuff like wood might fit), which then would've led to a Boss status which had to be the one who could cause most pain - so it had to have been the guy with most guys with weapons and with enough land to keep all those guys and weapons in one place. In one place would be important because that would mean identity.
In all cases it was brawn followed by timing or agility to act as opportunities were fleeting and competition deadly - like in real death being the result of losing. Life and living required consistent hard work, and a vigilant eye, which is being informed consistently so that would've been the genesis of education - "how did that man do it and I can't" - it took many years of study to find the answer was Cialis, so it proves education is necessary for coitus at a certain age or circumstance - in other words those who study are instrumental in getting themselves and people laid - that is not hypothesis, but a factual statement going by MTv spring break videos, and that Cialis exists.
Strength/ Stamina, Nimbleness, Hard Work, Communication, Education could be attributed to early man's riches. At least I am attributing that to that.
They worked then. They work now.
The Internet is ruled by oligopolies. Innovation is the key to survive (what happened to Atari by the way), 80 hour weeks are standard for the successful and new technologies connected India and China with the rest of the world with under sea fiber optic networks (which is quite major education behind technology) so that guys and dolls with accents can answer queries about your maxed credit cards with massive interest rates – the guy who figured usury is my hero.
So nothing has changed since cave days. One thing has. I can't drag Nidhi by her hair into my cave - firstly absence of cave, secondly Nidhi will kick my ass, and her parents and mine will be horrified at that brutality, my staff will lose respect for me, my customers, minus kinky one's, will leave in droves, and I will be in a shape worst than I am today, so no hair grabbing and cave dragging, as that will make me poorer and I will be asking, "How to be rich? Share your secret as I'm desperate to know, please. Give me Deve's number".
Actually I am asking that, now - see like many small companies mine's also under huge pressure from big, brawny, fast moving, hard working educated companies, so I really need Deve’s number to bring down Picasa and Flicker and become the world's only specialty printing and photo sharing company (black magic is necessary since I ain’t got the brain or brawn to take on those bastards). In lieu of Deve’s number cash (lots of it in a foreign currency since our dollar is hurting) should you decide you really need to do something really lovely for someone really lovely, which is YOU.
Help Vik (me), Help your Karma as the wise say, that could include a giving me a present of two pre paid programmers. So remember you're sending me your hard earned money for your own good - like voting for Jimmy (Carter) was.
One of the world's first rich definitely was someone who could con people to send cow, sheep, fish, woman, money just for asking. I am not that man, but I don't mind being that man, as long as I have your support. After all you do support men in robes – and I look lovely in robe of any color. What’s your preference?
In lieu of support buy my company so you can write such items on the Internet. Do something (for me). Get off you ass (for me), because a stationary ass don’t make money as the wise* (*me) say.
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