A Weak Grin Over Here

I have to make an admission. Not that I like doing those kinds of things; it is simply not in my standard nature.

What I have been trying to do over recent weeks is not inflame passions and desires for expensive junk.

And believe me, I could!

Imagine you know what a Mandela Effect is...

You might imagine that you are immune to the kind of thing. Forget it. How it happens is very very sneakily, creeping up on the inside of you while you are totally unawares.

But it isn't the only thing I have been avoiding.

I have been also avoiding going even anywhere close to talking about what we are doing here underneath the basic radar. It is far too risky, and dangerous, to open up these particular subject areas.

The whole law of markets and marketplaces is that you do not go around foolhardily pointing out where the 'value' is because all that does is damage your own opportunities. Whilst no one is, or not many are, looking, you get a fairly free go at things.

And there are already a few people in here with a financial interest and so it is just not fair to them blurting out stuff too early and/or unnecessarily.

But where that places me and the couple of other people who contribute behind the scenes, is that we are left, well, really quite lost, in a sense, looking around at what the rest of the world is doing (to maybe showcase that here in the meantime) - and, hey, it is doing not very much!

I mean how many times came you say 'the government is running citizens over with tanks.' They do it all the time. Ain't new.

If you go look at the 'high end marketing literature' circulated to the industries involved there, all you will see are the sorts of phrases like this: 're-inventing the meaning of luxury in the world of climate change...'

Real quality Dry Pink Gin

Well it ain't actually been 're-invented' yet. Were that true, Richemont and LVMH would be making profits which they are not and besides they don't publish real or public figures anyway.

Cary 'Fcuk-You-Naga' totally did 'f-up' the Bond franchise and that will lose a billion dollars right now. So, he never 're-invented' anything there either.

I actually know where the White Rabbit is, I don't need to go chasing down rabbit holes pointed to by losers like Fukunaga.

Who will ever even remember his name ten years from now?

Bet you can't name the stupid Drama Center London plant in the Tim Dalton Bond flick who was the 'Bond Girl' in that?

Not off the top of your head.

'Expensive junk' comes into its own at the right moments - which is not now.

If you are actually for real making money you do not do 'expensive junk.' And the reason for that is expensive junk is always mis-priced. It is not in an actual 'price setting' kind of marketplace in the first place. It exists for rich people and stupid people, or rich and stupid people, to buy.

And the very last thing you want to indulge while you are actively swashbuckling around, is the exercise of being stupid.

Now I can be stupid same as the next man. It's fun. Everyone should try it every now and then. It is highly therapeutic.

This is, the 'White Rabbit,' in Moscow.

Except not now!

...Bet you can still remember Ursula Undressed though, right?

All churches, all religions, and Hollywood movies used to, and politicians think they can do, and advertising companies believe that they manage to, conduct - as you all know - what is called 'enhanced arousal.'

Technically, in the Vedic ideas, they say that Vishnu, when he gives you (well, not you exactly, but some chosen person) 'enlightenment,' he makes you two things.

Those two things that he guarantees you to achieve, are: 1. 'happiness' and 2. 'wisdom.'

Now there are plenty of people in the world who want to deny you, nay, who will deny you if they could possibly do so, happiness.

Wisdom they themselves have not any at all, and better for them that they never saw the day that they were born... ...as the saying goes. For sooner or later they string their own selves up on a tree and throw themselves off a short step.

And that is how it goes.

You see the world is run by depressives. They dress themselves up as any old thing, but never that.

They are not actually 'happy' themselves.

This is where the hopes end. Don't you want to
go, where hopes end?

I'll tell you what 'happy' is. Do you want to know what I think about it?

Well I'll tell you but there are many who will not like this. Just look at that thing in the Gospels where it clearly says 'and then many turned away from him at that point.'

Truth comes in many kinds of disguises but then, it still is actually, the same thing after all.

And what that means is people don't want to hear it.

So I'm going to tell you the truth now, and many will not like this.

'Happy' is when those you are actually genuinely attracted to, like you. I mean, as in they like you as you are. Money is a self-defense mechanism, and one that doesn't work - except most people all think that it can work; it cannot work.

Well I mean there are plenty of people who are not going to like that, especially not hearing it from an arrogant * such as me - but there you are, though, and you can run around in circles as much as you want but there is no amount of money or 'success' as the world wants to define it, that will give you that result absent of the mystical power, as it were, of 'Vishnu.' Yeah maybe you can be 'on the job of finding wisdom' by spending money - so hey, let's have the money; that ain't the issue.

But still that is not ultimate 'happy.' Ultimate happy is when you get to go up to the Elysium space platform with all of your girlfriends too, alongside, and you all remain there for a long long long long... ...and so on.

The Rob Roy.
But in Welsh, the 'Rhi Ben.'
And the leader of damned souls
is called 'Coch Rhi Ben.'

And then, down below, in this pathetic human place, the disasters masquerading as intelligent, sapient beings, all mill around, doing what they always ever did. None of them actually liking any other one of them, but all nodding furiously about how they have... ...sci-ence to back their idiocy up.

You don't have science.

I have science. And why? Because I can so walk on water and you cannot and what's more never will you be able to.

'Who killed Cock Robin' is an ancient Welsh occult myth about a red leader of the damned souls.

But there are still, people right here who will want to argue with me about that.

Well, but to argue, you either need to have the shield and the buckler that can defeat the arrows that can be cast...

These things are not funny jokes at all. They seem funny to the misinformed.

Played this before, here, but still good, and, we are trying to 'steer clear' of the wrong stuff.