'Seymour, How'd You Get In Here?!'

Is there any point? There's no point really. As I posted in the month that bin Laden was supposed to have been killed in Abbottabad, Russian KGB Agent Yuri Bezmenov's famous words about propaganda and its hold of the mind of the US populace: 'you cannot change their opinions even if you confront them with authentic facts.'

Seymour Hersh is no noir detective yarn's femme fatale dame turning up in unexplained ways inside the detective's office late in the evening. That's for sure.

View from the Hotel d'Angleterre next to
Lake Geneva - Jesse's Cafe Americain
does a lot of Swiss scenes too...!

He's years late in his story that is now being given a lot of media coverage - the whole wild tale about SEAL Team whatever-it-was was openly ridiculed by everyone from Jesse Ventura to, I suppose, me at the time it was all meant to have been happening.

And you all know that I have been saying for years and years - long before his supposed 'death- - the identity called 'Osama bin Laden' was in Pakistan.

Short of alien reptilians, the worst of the conspiracy theories that you have ever heard... falls far short of the truth. 

Seymour Hersh is completely correct of course. And I personally think he has pretty decent sources very fully authenticated and 'secured' by now. Someone funded and resourced with manpower and given the brief to 'prove' something to a public standard, is bound to have their reports take a bit longer to get out than whatever scuttlebutt rapidly reaches the general rumor-mill. And that's all there is to it. Hersh is not an establishment figure, and he has no ulterior motive. He's a journalist.

I don't myself deal in mere rumor either though - I go more along the pathway indicated by Bezmenov, namely that there are authentic facts already out there but people are not alert to them and often deny their reality out of hubris.

It's like 'everyone's' opinion of marzipan: they hate the stuff. It's bitter, deceptively pretty, expensive, and, horrible-tasting. Except that's not marzipan they're tasting. Importers love to say the stuff travels well, but it's actually among the worst food 'travelers' known.

Marzipan direct from a maker in Switzerland is
stunningly, bizarrely different from anything you
have tasted before.

What most people have experienced therefore, is stale marzipan. And so all marzipan gets a dismal reputation.

Barack Obama is not an orator - but somehow the media and the major press players all seemed to be convinced from the start that he was 'an orator.'

In today's world of banking and finance, there are authentic facts out there, but if you went by the general media, Wall Street is the heart of all money, and ZIRP is the benchmark market rate for money. And nothing percent is the benchmark ROR via dividends, although a limitless era of annual capital gains nevertheless attends these conditions. In other words, things go up without a Saturn V engine, and they break through the Karman Line by absolute fiat. There are no underlying drivers and there need not be.

Geneva, a nice quiet place, full of secrets. And chocolate,
and marzipan.

And the immorality of the Fed is justified by the ever-upward performance of the DJIA.

No analysts are required. Mathematics, and geometry are irrelevant.

But why does it all taste so bitter in the mouth?

Personally, I love marzipan.