Frankie Cocozza… and how girls like the bad boys…

I usually never ever watch programs such as “Your mother’s got talent” or “My name is idiot”, but a certain chap who auditioned on the U.K. version of X Factor caught my attention. He calls his own life “mental” and hopes to become famous to get as many girls as possible. You have to love the honesty in his explanation on why he entered the program. At least he will never make any brainless remarks as some beauty pageant bimbos do, such as “when i become Miss Potato, i will make sure no one in the world is hungry anymore” or “can you repeat the question”.

What also became quite obvious, is that tattooing girls names on your butt, gets you more girls. The girls seem to like the bad boy. It might even be an interesting source of income since it seems women would even pay to be part of the list. However, resources are obviously not unlimited. I am wondering how much a spot on Frankie’s derrière would go for when auctioned online… Girls, any suggestions?

Anyway, just check out his audition and enjoy the frankness by Frankie.

Sincerely mine

Victor Hale

Well, grazie mille, Mr Berlusconi !

It is unbelievable, you wouldn’t see this in a B movie directed by a cocaine addicted pink poodle… Mr. Prime Minister of Italy, Il Cavaliere, calls his bella Italia a “paese di merda”, a shitty country. After all the scandals, this guy is still not removed from the political scene in Italy. In other countries, getting a parking ticket is enough to kick out a member of parliament, let alone a Prime Minister.

The whole world knows that Silvio is a ladies man and don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with that. Up to the point off course when it becomes embarassing or even barely legal. I don’t think the name “bunga bunga” party leaves much to the imagination. It is simply amazing that even after Rubygate, the Man is still in function. And I am quite sure that’s not the only gate he shouldn’t have gone through.

But all things said and done, you have to give it to him. He has been able all this time to keep over 60 million Italians in line, through politics and media supremacy. He never loses his weird sense of humor and is one of the most powerful men in Europe. For me he is up there with Donald Duck, disposable lenses and that creepy red Teletubbie.

Sincerely mine

Victor Hale

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the king is dead, long live the king

Pfew, finally I can talk about it, because of course, I knew about it for quite a while already. You know, I have been reading the newspapers and I have to say that you guys shouldn’t worry so much. Yes, it’s true, Timmy is not the wild vixen Steve is, but he sure knows what fun is. At least, if you think staring at a screen for 26 hours a day is fun.

I’ve known Timmy since he was a little boy. He liked to go for long walks even then. From his desk to the fridge and back again was one heck of an adventure! He once programmed his remote controlled car to do it for him, but that turned out to be a disaster. He mistakenly programmed his father’s Dodge Ram and ran over the neighbor’s dog. He called it the iDodge, but the dog didn’t get that.

When his parents finally sent him to Auburn University, he started to really open up to the world. He got to know lots of cool people, who would later take him on in the board of directors at Nike because Timmy never gave them back those polaroids. Awkward moments…

Anyway, I would like to wish Tim Brook the best of luck and I would also ask him when he is returning my book on Becoming a Successful Businessman.

Sincerely mine,

Victor Hale

Look at yourself first.

I have seen it so many times. People feel put down, wronged, betrayed… well, blame yourself. I myself have never experienced the likes of it. You know why? It’s easy, no regrets. A key of living already discovered by the ancient Greeks. There is no magic about it. I hate self-pity. That is reserved for the losers of this earth. And let’s be clear, I am not part of those.

Screw those who are convinced that bad things are happening to them because some outside source of cruelty has decided it so. No, you have your own faith in your own hands. I will give you an example, since you don’t seem to be grasping what I mean.

Not so long ago, I met a woman who found the nerve to come up to me and ask me the following : “Mr Hale, my husband stares at other women. What should I do?”. Well, first of all, that is not a problem, that is only natural. He does not like or love you less for it. There is a clear analogy with the business world.

I love my clients, but I am more interested in the clients of my competitors. The underlying feeling is, how do I get them interested in me. Well, if you have a partner, suddenly, other singles just magically seem to grow an interest in you. Personally, I never had that issue, since everyone is always interested in me. Why? Sorry, that’s my secret.

Sincerely mine,

Victor Hale

but don’t push it, ladies !

I don’t follow the latest stiches of the fashion industry, but I am quite sure that what I saw this weekend, was not fashionable. I can recognize style and elegance when I see it, which is not difficult, since I have a big mirror in my bathroom which lets me enjoy a wonderful reflection each time I pass it. But enough about my mirror, back to what I saw this weekend.

Together with some friends, I went for a drink. What friends you ask? I am afraid I can not tell you that, since that would stir the financial markets too much. But we were  witnesses to the most disturbing scene. We saw a flock of 15 year old girls, making enough noise, showing of their drunkenness to attract the attention of deaf rapists, dressed in such a way that even thinking of looking at their toes would have displayed what should not be displayed in the middle of the road. I find it hard to believe that their parents were aware of their daughters dress code and / or behavior. For a moment, a feeling of sheer panic started taking me over.

But as always, society is filled with extremes. Not much later, we saw a similar group of young females, but this time, they seemed to have come straight out of a very bad movie from the fifties. Even my grandmother would have called their choice of clothes “old school traditional”. It looked as a failed combination of Amish meets Jehovah.

I wonder what happened to elegant, well bread girls who find it important to at all time be respectable. What is wrong with being seen as female, even as fragile? Did the feminists destroy the self-image of girls instead of making them aware?

All I know is, and this goes for anything, extremes are always extreme, so, don’t push it ladies!

sincerely mine,

Victor Hale