Max And Marcus Aurelius

I noticed earlier this week that Max Keiser 1. had a haircut, and 2. that he brought the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius into his discussions on modern economics and finance.

Young people should watch the Keiser Report. He, together with his usual shotgun-rider Stacey Herbert, and their intelligently selected guests (I thought Joel Benjamin this week was absolutely outstandingly good), are the sorts of people the minds of the youth would do well to be corrupted by.

Vignale's De Tomaso Pantera, under
the statue of Marcus Aurelius

There is not a whole lot that I personally know about Marcus Aurelius, possibly due to his reputation as a Stoic philosopher - and I, of course, lean a little more toward the Epicurean. 

However something I do know, if not exactly about him, is that his statue in Rome, in which he is depicted astride a horse, once was entirely covered in gold, and that there is a Roman saying that the statue will once more turn into a fully gold-covered state, on Judgement Day...

Further, I know that virtually no one says they know who the actual original sculptor was.

If you 'Google' it - you won't find anyone who says they know who sculpted it. Even Wiki says that. And as we all know, Google and Wiki are the founts of all knowledge. So therefore, no one knows who sculpted it.

This is, of course, another example of one of these things known as an argumentative leap fallacy. The first statements are factual (Wiki and Google don't know), and the conclusion does not necessarily logically follow: that ('no one knows').

But if you look at the head of the horse in the statue, it is typical of a Persian style of horse statue.

And now allow me to make some argumentative leaps. Obama's head looks like Widodo's. Both were educated using Saudi grants. They are clones owned by the Saudi clan.

Well, this is just plain utter rubbish, of course. There is no way you can prove this kind of lunatic conclusion. There is no proper evidence. And I'm not going to float such a silly, idiotic piece of trash.

'Chandon' in Australia, is an
Australian-made clone of Moet, and
it's owned by Moet but it's not allowed to be
called champagne. It's 1/20th the price.
I wonder if the French think they are getting a French wine
when they buy Moet?

Anyway - champagne for the winners!

Moving on to another one of my entertainment figures - George Galloway - this week he was on RT News repeating the common saying: 'if it waddles like a duck, quacks like a duck, and swims like a duck - it's probably a duck.'

He was saying something very uncomplimentary about Israel, I think, from memory.

So, realizing, as we should, that any leap in logic has its grounds for extreme error, we must take with a grain of salt my view that there is a horse in Tuesday's Melbourne Cup horse race, that is a clone of Shergar.

And if Shergar were in this race, it would win by twenty lengths.

But the interesting thing for me is, the horse is not Shergar, but merely a clone of... And so we are about to see, whether a clone is really always going to fall within a broad parameter of its original version. Because for me, oh yes, it is indeed a clone of Shergar; of that I have absolutely no doubt.

Arcane Versus Occult

Now, I don't whether you know this or not, but the Islamic scholars who specialize in what their book says about the present confrontation between the Islamic East, and the West, have this currently fashionable idea they speak about among themselves, namely that the promordial giants Gog and Magog, have been released, shortly following upon which global catastrophe is sure to follow.

The NSA, listening as they are, ought to start taking note of what I'm going to say over the coming weeks.

Arcane, not occult -
Halloween is coming!

Regardless of whether you are a rational materialist, or someone who gives some actual 'smoke-fire' credence to the impressive internet phenomenon that is Alex Jones/Icke/somebody else/Everybody else(!!) all peppering the bandwidth with tales tall and otherwise about conspiracies, aliens, reptiles and 'the elite' - one ought to realize and accept the importance of the words that people use, and their actual meanings, and what meanings people popularly impose upon those words.

Now I need to stop right here and say that I'm not suggesting there is going to be a nuclear device used somewhere - although, I must tell you, that some Russian sources say Saudi Arabia is already using internationally prohibited weapons with radioactive features, in Yemen right now.

Really, I also must say that within the confines of these kinds of blog-posts, I will be unable to fully describe in merely just a single one of them, everything that requires to be described.

But I can lay some groundwork to begin with.

We all are familiar with the Bohemian Grove subject. On the one hand you might suppose that because what goes on there is (meant to be) kept secret, it is an arcane thing. Arcane, however, does NOT include dark things which must be kept secret due to their darkness.

No; the Bohemian Grove is an occult thing.

Well, many members (of the Bohemian Grove cult) may not see it this way - but that is because THE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE BEING USED AND THAT THEY ARE USING THEMSELVES.

Statue of Poseidon in Bologna -
Bologna, means of the 'Boii'

'Bohemian' means of the land of Ogyges, the king who was ruling in Boiotia, when the primordial flood wiped out the world. The gods, decided to destroy the beings on the planet, when the elite ones of them forgot their station and their responsibilities, and aboriginal giants were around, and rampaged, cannibalizing people and consuming and destroying everything.

The Boiotians, were favoured by the god Poseidon, who bears an uncanny resemblance to the Western image of the Devil. Boiotians, had horns on their heads and in every way, were beasts like cows ('bo'-vine) or bulls, and not like the humans they superficially seemed to be.

