My dearest Marchello, you've said a mouthful. I respectfully request you give me a long moment to digest it all.ME wrote:You created a challenge by advertising your client's supremacy and awaiting any failure from some other side - it remains unchallenged (this iteration) no matter how the other side reacts, therefore the bet you placed can't be lost.WaltzCee wrote:This is so interesting. Let us break it down. A pimp takes something and turns a dime; puts some in his pocket and gives the whore some (for make-up, perfume or what ever) then does it again. In other words for a pimp, it's about having nothing on the table and collecting 20 pieces of silver.ME wrote:Interesting viewpoint... I thought you were supposed to be your client's supporter, not your client's pimp or merchant.
For me that's not the case. I have a dog in the race. I have something on the table. I have my very life on the table. If I loose, feed me to the lions. Throw me into a firey furnace with Shadrach, Meshach and a BadNegro. I don't give a rats ass.
I have skin in the game, but more than that. My very existence is in the balance. Way more than skin if you ask me.
I'm betting on the one that knows where the fulcrum is and puts it where he damn well pleases.
Hence it's a marketing trick (your bet priced supremacy, not praised) which can be repeated cheaply (pimped) without additional costs (one life).
All this is based on your privileged personal experience and can't be proven by someone else (personal) and can't be proven by you (but experienced).
How do we really know you bested your better?
Possibly you were either just better in some of those cases, perhaps you overestimated the other, underestimate yourself, was just lucky, unknowingly helped by your client, and/or/thus/besides/while/also/maybe/hence/ergo the other had a bad moment.
Perhaps you never tried to test your client yourself for some unknown reason, so it might even be possible you'd surpass your client when you'd try; perhaps you already tried and something funny or mysterious happened... I don't know (perhaps some day, perhaps better when it remains that way).
I don't think you will be torn, sliced, diced, marinated, pickled, barbecued, grilled, fried, cooked, or otherwise be processed as it were a form of revenge, wrath, judgement or other weird sense of hind-sight-correction; --- at least that should not happen according to the Mighty Fulcrum I know, it's simply not how fulcrum-thingies behave. Your existence should be safe enough.
Still makes me wonder though: what would the situation be when you match (or transcend) your own client? :-)
I can assure you I'm up to the task, yet not just right now. What I've noticed about anything you've got to say is it takes me quite a while to understand.
Give me a moment, kind sir, and I'll get back to you. I've bookmarked this.