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Wolfgang Loescher strode onto the stage. He didn't bother giving Kato an 'I'll deal with you later' look. He was furiously pissed at Tim Versace, Chevrolet salesman extraordinaire. Wolfgang Loescher was a Mercedes Benz salesman extraordinaire. How did he come to be such a man? Very carefully. With true German engineering precision, Wolfgang Loescher had risen to the top, from his humble beginnings in Dusseldorf, Germany. 'Patience is protection' Wolfgangs father had always counselled. 'Drink your beer and watch your words. Enjoy your work.' Were other bits of advice Wolfgang Loescher's father had given him. Tim Versace hustled over and greeted Wolfgang, saying "Here is a Mercedes salesman. Your name, sir?" Tim Versace tilted the microphone to Wolfgang, who snatched it out of his hand, and said "Versace, my name is not important. What's important is that we recognize that Mercedes Benz was not in the least bit involved in the financial crisis. The fact that we build some of the best cars in the world, and that Chevy sucks, probably played a role in your rank lies, which all the worlds best car people are here to observe me labeling as such, and placing on the record. "Financial frippery practiced by Wall Street, political deviance practiced by self promoters in office, and most of all the United States now decade long proclivity for acting as if life is some sort of reality TV show, and then worse, believing it! That, ladies and gentlemen, THAT is what the problem is. Versace, I wouldn't trust a Chevrolet on a snowy road, and I wouldn't wash my Mercedes Benz with your toxic American beer, much less drink it." The worlds assembled car pros went absofu@#ingly nuts. Tim Versace blushed, a deep red, as the crowd of almost two thousand strong cheered Wolfgang. So many times he'd daydreamed about arguing politics with foreigners, and upstaging Mercedes Benz. And now this. Tim Versace looked over toward the side stage, where Veronica was. Her shoulders had slumped involuntarily, probably when she detected that Wolfgang spoke English with more precision and care than Tim Versace.— February 11, 2010 2:43 p.m.
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Kato surveyed the situation. The Germans were advancing with a leader upfront. That was Wolfgang. Then there were two or three salesmen, and then a couple of heavy bruisers bringing up the rear. Kato took off low and fast, hit the aisle they were in, flew down it and hit the two bruisers from behind, with his feet kicking them so hard in the calves they would not be moving too fast in the immediate future. Katos chest flew between them and he caught himself on their shoulders, more or less all at once. "Sorry!" he cried, Jackie Channing the situation, as he scrambled by. Then he elbowed aside the middlemen, and caught Wolfgang. He jumped in front of him, and said "You only. No fighting. I mean it."— February 3, 2010 1:13 a.m.
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Tim Versace scanned the crowd after the ambient music played. Tim called it new age, but that was because he was old school. He saw the different salesmen, and different nationalities, all arrayed in front of him. They were watching with more than a little expectation. One or two had left during the new age music. Tim was glad to have them gone. When an old dog can't learn new tricks, it's run its course. Tim Versace wasn't totally of the 'try something new everyday' crowd, but when he did try something new, he did it with discernment, and sincerety. Tim Versace told the worlds greatest car pros in Copenhagen, Denmark: "The new age music is intended to reach us emotionally, and set us on a tempo that is more along the lines of what happened before us. Every culture looks to its ancestors for guidance and advice. When things are changing fast, we still need to learn from our forebearers. If we don't learn from them, how can we teach the young? "Are we or are we not part of one world family? This is my question? The economic crisis? That was caused by Mercedes drivers. Fat cats, in too much car. Riches are an illusion." Tim Versace was staring at the Mercedes Benz contingent when he said that. They immediately huddled, to discuss the finer points of Tim Versace's most recent statement. It didn't take them long to determine that he was insulting them. Their leader rose and shouted "You can't challenge us that way. Chevy sucks. We want the microphone, now!" With that, the Mercedes contingent filed into the aisle and began approaching the stage. The world's greatest car pros gasped. In the Chinese contingent, Kato was dozing next to Mystery Man. He could have sat in the Mercedes contingent, since he was a test driver for Mercedes security limousines, but he wanted to be in the Chinese section. It was his call. Mystery Man elbowed him awake and said "Kato!! Mercedes team going to beat up car salesman! Go help him!" The Smiths: 'How soon is now?' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_U5HpeA_WSo— January 31, 2010 6:45 p.m.
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In any event, the story really isn't that important. I want to apaologize to SDaniels, for remarks that were uncalled for. I honestly don't even know her, so to get personal like that was just totally ungentleman like and wrong. So I apologize.— January 26, 2010 5:14 p.m.
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Well then, I think a dedication for Rebecca is perfectly in order. This is Julieta Venegas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0gvnLBreK4— January 25, 2010 1:07 p.m.
