I Will Though...

Well now you see, here's the problem: earlier this week, Racing Victoria's Chief Steward, Terry Bailey - a nice young man who has aged visibly in recent years - was shot at, in his family home. Well, I suppose you could say his family was shot at, or his family home was shot into.

It is very unclear to me who might have done this regardless of rumour and innuendo concerning arguments with local identities.

Half Moon Street -
underhanded things went on there

Horse racing has never been free from incidents and criminality and even violence from time to time too, but that is what seems to attend anything where large amounts of money are involved. 

There is no way nowadays that the Australian racing industry can escape being part of the world racing scene. That is just a fact of modern life. 

But Australian horse racing is not quite the same as what goes on in England, in particular. I have said that before. There is a cynicism that I have observed in English horse racing in which the welfare of the animals is, to me, at least, superficial whenever it conflicts with a financial aim that someone has conceived.

Australian jockeys, when they 'pull' a horse - and they can and do, I'm not saying they don't ever - do not exhibit the kind of brutal viciousness that I have witnessed English jockeys exhibit. It's almost as if the English jockeys need to make it abundantly clear to whoever paid the money, that indeed they were 'doing the job' as it were, that they were paid to do.

The English racing industry is, I'm afraid, riddled with criminality that is virtually never apprehended by the authorities... why? Or why not? Well, it's positively condoned, as far as I'm concerned. Big money in Europe is a sneering, clever-dick, kind of underhanded and arrogant attitude thing. I don't like it. It doesn't impress me. 

And so for me, if you bring big European and Middle Eastern money into town here in Australia, for horse racing, you will bring with it, all the same things it entails 'over there.'

I have not seen, not for many a long year, a cleverer, more audacious and brash, as well as brutal exhibition of horse race fixing, than what I witnessed today in the Melbourne Cup of 2015. 

Remember this?

And I doubt whether the real story will ever come out. 

And all of the people involved were from overseas, and simply none of the Australian riders were involved and if you read some of the post race reports from the jockeys, there are questions that have to be asked - and probably won't ever be - about what those jockeys meant when they used phrases like: 'do I get a prize for staying on...'

Now that phrase can mean two things; it can mean being able to stay on during a bumping or rough incident in the race - or it can mean 'getting off a horse' that you were originally booked to ride but had to stand down for because a foreign jockey was meant to get on, and pull the horse up during the race. In other words, if you 'stayed on' you didn't pull your horse up and were honest, and deserved a prize. Trust me, jockeys are as good as the best barrister at diplomacy or legalistic double-speak. Oh they know what they meant all right. It has to do with a jockey who got off a horse so that another, foreign jockey could pilot it.

In these big money industries, people are often warned to shut their mouths. And these warnings can come from the authorities themselves sometimes by way of fines or suspensions or threats thereof.

Frankie Dettori was fined and suspended. But I didn't see him do anything. He is not the jockey I am thinking of who has questions to answer.

I am not in a position to know who is ultimately the villain here, but one question that I have is this - would Racing Victoria risk its own future with international visitors by laying down the law to them over what went on in today's Melbourne Cup? I doubt it.

She knows how to ride a two-mile race all right.
Here she is with the late Bart Cummings, greatest
ever Melbourne Cup trainer. She won on merit.
Nothing wrong with what she did. It was the other things
that went on in the race that are troubling.

As far as I'm concerned, questions remain over today's race, and I know that what I believe will never ever ever be discussed in the public and people have too many ways of covering it up after the event so to speak.

I have not bet on the Melbourne Cup in recent years because of various problematic factors that I believe have developed over this race during that time. And they're not going to change any time soon because Racing Victoria is convinced it needs to pamper the foreigners with all of their vast wealth and so on.

Big money can be very exciting, but it can often not be, um, wholesome of a thing.

Horse racing in Europe is not about always winning, as much as it is about breeding, and doing 'secret' and 'funny' deals with rich people 'in the know.' It's all planned a long time ahead. And I don't approve. They should keep their schemes away from public events.

I mean, why is winning important to people who are so wealthy, they have their own private race tracks, BETTER than anything anywhere in the world, and where they hold PRIVATE races, where there IS NO GAMBLING? It isn't - not the way you or I understand 'winning.'

There's a clue in this pic from the Bond movie
about crooked racing in Europe - but
probably only knowledgeable modern racing
people will get it 

That is to say, they aren't going to gamble with ME OR YOU, because we ain't rich enough. And they couldn't care less about the ordinary public when it comes to whatever scheme they are carrying out. I know I talk some cryptic mambo-jumbo a lot but how could you possibly not think that the Chief Race Course and Racing Steward being shot at during the week of the Melbourne Cup has literally no connection with or bearing on the outcome of that race? It's insane to think not. I am a long-term - a very long-term racing man. I've owned winning race horses. The only horses I've ever owned in fact were city winning horses - which tells you I know something about the game. I did not bet on this race although I had been given information which turned out to have been very accurate. And I saw something during the running of the race which I did not like. I told you about the cynicism of the foreign owners and trainers weeks before this race. 

What can I possibly say? The authorities will say nothing and they will pretend nothing happened and they will get away with it because the public only knows what they are told to 'know' by the general media. But it was absolutely pathetic and every horseman knows it.

Why these people do this kind of thing I really cannot fathom on an intellectual basis even though I get the point the rich and powerful people do whatever the hell they want any time they want. I get that. It's a pretty sad morality though. I don't care how much money they have or their fame; these are not not people I want to know. It's a shame they are treated as equals on Australian racetracks. But then, for how much longer?

The Pirates

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.

Shergar

Money And Egos

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. 

Max And Marcus Aurelius

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.

Arcane Versus Occult

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.