Off Da Wire Monday The Blog I Wanna To Write
Judgment.
An action that hasn't any business what so ever regarding any Human Being towards another Human Being.
As well.
An action that 8 out of 10 times regarding one Human to another Human will usually be somewhere off the way far side of actual realty.
During my first college stint I worked for a car dealership.
My job was Lot Boy.
I cleaned the carz. Made sure they were ready for sale and delivery.
This was way back when in da 305(Miami).
This particular dealership sold;
Porsche
Audi
Volkswagen
BMW
Alfa Romeo
Fiat
Lancia.
Which is no longer imported in America.
My lot as it were, was Used Carz.
On the used car lot were plenty of Mercedes, Ferrari's and other high line imports.
Day after day, after classes I would be at my position out on the used car lot.
Yeah.
For sure.
I owned that used car lot.
O.K. Ryan.
What does all this have to do with Judgment?
Glad Ya asked.
I would man my station out in the sub tropical world.
Now right before me on the used car lot was the Lancia and Used car showroom.
In The showroom, mostly sitting. All the time, every day were 8 salesmen.
An 'Up' as customers were referred to, would literally have to do a 'Perp' walk through these high powered sales Hoes.
Simple.
Easy Procedure.
Right?
One would think.
But Oh The Fuck No.
These highly trained Gentlemen, mastered in 'The Close' would size up an 'UP'.
Depending on what the individual was wearing and of course this size up as it were included 'Bling' factor.
If The 'Up' was not attired in the proper Bling and Clothes these highly trained Monkeys would not talk to the prospective customer.
All too often what would take place was a conversation out in my world.
The used car lot.
The 'Up', would approach me in my shorts, t-shirt and non socked Converse feet.
"Nice Porsche Young Man"
"It's awaight Sir".
"Just awaight Young Man. Looks like a nice car".
"It's O.K.
Lot of add on's.
Gives the impression of a very cool car.
But for my money".
I would then walk to what I considered in this particular situation a Really Nice Porsche.
The 'Up' in close tow.
"Here Ya go Sir.
Not as flashy.
But more horsepower.
Less miles. Nicer interior.
A little more money, but when talking these cars one most definitely gets what one pays for".
"Hmmm. Let me see".
At this point, I would open the car up. I had all the keys for the simple fact of being able to perform my job.
"Mind if I take it for a spin Young Man"?
"Not at all Sir. Let me get Ya Off the lot".
For a test drive we would go.
Balls to the wall.
Pedal to the metal.
Then I would hand over the keys after showing said 'Up' what that particular Baby was all about.
A little while later the 'Up' would return the car to me. Then I would direct him inside to make the purchase.
Done deal.
Right?
After several months of this, the owner of the store walked up to me one day on the lot.
"Ryan. I would like a word with you".
My life experience has been, for the most part, that when a person of authority approaches me in that manner.
Wanting to have a word with me and all.
Not usually a good thing.
That day was different though.
"Ryan. Do you like your job"?
"Yes Sir. Absolutely".
"Well Ryan. I've been observing you out here on this lot. You do an excellent job. Best Lot Boy that I can remember".
"Thank you Sir. I appreciate that".
"The thing is Ryan.
I have also noticed how you take time with the customers.
Show them cars.
Demo them in a particular car.
Then every time I watch that customer go into the used car showroom and purchase the car that in affect, you just sold. That is what bothers me Ryan".
"It's bad. I can't do that"?
"No Ryan. It's not bad.
I am very pleased that you do that.
My store is averaging 3 to 5 used cars a day off of this lot and you are directly responsible for these numbers".
"It's a good thing"?
"It's a very good thing Ryan.
In fact. I want you to sell used cars for me in a salesman capacity.
Do you have a suit and tie? Or a sport jacket and slacks? Some nice shoes"?
Will you consider trimming your hair a bit"?
"Yes to all of your questions Mr. Braverman".
"Great Ryan. I would like you to show up after classes tomorrow and start to sell used cars for me".
"Can I make as much money selling cars as I do cleaning cars"?
