Our Private Club

Used to be, in the grand old days, that the gentleman's private club was never of specific interest to most women.

And that was because the food and the service within, you see, was not the kind favored by ladies at all, nor the service of the particularly genteel type - ex-Sar' Majors moving around the place giving orders to staff and inquiring as to the standard of the curry puffs or club sandwiches and ensuring that the beer was genuinely cold.

Club curry puffs

In the old day ladies tended to prefer champagne - which is generally not the beverage of choice for mornings unless one is in the enclosure at the races...

Yes, old club-men can manage the mornings with beer, and even breakfast in Asia and/or the Tropics generally does consist of something, ...and beer.

The real private club does mornings, and then moves on from there to the rest of the day, and on to the evenings, and the late nights.

When we take our decent newspapers in the morning - not that there are any anymore these days - we can absorb authentic statistics and balance our conclusions as a result: you know, read things such as the Stockholm Center's claim that there are 245 journalists currently being detained by the government of Turkey...

Or important historical facts, like the fact that the Danish brewer Carlsberg identified the first totally pure yeast for beer back in 1883 (Dr Emil Christian Hansen at the Carlsberg laboratories first isolated and identified the strand), which allowed for the modern industry to produce an assured quality of brewed beer because the brews were no long adulterated by substances that regularly spoiled the process - and that Carlsberg gave their pure yeast to the rest of the brewing industry and to the world freely because they believed in helping all brewers of beer and the world of beer drinking at large.

See...? That will give you a certain elevated sense of appreciation when you down that first beer of the day at your club.

King's College, London and Sandhurst...

King's College, London is, like Sandhurst Royal Military Academy, another one of these current-day UK institutions living off its past history, and building fairy-tales from the obscurity in modern times of the nuances that history often fails to disclose to other than those with a direct family background in the exact matters in question. 

Now I am related to the Bell's - one of whom was the sister of Virginia Woolf - Woolf being 'claimed' by King's College as an alumna.

No such thing! There were no women students or pupils at any of the London Universities, the only difference in the case of King's being that their senior masters did not have to be celibate, unlike those of Oxford and Cambridge, and consequently, the wives and mistresses of said senior lecturers and professors created this thing known as 'the ladies' department' which was far away from King's campus itself off Kensington Square and not in the Strand where King's is. These people are shameless and brazen liars who will blatantly lie to the modern-day ignorant public and aggrandize themselves in the most crude ways.

The last Wellesley but one - fine fellow, passed 2014
(also the Duke of Wellington, of course)

Secondly, King's was and still is a paranoid and strongly anti-Catholic institution whose authentic history includes a failed duel between the Duke of Wellington and the Earl of Winchelsea, the latter of which accused Wellington of enacting some kind of plot to re-establish, presumably, a Catholic to the Throne or at least somewhere close to.

Part of today's MI6 is run from out of King's College in the IVF Department grounds and offices. But probably more disturbingly, like Sandhurst, which runs from funding from wealthy and powerful Middle Eastern dictators, King's is the haven of one exiled Saudi surgeon, Saad al-Fagih, and the 'dissident' Saudi physicist Mohammad al-Massari.

And, he's not the Duke of Wellington

Now you have to understand something about so-called 'Saudi dissidents' - they are not really dissenting from the suppression of women, or the ability to rape women and get away with it, or the continuing of slavery and virtual slavery of lowly foreign 'service workers,' and the prospering of the Saudi 'elite' layer of 'society.' What they are dissenting from is the ruler-ship of the House of Saud, specifically.

Well look, I don't know whether this other 'dissident' Jimmy Khashoggi had fingers surgically amputated while still alive, or just his head cut off but still screaming while still alive, or maybe his arms and legs removed - hence 'dismembered' - whilst still alive, by a Saudi expert in anatomy... basically because the story has not been straight one single time since it was first advanced. However I do know that it used to be policy for the general professional media to announce before these kinds of lurid reports something along the lines of: 'we warn that the following material might be disturbing to some viewers,' and that for some reason I cannot say, no such warnings were made in any single version of this fairy-tale from the moment it began being propagated, till now.

