>"In the western foothills of the European Alps, there

>>82784731
>this obnoxious greaseball thought he could be prime minister
what a loser

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>"About thirty years ago, when I was still a young man, I spent some time in Angola. I was there to oversee the acquisition of several diamond mines. Now I don't expect you to know anything about Angola, or anything outside of whatever utterly irrelevant town you come from, but to do business in that part of the world at that time you had to do business with the warlords. I was staying at the estate of a warlord who controlled government aligned guerrilla forces because I was told he was the man I needed to speak to if I was to gain control of the mines. On the second night I was there his soldiers brought around 100 prisoners to us: villagers who were aiding the rebels, they said. Men, women, and children. The warlord turned to me and said "I do not do business with a man I do not know. Show what kind of a man you really are." He drew his pistol and placed it in my hand. "No," I said. "Not like this." I returned his pistol to him. I instead picked up a machete that was lying in the dirt. "Like this," I said. The things I did over the next five hours I will never speak of, but when it was done he sold me the mines. Those mines are still operational and highly profitable to this very day. So, for a 90 percent share in your business I will invest, if you can show me what kind of a man you really are. No, not here. Buy a ticket to somewhere in West Africa. Only in the dark corners of the world can you truly take the measure of a man."

>>82784783
almost as pathetic as the people who thought he was the next trump

>>82784783
He probably could have too but he doesn't speak french.

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>"Did you know that I own more than 75% of Nebraska's wheat production? I purchased my first few acres there when a farmer had to sell them to afford the large number of surgeries and medication his ill children needed, due to the harmful effects of their school being so close to a local factory I happened to own. I paid that desperate man in cash... sorry, let me rephrase: I paid him in coins. Pennies, to be exact. Throwing them at his feet while his children cried hysterically in the background, held back by my bodyguards. Then I burned the entire plantation down right before his very eyes. What I'm trying to say is that your business is like that plantation. Of course I could give you the spare change you so badly need to keep your company afloat and make some decent money in return, but I would take more pleasure in watching your life fall to pieces around you and laugh about it. And for that reason, I'm out."

>>82784731
>european alps

wait there are other alps?

>European alps

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>"Many years ago, as a young man who was still in possession of more money than your entire state is worth, I was walking through Central Park in Manhattan by my lonesome. It was a beautiful night, the distant sounds of that putrid city and its miserable inhabitants creating a certain atmosphere which I enjoyed immensely. As I strolled throughout the park towards the city block I had purchased the previous day I heard the muffled screams of a woman in distress, and just a few yards away I came across the source, a teenage girl with two strapping young black thugs on top of her. We briefly made eye contact and I could see a look of complete desperation in her gaze, a call for help of sorts. I kept on walking. Her muffled screams got louder as she realized that there was no hero in this story, no light at the end of the tunnel, no one to save her from the arms of the men viciously raping her. She was a lost cause. We both knew that. Your strategy has yet to show ANY inkling of a profit, and frankly, your product has no market. You are that woman I didn't help. And because of that, I'm out."

>>82784833
Australian

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>"Let me re-explain my position in a way in which you'll understand. I have a Honduran housekeeper named Rosa, barely speaks a lick of English. One morning during breakfast Rosa walks into the dining room and hands me a handwritten note in broken English, a note which must have taken her over a hour to piece together. Rosa's only daughter just got engaged and she wanted to know what kind of wine to serve when she and her husband hosted the two families for an engagement party this weekend, within their price range of course. I signal to Rosa to stay here and that I'll be right back. A few minutes later I walk back into the dining room and hand Rosa a bottle of wine. She immediately begins to cry. Why you ask? Often Rosa works in the kitchen and she sees my chef's receipts. I have a bottle of wine with each dinner and Rosa knows that she never brings a bottle to my table that costs less than $10,000. Now Rosa is a proud woman. At first she refused my gift. I communicated to her that I wouldn't accept no for an answer and she finally agreed to accept my gift while at the same time informing me that she will not be accepting a Christmas bonus from me this year. See, Rosa comes from nothing. She and her husband Ernesto raised their four sons and one daughter on the incomes of a housekeeper and day laborer. They refused to take any form of government assistance because they believe that they owe America, not that America owes them. The day after the party, Rosa's daughter came by my home to personally thank me for the bottle of wine. She told me that the bottle was split amongst all of the guests at the party, just enough wine in each glass that each person was able to have a taste following a toast that her father gave in my honor."