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Well, I never! This is not a staff story board, its a thread. I'm creating a great story here, which shouldn't irritate you or others. I'm interested in the neighborhood blog thing, as I've said. The problem is that I'm not getting the live links needed to register. BTW while we're on that, what is this about being like everyone else? 'The reasonable man adjusts himself to society. The unreasonable man expects society to adjust to him. Therefore, all progress relies on the unreasonable man.' Thats a paraphrase of a writers quote. Certainly English. In any event if you're not hooked on 'Condo' then 'mores the pity.' Thats Shakespeare. FYI spam is unsolicited e-mail sent for commercial gain to multiple parties. On a message board, or public forum, spamming may be considered as overposting, in which case the moderator, or group of moderators, may intercede. Are you a moderator? Or do you prefer to refer to "social cues" and play the part? Because SDaniels, theres three things I don't particularly like about you- 1) That smirk- you may be that good looking, but you're not that smart. Nobody is that smart, for Gods sake. Do you want to see what a decent web shot looks like? Here: http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/93/m_… 2) Your coziness with Pistol Pete, who whizzes about the board, spreading Rush Limbaugh shtick slathered in braggadocio, and who is in this time and place, frankly alarming and unseemly. But I don't care to have him censored, my preference is to allow others to participate, and call it atmosphere. 3) The way you lie in wait. If I meet your approval, I get an occasional stroke, but overall, its all about you controlling the situation. If someone is spamming, in the looser use of the term, its Pistol Pete and yourself, certainly not me. I think you're crowding people out and making people feel uncomfortable. And, just so we get this clear, if you have some private connection with Barbarella, you need to disclose that. Then we can take this straight upstairs to Jim Holman. Similarly, if Pistol Pete has any connections with law enforcement, that needs to be disclosed. Forthwith. Lets do this all right here and right now.— January 24, 2010 10:04 p.m.
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No, but I've seen Ice T.— January 23, 2010 7:56 p.m.
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Tim Versace said "But there is a better way. Working together, global auto can bring an orderly transformation from carbon fuels to green, sustainables. We're going to dim the lights, listen to some new age music, and get in the mood to relax, and conceive of a better, sustainable, clean future for ourselves and people around the world. Dig this video people." . The lights dimmed, and this video played: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQgI44v6y3g— January 23, 2010 7:27 p.m.
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(Its not spam first of all. And isn't the blogosphere itself built on installments? For example, your serial harassments, I've had to take in installments. But I'm not tripping. You're hooked on 'Condo', SDaniels. I have a readership. Just follow along with the story, put on your nice face, desist in thinking that Pistol Pete is some type of role model for you, and let it happen, okay?)— January 23, 2010 7:11 p.m.
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Mid December, 2009, in Copenhagen, Denmark: The top car pros in the world were assembled to hear Tim Versace walk around the 2010 GM line up. But Tim Versace had not been sent there to pitch Chevys. He was there to share a vision, with the world. The lights dimmed, and the music played, accompanied by a big screen presentation of Chevy's newest, best. The Chevy Cruze, rated at 41 mpg, not a hybrid, a four cylinder turbo, available in second quarter 2010. The ZR1 Corvette, rated at 198 miles per hour, The fastest car General Motors had ever built. The Impala, the Malibu, the Equinox, the Traverse, and the Chevy Volt, the first true electric drive model in the world that offered internal combustion independance, available third quarter 2010. This is the music that played: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg3OKtFL_Yg When the lights came up, Veronica strode onstage, full of confidence and sass. The car people whooped and hollered. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mister Tim Versace!" Tim Versace strode onto the stage, immaculately dressed, full of purpose, ready to go. The spotlight was on him. The applause was polite, nothing more. "Hello, thank you! My name is Tim Versace. I'm speaking English, but for those of you who don't, we have Dragon Systems, on the fly translators to bridge the gap. Welcome to Copenhagen!" Tim Versace gave a flourish and a bow to his fellow car pros, at the mega-conference on green, sustainable living. He continued: "Of course I'm a Chevrolet salesman, but I'm not here to pitch a Chevy car, because lets face it, theres a ton of good cars out there, from all around the world. We're here in this city, on this day, to talk about where we're going. Now, a car is about the greatest tool ever invented. Agreed?" There were murmurs of assent from the huge crowd. "But a car can't take you anywhere, if you don't know where you're going. No tool can, not even a computer. Technology, by itself, is but an illusory mirage, a disfigurement of what is natural, and all too often, as we have seen, a pre-cursor to conflict, as we imagine that some technology or other, some device, can solve our problems, and overcome our all too human defects. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here to tell you that technology by itself is more dangerous than money. Money can't buy happiness, but it can definately postpone misery. We too can postpone misery- through money- but if we do, then what will become of our children? If we continue to trash the world, our children will live in trash, and if we continue to pollute the world, our children will live in a dark atmosphere of hopelessnees, and our childrens children will be born without hope, only to see a black, foreboding sky. It will be our fault." Now Tim Versace had their attention.— January 22, 2010 3:25 p.m.