Friday, October 26, 2007

Everybody is getting rich thanks to me: Bruce Margolese

He showed me around his penthouse apartment. His apartment was on the top floor of this modern high rise. "I am a commodities broker. You know what that is?" I shook my head no. "I make millions for my investors. They love me."

He showed me his Large Screen TV and satellite system. He then started showing me the x-rated channels which did not interest me in the least but it seemed to turn him on after all at 60 years old if you can get turned on by that then I say "Good for you."

He told me he is expanding his company and would love it if I would join. I needed the work so I of course agreed. If I was a smart man I would have read the information about Bruce Margolese at Rip-off Report. He has a few things about him also written here. Or even Oanda has some stuff about him and how he lies to keep his con going on. I wanted to take the word of Bruce Margolese and I had no reason to doubt who he was. But if you ask simple question Like"Bruce what were you doing before you were a commodities broker" you would realize it was one con job after another and you were next on the path.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The Bruce Margolese Story

I met Bruce many, many years ago. At first I thought he was intelligent and very good looking. He spoke in a way that made you hang on his every word. He spoke with such confidence, every word out of his mouth was a fact and there was no way to doubt what he was saying.

Ed introduced me to Bruce at Deli Guys; a deli that Bruce seemed to have a tab with because at the end of our meal Bruce told Eddie and myself that he was covering our meal and told the waitress "Just put the meals on my tab ask Solly about it. Tell him the BMW's tab, the name is Bruce W. Margolese. The W is for wealth" I was impressed.

During our meal Bruce kept talking about how much money he made and had. It was all so impressive, if you like that sort of thing.

"This is my 3rd business in 5 years, I sold my last business for $10 million." He told me as he shoved a piece of his kaiser roll into his mouth. He continued talking with his mouth still chewing the bread, "I got this $70,000 photocopier that makes great colour photographs. I didn't have to spend a dime on it. The company gave it to me to try."

My father had always told me to believe half of what a man tells you. In Bruce's case I think it would be a lot less than that.