Pick up the phone right now and call one of companies' ‘number that handle your money. This can be any company which you have an account with; your bank account, health insurance, home mortgage, cell phone and residential phone service, online shopping and auctions etc., you’ll be greeted by….who? You guessed it. A cow!
A ruminating cow sitting in a cubicle behind an office desk that is surrounded by low walls, not fences, (Because this is a human-cow, (a primate belonging to a family of which the modern human being is the only species still in existence), therefore, I will use the word in general “humacow” if met through telecommunications, and, if met physically, depending on their origins, race and nationality, I will use the names like Hu-Shicow, Tai-Shicow, Hu-Jincow and so on), will answer, “This is such and such company. My Name is Carly Cow, how can I help you today?” You don’t believe me? Come on, go ahead, and try it now. Who’re you gonna call? The Humacows!
These mechanized humacows, hired calculatedly by corporations’ humacow-experts, are taking us for billions of dollars without really realizing it. And we, the He-Jinballs, are working for them and their Sneakers. We, clueless He-Jinballs, work real hard in bed, at NASA; at New Car Innovations (we He-Jinballs tactlessly design cars with Shi-cows in mind, to impress them and gain their ungrateful humacow-minds)
My intention here is not to teach you how to fight for your money (I will leave this to David Bach, author of Fight For Your Money who has done not only a great job given birth to such book, but also managed to take the common-sumer to the deepest chasms of secrets of the Art of Legal Rip-Off that, otherwise, you would have never known they existed) but to fight the Trojan Cows behind each office desk that are used as the “Tools of Rip-Off” by their Handlers whom the chances of reaching them not only zero, but you’d have more chances of being hit by meteor Apophis twice before its due time in 2029.
Here is what I mean.
It’s not about your case, but about who is behind the desk handling your case…
...which is the Humacow. A Humacow (or The Trojan Cow) can make your case as easy as a blink of an eye or as hard as drawing water from the sun.
Skipping car-loan insurance, as David Bach suggests, or (as in the example of a recent incident I have experienced in the ER) declining a co-pay of surgery cost and, despite of making this crystal clear to the doctor, looking you strait in the eye and the doctor assures you that there is no co-payment once being admitted to the ER, which makes you think, why would a respectable doctor lie or what chance do I have but believing Miss Respectable here; after all, I’m in a frigging ER which translates to life and death. So, you say YES, doc, get your scalpel ready. I’m ready to be scalped like white man who’s been over-powered by an Indian, I have surrendered, and only a little more than a week to be hit by a bill with 4 digits as opposed to your 2 digits balance in your account.
How can you fight that?
Being charged with “evading a police officer” (A real incident) and “Reckless Driving” when all you did was just got on the highway and drove 30 seconds, less than a mile, before you noticed the unmarked CHP Petrol car in the rear-mirror flashing behind you and; pulling over, making a safe stop, your eyes glued to the rear-mirror, seeing, in disbelieve, the CHP Officer’s pointed gun at you, telling you to remain in your vehicle and to keep your hands in the air where he can see them which instantly alarms your still sleepy brains, forces you to think, But, he can’t see my hands from the semi-tinted-sun reflected rear window, oh. God, he’ll start shooting, thinking I have moved my hands, trying to reach for something, maybe a gun, a machine gun or an AK-47, because he is sure you’re a terrorist, fully armed, otherwise, why would he draw his gun with his finger on the trigger, ready to pull any second now…you remain put.
Frozen.
Frozen, until a backup arrives after fifteen minutes or longer, handcuffed in a flash and being taking to the County Jail, being read your rights, your charges and, flabbergasted, looking ahead through the windshield, all you can say is, It’s beautiful morning, looking dumbfounded through the windshield, while the police officer acknowledge it by a slight nod, you keep asking the same questions in your head, What now and what is evading police officer, silently chanting like a Buddhist Monk as the petrol car makes its way to the Big House With Thousands Locks…What now…What is evading police officer…What now what is…
How do you fight that?
You have been apprehended by a decorated Humacow. Whatever Humacow says is what happened. Humacow’s word is the Gospel truth. Now, your future has been put in a Humacow’s hands in less than thirty seconds. Humacow can change his word, stop the petrol car at any spot, make U-T and drives you back to your car, flashing a smile and saying, That should be a lesson well learned. You’re free to go. Get out here, after all nothing really happened and no one got hurt, you think. But, he won’t. Humacows are not trained to do that. Nobody can change his word, no God, no Jesus…nothing, nobody. Only himself, the Humacow can change his word.
How do you fight that?
Here, where the most powerful weapon comes to the rescue. The most powerful weapon you could ever have is to know the psychology of Humacow that instilled by the Handler. To know the psychology of humacow is the ultimate power.
