Tiny Small Things...

Big expensive things cost big expensive money.

And mostly, they are useless, today.

You take super brands like Creed or Gucci or Balenciaga, or even Church's shoes...

None of these are owned by their original independent or Artisan Houses - they are all owned by Kering or Prada (this latter of which is also a Mega Financial House, not really a craft and design place anymore) or someone like that; not a genuine authentic craft establishment at all.

The prices are high, the quality is rubbish. Now.

Barker Shoes. Still Family-Owned,
still handmade.

Never used to be that way of course.

Too late. The world has changed and it is never going back.

That is to say, not the names of those things and have them carry the quality they once did.

Paul-Michel Foucault, the Paris identity, was a friend and supporter of the Ayatollah Khomeini - who was a systematic mass-murderer.

Foucault is the most-cited 'academic' in all thesis papers at Universities worldwide today.

There are no significantly economically-powerful segments of public thought, which either voice dissension about materialism itself; for instance, product quality -, or intangible social ideas. They all fall in-line, in lock-step. Some seem like they are 'different,' but they are not. Anything publicly amplified - is fake. 

So you are really looking at a wide, and systematic altering of the fundamental ideas which govern society today - political society, economic society, all society.

Despite that I myself might seem to make out that I am heavily involved in the field of ideas, or in fact in the field of ideas only - I am very materialistic. And more than that, I developed a 'mind habit' during the Investment Market World's true peak era of the Eighties, which would by a lot of people, be characterized as an Autistic trait to do with that materialism.

Charvet, Paris.
Still real.

I personally do not like to throw such characterizations around too easily, because I think in today's on-line and Tik-Tok world, there is too much fantasy talk and almost romanticizing of Autism - where people keep up this 'on the spectrum' thing; a bit too much. Yeah well it would be great if all Autistic people were 'just on the spectrum a little bit!'

Moreover blending up a lot of different things takes away from the crucial neurological hidden, unseen, internal material mechanisms that lead to serious Autism - and it's all pretty serious...

But anyway, that caveat out there - what I do is intentionally 'forget' or pretend not to know, that I have something already, when I am waiting to get some other 'important' material thing into my hands.

The reason I started doing all this was after one occasion, when we got in this high tech surveillance expert - who swept the downstairs 'front' office (which actually had brokers and dealers right there so that walk-ins off the street could see what was going on for real and live) - and when he had located and pointed out to me (I was the manager there) four active secret hidden devices ('bugs' as they say), we both went outside and had a discussion away from the place.

He said he was pretty sure he had already found at least seven devices, and did I want him to continue. I said, no. And then I said, in fact leave them all in there and don't do anything; we'll use it against 'them.' Whoever they were.

So then after properly instructing everyone privately who was working in there, we spread a lot of 'disinformation' quite easily and it worked really well.

This is not really expensive.
But 'it take some doing,' to wear
it out in the streets these days.
You will stand out!
So, next time you go to, um oh
I dunno - Manasarovar Kailash...
Just see if you can get yourself
some real legit local craft.
Doesn't have to be big;
does have to be real.

But then, one additional consequence was that I personally became more or less paranoid about accidentally saying anything out loud that I considered really was important to keep close to ourselves - to the extent then of deliberately burying it in my head! Until some key moment and secured place (or that we thought was secure).

Many times the conversation went: 'So what was it you were going to tell us that's really important?' 

...And me: 'Give me a minute, I'll have to remember. Oh yes. The sky is falling down and we're all gonna die unless we run like hell right away...' That kind of thing.

We made it out of the Eighties Global Stock-Market Crash, not just alive but in quite some coin.

Virtually everyone else I knew outside of our little group died, went to jail/went bankrupt and died.

But I am a materially-minded person. I like stuff.

I like good stuff not necessarily expensive stuff. And I am very 'Autistic' about it - about how I get it.

You cannot 'get' a decent few kilos of Gold or Silver at any given and sudden moment on the spot -, and then make a killing ten days later when the prices went up suddenly. First of all it would mean you had a whole bunch of cash liquidity to buy the position.

On the other hand it is quite easy to get a big position by buying very small amounts very consistently. And that way all you need is left-overs from your own weekly Gin-and-Tonic budget.

But what you have to do is just forget about the fact that you are doing it at all!

Right now it's time to think about other things, and talk about other things - one of them being this complete destruction of quality everywhere.

You know, you go around and look at all the people around you, and I guarantee you the one thing you will notice if you look - all their clothes are drab and designed to 'fit in,' to not stand out - and that includes the people with dyed green or pink or mauve hair. Those people are fitting right in, to the Derrida/Foucault insane asylum place that they all come from (Harvard and Yale and Ox-Cam et cetera).

Beautiful.
Better in a museum though of course,
than around Los Angeles.

In other words what they succeeded in doing was destroy the quality of the human person themselves.

Suddenly, when you observe there are no real human beings left around, left around you - but that maybe there might be one or two somewhere, and maybe even around you somewhere but as yet you haven't see them - you will instantly come to terms with Robert Pante's great 'How Powerful People Recognize Each Other.'

It's actually not hard, is it.

Being garish is not how. Being different is how. But only ever so slightly different that it escapes the attention of people not even looking that acutely in the first place.

It doesn't take a lot of money. But it sure can make you a lot of money.

Once two of you (or more!) get together, Holy Jesus Mary and Joseph!

Believe me, Jesus returned tonight.
He was in the kitchen of the guy
who made this.
I know. I ate it.

You know the thing is, real human beings are real, very real. 

But we live on a planet now, where the whole topography of so-called 'human' society is not human at all but artificial and driven by politics built by thieves and liars and they have indeed made a slave race. And these guys all think they've gotten away with it too and have driven the real human race right off the cliff, and heck, yes so they have done too - to a very large extent.

And but what that does though is make any real topography of real human beings so much more powerful and visible but only to other real humans.

Each real human - and this means you - is 'a Mount Kailash.'