The Beast From The Pit

In spite of my best attempts to try and avoid talking about the 'immediate present' of world politics and global finance dominated by insane people in the US Federal Reserve System, one would nonetheless be negligent in failing to make some passing comment about the outlandish status of these matters.

God, in the Mighty Council

So much of the media briefings currently being issued by the White House is just transparently false 'information.' It's transparently false because of the access nowadays to alternative perspectives, as well as original sources - and when one compares the White House versions with so much of the original source material and the independent objective facts, there is only one conclusion possible.

Yet at the same time there has been a prevailing theme presented to the public virtually everywhere, that in any case 'the deception is the reality.' Originally, of course, this snide phrase was: 'the perception is the reality.' Which in turn is some kind of twist on Marshall Mcluhan's famous: 'the medium is the message.' Or the 'massage,' as he himself said.

So a large and apparently powerful government can do anything it wants, including tell any kind of egregious lie, and due to the fact that there is no physical or brute force that can stop it, it may go on doing whatever it wants, regardless of the ethics or morals or even legality of what it does.

I don't think 'the deception is the reality.' I think that's what a murderer wants to have be the case.

I think the psychological weight of this depth of deceit is so great, that inevitably changes begin to take shape in the intellectual judgments such governments and rulers make, and changes in the actual brain recognition of even simple facts - begin to happen. And that's when these sorts of governments are apt to make catastrophic errors. They look at one thing, decide it's meaning is such-and-such, and then take actions based on the meaning they have unilaterally and pathologically assigned - which is quite separated from a true objective reality or assessment of the reality.

Now I'm going to show you why I'm so certain about the outcome of current affairs:

Humans look 'up' at the stars.

Think about the way humans have looked at the night sky. They look at the stars and they see what the can see, from the position that they occupy. Perspective, Position, Perception.

Now commonsense will tell you, that someone looking at the Universe from some 'overall' position, on the other hand, is not going to place a priority on the 'image' of a lion, or a bear, or dipper, or some 'mighty hunter' and so on, in order to discern which particular spot they are looking at.

No. Very likely questions of physics and measurement, will come into play, rather than human optical image.

Now coming events, they say, cast their long shadows beforehand. So watch, and keep your eyes open. All is not as it seems on the world stage.

We are at an EXTREMELY dangerous moment.

But I am very confident that I can make it out alive. Even materially well-off actually. I believe I'm prepared.

I think the danger is for others to be concerned about. I think anyone who doesn't believe there is danger, is the sort of person who will likely be affected most.

The Universe detests Chaos

Those who think there is no danger to them, are probably relying on things that are unreliable... And I don't mean 'god.' I mean some human institution or other that makes out it is in control or takes the position of being the controller. I'm not sure how chaos can be controlled. And I think it's very foolish of governments to think they can control the chaos they've created.

What the Greeks means when they say - 'releasing the serpent from the pit' - what they mean is Chaos.

You see a lot of religious people and End Of The World-ers on YouTube and so on talking about 'the Beast' and 'the Anti-Christ.'  

Chaos is not a mythical force or being. It is quite real.

Greeks wrote the New Testament. 'The Beast From The Pit' is Chaos.

Can you see it anywhere? Is it here yet?




      

The Pavlova

So, 21st September we talked here about Carlos Brito, the CEO of AB-Inbev. Brito just succeeded in his bid for SABMiller, making them now the world's largest beer company.

He doesn't own Westvleteren, of course, the world's best beer - this is owned by some Trappist monks! And this morning, Sir Christopher Passarides on Bloomberg was asked by the ever-stylish Tom Keene what his favourite beer was, to which the 2010 Nobel Laureate for Economics replied: 'something Mid-European, something with a bit more punch than the American brands.'

AB-Inbev is in fact one of these genuinely global corporations - for although it largely owns American beer brands, it is also the owner of a lot of beers made just about everywhere else, and, the company itself is headquartered in Belgium.

