I experienced a range of strange and extreme emotions when I visited the webpage. No, not love or loathing or desire or resentment. It was something primal and almost animalistic. Something that made me shout out loud AARRGGHH and made me cry, laugh and barf all in the same 10 seconds.
I don’t have nugu for Michael. Ezra. For real. I swear! How can I have nugu for someone who has placed an order for a $410 million private Airbus A380 double decker jet? My jealousy projections are nowhere near that ambitious. I save my envy for simpler things.
I … I don’t know … don’t know what it is. Perhaps it is the way he spells his name ‘Michael €zra’. Perhaps it is the ridiculous tag line on his webpage “Discover the undiscovered sportsman”. Perhaps it is the ludicrous slideshow with poorly taken pictures of a plateful of money, him disembarking from a chopper, him in his horrible sunglasses at a thing, him in his horrible sunglasses at another thing and another and another. I don’t know.