There is no 'grove' mythologically famous in Boeotia. There are forests but no 'grove.' The grove is sacred to Athena and to Zeus, but not to Poseidon. The owl is sacred to Athena but not to Poseidon.

These Alfa's are made in the Maserati factory
in Bologna - just thought you'd like to know that

The 'Owl of the Bohemian Grove' therefore, is a gross anathema, or a kind of a paganistic blasphemy, if you will - an insult to the actual high gods.

Common modern history says that it was at Bohemian Grove, that the plans and the decision to use the atomic bomb were made.

And so, to wrap up here for this moment: the Islamic scholars talk about Gog and Magog - in their Arabic language Gug ya ma-Gug. Or, Orgyges; 'y' is our 'u' in English.


Orgyges - king of Boiotia. 'Gug.' Or 'Gog' the primordial giant king. Find the king of the Bohemian Grove, and you will find the king, Gog.

Undiscovered Treasures

Have you ever observed that there are these phases in the corporate business world, in which all of a sudden everyone you know turns into a depressive?

It's a bit deceptive though, because there are certain kinds of business people who are not really happy unless they can tell you how they are able to 'see' all the problems, all the negatives, all the downside, and also then complain bitterly about 'how hard their life is.'

D.K. Ludwig -
billionaire builder of supertankers

There was this billionaire back in the Eighties that I recall - you'll remember him: D. K. Ludwig. He specialized in constantly looking dour and miserable and serious and as though carrying the world on his shoulders. On the surface, many of his ventures never were successful in terms of the original stated aims. A strange guy; if you or I had so many failures it would be a wonder we could afford a loaf of bread much less be billionaires. Still, it's what's below the surface with sorts of people, isn't it... I'm in enough trouble as it is so I should best shut up about Ludwig. 

But what about the people who genuinely feel some kind of corporate 'depressive' sense?

I've noticed it would be impossible for them to open their minds to all the other possibilities that exist around them, and which would be positive, beneficial, and uplifting.

From what I've seen of their behaviour, I think they have a hide-bound self-view that dictates very narrowly what kinds of things they must like or what they must aspire to have or to become.

Courvoisier - 'Toast of Paris' event/function/product launch

Of course they worry about insufficient cash, that's only natural.

However one thing - it seems to me - they fail to notice, is how everything they think they want to spend the cash on comes out of what they think they already know about life, and there is never any provision made for things they do not know, or do not know of, yet.

The world is full of as yet undiscovered treasures. And that is the secret of Aladdin's Cave.

Parov Stelar - 'Booty Swing.'

Astroturf And XKeyScore

As you no doubt are aware, there are various covert programs that are 'dropped in' everywhere an on-line computer exists that uses Microsoft. A well-known one of these is 'XKeyScore' which exists on your computer and prioritizes the uploading of data from your computer to the NSA's mega-storage computers.

Real - or brilliant?
What do you think?
It is a game we're talking about...

This program can create a 'lag' in the up-screen loading time each time you type anything that looks like it could contain a URL or anything that might contain your email address or anyone's email address and/or phone number. That is the principle reason why when you buy a new computer it seems quite fast to begin with and then slows down over time. You'll never really find the program itself because they rotate file registry labels so that at one moment they will be 'hkc'-something or other, and then the next they'll be something else. They will leave tell-tale registry footprints that come up as unused or obsolete file pathways.

The data sent is usually just so-called 'meta-data' but they can take whole files including large amounts of text though only when something you have written comes up on a 'selector' list which suggests you have something 'suspicious' that needs to be looked at closely and in detail.

Microsoft has tended to tuck away what used to be a common feature whereby you could easily see at the bottom of your desktop from moment to moment, how much data in packets was being both sent and received. 

What is not so much common knowledge, although there are a few websites where people talk about it, is that the NSA along with its Israeli computing partners (and unfortunately it really is that), hire people who monitor social media of all kinds, and who also participate in the conversations going on. And what is very rarely talked about, is just how many employees are involved in this activity. We are talking in the multiple thousands. Just how much are these people being paid? It couldn't be a normal hourly rate for normal hourly work...? Are these people who have done some kind of deal, such as 'probation/no jail time' and fifty cents an hour-type stuff? Surely not.

Chief of CIA,
Brennan

John Brennan's email being hacked is a silly story, to me. And I don't frankly, believe it.

Oh no. If you are going to hear some real deep insider secrets, you'll hear them in a place like this; only, you won't believe it. 

Condom bombs, eh... Hmn. I already told you about that. I told you that this was the means that assassination weapons were 'moved' into Bahrain during a Formula 1 race, and that an assassination was stalled at the last moment by *** agents. 'Going up,' (the gas filled condom balloon part) is only one half of the story; the other half is the VHALTI device, a small controlled descent-only glider that packs a 'broken-down' weapons payload. It's not only about explosives that 'might' hit some Russian jet in Syria. 'Condom bombs' are not an ISIL invention. I think they were originally a Swedish development as far as actual field unit carry in recent years goes, but the idea's been around for years. 

I think I might have had to delete that post shortly after I posted it.

