Ruler Of The World

Ruler of the World... is a racehorse.

Ruler Of The World

It's owned by the world's wealthiest individual racehorse owner - if you go by only what is made through racing and breeding. John Magnier is the gentleman and he owns Coolmore Stud, which is now a global business.

Sheikh Hamdan and his Godolphin Racing, is outranked, I'm afraid, by Magnier.

The Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe - which is run this coming Sunday - is the world's premier horse race for gallopers. The Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe outranks all other races including the Kentucky Derby and the Melbourne Cup - and this year's event strikes me as being one of the strongest for a long time. The top contenders are robust and consistent racers who have the kind of fierce will-to-compete and mature skills and balance as racehorses that mark out the elite racing animal.

Orfevre

I have a firm opinion on this year's race - I favour only two horses: Orfevre (which means 'goldsmith' in French), and Ruler Of The World, Magnier's horse. These are two of the best conformed Derby horses you will ever see, and they have speed, strength, boldness, courage, racing skills, flexibility, and stamina. This will be a good race and worth watching to see what real horse racing is all about.

Donnelly River by Walkinshaw Performance Vehicle

In the 'general' area where I live, I have access to some of the best fly fishing rivers anywhere in the world. These places are almost completely unknown to outsiders. No one ever talks about them much except for a handful of aficcianados who have the money and the time to come all the way out here to fish.

Donnelly River

Most of the year, these places are extremely cold.

Yep. This is Kentucky

Well, hey, so's a Kentucky fly river for that matter so what the heck!

Me, I haven't actually fished for real since my teens I suppose. I jumped pretty quickly from the Marine Base jetty on Penang Island, catching smallish rock cod, to the bowling green turf of Belmont Park (Western Australia) in order to catch bigger fish with silver bait...

Anyways, I don't believe Dick Cheney has ever fished the Donnelly River over in these parts, but then again, I can't be sure about that.

It's not much of an out-of-the-way item to have ex-SAS people and the like, especially, these days, ex-South African BOS intelligence guys – be handed meaningful budgets to organise high-speed road transport of a 'standard' in order to ferry VIP's to parts undisclosed, very quickly hither and yon, and then back again. From what I understand, it is to the Donnelly River area.

Walkinshaw SS V8 Supercharged

I must say, that the choice of the latest Holden SS Walkinshaw – in all black – is a great choice.

Someone might be able to tell me whether this vehicle is some very direct variant of a Chevrolet, or whether it is something predominantly coming out of the Holden design bureau. The build quality is utterly something I have never before seen on Holdens although they have not been too bad recently. Yet this is exceptional. It is also very fast, very handlable, very luxurious inside, and looks quite different in real life compared to the pics available just yet. It is smaller than the photos would suggest, lower to the ground, and the chrome looks like, well, real chrome. The sound is awesome. The look is brilliant.

 

 

Go this way...

In this: 

 

 

 

Why the hell not?!

The Form, The Substance

I have a lot of time for practical scientists and applied scientists. I think that Luca Turin is one of the very finest minds of the last few years. He has peers in his chosen field, and some of them are women, and you may be very surprised to learn what things these people discovered, invented, and often also developed into commercial success-stories and placed into common use in all of our daily lives.

Industrial chemist Luca Turin

You know, people talk 'billionaire' a lot in places like Forbes and on Bloomberg television, but seldom do they ever these days expose the true billionaire of practical and applied science that is not directly linked to just electronics and computing. Who knows, for instance about the certain lady who invented the lemon scent we all assume (incorrectly) is actually from some kind of extract or synthesis of real lemons and that we find in basically all of the household bleach, washing detergent, room fragrance, and even lemonade drinks and packet food products? She gets a royalty from every single product sold that uses her patented chemical and believe me, she is really a billionaire and now owns and lives on an island in the Mediterranean that has a fairly meaningfully-sized industrial chemical research laboratory and research facility on it. She is not listed on any so-called 'list of billionaires' or 'richest people,' but she certainly is that.

Luca Turin has been reported in leading journals as having recently made several new (he has made some previously!) breakthroughs to do with a more complete understanding of the neuro-physiology and also neuro-chemistry of how we sense things with our nose and tongue.

Turin is, apart from being a very clear thinker, an excellent writer and speaker and presenter of complex ideas, but behind him stand some Russian research scientists that he works with, as well as some of those women scientists of whom I spoke about earlier. To cut a long story short, the Russians visually are a rather dishevelled looking lot and Turin is as stylish as the city whose name he shares.