Does Brito drink Westvleteren...?

It's not particularly expensive so maybe he doesn't. That's often what happens to people with vast personal sums of disposable money, they buy up to what they can afford, because this seems a logical place (the expensive place) to go to get 'the best.'

The Pavlova

This morning I also had to listen to some 'nuther history researcher tell me on National Radio where the iconic Australian race-track, afternoon tea dessert - the Pavlova - came from originally. It wouldn't have mattered to her that my grandfather (his cousins owned it before, and after he did, and still do now) for a while owned the Florian Cafe... THE Florian in Venice, mind you. And so it would not be worthwhile me getting onto the radio station and apprising them of any single thing about this dessert. They already know it all.

A few hours earlier, the same Australian National Broadcaster opened the phones on the subject of a visa having been granted to Geert Wilders. On this subject of course, I would certainly not have phoned in under any circumstances to expand on the few Wiki entries here and there about how Wilders had once been in the Israeli 'voluntary brigades.' That's of course, not the whole nor even the real and accurate story of who Wilders is and where he really comes from. But to cut a story short that involves privileged information... Anyway, put it this way, Wilders is not exactly a Dutch Right Wing politician like the way he presents and like the way the media and many captive Western governments say that he is. After all, Jorg Haider, a supposedly similar political figure, strangely enough, died, after he said the sorts of things he said, as a genuine Right Wing politician.

Also a Pavlova too, but
this one is in the Restaurant Tchaikovsky
in Tallinn, Estonia

Ah the Dutch! They are about to produce today, some report about what took down MH17. I think, several years from now, you could easily read in the Wiki, that that particular plane was a long way from home, on an out-of-the-way and lonely track, and with very very drunk pilots in charge - a bit like the driver of Di's car, as a matter of fact - who had been making most indiscreet conversation on unsecure phones to um, Mel Gibson about er, certain people of a particular ethnic origin, and then... WHAM! BAM! Just as luck would have it, god struck the plane down via a missile from that old Uncle Vanya again, who just does these things in order, particularly to earn the wrath of the Western media about how baa-a-a-a-ad they are.

What a confused tale.

Anyway, this person on the National Radio, actually managed to say, that lost in time somewhere - but that however she was nevertheless able to locate the actual 'evidence' and 'proof' about it - the Pavlova, was invented by an Austrian Jew in New York, and that it is in fact a torte cake, called various other things that Jewish people, in particular, have been making for years. Oh my ******g god.

What is the idea of all of this current era iconoclasm over living folklore, even if does happen to be untrue in some cases? The folklore is what people actually believe right now. Why are there people seeking to upturn current folklore as if merely by them saying so, somehow everyone is going to change their folkloric opinions?

I mean seriously, I was waiting for the part where she was going to say that Anne Frank invented the ******g Pavlova up in the ******g Dutch attic!

Herbert Sachse from the Esplanade Hotel in Perth, Western Australia, invented the Pavlova, and there is no torte cake in it at all. The very wealthy Paxton Family, hoteliers and racehorse owners, employed chefs from all over Europe back in the 20's and 30's, and I think one of the things that need to be added, is that the Moscow Circus from way back even then, had connections to Western Australia and one of the daughters of the owner of the circus married into the other extremely wealthy, Edgley Family, who were one half of Eric Edgley and Dawe, the international theatrical agents. Anna Pavlova was brought on tour around the world by Eric Edgley and Dawe, and all of these people are known to each other. To this day, the Kremlin maintains relations with these people - Edgley's is one of the largest commercial gold traders in the Southern Hemisphere.

The Caulfield Guineas

The Caulfield (Melbourne, Australia) Guineas was held today and the brilliant 3-year old horse Press Statement won it in a dominating performance leading for most of the way. 

This race is regarded as a 'stallion-making' race, and an 'entire' that wins this race instantly becomes worth many many millions as a potential sire at stud.