There are many things that I couldn't possibly post just 'straight out' - not 'just like that.' Meaning, not openly as if I were saying something I believed or something stated as 'a fact,' whether merely baldly asserted or supported by something. 

And the main reason is that I am aware people all have their own outlooks on life, very valid for each person, usually, in terms of their unique individual selves and experiences. People's beliefs are being used these days as the bridge to 'winning them over' to accepting other things sneakily being stuck inside of the whole package. And if I said something that appeared to challenge someone's personal beliefs and so on, it would create dissonance and a (false) bias reaction might result. It's very tempting to believe that you (me, anyone) would always have our wits about us sufficiently to be able to perceive the 'inserted parts;' but it's much more sophisticated than most are led to believe. There are some clever people and clever psychologists involved.

It's all just standard propaganda technique but I don't want to play the game.

I'm happy for you to believe anything your intelligent mind directs you to believe. I'd hope people, whatever side of the political/belief/human structural spectrum they are on, would be able to at the last moment or at a critical moment, sense real danger if it is even within their own cherished belief systems - if these were being deliberately exploited let's say; used against you, as it were.

So I will just tell you which places not to go and you should just not go there. Don't worry about the reasons, they won't be the obvious ones and I'm not going to say what they are anyway.

You probably already will have forgotten which places I said not to go to, previously. 

Do not go to Tel Aviv, Singapore, Bahrain, Saudi or Kuwait. And I really don't care what John Brennan has to say about it. He - and they, have completely gotten lost inside their own nuttiness. The CIA cannot see the forest for the trees. And their strategy will likely be to drop Agent Orange on the trees. Don't go to those places. They are dangerous beyond your wildest imaginings.  

Winner Winx

The four year old mare, Winx, won today's W.S. Cox Plate at Moonee Valley in Melbourne, Australia - and she won it in track record time.

Winx

You see, it's not responsible for someone to suggest before the race that a young mare will win a race like this, against older horses, against male horses, and against the best other horses in the world over the particular distance in question. But that was the case that I believed she could win - yesterday I was 'champing at the bit,' as they say, to say she would win, though at the same time I don't like to feel as if I am 'adding to the burden' by 'declaring' a horse before a race such as the Cox.

But let's look at this - as I hinted at yesterday - another way...  Let's look at it in terms of the cultural and ideological approach that marks the difference between European racehorse owners and trainers - and the Australian approach.

Now European racing people will say different, but my strong impression is that they are really only interested in the money factor, and not in the horses as such.

Yesterday, in the pre-race parade, a thirty year-old past champion of the race - Better Loosen Up - took the field in front of the crowd once more. In 'horse-to-human' years this is about 210 years of age in human years... You have to look after a living thing pretty well to get it to this kind of comparative lifespan.

Better Loosen Up and the great trainer,
David Hayes, whose father Colin Hayes, was
also a great racehorse trainer

The American situation is a little different again, in that they have a much broader-minded approach to medical preparations and treatments that will allow a racehorse to fulfill an athletic and competitive racing career - and so I'm not going to make direct comparisons to the American situation.

It is a reality that there is far greater money involved in the thoroughbred racing scene in England and in Europe than there is, generally, in Australia. Of course there is massive investment in racing in Hong Kong and Singapore and Macau too, but overall, England and Europe possess the wealthiest owners and other participants.

Yet there's many a horse expert, not just myself, who opine that Australian horses are faster, more streamlined in their running and galloping action, and much more intelligently and subtly educated to run and to race. 

So which is best - going for the money in a brute force fashion, or doing it with elegance and 'poetry in motion' so to speak?

There's no contest. Making money - or 'winning' if I may use that analogy - has to include some process that satisfies the mind on the intellectual level and not just on the enumerative monetary basis alone.

Hot air balloon over the Yarra Valley

It's late Spring now in Australia, and the horse-racing scene is filled with events and parties and functions. Alongside the Moonee Valley W.S. Cox Plate day on the same day, the country club at Yarra Valley - where a lot of cooler climate wines are produced - also has its carnival race day, which ends with a party and hot air balloons flying in and fireworks and food and wine, of course.

If you're smart, there are no losers in Australian horse racing, and you can enjoy yourself exceedingly well.

Winners

Tomorrow is the $3 million W.S. Cox Plate run at Moonee Valley in Melbourne, Victoria. A difficulty with considering the chances in this race is how one might 'line up' the form of foreign horses - that is, horses from overseas, including from the Northern Hemisphere - with the form of the local horses competing in the race.

The public wins! Daryl Braithwaite returns by
poplar demand to sing at the Cox Plate tomorrow

This year, the foreign horses' form is what is called 'unexposed,' which is a way of saying they haven't done much or any racing here in Australia. And even though the Cox Plate is a race for only the best horses at their peak ages for racing at Weight-For-Age, and even though the horses from overseas racing tomorrow are the best horses in their regions, the reality of horse racing is that you might get one crop in a particular year for the particular hemisphere (Northern/Southern) that are all outstanding and so the best indeed represent exceedingly good horses, or you may get a year in which all the horses are just average and in this case 'the best' for that year only means the one or ones better than the others of that year.

