And so we have history being made today in Australian horse racing lore, in that the first ever female jockey has ridden the winner of the Melbourne Cup.
Prince of Penzance
Prince of Penzance, ridden by Michelle Payne, outstayed all the rest to win - at the lucrative odds more or less of 100-to-1 (it was an extreme 'outsider' in the field). But the horse itself didn't know it was an outsider and won anyway. There is so much more about this level of horse racing than I am able to talk about here. And so, I shall leave the darker side to different places and other occasions... What you don't know won't hurt you. On the other hand though, what you don't know is the thing that will hurt you if you are in the wrong places at the wrong times.
Okay so I made a few cryptic comments about Tuesday's Melbourne Cup in the immediate preceding post. This race is now among the top half dozen international big money horse races around the world. It used to be about time and craft - old school local Australian horsemen the likes of Tommy Woodcock and T.J. Smith and Bart Cummings would employ their highly individual craft over a lot of time, and develop a horse slowly into the conditioned and skilled athlete that would conquer the test of distance and stamina that the Melbourne Cup race is. Those of you (those of us!) who focus a lot on Wall Street and its big money symbolism, may find it a little difficult to accept what I'm about to say next - the big money is in places like Melbourne and Sydney, and occasionally in Fremantle and Perth, also Hong Kong, and other odd, and very little-known small Austrian and Bavarian towns and seaside resorts in places like Sardinia...
Half Moon Street - a movie set among the wealthy
elites in London, based on a book by Louie Theroux's dad.
Can't remember what it's about, nor anything about it, other
than that the actor Nadim Sawalha's birthday, is 9/11.
You see, it is a little understand fact, that the prize-money for European and especially English horse racing is miniscule compared with what is standard money here in Australia. On the other hand, the mega-wealthy elites live in or around the London-Paris-New York 'orbit.' They, can afford to race horse flesh. But their money never flows into the economies they live off, and they are not generous enough to put up stakes moneys themselves for their peers to compete for. Consequently, the thoroughbred industry in England is about breeding and selling, and trophies, but not about prize money as such. So the consequence of very large money floating around various segments in the economies of Hong Kong and Sydney and Melbourne has today seen the situation that there is only one Australian-bred horse in this year's Melbourne Cup. Remembering that I accused the European owners and trainers of being rather cynical about their charges, I envisage this year's Melbourne Cup as being one in which certain horses, whose true abilities are known to their connections (owners and trainers and jockeys) but almost no one else - will suddenly be asked to show their abilities, and they will be ridden very very vigorously in order to get these efforts from the animals. And so the Melbourne Cup has changed as a race for all time, or at least, for a long time to come so long as the money aspect remains the way it is. And this is not even to say these owners are actually racing because they need money! No, not at all! They do what they do because they are what they are...
Wise guys
The Melbourne Cup is now a tale of money and power and egos.
These things are all very interesting to watch. They are not heart-warming to me in the way they once were. I would be shocked and surprised, more than pleasantly, if T.J. Smith's daughter could win this year's race with one of her horses. Rarely will you ever get to see such big money and such huge egos gather all the in the same place at the same time. Certainly not publicly. Not even at Bohemian Grove; which is not public in any case. Oh yes. If you think you are interested in big money you cannot miss this show. Trust me. I'll tell you afterwards what you were looking at. Now remember this though - it still is the case that if you walk onto an Australian race track, everyone is equal, king, prince, queen, pauper, stable-hand, road-sweeper. And that is only because everyone is polite to everyone else, regardless of any other thing. The etiquette is that Australian race track goers, are polite. It is the only place that Australians behave themselves as a rule. Yes, there will be plenty of drunks and people falling over later on in the day. But that is after the fact, and after the main events. The fact is, they are polite, and they mean to be polite. It's an interesting social phenomenon.
I noticed earlier this week that Max Keiser 1. had a haircut, and 2. that he brought the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius into his discussions on modern economics and finance. Young people should watch the Keiser Report. He, together with his usual shotgun-rider Stacey Herbert, and their intelligently selected guests (I thought Joel Benjamin this week was absolutely outstandingly good), are the sorts of people the minds of the youth would do well to be corrupted by.
Vignale's De Tomaso Pantera, under
the statue of Marcus Aurelius
There is not a whole lot that I personally know about Marcus Aurelius, possibly due to his reputation as a Stoic philosopher - and I, of course, lean a little more toward the Epicurean. However something I do know, if not exactly about him, is that his statue in Rome, in which he is depicted astride a horse, once was entirely covered in gold, and that there is a Roman saying that the statue will once more turn into a fully gold-covered state, on Judgement Day... Further, I know that virtually no one says they know who the actual original sculptor was. If you 'Google' it - you won't find anyone who says they know who sculpted it. Even Wiki says that. And as we all know, Google and Wiki are the founts of all knowledge. So therefore, no one knows who sculpted it. This is, of course, another example of one of these things known as an argumentative leap fallacy. The first statements are factual (Wiki and Google don't know), and the conclusion does not necessarily logically follow: that ('no one knows'). But if you look at the head of the horse in the statue, it is typical of a Persian style of horse statue. And now allow me to make some argumentative leaps. Obama's head looks like Widodo's. Both were educated using Saudi grants. They are clones owned by the Saudi clan. Well, this is just plain utter rubbish, of course. There is no way you can prove this kind of lunatic conclusion. There is no proper evidence. And I'm not going to float such a silly, idiotic piece of trash.
'Chandon' in Australia, is an
Australian-made clone of Moet, and
it's owned by Moet but it's not allowed to be
called champagne. It's 1/20th the price.
