'Hello - Can I Get Back To You...'

Latest Tweet from John McAfee - held in a Spanish jail currently, having been arrested at the request of the US Department of Justice on some claim relating to McAfee's not having lodged tax returns.

Now, one salient thing is that a few people are flying in the face of what was said here a short while back...

Poor guy fell down a shaft. Behrouz Kamalvandi.

If you think the game is the same today as it ever was, that will fine by me that you think so.

Plenty of people think so.

McAfee's latest Tweet was about the fact that he currently lives on stale bread and cold sausages.

Yes, there are plenty of people who think the game is just like it always was.

I'm kind of a 'friend' of McAfee, having used his security software literally a million years ago when it first came out, and having conversed with him irregularly since then about the prospect of him doing some jet-skiing down here. It's impossible to talk to him right now - there are hundreds of people, too many people, responding to his Twitter page and his wife, who is arranging Texas lawyers to defend him when he returns to America, probably has her hands full sourcing funds from 'disclosed' locations to pay said lawyers!

Okay sure there are ways to contact him, but let's just leave it at well, 'we cannot talk to him' right now.

So, in case you are reading this, John - sorry about the cold sausages and stale bread.

Meanwhile, back in a park somewhere on 'free Earth,' some astute person has run into an ET. An ET bearing Starbucks no less.

'Sorry, but I don't wish to talk with you. You guys have strange politics.

'And also, ET could be responsible for religions. And for widespread foolish human belief in God but it's really them dressed up as (fake) God -, like when Moses talked (he was a right nutcase, that Moses, obviously) to a fire in a bush but the bush didn't get burned. Fraudsters. * off. I don't want your stupid coffee.

'You probably even want me to have shared agency in paying for the coffee anyway, right?'

Also meanwhile, in Iran, the mind-set of people is shown for what it is when the government there announces it is going to make a thousand tin cans that spin ('centrifuges') - to teach the Israelis a lesson for setting something off inside the Natanz nuke place and shoving Behrouz Kamalvandi down a shaft using some kind of 'invisible hand-shoving thing.' 

God what silly people. There is no such thing as 'invisible hand-shoving technology.'

'Cos if there was, all the public figures with bruised faces would blame 'an invisible Israeli weapon.' Or a Russian one and they tried that already with the US Cuban Embassy, if you recall, not long ago.

I should really not be going down this path of discussion at all right now. Not a hugely great idea. 

We should be talking about all the money we're making in the top half-dozen cryptos. And what we're going to do with it.

I'm certainly making some bucks.

Mocha La Ferrari.

Well I make money anyway across the year, but not so rapidly and 'thickly' if I can put it that way, as with this recent lift across virtually the whole board in crypto.

Maybe we could buy some mocha.  

Maybe we could put together a luxury 'bug-out' bag with marshmallow toasting gel cans for the 'wilderness' resort cabin, where we can get wi-fi internet connection to watch Bjorn Bull-Hansen sleep outside in the snow underneath his water-proof half-tent. And roast his herb-and-garlic stuffed chicken out on the log fire. Nice. All that charring on the outside. Mmmmmn.

Could I even find some vacuum-packed champagne jellies for the ET Aliens?

I'm not going to make them out there! Oh hell, they can bring their own. You know they have these little 'shot tubes' of sweet-acidic red-colored alcohol. I am told what's in it is a concoction of what could equate roughly with fermented carnations, tarragon, stuff like angelica seeds, pomegranate, red tangerine, and a red moss we don't have here. And honey. It's sour and sweet and acrid and strong - hits you right up your nose like sweet alcoholic wasabi!

Then comes the coffee.

Turturro: 'Oh jes, I am, berry berry sneeky.'

Anyway what do even ET Aliens look like? Does anyone really know? 

Someone comes up to you, and says to you, just like that out of the blue 'hey, do you wanna have some coffee with me?' 

'Oh yes, that would be just fantastic!'

'You're very sneaky, aren't you?'

'Oh yes, I am, very very sneaky.'

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