The Pope of global wine-tasting,
Robert Parker

Far be it from me to say that someone of the public stature of Robert Parker is a charlatan, but ordinary common sense ought to suggest to one's mind that nobody can 'smell roasting violet petals' from out of the chemistry of a red wine, for one thing simply because there is no odoriferant molecule developed by the wine that will create that smell compound! Either people are halucinating, or there is something indeed very chemically mysterious about red wine! But for someone like Parker to continuously say that wines have this or that bizarre non-wine scent or essence or flavour – when no such thing is scientifically possible – is grounds for me to look sideways at him, and everyone like him. Okay, call me an atheist of wine tasting and lump me in the arrogant, egocentric, and opinionated wonderland of people like Richard Dawkins when it comes to smashing people's cherished sillinesses that they insist on clinging onto, even in the face of facts that utterly disprove what they are saying. Oh I know it's oh so desireable to be able to opine intelligently about what bouquet the famous and expensive red wine you bought is giving off, but brothers, it just aint so!

No no no. Something else entirely is going on. Oh yes yes, you are sensing something – but it's not what you think it is.

Here's the rub: if you do what Luca Turin says, or what one of his Russian researchers says, about how you should go about tasting wine – suddenly, what you will experience is enhanced by a factor you would not have dreamed of beforehand. But if you do what Parker tells you, you will go away (albeit possibly not telling anyone else so) that alas, if the Emperor had no clothes you dared not suggest it be so, so esteemed is Parker and his ilk.

But they are wrong. Misguided, at best and entirely wrong anyway.

That a multi-billion dollar industry has grown up around the mythology of wine-tasting, is positive proof of the total lunatic behaviour of Mankind whenever its rational good sense is able to be distracted by brain chemistry rewards to do with material sensations.

Form and substance are of course not always simple or straightforward antitheses.

Out Front of the Royal Horseguards Hotel!
Horse and guardsman look great,
but it's an hotel for gawdsake.

Look at this picture. The horse and the guardsman look fantastic. But where is the substance? Is the building behind them just a modern era hotel? And if that building once housed both MI5 and MI6, do the current era vestigial and corporate memory custodians have secret private pretensions they whisper to themselves about, behind cupped hands over sly mouths...

You may as well say The Dark Ages of Inquisition and public damnation and political and financial rapine are the spirits that rule the air.

Luca Turin is a rarity; he both looks stylish and is someone of great intellectual substance too.

There are a lot of people today and a lot of groups and let's say 'entities' both corporate and governmental, that can wear the billion-dollar marketing and hype label. A lot of things have their wires crossed in the world today. There are billion-dollar machineries of government and private interests crossing over each other's traces and getting themselves and a lot of other people twisted up in the entangling lines.

The big fish are still in the seas, though. I would fish away from the big boats, and cast your lines far away from theirs... There are too many problems where the bigwigs are; too many problems among themselves, too many blow-in pretenders who actually come close to being bigwigs anyway because of the way modern finance behaves, too many bigwigs who are only big any longer in outward form with little or no substance beneath. And far too many cops and ex-cops who work for private money but who still have access and sway with government agencies despite protestation by politicians that it isn't so. It is so. Half the world's current armed conflicts are to do with programs that governments have lost control of. And you can't trust that lawyers and judges will resolve it all; things get 'stopped' well before revelations can get before an independent authority.

 

Stay well away. It is bound to get nasty now. I would say. Go fishing maybe. In some distant and despised stream.  

 

Sad Histories of Chinese Gold Dealers

I'm going to give you a kind of hypothetical situation of the past, and ask you to think about it and bear it in mind over coming months, and if, perchance anything untoward occurs somewhere on the world stage, then you may be prepared for the meaning of it and not jump at shadows as most others likely will.

Hitler's ring is currently up for auction

Let's say for example it is a war circumstance – say, the Second World War - countries are at war and one of them gets invaded but the soldiers of the invading side do not speak the language of those they have just invaded. In spite of what the current era and much-publicised NSA lets 'be known,' it is not really possible to, by some computer process , 'understand' every single nuance of a region's idiom, and even today, this scenario still applies in its general meaning.