I wonder if the French think they are getting a French wine
when they buy Moet?
Anyway - champagne for the winners!
Moving on to another one of my entertainment figures - George Galloway - this week he was on RT News repeating the common saying: 'if it waddles like a duck, quacks like a duck, and swims like a duck - it's probably a duck.' He was saying something very uncomplimentary about Israel, I think, from memory. So, realizing, as we should, that any leap in logic has its grounds for extreme error, we must take with a grain of salt my view that there is a horse in Tuesday's Melbourne Cup horse race, that is a clone of Shergar. And if Shergar were in this race, it would win by twenty lengths. But the interesting thing for me is, the horse is not Shergar, but merely a clone of... And so we are about to see, whether a clone is really always going to fall within a broad parameter of its original version. Because for me, oh yes, it is indeed a clone of Shergar; of that I have absolutely no doubt.
Now, I don't whether you know this or not, but the Islamic scholars who specialize in what their book says about the present confrontation between the Islamic East, and the West, have this currently fashionable idea they speak about among themselves, namely that the promordial giants Gog and Magog, have been released, shortly following upon which global catastrophe is sure to follow. The NSA, listening as they are, ought to start taking note of what I'm going to say over the coming weeks.
Arcane, not occult - Halloween is coming!
Regardless of whether you are a rational materialist, or someone who gives some actual 'smoke-fire' credence to the impressive internet phenomenon that is Alex Jones/Icke/somebody else/Everybody else(!!) all peppering the bandwidth with tales tall and otherwise about conspiracies, aliens, reptiles and 'the elite' - one ought to realize and accept the importance of the words that people use, and their actual meanings, and what meanings people popularly impose upon those words. Now I need to stop right here and say that I'm not suggesting there is going to be a nuclear device used somewhere - although, I must tell you, that some Russian sources say Saudi Arabia is already using internationally prohibited weapons with radioactive features, in Yemen right now. Really, I also must say that within the confines of these kinds of blog-posts, I will be unable to fully describe in merely just a single one of them, everything that requires to be described. But I can lay some groundwork to begin with. We all are familiar with the Bohemian Grove subject. On the one hand you might suppose that because what goes on there is (meant to be) kept secret, it is an arcane thing. Arcane, however, does NOT include dark things which must be kept secret due to their darkness. No; the Bohemian Grove is an occult thing. Well, many members (of the Bohemian Grove cult) may not see it this way - but that is because THE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE BEING USED AND THAT THEY ARE USING THEMSELVES.
Statue of Poseidon in Bologna -
Bologna, means of the 'Boii'
'Bohemian' means of the land of Ogyges, the king who was ruling in Boiotia, when the primordial flood wiped out the world. The gods, decided to destroy the beings on the planet, when the elite ones of them forgot their station and their responsibilities, and aboriginal giants were around, and rampaged, cannibalizing people and consuming and destroying everything. The Boiotians, were favoured by the god Poseidon, who bears an uncanny resemblance to the Western image of the Devil. Boiotians, had horns on their heads and in every way, were beasts like cows ('bo'-vine) or bulls, and not like the humans they superficially seemed to be. There is no 'grove' mythologically famous in Boeotia. There are forests but no 'grove.' The grove is sacred to Athena and to Zeus, but not to Poseidon. The owl is sacred to Athena but not to Poseidon.
These Alfa's are made in the Maserati factory
in Bologna - just thought you'd like to know that
The 'Owl of the Bohemian Grove' therefore, is a gross anathema, or a kind of a paganistic blasphemy, if you will - an insult to the actual high gods. Common modern history says that it was at Bohemian Grove, that the plans and the decision to use the atomic bomb were made. And so, to wrap up here for this moment: the Islamic scholars talk about Gog and Magog - in their Arabic language Gug ya ma-Gug. Or, Orgyges; 'y' is our 'u' in English. Orgyges - king of Boiotia. 'Gug.' Or 'Gog' the primordial giant king. Find the king of the Bohemian Grove, and you will find the king, Gog.
Have you ever observed that there are these phases in the corporate business world, in which all of a sudden everyone you know turns into a depressive? It's a bit deceptive though, because there are certain kinds of business people who are not really happy unless they can tell you how they are able to 'see' all the problems, all the negatives, all the downside, and also then complain bitterly about 'how hard their life is.'
D.K. Ludwig -
billionaire builder of supertankers
There was this billionaire back in the Eighties that I recall - you'll remember him: D. K. Ludwig. He specialized in constantly looking dour and miserable and serious and as though carrying the world on his shoulders. On the surface, many of his ventures never were successful in terms of the original stated aims. A strange guy; if you or I had so many failures it would be a wonder we could afford a loaf of bread much less be billionaires. Still, it's what's below the surface with sorts of people, isn't it... I'm in enough trouble as it is so I should best shut up about Ludwig. But what about the people who genuinely feel some kind of corporate 'depressive' sense? I've noticed it would be impossible for them to open their minds to all the other possibilities that exist around them, and which would be positive, beneficial, and uplifting. From what I've seen of their behaviour, I think they have a hide-bound self-view that dictates very narrowly what kinds of things they must like or what they must aspire to have or to become.
Courvoisier - 'Toast of Paris' event/function/product launch
Of course they worry about insufficient cash, that's only natural. However one thing - it seems to me - they fail to notice, is how everything they think they want to spend the cash on comes out of what they think they already know about life, and there is never any provision made for things they do not know, or do not know of, yet. The world is full of as yet undiscovered treasures. And that is the secret of Aladdin's Cave.
