Oscar Orton
Richard Branson is planning to go into space and hearing the British nobleman speak of it it is clear his mind is in it already. The hardworking billionaire is preparing himself physically as he gets up at five in the morning and bikes and kite surfs in warm waters of the equator. The plutocrat Jeff Branson also travels frequently as head of some meager airline company called Virgin that somehow this clown gets valued in holdings so high convincing people he deserves billions in annual income to do the things and thinking he does as a knighted member of the British royal court.
Mr Branson says humanity is destined to go into space and that rich billionaire dreamers and scammers of culture and the economies will be the first to go up and smell the fresh vacuums of space. King Richard has been hiking and staying in Morocco kicking it with King Muhammad IV and his harem of hooties, while taking occasional time out to hike and travel the Atlas mountains preparing for the day he climbs Martian volcano and explores deep mysterious canyons on the fucking Moon. Branson told CNBC that he prepares for this grugiality with a game of tennis in the morning along with a ten mile bike ride, rock climbing, hiking, jogging, yoga, and Ta Chi along with his long bike ride. Jeff's ultimate goal is to be the first developer on Mars wishing to build condos and cities grown up on limited space and this deep thinking and hope propels the imagination and ingenuity of King Richard into a higher place with no reality except for the fizzled brain wires inside his cranium upset that his vision will never be realize din his or anyone lifetime in the n ext sixty generations of mankind.
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