Garbo Zone

God. Sign out for three minutes and the skies fill with garbage, and it's back to work....

Where were we? Oh yes - the flailing grasp at a non-existent handrail that is our current situation.

Situations that look remarkably like past situations...etcetera.

Back at home, where trust is undermined, casually - a casualty of business...And it's all business.... There is peace to be had, but it's not quite the peace that we think it is...It's a peace that was built on a bloody slaughterhouse floor, and the guts were still fresh when we laid the planks over them...

Slippery, wet, slimy guts of dead people - men, women, children - that's what our proud leaders would have us celebrate, because that is what we Export like pallets of knock-off Tommy Jeans - except ours are Pallets of Death.

I know, it's funny right? It totally is! LMAO!!

Columbus Day? Do you have any idea who the fuck Columbus was?

Late-Stage Monopoly

There are a lot of people out there doing research that turns things on their heads...

Call them crazy, but check the sources, do your research and there's no denying the fact that their arguments - and successes - are based on...truth.

If you aren't the researching type, it's still fun to watch bureaucrats get nervous when certain questions are raised...

Now, just because something is true doesn't mean it's sanctioned. If it goes against the rules, reprimand is necessary. Alternate systems are not tolerated.

Anyway - it's pretty late in the game now. Word is getting around.

And that's why their plan seems to be to hedge their bets: A) Cash out, and B) Do all they can to keep the game going....and going....and going....

Besides, even if things go sour up here, there are always emerging markets.....