The secret of power, I have discovered, is confidence. Confidence, never to be confused with bullshit (and yet constructed from the foundations up with bullshit) is superior to experience, education, knowledge and talent.
When I got out of the military several years ago, I made a stop in Shanghai and stayed twenty years.
Back then, the army didn’t hand out PhDs and college diplomas. They gave me three square a day, the skills to kill if I needed to and a rash of ready confidence.
Started like this. “Private, can you wire a tank?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” “Private, do you have skills in procurement?”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
By the time I left, I could wire anything with wheels and I was a master procurer.
When I hit Shanghai, confidence would ooze out of me.
Those years formulated the man I am today. If I needed anything I talked my way into having it. Blonde hair, round eyes and an American accent got me through most doors but it was confidence that let me stay.
I guess some would call it stealing. Others might say black market. I say it was survival, ingenuity and creativity. By the time I left I’d become a corporate facilitator. However, as often happens, I wasn’t able to capitalize on my experience. Got escorted home by some high ranking government official and handed over to the FBI in exchange for a tasty little Chinese dish with an extra dose of confidence.