reply to post by wrksstudios
You can take a lot without snapping, if it's just you.
If you have kids, or a spouse who needs your support, you snap at a lower level.
In fact everyone should know their own trigger point.
Perhaps you could do some honorable thing which may not be exactly legal, but falls within the zone of tolerance.
Or some not at all honorable thing, which is entirely legal.
There are options you have not considered.
Get a phone camera.
Be a bit direct, opinionated, obtuse, argumentative, contrary, perhaps a bit verbally abusive, be a social irritant. Go places. Nice places.
Make people you've never met hate you and tamper with your food or drinks (have a secret pal filming what you can't see).
Get waitresses and barmaids so angry they have the bouncers rough you up a little....all caught on camera of course.
Always slip and fall on wet spots on floors in supermarkets and even bodegas, especially those owned by immigrants....always have that camera and I
think you see where we are going. Become adept at filing lawsuits over anything that you think might work, don't worry about winning the suit, just
make it seem like the defense is going to cost at least 4X what you'll settle out of court for.
File in many different courts, a judge will figure you out pretty quick if you are in front of him three times a week for a few months, so get out,
drive around, try to get rear ended....wow, now your neck hurts and you have a splitting headache! Diesel trucks enjoy tailgating at low speeds, guess
what? At even low speeds a car can stop much quicker than a truck, if he rear ends you, he's automatically guilty, get some very high estemates on
auto repairs, and rack up some clinic time getting xrays, cat scans, tens units, pain meds, gosh you're hurting pretty bad huh? Why is everything so
much brighter than before that trucker rear ended you, what is all that noise, is there a rocket testing facility nearby? Huh? Wha? Sorry, there is
just so much roaring noise...I can't sleep, truck drivers are forcing me off the road and raping me....AAAAAAGGGGG! I'm growing breasts! My penis is
disappearing! Call me Clarice, really, Clarice Reese, the hot little piece, ask any trucker.....WWWWAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHH!
Doc, people have been following me since that wreck, showing me their private parts and winking and blowing kisses....why won't they stop? All the
truck drivers want to have sex with me. I think the trucker who rammed my car in the gas hole is publishing a secret newspaper with information about
me and naked pictures they take of me when they spray ether into my windows at night and keep me out while they take turns dressing me up like Dr.
Laura somebody or the other and making me crawl on all fours while they whip me with naugahyde cowboy belts with thier names tooled into the rich
corinthian leather! Do you like leather Doctor? Why do you always give me drugs and when I get home I don't have any underwear on? Why does my rear
end hurt? Why do you call me darling when you whisper to me in dark rooms?
Would you like to see what the AFLCIO sent me from victorias secret? Bed Bath and Beyond? I have an urge to dress in a furry bunny costume and have
furry Yiffing sessions out in the woods...see all those people in furry animal costumes? they follow me, they make me uh, hmmm, "touch myself" on the
crosstown bus! Oh, I peed myself.
Just go with the flow.
Settle out for say 125,000 a couple of times a week and in a few months you can afford to get healed due to the good doctors house
calls.....oh....file that one too, Dr's have great insurance.
Oh yeah, just handle the filings yourself, it's easy and fun, think of it as creative writing.
If you are pretty athletic I can teach ya how to get hit by slow moving autos for fun and profit.
How much money do you want?
Everybody has to have a hustle.
Let everybody else sell dope and steal recyclables.
Play the big tables.
Of course you will find new revenue streams almost daily, it is simply amazing how many plump mother pheasants need plucking, simply amazing.
And don't try to say I put you up to it. I'm not here, nobody saw me here. I'm far, far away, searching for numbers which have rested for oh 15 20
My friend sounds like Lars Larson, but he has all the numbers...dead dope dealers don't make withdrawalls, cultivate a swiss bank employee as a
friend, maybe one in the Saychelles, and a few other island nations, play the numbers, go with the fair split kicked back to your friend the clerk, a
few hundred mill a year work for ya?
I ain't nobody.
Nobody at all.
Nobody is perfect.
Oh god it is hard to be humble....
Nobody is faster.
Nobody is there.
Everybody can be a nobody!
Hey, customize a car and find a spot on a deserted highway, go into freelance law enforcement.
Don't forget to search that Enzo...."Sir...what is this yellowish chunky white powder?"
I could always lose it...what's the next 10 to 20 years worth to ya rich guy?
A poor cop can almost always get donations to the policemans benevolence society, how much benevolence can ya afford?
Never be poor.
Sell Airliners to companies in Venezuela, just get the check and show em where to pick up their plane.
747, 767, ect, a lot of them are missing...wonder why?
Sell Heavy lifting helicopters to drug smugglers.
Sell drug smugglers to Zetas.
Sell Zetas to families of drug smugglers.
Sell guns and explosives to both, obama and holder did!
Counterfeit a birth certificate for Obama, that would probably pay pretty good.
Claim a nun maced you.
Sue the Vatican.
Declare yourself king of scotland, kick everybody out.
Start a spent fuel rod storage facility called scotland.
File interest liens against city blocks of office buildings.
Sell at auction to highest bidder, you can sell your interest in anything, nobody said your interest was actually worth the measly 500,000,000 you
sold lower manhatten for.
Eat at Hebrew National, claim they gave you pork chops instead of lamb chops so now you are defiled...be sure to send case of mislabled porkchops to
eatery in question.
edit on 12-5-2012 by Luminaught because: Plotting against the public order. We are the 1%, pay up chumps.