To be Continued...or need I say more?
A ruminating cow sitting in a cubicle behind an office desk that is surrounded by low walls, not fences, (Because this is a human-cow, (a primate belonging to a family of which the modern human being is the only species still in existence), therefore, I will use the word in general “humacow” if met through telecommunications, and, if met physically, depending on their origins, race and nationality, I will use the names like Hu-Shicow, Tai-Shicow, Hu-Jincow and so on), will answer, “This is such and such company. My Name is Carly Cow, how can I help you today?” You don’t believe me? Come on, go ahead, and try it now. Who’re you gonna call? The Humacows!
These mechanized humacows, hired calculatedly by corporations’ humacow-experts, are taking us for billions of dollars without really realizing it. And we, the He-Jinballs, are working for them and their Sneakers. We, clueless He-Jinballs, work real hard in bed, at NASA; at New Car Innovations (we He-Jinballs tactlessly design cars with Shi-cows in mind, to impress them and gain their ungrateful humacow-minds)
My intention here is not to teach you how to fight for your money (I will leave this to David Bach, author of Fight For Your Money who has done not only a great job given birth to such book, but also managed to take the common-sumer to the deepest chasms of secrets of the Art of Legal Rip-Off that, otherwise, you would have never known they existed) but to fight the Trojan Cows behind each office desk that are used as the “Tools of Rip-Off” by their Handlers whom the chances of reaching them not only zero, but you’d have more chances of being hit by meteor Apophis twice before its due time in 2029.
Here is what I mean.
It’s not about your case, but about who is behind the desk handling your case…
...which is the Humacow. A Humacow (or The Trojan Cow) can make your case as easy as a blink of an eye or as hard as drawing water from the sun.
Skipping car-loan insurance, as David Bach suggests, or (as in the example of a recent incident I have experienced in the ER) declining a co-pay of surgery cost and, despite of making this crystal clear to the doctor, looking you strait in the eye and the doctor assures you that there is no co-payment once being admitted to the ER, which makes you think, why would a respectable doctor lie or what chance do I have but believing Miss Respectable here; after all, I’m in a frigging ER which translates to life and death. So, you say YES, doc, get your scalpel ready. I’m ready to be scalped like white man who’s been over-powered by an Indian, I have surrendered, and only a little more than a week to be hit by a bill with 4 digits as opposed to your 2 digits balance in your account.
How can you fight that?
Being charged with “evading a police officer” (A real incident) and “Reckless Driving” when all you did was just got on the highway and drove 30 seconds, less than a mile, before you noticed the unmarked CHP Petrol car in the rear-mirror flashing behind you and; pulling over, making a safe stop, your eyes glued to the rear-mirror, seeing, in disbelieve, the CHP Officer’s pointed gun at you, telling you to remain in your vehicle and to keep your hands in the air where he can see them which instantly alarms your still sleepy brains, forces you to think, But, he can’t see my hands from the semi-tinted-sun reflected rear window, oh. God, he’ll start shooting, thinking I have moved my hands, trying to reach for something, maybe a gun, a machine gun or an AK-47, because he is sure you’re a terrorist, fully armed, otherwise, why would he draw his gun with his finger on the trigger, ready to pull any second now…you remain put.
Frozen.
Frozen, until a backup arrives after fifteen minutes or longer, handcuffed in a flash and being taking to the County Jail, being read your rights, your charges and, flabbergasted, looking ahead through the windshield, all you can say is, It’s beautiful morning, looking dumbfounded through the windshield, while the police officer acknowledge it by a slight nod, you keep asking the same questions in your head, What now and what is evading police officer, silently chanting like a Buddhist Monk as the petrol car makes its way to the Big House With Thousands Locks…What now…What is evading police officer…What now what is…
How do you fight that?
You have been apprehended by a decorated Humacow. Whatever Humacow says is what happened. Humacow’s word is the Gospel truth. Now, your future has been put in a Humacow’s hands in less than thirty seconds. Humacow can change his word, stop the petrol car at any spot, make U-T and drives you back to your car, flashing a smile and saying, That should be a lesson well learned. You’re free to go. Get out here, after all nothing really happened and no one got hurt, you think. But, he won’t. Humacows are not trained to do that. Nobody can change his word, no God, no Jesus…nothing, nobody. Only himself, the Humacow can change his word.
How do you fight that?
Here, where the most powerful weapon comes to the rescue. The most powerful weapon you could ever have is to know the psychology of Humacow that instilled by the Handler. To know the psychology of humacow is the ultimate power.
To be Continued...or need I say more?
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