And so, it may be that the foreign horses are ten lengths better than the best local horses - or, it may mean they are ten lengths less good - and we will not know until after the race is over tomorrow. So I will not be making any predictions this year.

The Cox is a race for middle distance, classic, race horses. Horses that can 'get' a derby distance of 2400 metres, or a very very strong 2000 metres (a mile and a quarter). The Cox itself is over 2040 metres, but they are strongly contested metres all the way!

The situation, however, of assessing Northern versus Southern Hemisphere horses with regard to the fast sprinters, is totally different. It is quite clear that the Southern Hemisphere horses over the last two or even three years are head and shoulders above the Northern Hemisphere horses, and this year in particular, the group of peak age horses (3+ to say 5) is outstanding across the board.

Chautauqua winning the Manikato Stakes
at the night meeting at Moonee Valley this evening

And this makes the horse I told you about late last year - Chautauqua - a very special horse indeed. In fact, he has not lost a race since I confirmed here, my early view that I considered he was a very good horse, and tonight, he displayed, in the words of one Melbourne Racing journalist: 'a mind-blowing performance that demolished a field of other very good horses...'

And you should wonder how I could have picked out this horse especially to showcase in this blog well before he demonstrated his dominant abilities on the track.

Let's keep that a mystery for a while. 

I will make one open observation though, about a specific difference between Northern Hemisphere and Southern Hemisphere horse racing, namely that I view many if not most Northern Hemisphere owners and trainers as both brutal and cynical towards their horses, and especially since most of the Winter tracks in England in particular are easily cut up and present tripping hazards with large, raised, sods all over the final furlongs, the agricultural manner in which the horses are intentionally ridden leaves a lot to be desired as far as a true 'Sport of Kings' goes. Kings don't need money so badly.

Australian and New Zealand horses are not 'soft' horses by implication, though. Far from it. 

The Cox is a genuinely 'big-money' type of race, with the breeding value of well-performing runners increasing by millions afterwards. And so, one expectation I have for tomorrow, is the possibility of a 'horse war' brought on by the overseas runners. I expect it to be a rough race. Horses that don't perform well will not go down in my estimation - and horses that do perform well can be viewed as genuinely 'robust' for your future breeding book notes...

The Dark Years

Today, on Max Keiser's television show, Egon von Greyerz made the following rather humorous observation:

"There are some small residential properties in the heart of London that have a $250 million dollar price tag.... And, what, we saw a painting, the other day, a Gauguin or Picasso or something like that go for more than $200 million. So you see, the rich people, what they can do for half a billion dollars - well, they can live in a small empty apartment in London, with nothing inside... and one painting on the wall..."

Egon von Greyerz - he wrote something
called 'The Dark Years Are Here.'

Max went on to say something about The Fed lending into some parallel Universe.

It was all quite droll.

It was really quite funny. I laughed. They went to a break in which we saw a couple of children crying in a war zone or refugee camp or somewhere, in a 'news slice.'

And then we returned to Egon saying to Max that there was no way governments would actually stop money printing now from here on, One, because that was all they knew how to do, and Two, because they spent the money on buying votes. Oh it was cruel.

He was such a nice looking rather mature and timid, if blond, old gentleman. And clearly very wealthy himself.

If I were Julius Caesar - which I am not, thankfully - I would make a bold statement right now that no one would credit.

Anyway. Let's look at our friend Julius. I make it a rule these days never to seriously debate anyone who hasn't read the following books, and been tested by an independent person to indicate that they HAVE actually read them rather then just claiming to have read them (which a lot of facile people, including many modern University professors, do):

The Complete Works of Julius Caesar

The Complete Works of C.G. Jung

Anaximander

The Early Works of Plato (at minimum)

Xenophon

Stuart Hollingdale (if they haven't studied Euclid in detail)

Marsilio Ficino (at minimum, for the Venetian/Florentine Renaissance)

Now have a look at what this advertisement says about the books of Caesar, by Caesar - it says 'forgotten books...' Why forgotten? Are they forgotten, because, as, in the words of the famed Clinton Richard Dawkins, the people of that time were 'ignorant and primitive,' and thus any works by them may not be necessary reading for intellectuals and intelligent modern people generally? 

At some point, the intelligent
person must read this

I can assure you that Mr. Dawkins has NEVER read The Complete Works of Julius Caesar.

And it doesn't matter what he says to you, if you ever get the chance to ask him about it, he has never read it.

Now I know that I may easily turn off some of those who read here, by saying these kinds of things, but they simply must be said - One, because they are a most accurate truth about the modern world and the experts and authorities who take the stage here, and Two, because even the most ardent and committed supporter of any of the several wunderkind examples of today's intellectuals, will have it somewhere in the back of their mind now that all is not necessarily as it seems to be, every time they listen anew to the 'approved thinkers.' 

I mean why, do you suppose, 'the forgotten...?' Forgotten by whom? Encouraged to be forgotten by whom? 

What is actually, forgettable, about them?

The government of Singapore spends atrocious sums of money promoting 'the smart society.'

You will not find them promoting the intellectual society.

