Sports, the Mafia, and toughness.

I think there is considerable evidence to suggest that my status as an athelete is considered by some to be unusually strong for a Mafia kingpin, as apparently they tend to have a less fraternal life beginning than I have been privileged to pursue. Or it may be that my athleticism is cited by those who would defend my selection against a faction critical of my toughness. Wrestling is a sport without blows, but replete with toughness, and that is where I found my sporting voice, leading me into manhood with a good footing.

VISA credit card endorsement

I have had a VISA credit card for over a year now. I would say it is responsible for a large part of my security today, in dollar terms. Without it, my health would be poorer because I would not have eaten as well. Though all my available cash goes to make the monthly minimum payments, I have calculated this part of my budget over the next year and it looks like i am in ship shape.I get three meals a day at my nursing home. These are on the order of 70% eatable. While this is a problem, it is not as big a problem as being homeless, which I was for eight years. So you can see why i say the VISA card has been good for me. it's not a grant. I have to pay it all back eventually, plus interest of course. But in my line of work, that is, being the first of the chicago mafia, every moment in the present, spent on pivotal details, means a whole lot more high functioning structure in my world than would exist otherwise, and thereby the means of paying for the present use of those funds will more than likely be ready at hand.

I also have a Mastercard for business.

claiming victory in barack obama's election

As the sidebar video entitled, "first", discusses, my first public comment that I wanted to join the mafia, stated to two police officers, made note that I wanted to heal relations between blacks and whites. Ever since then I have acted consistent with that expression and with a substantial but unaccustomed apprehension of the powers at my call to accomplish it. Foremost was the decision to maintain public silence on this issue so as not to attract attention to it as a policy of the chicago mafia, an approach which seemed to me more in keeping with the mafia way of doing business, most notably in its "code of silence". I kept to this decision despite one gang leader's urges that I go public with the policy.

During this policy's duration I made two $20 contributions to black organizations, and told no one except that one of them, to the United Negro College Fund, I allowed to send a confidential announcement of to the assistant administrator of the nursing home where I live. She never spoke of receiving it, which is perfectly within the policy of silence. The other organization I sent money to was a New York, help the homeless who want to work, group.

My own writing, shown to no one, approached the issue from a general political openness, allowing both a partisanship with racists, for what I saw as reasonable grounds, which I was personally able to do as the son of a racist, and a partisanship with liberals, which my mother prepared me to do quite effectively.

As a result of this policy, and because I took the heat of circumstances without declaring I was first of Chicago, except to a few close associates, I can safely say that I was the reason Barack Obama's greatness was perceived by the American electorate in 2008.

They asked me what I wanted to do for a living.

When they initially made me First, some lady asked me what I wanted to do for a living. I said fine arts. Ok, great. So I go all out to master drawing in starbucks stores, get the show up, and nobody buys anything. And before that I get a show of oils at Truman College and nobody buys anything there. Why the hell did they ask me what field I was going into if it makes no difference to them that they know that, and they don't immediately back me up with encouraging crowd control when I make some progress? Ok, so you say, that's two shows. you cant expect results from just two shows. Yeah, two shows. These are the beachhead. You don't get a whole lot of these things. And when you don't get monetary rewards, you are not a success. You cant get married. You don't make a mark. What possibly could I have done better? And then there's this issue of my signature. I get this psychic-mentor insistence that I work on a slow handed signature as if my signature isn't ok the way it is. Why the hell waste the contact time, such as those things are, on an issue that to me is unnecessary. My signature is fine. Slow fast, its all the same. I worked on my signature intensely when i was doing oils. I have a dynamite signature. What the hell is going on with this guy telling me to work on my signature. Why not use the contact time to advise me on my asking price? That's what i really need. That, they let go completely, ignoring it, consigning me to no sales. So here I am penniless, turning 58 soon, and without a love relationship. It tell you it stinks.

Nobody wants me to succeed.

I remember sitting in a Starbucks working on a drawing of the interior and being aware of an overwhelming feeling that nobody cared what I was doing, didn't want me to learn anything about drawing, wasn't going to follow up on anything I did, and in general found the notion that I was doing my best to be a good artist totally ludicrous. I couldn't maintain my focus. And this wasn't a temporary feeling. It was with me constantly. How the hell am I supposed to be a success when this kind of nonsense is going on. Sorry, but I don't accept the Mafia's pronouncement that I haven't done my part. I got the show at a different Starbucks, despite all this opposition, and then nobody bought anything. I dont know. Seems like they're not backing me up when I do make an advance. What the hell is wrong with them?

Mafia information failure

The mafia, of all entities, needed to know I saw the fire of moses. I didn't know when they annointed me that they needed to know it and they of course had no way of knowing unless I told them, and they don't consult with me. Subsequently, the information got lost. As a result, my entire administration has been characterized by anticipation by the Mafia of a great performance based on no such experience, rather than anticipation of a once in three thousand year performance or greater. Sixteen years has been a waste, and now old age has set in. I suppose it's nobody's fault, but it's damn infuriating.