First, I would convince some of those old crazy ass mercenaries that my uncle used to hang out with that Donald Trump touched me. This would be in 1992. Then I’d work my ass off mowing lawns and doing chores and saving every bit of money I could, invest in apple and other big stocks that I could get as they came out before they hit big, id sell them and invest in Tesla before Elon could get in on it, and Bitcoin. Id use my wealth to invest in solar so that it takes off earlier. Create a Superfund to counter lobbyists like the dark roofing lobby. What a completely asinine thing. Just switch to making white roofing materials? Use my wealth and power to become president, reverse citizens United and bring back a 90% tax on the wealthiest people. (Yes, Including myself.) Boom. World saved.
How would you make that claim believable? Did you have access to Trump (or rather, did he ever have access to you)? It’s a nice plan, but saying it without plausibility sounds like a one way ticket to not being believed about this or anything else ever…
My uncle worked for a publishing company that published all kinds of magazines including guns n ammo, and some other more specific one for mercs though I can’t remember the name. And I’ve met a LOT of those psychos back then. It doesn’t really take much more than an accusation to get them going from 0-100. But yeah my grandparents had money and took us on big, expensive trips about every 6 months. 3x to NYC, 3X fishing trips to Alaska, 2X trips to Norway/Sweden, 2x to London, 1x to Paris, Berlin, new Orleans, Grand canyon, Everglades etc. More than enough for those whackos. Honestly, exposure to those guys is probably a big part in why I joined the army before I grew more as a person and learned empathy.
Edit: as a young kid I remember hearing conversations about things such as “best thing to decapitate someone with” and “funniest death” that’s not who I wanted to be when I joined the army or anything, but I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to save people who couldn’t save themselves, and had delusional ideals that we were the good guys and I could save good people by hurting bad people. It wasn’t about idolizing those people, I knew they were crazy even when I was a kid. Just an explanation that it wasn’t about some fucked up fantasy or something.
First, I would convince some of those old crazy ass mercenaries that my uncle used to hang out with that Donald Trump touched me. This would be in 1992. Then I’d work my ass off mowing lawns and doing chores and saving every bit of money I could, invest in apple and other big stocks that I could get as they came out before they hit big, id sell them and invest in Tesla before Elon could get in on it, and Bitcoin. Id use my wealth to invest in solar so that it takes off earlier. Create a Superfund to counter lobbyists like the dark roofing lobby. What a completely asinine thing. Just switch to making white roofing materials? Use my wealth and power to become president, reverse citizens United and bring back a 90% tax on the wealthiest people. (Yes, Including myself.) Boom. World saved.
How would you make that claim believable? Did you have access to Trump (or rather, did he ever have access to you)? It’s a nice plan, but saying it without plausibility sounds like a one way ticket to not being believed about this or anything else ever…
My uncle worked for a publishing company that published all kinds of magazines including guns n ammo, and some other more specific one for mercs though I can’t remember the name. And I’ve met a LOT of those psychos back then. It doesn’t really take much more than an accusation to get them going from 0-100. But yeah my grandparents had money and took us on big, expensive trips about every 6 months. 3x to NYC, 3X fishing trips to Alaska, 2X trips to Norway/Sweden, 2x to London, 1x to Paris, Berlin, new Orleans, Grand canyon, Everglades etc. More than enough for those whackos. Honestly, exposure to those guys is probably a big part in why I joined the army before I grew more as a person and learned empathy.
Edit: as a young kid I remember hearing conversations about things such as “best thing to decapitate someone with” and “funniest death” that’s not who I wanted to be when I joined the army or anything, but I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to save people who couldn’t save themselves, and had delusional ideals that we were the good guys and I could save good people by hurting bad people. It wasn’t about idolizing those people, I knew they were crazy even when I was a kid. Just an explanation that it wasn’t about some fucked up fantasy or something.