Little Mike "Mario Puzo wannabe" Winegardner made Corleone consigliere Thomas Hagen say in his books the following inadvertently interesting lines: Never trust any one who says "trust me." Do not believe any one who says "believe me."
Only shoe-salesmen and barbers have the right to say those words. I don't even trust shoe-salesmen, or any salesman as a matter of fact. If you let a suit guy talk you into buying a thousand-dollar suit, you're a sucker. No Armani or Brooks Brothers is worth it. A good and seasoned tailor with no name can make one even better at half or even a third of the price. But whatever you do, don't fuckin wear an RTW/off-the-rack pants/jacket ensembles unless your body is abnormally perfect anatomy-wise as those male manequins we all see inside mall windows. Even if its a Ralph or Hugo Boss. You're nine out of ten better off with a fitted suit. If you're in NCR or Central Luzon, have it done at Exclusively HiS tailoring. I've been wearing their nicely-tailored shit since I was on my first year in UST High. Otherwise, you might end up looking like an old 80's movie actor with a badly fitted amerikana. Come to think of it, the only people I saw who carried their suits well during that time were anchorman Harry Gasser and character actor Eddie Garcia. All other shitheads like Tommy Abuel, Rico Puno, Dindo Fernando, Jay Ilagan, Christopher de Leon, Gabby Concepcion and all of the other celebrites of that bygone era looked like clowns. They probably bought their stupid jackets at a discount store at Hong Kong anyway, since the Jackie Chan of old looked equally ridicuous in a coat and tie.
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Moving on...Priests, Ministers, Imams, or whateverthefuckelsehaveyou are perrenially guilty of this sin of saying "believe." Believe our Bible, believe our church, believe the Koran, etc., et-fuckin' cetera. IMHO, these twats are in league with con-men, and all other breeds of estafa artists. They sell the rarest comodity in this uncertain life: certainty--of salvation, of life after death, of reincarnation, of the existence of gods, devils, and saints of whatever name and form.
My father, when I was growing up, has on more than one occassion told me that "If you want to be a rich man, become a lawyer. If you want to become a richer man, become a doctor. If you want to become one of the richest men in the country, organize your own religion." In that aforementioned sequence, the number of lies told increase exponentially, and dirctly proportional to the wealth to be amassed. Think Velarde, Soriano, and not to mention the greatest organized syndicate of all time, The Roman Catholic Church.
Men fear incarceration, but they fear illness more. Nevertheless, men fear most the risk of eternal damnation. So while men pay lawyers, they pay the doctors more. And the pay the religious the most. Take a look at the Iglesia ni Cristo and their ikapu system, and several other sects and cults too insignificant to name in this post, their "flock" apportion a nice fraction of their income for their chuch and get absolutely nothing in return. If that is not a hugely profitable business, I don't know what is. I might just organize my own and call it Iglesia ni Batman. Reuben Ecleo almost succeeded in his PBMA shit during the 90's but the damn sick fucker took it way too far. He actually sold his piss in small vials and marketed it as "healing miracle oil." No shit. Way to go, dickhead.
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Belief should be based on knowledge, and trust should emmanate from reason. Don't just believe me blindly, and don't trust me without seeing reason in what I exclaim. Why be a lamb when you can be a wolf?
Only shoe-salesmen and barbers have the right to say those words. I don't even trust shoe-salesmen, or any salesman as a matter of fact. If you let a suit guy talk you into buying a thousand-dollar suit, you're a sucker. No Armani or Brooks Brothers is worth it. A good and seasoned tailor with no name can make one even better at half or even a third of the price. But whatever you do, don't fuckin wear an RTW/off-the-rack pants/jacket ensembles unless your body is abnormally perfect anatomy-wise as those male manequins we all see inside mall windows. Even if its a Ralph or Hugo Boss. You're nine out of ten better off with a fitted suit. If you're in NCR or Central Luzon, have it done at Exclusively HiS tailoring. I've been wearing their nicely-tailored shit since I was on my first year in UST High. Otherwise, you might end up looking like an old 80's movie actor with a badly fitted amerikana. Come to think of it, the only people I saw who carried their suits well during that time were anchorman Harry Gasser and character actor Eddie Garcia. All other shitheads like Tommy Abuel, Rico Puno, Dindo Fernando, Jay Ilagan, Christopher de Leon, Gabby Concepcion and all of the other celebrites of that bygone era looked like clowns. They probably bought their stupid jackets at a discount store at Hong Kong anyway, since the Jackie Chan of old looked equally ridicuous in a coat and tie.
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Moving on...Priests, Ministers, Imams, or whateverthefuckelsehaveyou are perrenially guilty of this sin of saying "believe." Believe our Bible, believe our church, believe the Koran, etc., et-fuckin' cetera. IMHO, these twats are in league with con-men, and all other breeds of estafa artists. They sell the rarest comodity in this uncertain life: certainty--of salvation, of life after death, of reincarnation, of the existence of gods, devils, and saints of whatever name and form.
My father, when I was growing up, has on more than one occassion told me that "If you want to be a rich man, become a lawyer. If you want to become a richer man, become a doctor. If you want to become one of the richest men in the country, organize your own religion." In that aforementioned sequence, the number of lies told increase exponentially, and dirctly proportional to the wealth to be amassed. Think Velarde, Soriano, and not to mention the greatest organized syndicate of all time, The Roman Catholic Church.
Men fear incarceration, but they fear illness more. Nevertheless, men fear most the risk of eternal damnation. So while men pay lawyers, they pay the doctors more. And the pay the religious the most. Take a look at the Iglesia ni Cristo and their ikapu system, and several other sects and cults too insignificant to name in this post, their "flock" apportion a nice fraction of their income for their chuch and get absolutely nothing in return. If that is not a hugely profitable business, I don't know what is. I might just organize my own and call it Iglesia ni Batman. Reuben Ecleo almost succeeded in his PBMA shit during the 90's but the damn sick fucker took it way too far. He actually sold his piss in small vials and marketed it as "healing miracle oil." No shit. Way to go, dickhead.
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Belief should be based on knowledge, and trust should emmanate from reason. Don't just believe me blindly, and don't trust me without seeing reason in what I exclaim. Why be a lamb when you can be a wolf?