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>"Right now you're probably thinking, "Wow, that's a touching story, but what does this have to do with my presentation?" See, what I never told Rosa was that the bottle of wine I gave her wasn't from my personal wine cellar. Rather, it was a bottle of Two Buck Chuck that I keep in my garage because the acidity cleans the grease right off my hands after I get done working on my 1960 Porsche RS60. How was I able to get away with this? It is because I am perceived as a winner. You are perceived as a loser. For that reason, I'm out."

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>"Have you ever imbibed a glass of chilled black rhinoceros blood? Of course not, I was just being colloquial to start this story with an anecdote. The first time I had a glass I was in South Africa, taking a celebratory drink in Johannesburg after completing a successful hunt. You see, in South Africa they don't hunt lion, or elephant. We hunted a more dangerous game: the kaffir, or black man. I finally had a fine example of my prey, a 15 year old Rwandan refugee, cornered in an Ongo Bongo merchandise warehouse when these thoughts passed through my mind: Should I pull the trigger? Can I ever come back to who I was before this moment? I pulled the trigger, made my first 100 million dollars. Mr. Johnson, this is something you need to ask yourself: can I pull the trigger on this deal and make the right choice? 10% funding for 85% ownership and prima nocte rights to your daughters."

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>"There is a small island in the Bay of Bengal called Malderiki, upon which I own a large mansion. Every year after the first rain, the Newport Beach Wine Society (of which I am a member) gathers at my mansion to watch the island's natives grovel in the mud as their pathetic straw dwellings are ripped apart by the rising waters. On this island there is also a species of endemic carnivorous fish, called Piranha Giganticus. Coinciding with the first rain, this fish swims into the flooded island and begins to feed on the older and weaker natives of Malderiki. Unable to defend themselves from the killer fish and utterly helpless, the natives make their way to my mansion in makeshift canoes. At this point, the Newport Beach Wine Society opens a bottle of pre-revolution French Chardonnay, dated no later than 1760, and places wagers on which native will be the first to reach the high ground of my sprawling lawn. Once the fish have fed and returned to the sea, there are typically a handful of natives left on my lawn, at which point we activate the electric fence and release the crocodiles. Last year, during the crocodile feeding, a tiny speck of native flesh was flung from the lawn up to the balcony where the Newport Beach Wine Society was gathered and landed on my shoe. I retrieved the piece of flesh and placed it in my mouth, washing it down with a glass of Moldovan Pino Griggio. Right now, YOU are that piece of flesh."

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As a young child I often witnessed my mother being relentlessly beaten by my gather. I can still recall hearing her muffled screams through the walls of my bedroom as I lay in bed,, trying to fall asleep. Some nights were worse than others, but I remember the following mornings when my grandmother would take me to school because my mother couldn’t be seen in public. She would wear sunglasses and long-sleeved shirts for weeks while the bruising and swelling slowly healed around her eyes and arms. I never understood how something as simple as an overcooked meal or a spilt glass of wine in the living room could send my father into these inexplicable fits of rage; not until this very moment. Not until I saw your presentation. You are the stain on my father's Afghan rug and I see no club soda nor salt to scrub you away. For an investment of 250,000 dollars I will retain 92% of your company with a lifetime of royalties and if you even for one second glance in Lori’s direction, I will personally crucify each of your children.

>"Several years ago I purchased a mining company on the Indonesian island of Java. This particular area is home to many volcanoes and it is there in which this company i bought concerns itself with the mining of sulphur from within the volcanoes. Now this is by no means a profitable business nor will it ever grow to be, there are much easier ways to gain sulphur in different parts of the world, but what struck me were its workers. These local men begin their day crawling their way down a path into the volcanoe, wherein they are exposed to posionous gases which will no doubt kill them before the age of 35, they then spend several hours gaining enough of the ore before carrying it back up to top of the volcanoe, i found the whole thing beautiful, not because of their determination or anything like that, but it somehow satisfied me to watch these pathetic drones labouring their lives away for a few dollars a day. For that reason, I would like to buy your company also."

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