"Ryan. Every time you sell a car and the customer goes inside to have one of these lazy idiots write them up they are making in excess of 5-6 hundred dollars in commission or more".
"Wholly shit Mr. Braverman. That's a lot of money. What do I do"?
"Just stand out here all day like you already do".
"That's it Mr. Braverman".
"That's it Ryan. Are you on board"?
"Yes Sir".
This job change was due to the day before when a man walked into the used car showroom.
Now that showroom was the Lancia showroom as well as the used car showroom.
This man was just a plain ol' looking man.
A real Joe Blow.
Black Police type shoes.
Black slacks and a white golf shirt.
His belt buckle was a gold M.
No big biggy.
As usual this plain dressed man walked into the showroom. Stood around a minute.
Walked by and up to the 7 sales hoe's.
Not a one talked to him.
So on to the lot he walked.
I just happened to be watering down the Lancias.
"Hello Young Man. Quite possibly you might be able to help me regarding these Lancias"?
"Absolutely Sir. Not A problem".
"What kind of Lancia is this blue one"?
"This Sir, is a Lancia Beta Coupe. Twin double over head cam engine. 1800 CC's.
5 speed transmission.
Front wheel drive."
"Nice looking car. Possibly we can test drive this car"?
"Absolutely Sir".
So off we went.
I put this thoroughbred through her paces.
Pulled over to let the man drive.
"You know Young Man. I don't need to drive this car. I will buy it. Can you take care of this for me"?
"Yes Sir. When we get back to the dealership, just walk into the showroom. One of the salesman will write you up".
"No they won't son. You are going to write me up with the condition that your receive the commission".
"Not a problem Sir".
We get back to the lot. I park the sold Beta Coupe.
"Young Man what type of Lancia is that White one"?
"That Sir is a Lancia Beta Wagon.
The main difference is number one, more interior room.
As well the rear seats fold down.
Also the engine is still a twin double over head cam, but instead of 1800 CC's it is 2000CC's. Compensates for the weight difference, which actually is not that much".
"Very good Young Man. I'll buy that one as well. Now what is that flashy little two seater"?
"That is a Fiat X19. Two seater.
Removable fiber glass top, kinda like a convertible.
1500 CC single over head cam, mid mounted engine.
Pretty much perfect balance.
5 speed transmission.
Rear wheel drive. Handling is off the wire".
"I like that red color.
Looks like a baby Ferrari. I'll buy that car as well. Now that red Ferrari 308 over there. Is it it new"?
"No Sir. That car is 5 months old. Very low miles. Some movie star owned it. The only time he drove it was from Los Angeles to here and traded it in on a new Porsche 911T that's all the miles that are on it".
"What movie star owned it"?
"I'll find out for you Sir. I'll be right back".
"No that is fine Young Man. Would you be so kind as to find a sales sheet so we can write these up"?
"Not a problem Sir. Lets go inside and I will be more that happy to take care of this for you".
"Tell you what Young Man. Why don't you go and get a sales sheet. I'll be sitting under that awning. We can write all this up under there".
"Not a problem Sir"
I ran inside the showroom.
Three salesman rudely asked me a most condescending way what was transpiring.
I of course did not answer.
Grabbed what I needed.
Out Da Door.
I sat down with the man.
Quickly figured out how to write the four cars up.
The man signed the order.
Retrieved his checkbook from his right rear pocket.
Wrote the check.
"Thank you so much Sir. I'll get this approved. I need to walk over to the sales manager in new cars. I'll be right back Sir".
"Young Man. What is your name"?
"My name is Ryan Sir".
With that the man reached out his hand. We shook hands.
"My name is Ray. Just call me Ray, o.k. Ryan"?
"You got it Ray".
"Hurry back Ryan".
I walked the order and the check into the main showroom to the sales manager.
"Ryan. What da hell you doing in the main showroom"?
"Oh.
Well Mr. Cansolote.
This man insisted on me selling him these cars".
"Well shit Ryan.
Why the hell didn't you let one of the used car Lancia salesmen write this up"?
"Well Mr. Cansolote the man insisted that I take care of it all for him".
"Aw right. Damn it Ryan. Let me see that".