'Press Statement' - the brilliant 3-year old colt

I have been biting my tongue about this horse as it made its way through the ranks to this race today and I didn't want to say the wrong thing before it had proven itself. I thought it would win. And I was very happy when it did - and in such convincing style.

This horse will very probably be raced for at least another year and it has trounced the best horses around in its age group at set weights (all carrying the same weight) over a mile.

Following this kind of horse is a reflection of what one ought to do in business and in life: become involved with the best. Well, everyone already knows this. The doubt enters into the thinking when we all witness such things as the US Federal Reserve System, and we can see the moral turpitude of the present era money system and who gets the preferential advantages and what the effects on equity valuations and investment thinking, are. 

Fundamentally, what the market commentators generally misunderstand or perhaps actually don't know about, is the reason for QE to run into several years. The reason is this: as the interest rates are made to fall, it - The Fed - hands cash to a special group of banks that are essentially liquifying their previously valueless capital, which they handed to The Fed as security for Treasury Bills when the Paulson/Geithner bailout took place at the start of the QE arrangement. QE is paid for by the taxpayer, but over the several years of its operation rather than in one hit, in order to not place a completely obviously odious pressure on taxpayers and the nation. It is made to seem not too obvious, but it is in reality completely odious all the same. Because terminal consequences don't appear in the immediate time frame, and so The Fed and the privileged banks get away with it in the short and medium term.

People think that a high US dollar currency exchange rate, and superficially low interest rates, and especially, a rising Stock Market, all mean that there is no problem and that The Fed's solution to a major banking crisis was a correct idea, was successfully implemented, and is working.

Most people will never give up on a bad system that they are used to, and they usually remain nostalgic about it, and faithful to it, even while it becomes quite functionally dead in reality, firstly because they do not easily see competing and better options, and secondly because of conservative bias in the bulk of people's minds. 

But it is functionally dead already. The appearance of function is a deception. 

The Rolls Royce 'elite' customer event
held in Sardinia a few days ago.

We will talk about what is functionally alive in the next posting, and about what 'functional' means in the first place, too.

For now, here is a pic of the Porto Cervo, Sardinia (built by that great racehorse owner, the Agha Khan) Rolls Royce summer style party. This is not a posed, publicity shot, but an actual pic of real people attending the launch of the new Rolls Royce car model - the 'Dawn.'

All these very wealthy people put their money into buying a Rolls Royce because Rolls Royce make the best cars in the world. Do they put their money into the American Stock Market because the best companies are there, with the best products and services, and the best managements generating the best profits? It is very doubtful that they do. 

"Kinky Butterfly Martini"

The conference -? Of which I spoke yesterday -?

...Well, put it this way - you saw Ben Bernanke on Bloomberg this morning, you must have or at least you certainly should have. The modern world consists of people in various positions of power who are so totally disconnected from the wider reality, and who live so completely within their own cocoon, that whatever comes out of their mouths is so self-confident that it seems so true and correct in the moment - and of course it is from their perspective. Except that it is actually utter crap. There are few decent words to describe the sheer mindless arrogance, selfishness, and intellectual isolation of these people, and how those traits have so many problematic consequences. For one thing, they have absolutely no sense of responsibility (shown to the public, at least) for anything, ever, except when they all want to pat themselves on the back for a job well done... in their own mind and in their own self-involved fantasies.

They have no shame over the fact that multiple millions of people think they are criminals and charlatans at best.

The actor, Josh Burrow, my pick for Bond -
a strong competent actor, and sometimes electrifying with
the right director

I appreciate that we have a global movement that is seeking to break a few sacred cows around the place. I get that. But my own feeling is these people are all incompetent. Yes, the Stock Market, whilst stunningly volatile, is up, and quite high, for the second. And yes, the new James Bond, coming out end of this month, will keep playing this insistent 'gay' theme.

