12.14.12
Culture of Lickspittle Man of the Year
Money graf, from Miami New Times:
Yet judging from New Times reporter Michael Miller’s photo, McAfee spared no expense and despite claims of being broke isn’t letting it stand in the way of a lust for nigiri. Miller reported that McAfee spent more than $400 on lunch. He said he’s received “sacks of cash from friends in Canada which was very nice” and that more than 50 people have given him their credit numbers, including one with a $100,000 limit who said “spend whatever you want.”
Other fine quotes, in a story dubbing John McAfee the “master bullsh—er:”
But then McAfee starts to talk, and it is instantly clear something is not right …
McAfee also started opening up about his life. He said that he cared deeply for both his girlfriends, Amy and Sam, and was worried for their safety in Guatemala, but that monogamy and love were illusions. “This is a rare truth,” he said, before quizzing his three listeners on whether they had ever had an affair.
“I don’t sleep with Amy anymore,” McAfee volunteered. “She tried to kill me four times. She stabbed me in the ass. I’m deaf in one ear because she tried to shoot me in the head. Since we stopped having sex, she hasn’t tried to kill me. Not even once.”
McAfee then offered to hook me up with his sadistic ex. “Sam is not going to want to skin you alive,” he said, “because she will notice that you are actually faithful to women.”
In one moment he promised to tell me the absolute truth. In others, he said he disdained journalists and admitted to playing “practical jokes” on them by routinely lying to them.
“I have no future, no dreams, no plans,” he said. “If you don’t have plans, then life is nothing but chaos.” McAfee paused. “Here’s the truth of life,” he said. “You can be the president but if nobody pays attention to you, you don’t exist.”
And suddenly I understood why McAfee looked so old, so ragged. Without a past or a future to retreat to, his life had become one frenetic moment: an endless search for recognition. Without his young women around, he had turned to reporters for validation.
Read it. Finally, a decent article on John McAfee, after the business and tech media’s weeks of bungling and being the man’s miscellaneous tools.
From CNBC transcript, this morning:
McAFEE: YOU KNOW, MY ACCOUNTANT MAY KNOW WHAT I’M WORTH. I HAVE NOT ASKED HIM RECENTLY. YOU KNOW, I’M 67 YEARS OLD. I EAT WELL AND I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR FOOD AND CLOTHES. I REALLY DON’T HAVE A CLUE SIR.
FRANK: JUST A BALLPARK.
McAFEE: YOU KNOW, LESS THAN FIVE MILLION DOLLARS CERTAINLY
McAfee uses the term “sir” to mock journalists. Some of them haven’t been hipped to this fact quite yet.
McAfee has 5 million, or maybe more, mysterious people give him money in Miami, he spends $400 on a routine lunch and has contempt for everyone he deals with, even people granting favors.
Read his blog for the comments. Note the banner marker — how many sycophants he attracts, even when he treats them like dirt.
Here at the end of 2012 I have the Culture of Lickspittle’s first ever Man of the Year.
John McAfee. Amen.
Here, too, is a YouTube video of McAfee’s 1.2 million dollar beach front hooker palace north of San Pedro (think a criminal element Key West) on Ambergris Caye. Readers will note it was uploaded in 2011. McAfee was apparently looking to unload it well before his current bamboozling. By view count, very few people in media seem to have noticed the sale and video tour hiding in plain sight.
There’s another hidden laugher in this. If you do a keyword search of the news feeds for “McAfee,” the tycoon’s antics drown out everything issued by his former company. For the short term he’s made their publicity arm on enterprise security somewhat useless.