"Here Ya go".
Mr. Cansolote looked over the order and check. Then exclaimed.
"Ryan! You sold this man four fuckin cars. You didn't even discount a one. Son of a bitch Ryan".
"It's bad I didn't discount Mr. Cansolote"?
" Fuck the hell no Ryan. Do you know who in the hell this damn man is".
"No".
"Ryan!
Are you fuckin kidding me.
This man owns the largest fast food chain in the fuckin world.
I'm gonna get down to the bottom of this.
I think you just made a whole fuck of a lotta money Ryan".
I'm not going to say who this man is for the simple fact that I am not sure he is still alive and I do not want to as well put his family name out there.
Just being respectful.
The fact of the matter is that he was actually one of three famous people that I sold multiple cars to for the simple fact that these Gentlemen did not subscribe to Da Bling Thang.
Just three men who walked into the showroom.
Dressed like every day Joe Blows.
To this day I never judge a soul.
To follow up on this vapor trail.
Below is a movie that so very much pin points this exact realty.
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Steambath (1973)
TV adaptation of Bruce Jay Friedman's off-Broadway play. Tandy, Merideth
and assorted others unexpectedly wake up in a steambath with no easy
exit. After spending some time there, it ... See full summary »
Director:Burt BrinckerhoffWriter:Bruce Jay FriedmanStars:Stephen Elliott, Bill Bixby, Herb Edelman | See full cast and crew » |
I had read the book.
Then saw the Movie Adaptation when it first hit da streets.
I hope Ya All enjoy.
Remember.
Ya never know who you are speaking with when you are speaking with them.
Proceed accordingly.
Oh Yeah.
For many many years I received Christmas and Birthday cards from these three famous individuals.
Now. On To The World.
Honestly.
I am not at all one bit surprised regarding the Presidents in-action about any and all the ISIS Intel Cluster Fuck.
Actually.
What else is new regarding this administration?
Let me be very clear.
I do not at all dislike The President.
Gotta Love this Man.
He is my President.
For better or worse.
Twice.
Just wanna be clear.
To actually sit down and speak with this man would be a Humbling Honor.
Who knows.
Maybe even a Forty and a Blunt.
That said.
The man is as far as it gets regarding a left wing political animal.
To the extreme far far way far side left.
His Peeps.
The Ayers
The Dorhns
The Churchill'
And On and On The List Goes.
What Cha all expect.
Spy Intel?
What Dis Shit?
Seriously.
Americanz.
Your Blazing Idiotz.
Ya All voted this left wing nut administration into office twice.
In fact.
Today.
Rasmussen Reports that 46% of you losers still support this President.
Who is responsible in my eyes for this what I consider over whelming support of the President.
All of you Bought and Sold Newz Hoe's.
Yeah Fox Newz.
Ya All Up In Dis Mix.
For the simple fact Fox Newz Ya All did not tell the viewing public not one damn word regarding Ayers, Dorhn Churchill and the rest of the American Terrorists that back Obama.
Total your bad Fox Newz.
Little Old Me.
Doesn't even own a computer has been writing about all this since jump.
Even my man Mark Levin.
All the e-mails back and forth.
Never did you tell America Mark regarding the Terrorist backing of The President.
Constitutional Law up the Kazanger.
Zero Truth Regarding This Presidents Wing Men and Women.
Vallery Jarret.
She Da Boss.
Make No Mistake About.
Born In Iran.
Raised in Iran until the age of five.
Val was the one pushing for this the following Iranian Ambassador for the U.N.
Even Iran was surprised regarding Valery's choice.
Iranian nominated ambassador to the United Nations Hamid Abutalebi in Tehran, Iran. Photograph: EPA
This past March I penned a blog, for lack of better words in Hip Hop vernacular.
Went Something like this.
"Do Gangsters Run This MuthuFucker? Hell Yeah".
For real America.
What the hell Ya All think is taking place?
What really melts my grey matter are all the Honda's here in this Left of Liberal Town with these Idiot bumper stickers.
"The Time Is Right For Hillary".
Ya All Surely Fuckin Shittin Me.