So can you make money inside a world that prints paper money endlessly and gives it to a parallel Universe borrower, or to some 'rich person' who buys an empty flat and a painting? And then Mark Toner comes onto your television to give you latest truth from Washington while this is all happening...

Can you make money in such a world?

After Caesar was murdered, Rome carried on, donkeys attended the Senate - although at least they were made to wear the SPQR cloak - and fires and poems and music and insurgencies from slaves and so on attended every Caesar since Julius. And does anyone really much know exactly when the Empire of Rome actually collapsed?

Senatus Populusque Romanus
'for the Senate, and the people of Rome'

When you set out to invest your money, or to attempt to make money, did you start at any of those above books? Or did you jump-cut to The Revised Edition of The Money Masters?

Now there were rich people in ancient Rome post-Caesar, who yet were not at the very top, not actually among the so-called 'elite.' And they thrived. Who were they? What did they do? What did they know?

This question is not semantics. Upon the right answers, depends any possible chance a person has of economic and financial advancement, in today's world.

The Beast From The Pit

In spite of my best attempts to try and avoid talking about the 'immediate present' of world politics and global finance dominated by insane people in the US Federal Reserve System, one would nonetheless be negligent in failing to make some passing comment about the outlandish status of these matters.

God, in the Mighty Council

So much of the media briefings currently being issued by the White House is just transparently false 'information.' It's transparently false because of the access nowadays to alternative perspectives, as well as original sources - and when one compares the White House versions with so much of the original source material and the independent objective facts, there is only one conclusion possible.

Yet at the same time there has been a prevailing theme presented to the public virtually everywhere, that in any case 'the deception is the reality.' Originally, of course, this snide phrase was: 'the perception is the reality.' Which in turn is some kind of twist on Marshall Mcluhan's famous: 'the medium is the message.' Or the 'massage,' as he himself said.

So a large and apparently powerful government can do anything it wants, including tell any kind of egregious lie, and due to the fact that there is no physical or brute force that can stop it, it may go on doing whatever it wants, regardless of the ethics or morals or even legality of what it does.

I don't think 'the deception is the reality.' I think that's what a murderer wants to have be the case.

I think the psychological weight of this depth of deceit is so great, that inevitably changes begin to take shape in the intellectual judgments such governments and rulers make, and changes in the actual brain recognition of even simple facts - begin to happen. And that's when these sorts of governments are apt to make catastrophic errors. They look at one thing, decide it's meaning is such-and-such, and then take actions based on the meaning they have unilaterally and pathologically assigned - which is quite separated from a true objective reality or assessment of the reality.

Now I'm going to show you why I'm so certain about the outcome of current affairs:

Humans look 'up' at the stars.

Think about the way humans have looked at the night sky. They look at the stars and they see what the can see, from the position that they occupy. Perspective, Position, Perception.

Now commonsense will tell you, that someone looking at the Universe from some 'overall' position, on the other hand, is not going to place a priority on the 'image' of a lion, or a bear, or dipper, or some 'mighty hunter' and so on, in order to discern which particular spot they are looking at.

No. Very likely questions of physics and measurement, will come into play, rather than human optical image.

Now coming events, they say, cast their long shadows beforehand. So watch, and keep your eyes open. All is not as it seems on the world stage.

We are at an EXTREMELY dangerous moment.

But I am very confident that I can make it out alive. Even materially well-off actually. I believe I'm prepared.

I think the danger is for others to be concerned about. I think anyone who doesn't believe there is danger, is the sort of person who will likely be affected most.

The Universe detests Chaos

Those who think there is no danger to them, are probably relying on things that are unreliable... And I don't mean 'god.' I mean some human institution or other that makes out it is in control or takes the position of being the controller. I'm not sure how chaos can be controlled. And I think it's very foolish of governments to think they can control the chaos they've created.

What the Greeks means when they say - 'releasing the serpent from the pit' - what they mean is Chaos.

You see a lot of religious people and End Of The World-ers on YouTube and so on talking about 'the Beast' and 'the Anti-Christ.'  

Chaos is not a mythical force or being. It is quite real.

Greeks wrote the New Testament. 'The Beast From The Pit' is Chaos.

Can you see it anywhere? Is it here yet?




      

The Pavlova

So, 21st September we talked here about Carlos Brito, the CEO of AB-Inbev. Brito just succeeded in his bid for SABMiller, making them now the world's largest beer company.

He doesn't own Westvleteren, of course, the world's best beer - this is owned by some Trappist monks! And this morning, Sir Christopher Passarides on Bloomberg was asked by the ever-stylish Tom Keene what his favourite beer was, to which the 2010 Nobel Laureate for Economics replied: 'something Mid-European, something with a bit more punch than the American brands.'

AB-Inbev is in fact one of these genuinely global corporations - for although it largely owns American beer brands, it is also the owner of a lot of beers made just about everywhere else, and, the company itself is headquartered in Belgium.

Does Brito drink Westvleteren...?

It's not particularly expensive so maybe he doesn't. That's often what happens to people with vast personal sums of disposable money, they buy up to what they can afford, because this seems a logical place (the expensive place) to go to get 'the best.'

