My view of the world

After the poisoning of KGB defector, Alexander Litvinenko, a man named Mario Scaramella was hospitalized in London for radiation poisoning.
Mr. Scaramella was the man that Litvinenko met in the sushi bar on the day he was poisoned.
Mr. Scaramella also claimed to have been hit with 5 times the dose of polonium 210 that killed Litvinenko, and yet he walked out of the hospital a few days ago with only the most minimal traces of radioactive poisoning, and was otherwise just fine.
This man is one of those people who has been described as a 007 wannabe, he always claims to know the shadiest of people and to have friends in high places.
He has claimed to be a professor at the University of Naples, which claims never to have heard of him.
He was caught on a tape bragging that Silvio Berlusconi, the former Italian prime minister, was considering him for a top job at the United Nations. He later had to admit that he had never met Mr. Berlusconi.
He has been publicly described by people who have known him for years as: “an incurable liar,” “wannabe 007,” “braggart,” “bumbler” and “swindler,” not to mention “fool” and “mental case.”
In fact he’s such a putz that, in spite of being one of the last people to speak to the late, if not lamented, Alexander Litvinenko, he’s not even considered to be a suspect.

I have a friend, who claims to be ex naval intel. good trick since there’s no dd 214 on file, he claims Microsoft tried to hire him, in spite of no college degree and so on.

Now I’ve engaged in my share of “bar talk,” tequila does that to you, but why would you want to carry it over into your everyday, hopefully sober, life?
And why, in god’s name, would you try and sell this b.s. to the international press, like Scaramella?
You know that reporters are going to start digging if you hand them anything that might, by any stretch, be headline news.

Hint, hint, couriers make their living being invisible, in real life spies look like business men because they usually are business men, and if they filmed Bond movies like it would happen in real life, they would go something like this.
“Bond, James Bond.” “Bang.” The end. Roll credits.

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