Now well, you won't find me objecting in quite the same way as the religious Right about it all. I'm not sure how they all step blithely over the 'and the disciple whom Jesus loved most...' bit, in the Gospels. But you see, equivalently, I can show you how that individual was a woman dressed as a man, and not some 'gay' relationship thing that was going on under the radar!

Okay so hang it all, let's do a JW-version of the gay theme in the 007 framework.

Now my own father's first cousin was the infamous 'Zero Degrees Kelvin' McClory, of Thunderball notoriety. And my own uncle, Glen Johnson, of Shell Far East, secured a critical percentage of the original production budget money, and so I feel entitled to give you my own rendering of what James Bond today ought to look/play like as a screenplay.

Nic Kidman, at this year's Omega new line launch
in South Korea
Should have been a Bond girl forever

Here is our Nic all dressed up for the South Korean launch of the latest Omega line (and that is a Bond accoutrement brand, so it's appropriate). We should be having Nic v. Bellucci as the girls - and indeed, they should be women, not girls, in a Bond flick.

And here is the most stunning, outstanding, male alto (countertenor) voice singer doing a song that fits into my story idea. There's the male gay element. I'm not sure if you've noticed that the producers pulled Sam Smith's initial released version of his 'okay' Spectre Bond theme song, and replaced it with a massively re-worked, full cinematic orchestral-backed and arranged version within days of the first upload of the song onto Vevo and YouTube.

As Malachi Martin once said: 'the ordinary homosexuals I know are appalled at where these people are heading with their agendas.' Isn't it surprising that a prominent churchman would use the phrase of more or less (badly quoted, I know): 'ordinary gays I (that is, he) knows...?' Hmn. Ordinary, gays. Well, put it this way, I certainly don't think the people pushing Bond into a gay franchise are extraordinary, whether gay or otherwise. They're simply not extraordinary anything. And certainly they're not ordinary either. But they are banal.

So... I'll not go deeply here into my story-line for the para-latest Bond epic. Not too far into it anyway. Stay tuned though, there'll be snippets regularly. 

We will, though, make a beginning here and now...

"007" said M, looking up from white-knuckled, clasped hands pressed hard against the highly-polished real walnut-surfaced desk-top.

"M." Bond responded, in a relaxed out-breath, as he sat down deeply into the admiralty button patterned, dark mulberry-color, Levant leather visitor's chair.

"Double Oh Seven, we believe that there is a very high level assassination contract out on the king of Saudi Arabia, and we think that it is about to be carried out. And we also have an assessment that says there is a strong chance that it might succeed."

James Bond looked directly at his Superior. How was M going to give him this job now, after Bond had left that NATO/IDF Special Ops man out there in New Zealand with the earthquake going on, and conveniently being able to cover over the fact that... Well, the man wasn't coming back at any rate.

He knew M must have had his suspicions.

"Want you to shadow the Russian agent, the so-called 'final Gorgon,' Bond. The impressively credentialed Moscow professional killer, whose real name neither we nor the Americans appear to have, and whose only recent description we have from one now pretty traumatized and virtually castrated Kuwaiti."

"Fangs and red eyes?" James Bond poorly joked, carelessly, and somewhat dismissively.

"Red hair, Oh Oh Seven. Hair. Dyed on top. Might be any color now. She's known to change her looks regularly. But her real hair color is red. Do you think you'll have any trouble getting to 
find out what her real, natural hair color is, Bond?" M pushed back, snidely.

Bellucci, the second Bond woman -
is she good? Is she bad? Does she have red hair?

"Well that very much depends, sir."

"Depends, Oh Oh Seven? Depends on what?"

"On whether her looks will turn me to stone, sah."

"Oh shut up Bond. Just get out there to Riyadh, and pitch up at a particular function Section D will get you an invitation to, and make your way around all the females there and see whether you can discover who this assassin woman is, and then keep a tight watch."

"Don't you want me to eliminate her?"

"I want you to see if you can find her first, Oh Oh Seven. And then we'll put it to the Americans that we have her in sights so to speak, and then they'll confer with the Israelis, and then we'll see what each of us wants to do about it."