The Pavlova

This morning I also had to listen to some 'nuther history researcher tell me on National Radio where the iconic Australian race-track, afternoon tea dessert - the Pavlova - came from originally. It wouldn't have mattered to her that my grandfather (his cousins owned it before, and after he did, and still do now) for a while owned the Florian Cafe... THE Florian in Venice, mind you. And so it would not be worthwhile me getting onto the radio station and apprising them of any single thing about this dessert. They already know it all.

A few hours earlier, the same Australian National Broadcaster opened the phones on the subject of a visa having been granted to Geert Wilders. On this subject of course, I would certainly not have phoned in under any circumstances to expand on the few Wiki entries here and there about how Wilders had once been in the Israeli 'voluntary brigades.' That's of course, not the whole nor even the real and accurate story of who Wilders is and where he really comes from. But to cut a story short that involves privileged information... Anyway, put it this way, Wilders is not exactly a Dutch Right Wing politician like the way he presents and like the way the media and many captive Western governments say that he is. After all, Jorg Haider, a supposedly similar political figure, strangely enough, died, after he said the sorts of things he said, as a genuine Right Wing politician.

Also a Pavlova too, but
this one is in the Restaurant Tchaikovsky
in Tallinn, Estonia

Ah the Dutch! They are about to produce today, some report about what took down MH17. I think, several years from now, you could easily read in the Wiki, that that particular plane was a long way from home, on an out-of-the-way and lonely track, and with very very drunk pilots in charge - a bit like the driver of Di's car, as a matter of fact - who had been making most indiscreet conversation on unsecure phones to um, Mel Gibson about er, certain people of a particular ethnic origin, and then... WHAM! BAM! Just as luck would have it, god struck the plane down via a missile from that old Uncle Vanya again, who just does these things in order, particularly to earn the wrath of the Western media about how baa-a-a-a-ad they are.

What a confused tale.

Anyway, this person on the National Radio, actually managed to say, that lost in time somewhere - but that however she was nevertheless able to locate the actual 'evidence' and 'proof' about it - the Pavlova, was invented by an Austrian Jew in New York, and that it is in fact a torte cake, called various other things that Jewish people, in particular, have been making for years. Oh my ******g god.

What is the idea of all of this current era iconoclasm over living folklore, even if does happen to be untrue in some cases? The folklore is what people actually believe right now. Why are there people seeking to upturn current folklore as if merely by them saying so, somehow everyone is going to change their folkloric opinions?

I mean seriously, I was waiting for the part where she was going to say that Anne Frank invented the ******g Pavlova up in the ******g Dutch attic!

Herbert Sachse from the Esplanade Hotel in Perth, Western Australia, invented the Pavlova, and there is no torte cake in it at all. The very wealthy Paxton Family, hoteliers and racehorse owners, employed chefs from all over Europe back in the 20's and 30's, and I think one of the things that need to be added, is that the Moscow Circus from way back even then, had connections to Western Australia and one of the daughters of the owner of the circus married into the other extremely wealthy, Edgley Family, who were one half of Eric Edgley and Dawe, the international theatrical agents. Anna Pavlova was brought on tour around the world by Eric Edgley and Dawe, and all of these people are known to each other. To this day, the Kremlin maintains relations with these people - Edgley's is one of the largest commercial gold traders in the Southern Hemisphere.

The Caulfield Guineas

The Caulfield (Melbourne, Australia) Guineas was held today and the brilliant 3-year old horse Press Statement won it in a dominating performance leading for most of the way. 

This race is regarded as a 'stallion-making' race, and an 'entire' that wins this race instantly becomes worth many many millions as a potential sire at stud.

'Press Statement' - the brilliant 3-year old colt

I have been biting my tongue about this horse as it made its way through the ranks to this race today and I didn't want to say the wrong thing before it had proven itself. I thought it would win. And I was very happy when it did - and in such convincing style.

This horse will very probably be raced for at least another year and it has trounced the best horses around in its age group at set weights (all carrying the same weight) over a mile.

Following this kind of horse is a reflection of what one ought to do in business and in life: become involved with the best. Well, everyone already knows this. The doubt enters into the thinking when we all witness such things as the US Federal Reserve System, and we can see the moral turpitude of the present era money system and who gets the preferential advantages and what the effects on equity valuations and investment thinking, are. 

Fundamentally, what the market commentators generally misunderstand or perhaps actually don't know about, is the reason for QE to run into several years. The reason is this: as the interest rates are made to fall, it - The Fed - hands cash to a special group of banks that are essentially liquifying their previously valueless capital, which they handed to The Fed as security for Treasury Bills when the Paulson/Geithner bailout took place at the start of the QE arrangement. QE is paid for by the taxpayer, but over the several years of its operation rather than in one hit, in order to not place a completely obviously odious pressure on taxpayers and the nation. It is made to seem not too obvious, but it is in reality completely odious all the same. Because terminal consequences don't appear in the immediate time frame, and so The Fed and the privileged banks get away with it in the short and medium term.

People think that a high US dollar currency exchange rate, and superficially low interest rates, and especially, a rising Stock Market, all mean that there is no problem and that The Fed's solution to a major banking crisis was a correct idea, was successfully implemented, and is working.