Now – in the hypothetical past event - the invading army takes hold of mainly let's say, ethnic Chinese, and interrogates them to 'gain information...' What do you suppose would be the point of that d'you think? Let's say the place in question is not categorically a Chinese country, but there are ethnic Chinese people there – as there are indeed virtually all over the world then and now. On the other hand, let's say that the invading army interrogates only Chinese gold dealers... Would you think they were after general directions, you know, the meanings of the names of street signs, that kind of thing – or would you say they were after gold, especially any gold secretly held or that had been hidden away somewhere by the gold dealers?

Now Wikipedia is a great resource but it is totally prey to the propaganda machinery that 'winners who re-write history' can manipulate into it.

And so if you ever happen to read somewhere, let's say, on Wikipedia, that someone was an interpretor for an invading army, then perhaps you might want to consider if in any circumstance where that person was interpreting answers given by someone under torture, whether that interpretor may not have perhaps once or twice, failed to deliver the most utterly forthright interpretation of what was being said, prior to the victim having chopsticks ploughed through their ears and into their brains, for example.

Chinese gold shop

Well I apologize that I've had to say that so bluntly.

But, you might want to ask yourself why, if you ever travelled to a certain place somewhere around the world, there are not any major Chinese gold dealers there but mainly only Muslim ones, and where strangely perhaps, the place itself is meant to be largely ethnic Chinese? Now I don't mean simply jewellery shops; I mean actual major dealerships like the gold soukh-style of place... Which there are many of around Asia and India and naturally Arabia too of course.

Oh yes, there are a few contradictions to the 'tales' and 'stories' of personal histories spread about by quite a few notables in their 'authorised' biographies and memoirs; contradictions whose logical flaws have never apparently daunted the fawning that other power-inspired politicians typically, have done over these characters.

Of course they say that history is always written by the victors. I don't subscribe to that idea though.

Bad histories are written by erstwhile 'victors' and victory is itself a revolutionary science. The surfaces of things change. Bananas, yellow on the outside whilst fresh from the tree, turn black when they are yet even just a short time dead.

The Best Plans

I like to take the endeavour of making money, as one of the best examples of the test of applying a deeper knowledge to the world of exterior things. Money functioning in an economy is two things tied together with second-line significations and not just one simple thing: it is what people think, what they believe, plus the token system of exchange itself. From moment to moment, people form this view about whether a particular plan or other is the leading one on the table, and then, whether they consciously want to or not, the whole of their being works away at having that best plan succeed. This is not maths, and it is not science, but it is a type of geometry; people possess a certain invisible shape that always inclines them towards a certain direction.

A velvet Ferrari? Novel...

No matter how many times people want to have it another way – and those who do always argue from a personal interest not an objective one – you cannot credentialize the making of money. I encountered yesterday a friend of mine who told me that he was having difficulties with his bankers and accountants over a decision to expand his business to the tune of around seven million dollars. I asked what the difficulty was and he casually prepared the answer with the statement: 'well, banks cannot lend on faith.'

And I said quickly – 'well actually banks cannot lend period.'

Not anymore, anyway. Not with the Money Velocity as low as it is and the official benchmark rates as low as they have been contrived to go.

I asked him who told him he could not raise equity if lending was a problem, and he said his accountant. And I then asked why he believed him... Answer: 'because he's my accountant.'

'I suppose he invoices you for this remarkable insight?' I cheekily commented.

Now this client has an exceptional cashflow and a positive one. The best plan on the table would merely have been to point him in the direction of the deepest discount government bonds and say there's your expansion capital base – the only one that exists anywhere that is real, absent of the hidden costs from banks and accountants. Now this plan has to compete also with insane or fantastic ideas too, or the subtle power of marketing semiotics, or food allergies, or all kinds of other forces acting on emotions and the brain. The subtle force of these things too are real but they are not science. They are a form of geometry.

Brown food colour E130 goes into some expensive whiskies too and people still think they are buying decent Scotch, and I have even seen them comment on the beautiful amber hue when they swish it around the special whisky tasting glass they bought because they have absorbed some propaganda.

Dalmore-Lutwyche shoes - no synthetic colouring
Anywhere! 

People make decisions often moved by very unscientific causes. You can train a person's taste or educate it so that they are able to make discerning choices. This is the aristocracy of the learned senses. But it is a rare thing to find in a human being these days.

Yet one is far more advantaged to spend the whole of one's life educating the mean senses – and this can be done without resort to exhorbitant amounts of money – rather than spend it chasing money for its own sake alone.

Money cannot get you into heaven. And men and mice are mortal and their best laid schemes et cetera...

But schooled and learned senses can tear down the veil between heaven and the mortal plane. The secret of money is that it never is, about money.