What if I killed the king myself and then pinned it onto her, Bond played the thought through the camouflage bushes of his mind, hoping that M wouldn't realize how disgusted he had become with the whole security establishment, and its conniving with big money interests and their bought politicians at the highest levels of all Western governments. 
    
Being the expert gambler that he was, James Bond was pretty sure all the bureaucrats and senior department officials that he encountered regularly - even M - couldn't see through his poker face if he didn't want them to. He had turned, of course. Ever since Thatcher and maybe even a little before, he was being asked to work for, to risk his life for, and show absolute loyalty to an interlocked network of petty thieves and paedophiles, media-baron slaves, and money-grubbing self-interested charlatans and 'secret cliques' who had destroyed his beloved Great Britain and without so much as a passing glance.

How did they expect that no one would react against them, from the innermost echelons themselves? How could they ever expect to get away with a stealth takeover of British values? And have no one from within do anything about it.

Business Conference Tomorrow

Okay so I'm going to this conference tomorrow. I have no idea what it's about and I don't really know the people organizing it, but hey, I haven't been to anything 'organized' for a good long while and I'm interested to know just what in the hell people think might be a 'good business' right about this time.

The DJIA is flying to unprecedented territory, the USA is a friend to all and everyone is its friend, Israel is hell-bent on driving Washington into a bombing raid on Iran - hey, what could ever go wrong? We're all headed for middle class heaven.

Buy, buy, buy! Jim Cramer, yell at us, please!

My wife's family, as you know, is well-known in Sicily. But, some of them are also Roman. I know they love Florence, and one side literally carries the Guelphi surname and gets invited to things like, er, anything Monagasque and party-ish, wedding-ish... that kind of thing. They don't need reservations in any 'Michelin Star' restaurant in France, Monaco, or Italy. So we're talking some serious ooomph here.

The wonderful thing about these ancient cultures - Italian, Greek, Celtic, even Indian - is that they keep the evil and the wicked side-by-side with the good and decent gods.

Here, we have a statue of the evil Poseidon (well, Neptune, of course, being in Italy) right in the middle of the town square in Bologna.

See Neptune there, with his trident?

Evil, you say? Yeah. He tried to rape a priestess of the Athenaiai, for which act the goddess scared him off by turning the lady in question into the Gorgon, Medusa.

Poseidon was always a bit pissed off that his brother got to take over as supreme God of the Entire Universe. Although, well, that is not quite the actual story. You see, what a lot of myth-relaters fail to tell you, is that Zeus always consults with the three Sisters who are always there, behind the scenes before he does something terrible or terminal or really very very serious.

It's all a bit like the Mafia, really. As above so below, I guess. As they say. One thing is for certain though - the places where the gods actually walk, is designed by Italians. It's not exactly beautiful actually... But it does have a certain savoir faire, or dolce vita, to all of its social culture and patterns. 

The Alfa 4c is made in the Maserati factory,
by the way. Did you know that?

And my point to you is this: remember, even the devil himself, pisses himself before the Gorgon. The face of horror usually comes upon those whose arrogance and lust knows no bounds. It comes at last, believe me. Even though it seems to take a while.

You can still walk in the town square though, so long as you honour and respect the hidden designers of life. Yes, Creationists are wrong in the way they believe things; what they don't understand is that the Cosmos was not created. It was designed, and by Italians. It doesn't really work... But it has a certain kind of style that only a certain kind of mindset can understand.

A real, and 'simple,'
beef carpaccio

It's like a beef carpaccio - a simple dish, whose ingredients define one's experience of it. Sure you can make it look pretty, or gay (I mean that in the Lisa Simpson usage of the word) and bizarre and 'ultimate chef' and all that, or like you've been to a food University and got a degree in bizarro food porn - but, that kind of thing means you don't understand a goddamn thing.

I shall report back on the business conference, later on, tomorrow evening...