Most people will never give up on a bad system that they are used to, and they usually remain nostalgic about it, and faithful to it, even while it becomes quite functionally dead in reality, firstly because they do not easily see competing and better options, and secondly because of conservative bias in the bulk of people's minds. 

But it is functionally dead already. The appearance of function is a deception. 

The Rolls Royce 'elite' customer event
held in Sardinia a few days ago.

We will talk about what is functionally alive in the next posting, and about what 'functional' means in the first place, too.

For now, here is a pic of the Porto Cervo, Sardinia (built by that great racehorse owner, the Agha Khan) Rolls Royce summer style party. This is not a posed, publicity shot, but an actual pic of real people attending the launch of the new Rolls Royce car model - the 'Dawn.'

All these very wealthy people put their money into buying a Rolls Royce because Rolls Royce make the best cars in the world. Do they put their money into the American Stock Market because the best companies are there, with the best products and services, and the best managements generating the best profits? It is very doubtful that they do. 

"Kinky Butterfly Martini"

The conference -? Of which I spoke yesterday -?

...Well, put it this way - you saw Ben Bernanke on Bloomberg this morning, you must have or at least you certainly should have. The modern world consists of people in various positions of power who are so totally disconnected from the wider reality, and who live so completely within their own cocoon, that whatever comes out of their mouths is so self-confident that it seems so true and correct in the moment - and of course it is from their perspective. Except that it is actually utter crap. There are few decent words to describe the sheer mindless arrogance, selfishness, and intellectual isolation of these people, and how those traits have so many problematic consequences. For one thing, they have absolutely no sense of responsibility (shown to the public, at least) for anything, ever, except when they all want to pat themselves on the back for a job well done... in their own mind and in their own self-involved fantasies.

They have no shame over the fact that multiple millions of people think they are criminals and charlatans at best.

The actor, Josh Burrow, my pick for Bond -
a strong competent actor, and sometimes electrifying with
the right director

I appreciate that we have a global movement that is seeking to break a few sacred cows around the place. I get that. But my own feeling is these people are all incompetent. Yes, the Stock Market, whilst stunningly volatile, is up, and quite high, for the second. And yes, the new James Bond, coming out end of this month, will keep playing this insistent 'gay' theme.

Now well, you won't find me objecting in quite the same way as the religious Right about it all. I'm not sure how they all step blithely over the 'and the disciple whom Jesus loved most...' bit, in the Gospels. But you see, equivalently, I can show you how that individual was a woman dressed as a man, and not some 'gay' relationship thing that was going on under the radar!

Okay so hang it all, let's do a JW-version of the gay theme in the 007 framework.

Now my own father's first cousin was the infamous 'Zero Degrees Kelvin' McClory, of Thunderball notoriety. And my own uncle, Glen Johnson, of Shell Far East, secured a critical percentage of the original production budget money, and so I feel entitled to give you my own rendering of what James Bond today ought to look/play like as a screenplay.

Nic Kidman, at this year's Omega new line launch
in South Korea
Should have been a Bond girl forever

Here is our Nic all dressed up for the South Korean launch of the latest Omega line (and that is a Bond accoutrement brand, so it's appropriate). We should be having Nic v. Bellucci as the girls - and indeed, they should be women, not girls, in a Bond flick.

And here is the most stunning, outstanding, male alto (countertenor) voice singer doing a song that fits into my story idea. There's the male gay element. I'm not sure if you've noticed that the producers pulled Sam Smith's initial released version of his 'okay' Spectre Bond theme song, and replaced it with a massively re-worked, full cinematic orchestral-backed and arranged version within days of the first upload of the song onto Vevo and YouTube.

As Malachi Martin once said: 'the ordinary homosexuals I know are appalled at where these people are heading with their agendas.' Isn't it surprising that a prominent churchman would use the phrase of more or less (badly quoted, I know): 'ordinary gays I (that is, he) knows...?' Hmn. Ordinary, gays. Well, put it this way, I certainly don't think the people pushing Bond into a gay franchise are extraordinary, whether gay or otherwise. They're simply not extraordinary anything. And certainly they're not ordinary either. But they are banal.

So... I'll not go deeply here into my story-line for the para-latest Bond epic. Not too far into it anyway. Stay tuned though, there'll be snippets regularly. 

We will, though, make a beginning here and now...

"007" said M, looking up from white-knuckled, clasped hands pressed hard against the highly-polished real walnut-surfaced desk-top.

"M." Bond responded, in a relaxed out-breath, as he sat down deeply into the admiralty button patterned, dark mulberry-color, Levant leather visitor's chair.

"Double Oh Seven, we believe that there is a very high level assassination contract out on the king of Saudi Arabia, and we think that it is about to be carried out. And we also have an assessment that says there is a strong chance that it might succeed."

James Bond looked directly at his Superior. How was M going to give him this job now, after Bond had left that NATO/IDF Special Ops man out there in New Zealand with the earthquake going on, and conveniently being able to cover over the fact that... Well, the man wasn't coming back at any rate.

He knew M must have had his suspicions.

