STEVE JOBS = MONTGOMERY BURNS?

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I saw Steve Jobs the other night. The movie, not the man.

My opinion of the him?

Much as I understand what an icon he is with all his inventing, founding, marketing and shit; I just didn’t like what I saw of him.

I wanted to like him, really I did, especially since I own an iPhone and other Apple products, and since I’ve heard so much about the genius. 

But I hated the way he ignored his friends, treated his pregnant girlfriend and rejected (initially) his daughter.

To me, charity begins at home, and if you can’t be loving and giving to family and friends, not to mention your own child; you deserve to drink vegetable juices for the rest of your days (or apple juice in his case) and be portrayed as Montgomery Burns. (Have you noticed both their hand movements? It’s uncanny, I tell you.)

So, after seeing the movie, I’ve decided to toss out my Macbook Air for a typewriter.

One that hasn’t been founded or made by Apple.

If you know of one, please holler. Money is no object, I have tons of IOUs  I can issue:)

Yeah.

PS: I no longer care for Ashton Kutcher either, after seeing him in the role of Steve Jobs, so I’ve decided to delete all my episodes of Punked I’ve pirated from the internet.

PPS: I know a few of you are gonna kick my ass for talking ill about Stevo, but that’s cool. Just take a number and stand in line. While you’re waiting, read my book below if you’re over 18. If you aren’t over 18, ask your mom to buy it. Or your dad. 🙂

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Description:
Tarago Jakobus was 6’4”, intelligent, extremely wealthy with a Midas touch.
He was also openly racist, politically incorrect and a chauvinistic pig who told offensive jokes.
He loved to party and was used to women vying for his attention.
So when his eyes fell on Tanin, he expected her to just melt into his bed and be grateful that he even looked her way.
To his utter surprise, she was totally unimpressed with his wealth, thought he was an uneducated buffoon and publicly rejected him.
Of course he was shocked and humiliated by her response.
But no woman had ever turned Tarago down before, and he found her fascinating. He became obsessed with her and decided to win her over his way – destroy all that is precious to her, so that she would have no choice but to need him.
If that didn’t work, he’d switch to plan ‘B’ – take away her freedom and throw her ass in jail.
And being the absolute bastard that he was, he did.

http://www.amazon.com/Obsessed-Me-rejected-destroy-ebook/dp/B00CT1TMG6

Excerpt:

Kan jy Afrikaans praat?”

“No!” I fold my arms across my chest. “I prefer English.”

Hoekom (Why)?”

“Because, sir, Afrikaans is the language of the oppressor.”

“It is also my language. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to continue my surf and turf. Have a good evening.”

As he tries to walk away, I step in front of him and block his path. Opening my purse, I take out two coins and slap them on the table.

He looks at the coins, at my face, and his eyes twinkle.

Furious at his inability to take me seriously, I take out more coins from my purse and slap them in front of him. “Or do you need a note instead of coins? Huh?”

Again, he looks at the coins and smiles.

I open my purse and empty the contents on the table. “Why stop at coins, huh? Take my lipstick, my pens, my keys, my wallet – take everything! Just leave me the f…just leave me alone.”

With a smile, he brushes past me and walks away, leaving me staring after him.

Sarah appears and jerks her thumb towards the door. “Or do you want me to get security?”

Feeling like I’m in a really bad dream, I collect the contents of my bag and make my way out through the back door of the restaurant.

As I leave, I spot Tarago’s Merc parked in a special parking bay. A shiny, silver SLK. Ashwin always admired this car. Said it costs as much as a house. Mm.

I walk over to the stack of liquor bottles waiting to be collected, grab a Johnny Walker blue label and smile to myself. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to his car and slam the empty bottle on the windscreen. Bam! It shatters.

That felt greeeeat!

Damn bottle broke in my hand, though. No problem; I run over to the heap of empty bottles and grab another. Bam! The bonnet buckles. Man, this feels amazing. Why didn’t I do it before?

“What the fok are you doing?” a man screams.

“Stand back!” I warn as I raise the bottle.

He fired me – bam!

He’s evicting us – bam!

He’s lying ’bout me stealing – bam!

He’s an arrogant son of a bitch – bam!

All around the car, I walk and slam bottle after bottle and I feel alive and energized. This is how insanity must feel. What a delicious feeling.

Sy is mull (She is mad),” someone complains.

I turn and look at the man who said that. When I smile, he shrinks back.

“I most certainly am,” I say, as I lift up the bottle and slam it on the roof of the car.

“You missed a spot.”

I whirl around to look up at Tarago, leaning against the door, eyeing me with crinkling eyes, while everyone around him have their hands on their head or pasted over their mouths.

“No, I didn’t, you racist fucker! I’m saving the bottle for your HEAD!”

“Really now?” His face has a bring-it-on look.

I nod and take a step towards him, bottle raised. He doesn’t move.

Pity the police has to arrive. With all their sirens blaring, they ruin a damn good cathartic session.

Tarago watches with a smile as I am handcuffed and thrown into the back seat of a cop car by a beefy, red-faced arsehole with a badge.

“Kan jy Afrikaans praat?” the cop in the driver’s seat asks.

I fume in silence.

He looks around to me for an answer.

“Just a few words,” I say, maintaining eye contact with him. “Like, FOK JY! (Fuck you!) and jou ma se MOOR! (Your mother’s cunt!) Basics.” I give a mirthless smile.

His eyes narrow. “Got attitude, hey? We’ll see about that. Do you know whose car you fucked up? Hey?”

“Satan’s?”

Nee, that is Meneer (mister) Jakobus’s vehicle. Taraaaaago Jakobus. You want to mess with an important man like that, hey? You little smart Alex.”

“Alec, you retard,” I mutter.

Wat?”

I fall silent and sit with my lips pressed together. I’m beyond angry now and this cop is wasting his time talking to me.

End of Excerpt

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About Eve Rabi Author

EVE RABI is the author of 26 romantic crime & suspense thrillers, 5 screenplays and a number of short stories in the process of being published. She is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, her sense of humor and her no-holes barred love stories. To quote an Amazon reviewer: “Eve Rabi is a 5 star general. Different, excellent, unputdownable. Eve Rabi is the lady for now and the Future.” For more info on Eve Rabi's books, visit http://amzn.to/178qMZY

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