And I also know that all of these very graphic stories - Saddam stealing humidicribs from little babies in hospital, 'Jihadi John' cutting off the heads of shackled men in orange jump suits, Syrian flyers being incinerated alive while held in a cage and video'd from many angles - all came from one single office somewhere, oh, perhaps not that far from Kensington Square, Londonistan, would you say... 

Now - so that the rest of you know the following is a coded statement for a friend in high office somewhere who travels on plane a lot - these words will seem obscure to most who read here:

the Oxford comma is something I personally regard as an affectation and one moreover, which frankly doesn't make audial sense when you read sentences in which these things occur. But for someone who is always interested in intelligent discussion and whom I know collects a lot of peripheral ideas for some theoretical future use - sometimes, what the Oxford fellow means, is that there is something left unsaid from the litany of 'ands' and -, which one would be best advised to factor in as being there although unsaid, and unseen, and hidden in the shadows...  
    

Khashoggi Story Is Complete BS

'Evidence-free media narratives..."

This is what we've been getting from virtually THE WHOLE ENTIRE BLEEDING LOT OF THEM.

...Plane falls out of sky, however there is no plane.

...Russia kills people with Novichok, a WMD that could kill a whole city block in the amounts claimed to have been used in Salisbury - however there are no bodies... And you can forget the miscellaneous old lady who died weeks later elsewhere. 

...'Journalist' murdered in Embassy - however there is no journalist.

Any pattern there?

Nevertheless, sharper than tacks, we have an IMMEDIATE geopolitical position pumped out across the board of all of the whole panoply of the media everywhere - meaning, even whatever is left of the non-biased, objective media, has been totally sucked into the black-hole of disinformation.

The Saudis, expressly Crown Prince Salman himself (who happens to be close to the Trump Family) ordered the obvious murder of Jamal Khashoggi himself, and we must all pull out from any co-operation with him and with Saudi Arabia; he is not acceptable as the leader of Saudi Arabia, especially since he is a serial rapist who was at the party thirty-whatever years ago, with Brett Kavanaugh and he was absolutely blind drunk because Professor-Doctor-Lawyer-Accountant-Brain Surgeon and Astronaut 'Chrissy' Blasey Ford-Prefect says so and she must be believed!!

Zero, absolutely zero facts whatsoever.

Erdogan, who jailed thousands of people even vaguely suspected of being potentially opposed to his dictatorship (he is a dictator categorically ever since he combined the roles of chief elected minister and head of state of Turkey) produced one external video camera clip and allegations about recordings of a brutal murder carried out by Saudi operatives inside their own Saudi Embassy. Bad bad Saudis.

Meanwhile, the facts we do have are these: John Brennan lost his security clearance and so did Hillary Clinton and then suddenly lo and behold, Jamal Khashoggi is either dead or missing, or missing and dead.

If you refer back to my article here of the 18th of April 2018 concerning the history of the Saudi Secret Intelligence operation under the old Saudi regime, pre-Salman, you will see that it prominently noted what Adnan Khashoggi's role was with the Petrodollar elites. Jamal was the cousin of the late Adnan and from all of the published views of Jamal Khashoggi, he (Jamal) was a chief strategist for the modern-day Muslim Brotherhood. He's no journalist! He got given a whole entire newspaper to own and run in Saudi Arabia by the old Saudi Foreign Minister. Other than that he has no track record nor any qualifications as a 'journalist!'

Yet even so, does that mean the Saudis killed him in their own Embassy after having lured him there, and then - as Erdogan's mouthpieces have it - dismembered his body after torturing him first...?

If this is true in any measure whatsoever, and Erdogan wanted to press some leverage over the Saudis and gain favor with the Trump Administration, he would have immediately invited a specialist team of forensics experts from the FBI.

It did not happen. By which I mean the media's speculation that Khashoggi was lured into and then murdered by Saudis in the Saudi Embassy is based on a fiction.

The World's Richest Horse Race

The media is guilty of this nonsense of trying to qualify the statement like this: the world's richest horse race on turf.