Her and Bill have more killings to their name than various Special Force Units Combined.
Arkancide www.arkancide.com/
Bill and Hill' Muderous Track Record.
Just Click The Above Link.
Read It and Run.
Fast
Hard
Far
Benghazi.
I was on this days after the treacherous event unfolded.
I researched my ass off regarding this Cluster Fuck with a Shit Storm Float.
Just one impeachable act perpetrated by this President and Hillary.
Barack Obama Was High on Cocaine During “The Missing Hours” of the Benghazi Attack Last September
Barack Obama Was High on Cocaine the Night of Benghazi ...
hillbuzz.org/barack-obama-was-high-on-cocaine-during-the-missing-ho..I can't even make dis shit up.
Props and Cred to you Mr. President.
You pulling it off.
I'm certainly not mad at Cha.
Here.
Religion.
Again.
Killing.
Murdering.
Slaughtering.
Religion the very cause of all this.
The simple fact is one does not need religion or any type of regiment or form to get with the Lord.
Just Get with GOD.
From my friends at Merriam Webster
1god
noun \ˈgäd also ˈgȯd\
God
: the perfect and all-powerful spirit or being that is worshipped
especially by Christians, Jews, and Muslims as the one who created and
rules the universe
: a spirit or being that has great power, strength, knowledge, etc., and that can affect nature and the lives of people : one of various spirits or beings worshipped in some religions
: a spirit or being that has great power, strength, knowledge, etc., and that can affect nature and the lives of people : one of various spirits or beings worshipped in some religions
: a person and especially a man who is greatly loved or admired
spir·i·tu·al·i·ty
noun \ˌspir-i-chə-ˈwa-lə-tē\
: the quality or state of being concerned with religion or religious matters : the quality or state of being spiritual
plural spir·i·tu·al·i·ties
Full Definition of SPIRITUALITY
1
: something that in ecclesiastical law belongs to the church or to a cleric as such
2
: the quality or state of being spiritual
When I first looked up these words many many years ago example of definitions.
Religion.
A controlled Dogma.
Was the definition that I received when I looked up these words many many years ago.
Todays Definition regarding Religion.
re·li·gion
noun \ri-ˈli-jən\
: the belief in a god or in a group of gods
: an organized system of beliefs, ceremonies, and rules used to worship a god or a group of gods
: an organized system of beliefs, ceremonies, and rules used to worship a god or a group of gods
: an interest, a belief, or an activity that is very important to a person or group
Wild Animals seem to be able to accomplish this very simple act of being one with GOD.
God is here.
Daily.
Surrounds us.
By the nano.
For Heavens Sakes.
Find Him Ya All.
Stop with all this religion nonsense.
Simple.
All Ya Einsteins have to do is simply say to him;
"I Love You God"
Just that easy.
Just that quick.
If all of that was not enough.
We have Michelle O telling us how in the hell to eat healthy as she crams Swine and Cake Down her Grill Hole by the mega pounds.
Tehhh...
My Southern Border.
Just down the damn road from me.
South American Teenagers Breaching this Bitch like no ones business.
MS13 Gang Members coming across my southern Border in numbers so fuckin large they can not even be calculated.
Running Methamphetamine into this country in larger quantities than Mexican produce.
Then, on top of all that recruiting American Teenagers into the Meth Business.
And Yet.
My Marine
STILL SITS THE FUCK IN A MEXICAN SHITHOLE PRISON.
Mr. President.
You can not on a daily basis turn a 360 degree radius without seeing one of my Marines.
Sir.
We are 'THE PRESIDENTS MEN'.
Sir.
Mr. President.
Enrique Pena Nieto.
The President of Mexico.
Sir.
Mexico is a Major Shit Hole.
On A Good Day.
This man is making you look like absolute crap. Sir.
Presidente de la república mexicana tiene que Barack por las bolas.
He's got you by the balls Sir.
Get My Marine Da Fuck Outta Dat Mexican Shit Hole.
Now.
Today.
Thank You Mr. President.
Honestly.
I'm done.
For Today.
Ryan. Out.
