Don't Declare Too Early

On-course race horse bookmakers do this all the time - and they always lose.

The rule is do not ever, 'declare a winner before correct weight!'

It's diabolical.

It isn't a real tattoo - it's
a temporary one depicting what the
kids all think is a 'dopamine' high molecule.
Fair enough. Dopamine doesn't really do
it, but so what. You get the point.

It's not so much this thing about over-confidence, it's just a fact that everyone's sense of where 'the winning line is,' is different.

I suppose if we all here - and I do mean all of everybody (notice how my English has rapidly turned into Millennial nonsense recently) - can achieve just one thing, it will be to learn how to not do these 'over-maneuvers' that governments and bankers and business 'experts' and just about everyone else does these days.

'Over-maneuver:' I can chuck my job in because Calvin says we made some money here...

See, the reason for ye olde Calvin's excitement right now is, 'made' is past tense, and if it is a 'repeatable offense' then hey, you know, things are decidedly looking up.

At the same time you all do know, especially the atheists, that what will happen, no sooner than you start to add your winnings up here, Jesus will turn up as soon as you decided there was no such a person, and say 'time's up, EOTW, everyone inside!'

LOL

It will 100% happen. Especially - especially - to the atheists, who were all so completely 'certain' there was no such thing as 'God' and absolutely no such thing as 'Jesus-God!'

As soon as you all 'clean up' at last, it will be TEOTW.

100% guaranteed. London to a soggy wet bus-ticket.

I'm right, aren't I? So this is why I've been diligently searching the whole of the internet to find some pics of silly glossy cool nonsense, that you either won't buy, or cannot afford - so that you won't be tempted to rush out and spend money, even though you thought Calvin has just said your 'ship has come in.'

It hasn't come in, and I never said it did come in.

Hah! There's no such thing as 
'English' tea. (Ramzan Kadyrov says).

So stop thinking about spending money! Dammit, what do you need anyway?

This leading architect told me one time, all you need for a dwelling is a tent. So, hey, it's a hundred dollars for a backpack bed - and so, if you are or become 'homeless' well, then you aren't really homeless, and besides, down here where I am, the local indigenous people told me: If you can look up at the night sky and you can make out the Southern Cross, well you're not lost. You know where you are - you are 'home.' 

Do I want to send stuff out to people here? Yes I do. The mail is too comparatively expensive yet compared to the contents and the delays too much of an issue so y'all have to just plain be more patient.

And by the way, even if I were to show some pics of this totally stupid 'side issue' thing we have been buying, someone is bound to just rush out and wreck the market pricing, so nah, not gonna do that yet either.

We'll need a 'full report'
from who's going, tomorrow. In Denver.

Is the sky the limit though?

Oh yes. That is definitely true. What we have pulled off here can go on forever. Until Jesus returns, anyway, and says, 'no, stop it!'

LOL

But then again, He might not do that...

Look at the pics, imagine what 'might' have been posted up here in place of them, listen to the music, and think about the absolutely mysterious 'funny neck' kids... They haven't got 'giraffe necks!' LOL

Well they don't!

Here's one - she doesn't have a giraffe neck now does she?

She's 'Cari' - from Amsterdam. And, she's singing in the song below.

Another one of these cute little elves. You know -, they just give out silver, in the moonlight, to those who are super quiet, and nice to them.

Cari Meeuwig

Not like what the evil Dr Luke does to them! 

Mean, evil Dr Luke!

He's going to get into trouble, you know. Because elves have friends.

Really really powerful friends.

This is the Evgeny Tokarev remix. '...Gene' - my mom almost got into some trouble when they intercepted phone calls between my dad's aunt, the then Deputy Crown Coroner in London City and my mother - because of Eugene (Gene) Ivanov, the Russian 'spy' who was working Profumo. 

Ha ha ha. My mom, a spy. Ha ha ha.