One important thing to teach (they've been doing so for thousands of years, but especially after Greek mythology) is it is ethical to kill one person if it saves five. Then it just becomes a sales job to determine the reason to kill that one. Eg. splitting up an inheritance and getting rid of the honest guy so the guy written out of the will gets back in. It's not "good guys always lose", the phrase should be "honest guys always lose".
A little background about me: I was adopted. Through that family I am related to the 2nd president of Texas. My dad is a doctor and quite well off. His sister is a real estate multi-multi-millionaire. I recently met my natural mother and grandfather. He is 95, dying of cancer and worth multi-multi-millions. His wife and my mother seem to be fighting over the estate. One of my best friend's father is worth $100 million+. My life has been spent in relative luxury (ski trips, travel, etc). BUT. For some reason I am not allowed to have money of my own. I'm not in any will. I'm not allowed to make money on my own. I have tons of money-making ideas that would make millions and they all refuse to invest in them. You know my buddy can't get his trust fund until age 55? WTF? Should I do my boob patent? It wouldn't matter because they would just refuse to invest in it. This is my entire life. I'm not being facetious. I'm not embellishing. I think I am the one guy thrown overboard so other people can steal my natural inheritance. Want to talk about Thousand Oaks, California, United States of America? That place is a rich person trap set up to steal inheritances. The entire town. How do I know? Because my natural mother broke her leg a few weeks ago and I was running her around to the emergency room, doctors office, x-ray office, hospital, and rehab center. The rehab center was frightening. One accident, switch the records, pay off the clerk, and bam. Instant wealth. What's that machine on the 3rd floor of that rehab center? You can FEEL the vibrations as you walk by. And why is that giant machine right next to the records room? And right next to the conference room with two transcription machines. It's pretty freaking obvious what's going on in that place.
FYI, my natural grandfather is the oldest living member of the Bohemian Grove. He is friends with prime ministers and CIA guys and the whole lot. He's actually a pretty funny guy. After him, I am the eldest male in that family. But I only met my natural family recently so it's a bit weird. And it really appears that a giant battle is going on for his estate. And I'm the loser for some reason. The money would be nice, but I'd actually prefer investing in some of my business ideas so I can make it on my own. I know very wealthy people and they refuse to invest in them. I've got a product that does government level encryption. I've got a method that transforms corporate management. I have a commission structure that revolutionizes sales and works for bars and restaurants and eliminates tipping. I've got an idea for a website for funding books and movies. I'd like to get an advance for a nutrition book that my parents have been working on. And all they have to do is keep my money limited. I even have an idea that would create perpetual energy (effectively). Free water and nearly free energy.
Oh yeah, I also designed an application server that virtually eliminates the need for web developers. It's a tiny little DLL that makes it almost trivial to do any website and lets them concentrate on content and form rather than the technical details. It has full security, user management, role based security, shopping cart, load balancing, etc. It's almost a joke it's so easy to use and flexible enough to do just about any website. I wrote it about 6 years ago but marketing is not my strong suit. Microsoft or someone should buy the technology from me and resell it. I've misplaced the code and hoping it's in storage. It could be updated with some ideas from .NET but it's a better development platform than .NET because it's so simple. You could train any programmer to use it in a few days.
And yes, my solution for money eliminates the need for central banks. Promise Markup Language. It would work.
But back on topic... who stole my phone? Was it Paris? Was it William Shatner? Someone stole it while I was in jail near Thousand Oaks, California, United States of America. Public intoxication charge! I wasn't even drunk. Going to court Monday morning. I'm hoping they don't lock me up and put me in solitary for showing up for my court date. Three strikes and you're out. Public intoxication!? I was in an empty parking lot at 2:30am, pissed off about my mother breaking her leg, my grandfather in an assisted living center death trap, inheritance battles going on in the family, and I was yelling out loud. In an empty parking lot (well, there were a total 5 people there. One girl in a car. A security guard standing in front of a building. And 3 kids with their feet up at a donut shop. I think there was an after hours party about to happen and someone decided I didn't make the cut. I remember the band was looking at me and wondering why I was leaving because I was one of the few that was really listening and liking the music. So it wasn't the band. Who was it?)
And yes, I'm pretty sure there is an ancient Indian burial ground under the Palm Garden Hotel in Thousand Oaks, California. It might not be directly under it.. it might just be a pointer to it. And I realize it's a stretch, but I have a theory that it's actually pointing to Atlantis. As unlikely as that sounds, something was definitely going on there. I've got lots of pictures. Who has my phone? I still think it's Paris and she's just a dumb girl. Although William Shatner is a distinct possibility. Who lives in that house on the crest of the hill in Thousand Oaks, California? That's the hill where my mother broke her leg, by the way. Something is definitely kind of weird in that town.
FireWalker, I seriously have to apologize for making that dickish Zyprexa comment toward you a few pages ago. It was over the line, and total bad karma on my part. Peace...
Hey no problem. Some of the things I say sound pretty outlandish. I've got some stories from the last year or so in Bangkok. Suffice to say, psychic exists.