I'm the most dangerous combination out there. Smart enough to make an exceptional living to support this hobby and dangerous enough to not take shit from keyboard warriors like you and do something about it. What'd you do in Somalia, sit behind a desk and bark out orders to meatheads? Typical.
Clown. The only people you're a danger to are yourself and any woman or child you come in contact with. You're the international poster boy for uncontrolled anger management and violence. The perfect living example of clinical psychosis.
Smart? Only a fucking retard meathead with serious psychological and emotional issues spends his time running around both the real and virtual worlds challenging everyone to a fistfight, as though that's the solution to everything.
Exceptional living? Last status
you posted here, you'd been 'laid off' (i.e. fired) from your supposedly very lucrative 'executive' job and were taking extended time off to rejuvenate your music career (i.e. do piecework at TGI Friday's once in a while). Then you claimed you had a massive year financially, but outsmarted the CRA and got yourself a tax refund. Newsflash dumbass...people who really have lucrative jobs don't get tax refunds. They may pay less tax because of a good accountant, but they don't get a tax
refund. If you got a tax refund, you ain't making any kind of 'exceptional living'. If you're going to fabricate BS, at least understand how the tax system works FFS!
Sounds more like an unemployed middle management meatheat slowly burning through his severance and savings trying to impress hookers and pretending to 'scare' operators.
What'd I do in Somalia?
Think of me as a FedEx manager in country, leading a large team of delivery people in the field - I spent my days riding around in large, metal vehicles delivering important packages to locals door-to-door, up close and in person. Some days, addressees were happy to see me or one of my crew. Most times, not so much.
As I said before. You should learn to shut your hole before someone gets fed up of your BS and decides to deliver you a package. Because you're too stupid to even see it coming.