The title comes from a book I read by Nick Murray discussing successful strategies fore building a sustainable and profitable financial advisory practice. To illustrate this concept of the Game of Numbers, let's say that you hide behind a bush, onna busy street with lots of foot traffic, dressed in a suit and tie, the finest threads that Jos A Bank has to offer, I love that place and the higher end suits are very nice so this is not a slight at Senor Bank. Anyway, dressed superbly, hidden from view behind the bush, if you jump out in front of every passerby and say "Good morning, I hope I didn't startle you. Judging by the fact that you threw your steaming hot coffee in my face would indicate that I did. Anyway, I work as a financial advisor and I am seeking.... Hello... Wait where are you going? I just need ten more minutes of your day to pitch my questionable but confident financial advice. Don't run away... I am not dangerous.... Well at least not physically.... God dammit... That's the eight prospect I didn't land.... What the fuck is wrong with these people? Don't they realize how much they need me? Oh well back to my prospecting spot near that prickly pear cactus. " So that's hopefully a funny example of a not so effective marketing scheme. However, if you do that over and over you will accomplish two things. One, get arrested or maced. Two, with a large enough sample size, N Value, some crazy son of a bitch may just say "wow, that's quite a technique. I like your style. It's like Guerilla Marketing but more like Guerilla Warfare marketing. Please to meet you. My friends online call me Chester.... " So you may land a client but not one you really want any connection to. Another example, this was Jimbo's dating scheme, if I drug and rape enough women chances are, not mentioning the getting arrested part, that one will come to in a fuzzy Bill Cosby like induced haze and instantly fall in love with me. There has to be that one in a million that will just love how perverted and fucked up my tactiis are that she will marry me and we can do this to our adopted kid that we don't give a fuck about at some time in the future. We will have such fun destroying innocent lives under the completely fucked view that what they are doing should not face any negative repercussions because they are white, entitled, self righteous and essentially infallible in their risque dance with hubris. Much like Icarus and Dadelus before they encounter an icarian sized plummet back to earth much like a fallen angel that is now mortal and therefore easily fucking killed. In this case, by their nemesis, a horrible cunt, Me!