"Want you to shadow the Russian agent, the so-called 'final Gorgon,' Bond. The impressively credentialed Moscow professional killer, whose real name neither we nor the Americans appear to have, and whose only recent description we have from one now pretty traumatized and virtually castrated Kuwaiti."

"Fangs and red eyes?" James Bond poorly joked, carelessly, and somewhat dismissively.

"Red hair, Oh Oh Seven. Hair. Dyed on top. Might be any color now. She's known to change her looks regularly. But her real hair color is red. Do you think you'll have any trouble getting to 
find out what her real, natural hair color is, Bond?" M pushed back, snidely.

Bellucci, the second Bond woman -
is she good? Is she bad? Does she have red hair?

"Well that very much depends, sir."

"Depends, Oh Oh Seven? Depends on what?"

"On whether her looks will turn me to stone, sah."

"Oh shut up Bond. Just get out there to Riyadh, and pitch up at a particular function Section D will get you an invitation to, and make your way around all the females there and see whether you can discover who this assassin woman is, and then keep a tight watch."

"Don't you want me to eliminate her?"

"I want you to see if you can find her first, Oh Oh Seven. And then we'll put it to the Americans that we have her in sights so to speak, and then they'll confer with the Israelis, and then we'll see what each of us wants to do about it."

What if I killed the king myself and then pinned it onto her, Bond played the thought through the camouflage bushes of his mind, hoping that M wouldn't realize how disgusted he had become with the whole security establishment, and its conniving with big money interests and their bought politicians at the highest levels of all Western governments. 
    
Being the expert gambler that he was, James Bond was pretty sure all the bureaucrats and senior department officials that he encountered regularly - even M - couldn't see through his poker face if he didn't want them to. He had turned, of course. Ever since Thatcher and maybe even a little before, he was being asked to work for, to risk his life for, and show absolute loyalty to an interlocked network of petty thieves and paedophiles, media-baron slaves, and money-grubbing self-interested charlatans and 'secret cliques' who had destroyed his beloved Great Britain and without so much as a passing glance.

How did they expect that no one would react against them, from the innermost echelons themselves? How could they ever expect to get away with a stealth takeover of British values? And have no one from within do anything about it.

Business Conference Tomorrow

Okay so I'm going to this conference tomorrow. I have no idea what it's about and I don't really know the people organizing it, but hey, I haven't been to anything 'organized' for a good long while and I'm interested to know just what in the hell people think might be a 'good business' right about this time.

The DJIA is flying to unprecedented territory, the USA is a friend to all and everyone is its friend, Israel is hell-bent on driving Washington into a bombing raid on Iran - hey, what could ever go wrong? We're all headed for middle class heaven.

Buy, buy, buy! Jim Cramer, yell at us, please!

My wife's family, as you know, is well-known in Sicily. But, some of them are also Roman. I know they love Florence, and one side literally carries the Guelphi surname and gets invited to things like, er, anything Monagasque and party-ish, wedding-ish... that kind of thing. They don't need reservations in any 'Michelin Star' restaurant in France, Monaco, or Italy. So we're talking some serious ooomph here.

The wonderful thing about these ancient cultures - Italian, Greek, Celtic, even Indian - is that they keep the evil and the wicked side-by-side with the good and decent gods.

Here, we have a statue of the evil Poseidon (well, Neptune, of course, being in Italy) right in the middle of the town square in Bologna.

See Neptune there, with his trident?

Evil, you say? Yeah. He tried to rape a priestess of the Athenaiai, for which act the goddess scared him off by turning the lady in question into the Gorgon, Medusa.

Poseidon was always a bit pissed off that his brother got to take over as supreme God of the Entire Universe. Although, well, that is not quite the actual story. You see, what a lot of myth-relaters fail to tell you, is that Zeus always consults with the three Sisters who are always there, behind the scenes before he does something terrible or terminal or really very very serious.

It's all a bit like the Mafia, really. As above so below, I guess. As they say. One thing is for certain though - the places where the gods actually walk, is designed by Italians. It's not exactly beautiful actually... But it does have a certain savoir faire, or dolce vita, to all of its social culture and patterns. 

The Alfa 4c is made in the Maserati factory,
by the way. Did you know that?

And my point to you is this: remember, even the devil himself, pisses himself before the Gorgon. The face of horror usually comes upon those whose arrogance and lust knows no bounds. It comes at last, believe me. Even though it seems to take a while.

You can still walk in the town square though, so long as you honour and respect the hidden designers of life. Yes, Creationists are wrong in the way they believe things; what they don't understand is that the Cosmos was not created. It was designed, and by Italians. It doesn't really work... But it has a certain kind of style that only a certain kind of mindset can understand.

A real, and 'simple,'
beef carpaccio

It's like a beef carpaccio - a simple dish, whose ingredients define one's experience of it. Sure you can make it look pretty, or gay (I mean that in the Lisa Simpson usage of the word) and bizarre and 'ultimate chef' and all that, or like you've been to a food University and got a degree in bizarro food porn - but, that kind of thing means you don't understand a goddamn thing.

I shall report back on the business conference, later on, tomorrow evening...