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Je Suis #MAGABOMBER

I’m not actually a mad bomber but I am a Trump supporter and, for several years, I drove a white van which is a great way to roll by my estimation and should be lauded - not insulted. Easing into the captain’s seat of your van is like leaning back in an Archie Bunker wingback where you can watch the world pass by from the comfort of your living room which is exactly what a proper Van is but with wheels. Mine was an F-150 conversion with a fold down bed in the back and awesome sound system, TV and PS2 game console + blinds and curtains to afford privacy from the outside insanity of the open road. A Shagg’n Wagon ain’t for everybody, but for those who’ve navigated America’s highways and byways in the spacious comfort of a portable living room there really is no going back to the claustrophobic mobile coffin of an Acura, Torus or (even) a BMW. So it might be partisan pigheadedness or just a brotherhood of the road but I’m still not buying this crazy bomber Cesar Sayoc story which looks

The End of Solution Sales

Pareto Principle Harvard Business Review (HBR) called out the Democrats problem in 2012 in a paper called " The End of Solution Sales " and everyone who read it should have seen the Trump Train coming down the tracks."The old playbook no longer works. Star salespeople now seek to upend the customer’s current approach to doing business." The "old playbook" is called Solution Selling and it's been the playbook in business and government (same thing) for decades - here's how it works: "Under the conventional solution-selling method that has prevailed since the 1980s, salespeople are trained to align a solution with an acknowledged customer need and demonstrate why it is better than the competition’s. This translates into a very practical approach: A rep begins by identifying customers who recognize a problem that the supplier can solve, and gives priority to those who are ready to act. Then, by asking questions, she surfaces a “hook” that

(S)He Broke Me - The รœberfrau vs. The NPC's

come to mamma, I am your father If you're a ๐Ÿ’ฉ it's a ๐Ÿ˜ข and ๐Ÿ˜  game when the ๐ŸŒŽ deals you a ๐Ÿƒ and his politics ๐Ÿ”€ and ๐Ÿ’ฏ% MAGA pro๐Ÿ’—, pro ๐Ÿ™ and pro ๐Ÿ”ซ. It' might even make you ๐Ÿ˜ฑ. That happened last week when Kanye West visited the OO and spoke with his creator about current events and possible solutions for national problems like violence, mass incarceration and his love for Trump. The usual suspects flipped out (of course) but no matter how hard they tried to dismiss Ye they couldn't erase the visual of Mr. Brown and Mr. West kick'n back and rapp'n it out with The Elvis from Queens. Nor could the NPC's process the message Kanye delivered loud and clear: "It was something about when I put this hat on. ... It made me feel like Superman. That's my favorite superhero. And you made a Superman cape for me." Be a Superman, put a cap on and fly. Slave morality runs deep in the SJW and their professoriate so Kanye must to be destroyed ev

"It appears we just got Banksy-ed"

going... going... gone It has been my long held conviction that future generations won't give a rat's ass about "art" as defined by 20th/21st century critics and buyers. The museums of the future, if they even exist, will be curating TV Advertisements, Pop-Songs and computer code which is where the real artistry, energy and money has been spent since 1950 so what we find in the galleries and auction houses that sell "contemporary art" is marginal crap produced by the second string (at best) or bench warmers (at worst), but there's a market for it because the incredible amount of wealth that's been created over the past 200 years has produced a lot of empty wall space that needs to be covered with something. There are only so many Caravaggio's and Picasso's in existence so an entire industry needs to be created and maintained to foist the Warhole's and Basquiat's upon the philistine hoard with phat-stacks and multiple homes that n

The End Is Nigh

There is a quality of menace in snail mail that simply can't be captured in email. Electronic communications are ephemeral and easy to delete so scrubbing your inbox (and your mind) of harrowing correspondence is just a mouse click away. The same message in physical form sits on the kitchen counter looking back at you as it is inspected and re-read again and again in search of clues. This is especially true if the return address is from Oregon and there is no name of signature or any identifiable indicators as to who sent it. "All of the robots will be destroyed ruined broken by tomorrow" - you don't say? If it's a prank then I salute the sender of this ominous and anonymous letter for filling my heart with dread and wonder. Let's hope tomorrow never comes. On the other hand, if it's a legit warning from a Deep State operative who's escaped from his missile silo and is franticly warning the citizenry via the USPO because he knows any electronic commu