Turf racing is horse racing, all the other things are rink-dink fake pretend horse races where the track-owners either are too cheap to spend the money to look after a proper turf circuit, or else the environment 'on course' is so artificial due to the local climate, that growing proper grass for racing on is impossible. To say nothing of the 'help' to soft-conditioned super wealthy people's toy race horses that float and bounce on rubberized surfaces... 

Redzel

The Everest held in Sydney, Australia, is the world richest horse race.

Redzel - whom we have spoken about here before, won it again, for the second year in a row.

And the trainer, Peter Snowden - one of the best trainers in the world today - was totally overcome during the interview immediately after the race. This was a 13 million dollar race and he's won it twice in successive years. He talked about god in the interview... And there were tears threatening to pour down his face.

LOL

Peter Snowden was completely overcome at one point

As someone with a past in the world of professional gambling, I should point out that professional gambling is not about trying to win any particular single race, or attempting to put all your stock into 'the next race' - but rather, to organize your stake and calculate ways of profiting over several races on average and achieving the best odds (prices) not just any odds on what you think is most likely to win. 

At the same time I have a genuine appreciation of what it takes to be an owner, or trainer, or dedicated follower of horses, and these sorts of highest level events are a source of admiration for me of the unique traits of race horses, and of the love and the dedication of owners and trainers. I find I generally cannot bet on these events. Some people assume that for trainers and owners it's just about the money - it's not about the money. What horse racing can teach you, if you are observant, is a certain baroque depth about life that almost nothing else can teach you consistently - maybe opera, some classical music, some old school heavy rock music, also can (teach)...

This weekend we saw some authentic star race horses. And for some reason the last seven or eight years have produced some of the best horses all in the same general era, that I have ever seen over fifty years.

Today, in terms of prospectives, rather than seasoned older horses who have very restricted opportunities, we also saw the second best horse in the world, in my view - second only to the great mare Winx. And that horse is 'The Autumn Sun.'

When you invest in something, 'gamble' on something, the correct way to 'strategize' about what you are doing is to find the spot where the best outcome is joy, the worst outcome is joy, and the optimum outcome is joy - and if any of them are hitting up against fear, you're doing it wrong.

The Autumn Sun

The Mohallil Everest Horse Race

Coming up on the 13th of October is The Everest horse race at Randwick Race Track in Sydney - which will be the richest horse race on turf in the world, offering 13 million dollars to the to be shared between the winners and place-getters - and to so some extent all the 12 starters wherever they come because the basis of the race itself is quite unusual:

People, wealthy, in fact very wealthy, people, invest in a 'slot' (one of twelve such slots), and then having secured their slot, they 'invite' a horse they think can win into taking up the slot and racing for the actual 13 million dollars in prize-money. At the moment, the going rate for buying a slot is $600,000. The slot-owners negotiate with the owners and trainers of their invited horse (or horses) for the percentage split-up of the eventual prize-money.

13 million dollars The Everest horse race, diamond-encrusted trophy
This is real horse racing!

As far as I can read it, this would all be in compliance with the concept of 'Sadaqa' racing in Islam, with the transacting over the prize-money and starting slots known as 'mohallil' business.

This is all of some interest to me because I am currently working on an aspect of this with some 'rich kids of Dubai...!'

Anyway, The Everest horse race is a fantastic idea and this year - as in the small number of previous years in which it was run - the twelve 'slotted horses' are extraordinary animals. The race is a sprint race over 1200 meters and it is without question the most interesting serious racing horse race in the world for professionals in horse racing and wagering - or, to put it in the appropriate form for this Muslims around the place, 'transacting over the starting place and the prize-money.'

Given the nature of the process of 'inviting' horses to a starting slot, I would presume that either part of, of an additional sum would most certainly be given to the owners and trainers just for plain accepting the slot.

For me this is going to be a sensational, truly exciting event - something I really enjoy at this rather late stage in my horse racing 'career.' Smaller contests generally cannot get me to stake meaningful sums any more, and most of the well-known traditional 'big' races for me at least, are 'spun' as entertainment by Turf Clubs and are no long true contests of horse, rider, and trainer and owner. This thing - The Everest - is.

They can whinge all they like about the people in Sydney Horse Racing using the Sydney Opera House as a gambling advertising billboard! Too bad.