Why Mueller's Material Omissions Are Significant

Basically, we are at a point where there are some things that no sensible, rational person, without a 'get-out' plan literally made by the head of a seriously powerful network, would say publicly.

And this is still, despite the extensive 'shadow-blocking' that has been going on this month, a public place; this blogspot is open to the public. And that means miscreants definitely can get to here and absorb stuff.

Nonetheless though, we will put out a few things in our own inimitable reckless way...

Joseph Mifsud is a formally-paid officer of the UK Secret Intelligence Services. But more than that, under the 'Five Eyes Co-operative Agreement,' he is a registered listed operative of the US Intelligence panoply.

Mifsud approached George Papadopoulos claiming to have thousands of intercepted Hillary Clinton emails that were extremely damaging.

At roughly the same time, a 'Henry Greenberg' approached Michael Caputo claiming to have 'damaging information about Hillary Clinton' (that he wanted $2 million for).

Some other 'Russian' businessman at the same time approached Roger Stone with more or less exactly the same offer. LOL

Robert Mueller made several very considerable material omissions in his report, one of them specifically being, that 'Henry Greenberg' was an FBI paid informant for 17 years.

Not just any old weapon... This is a 'message weapon,'
same as this was a 'message pic.' LOL This is hurting me.

In Australia, Pablo Miller, the handler of Sergei Skripal, was working inside the James Packer organisation to develop a very close line of access to the top tiers of Australian politics. 'Miller' is, I believe, currently residing in New Zealand along with Joseph Mifsud in a highly secured 'upscale' private farmlet property. They thought they were going to develop first grade access to the new Cuba, and have found likely to their extreme chagrin, that the Trump Administration has decided the WHACK HUGE sanctions on ANY EUROPEANS TRYING TO DO BUSINESS IN CUBA.

Miller is an absolutely deadly guy, with access to hugely toxic and internationally outlawed chemicals.

He is also an officer of the new Computing Center set up by UK spy chief Sir Alex Alan; he has extensive knowledge of gun-mounted wi-fi video camera equipment and real-time streaming.

Sure you got the same person, guys...
Believe me, this is all starting to be so funny it is literally hurting me.

Earlier this last week, the Trump Administration complimented General Haftar in Libya, on his rocking military campaign against Macron's er, oh sorry, against 'terrorists' operating in Libya.

You know if I said such a thing as a certain person is 'lucky to be alive' in context of this column, it might be viewed as a threat. So I will refrain from saying such things!

Yet you can see that a certain desperation is starting to creep into the dark minds of the insane people who tried this stunt about 'Russia something or other.' I mean, just look against what such schemes were averted: today you can see a huge expensive 'protest' is being stage-managed by the entire London Metropolitan Police and a thousand University students and PhD writers. Millions of pounds of government money is being spent in what is essentially, blatant in-your-face and rude propaganda - the work of charlatans.

Way, way over the top of your heads, guys.

Given that they are so powerful, you can imagine the irritation over how on Earth it was ever possible for Donald Trump to have been voted in... And how on Earth all their plans and schemes are being overturned, one by one.

Were, so powerful. But, as you know, when rats are cornered you get to really see the nastiness, of rats.

It's probably the time to do a 'reveal' - there are Russians, there certainly were Russians, doing things, as well as Americans working hand-in-hand with Russians... Robert De Niro, you might even like to hear this.

There were Russians. Though not the Russians you all went after.

You can't understand the game, Robert. And the rest of you on the wrong side here.

 

Sniper rifle with live wi-fi upstreaming video capability,
and a whole range of other electronics.

  

First, Clear Water...

'Oshibori' is the name given by the Japanese to the art and culture of hot towels and hot towel massage.

The practice is certainly known in other cultures too, of course.

All your senses, while put into a kind of temporary relaxed state, should still be working and available at a subtle level...

Six Stone Jars

I read earlier this week, someone's response to the Paris Cathedral fire, that 'Catholicism was an abomination to god...' And that was on the basis, the gentleman said, of around half a dozen points, one of which I clearly recall that he said: 'Catholics pray to Mary, who is dead and the bible says one must not pray to the dead.'

Personally I find these kinds of very widespread arguments quite funny from a distance, but then again quite boring if you have to get too closely involved in any such discussion.

I can think of two issues with making the sort of pronouncement that was made regarding the bible - one is that virtually no one these days has read the bible in the languages it was originally written in, almost no one at all has a Universally-accepted framework of translation (actual word meanings, phraseology, grammar what of it existed at the time...), and two, even if people have read the bible these days they seem not to possess any kind of memory that serves them accurately.

I don't know anywhere in the bible where it says that Mary the mother of Jesus Christ is dead...

Why didn't Macron burn down a great restaurant?

Not only that, as for consulting the dead, the Witch of Endor is only famous on account of accurately making predictions (in the bible) for King Saul after having summoned and speaking with the spirit of the dead prophet Samuel, admittedly though Jesus is meant to have said neither were any of the prophets 'dead' either but living somewhere not on the Earth.

Sometimes in all of the diatribe and gibberish that gets uttered regarding the bible (well, or just about any religious text at all, really; it's not restricted to the bible) rather pointed ideas go missing in the egocentricity of people's fired-up self-importance over their 'pronouncements.'

I often taunt certain people about the water-into-wine story - not just Christian religious people, but wine aficionados too: firstly what actual wine was made, and secondly, does anyone know how much was made in the incident...?

The story is that it was 'the best wine' and that there were six stone jars able to carry between twenty and thirty gallons of water.

...And so we are talking about more or less a 1,000 bottles of wine here.

That's no small 'miracle.'

Right now just for a while I'm staying away from talking about Pablo Miller (real name Tony D'Dalgo), or 'Darktrace' and why the cross-flow of ex-NSA employees with UK internet security companies is deadly dangerous.

LOL

Or that Macron is not just a drug addict, but that the French Secret Service is having some difficulty keeping him 'together' for the cameras. Most European politicians in cabinet roles - and that includes a lot of UK politicians, are using standard 'Beta Blockers' to mediate their body language over-activity (so do numerous film actors and actresses on account of the fact that the film camera amplifies the slightest movements), but some go over the top and try and express 'empathy' with people by using specialist drugs when they are in fact lying; the secondary problem being that such chemicals are highly addictive and some have adverse physiological and neurological side-effects.

The question for you is, is money more like water, than it is like wine? You know, flowing cheaply and plentiful - or like a marketing scam at $30,000 a small bottle of... That's the important question. Not whether or not politicians are crooks. We know that answer already. There's no surprising miracle entailed down that path. 

Speaking Of Old Things...

Off the top of my head (an unfortunate metaphor, perhaps, in context of anything even vaguely connected to Paris...) the world's most expensive wine is the Royal Tokaji 2008 vintage. At $40,000 a 1.5 liter bottle.

Once again we have Louis XIV 'the Sun King' implicated in another wine legend, since he did in fact call the Hungarian Tokaji 'the wine of kings and the king of wines.'

I have had different editions of Royal Tokaji, not the new highest-priced one, and the brand and name never went for such elevated prices (at least not in relatively recent times) prior to a decided effort by the winemakers to deliberately re-establish the wine at the very top of the world's clearly and widely esteemed styles and names.

I mean they are entitled to position the wine there - it is certainly good enough.

But there are a number of 'oldest, best-est,' and 'most expensive-est' wines, especially when it comes to the matter of Napoleon cognac.

We have spoken of the Remy Martin Louis XIII not long ago, and this contains an amount of 100-year old authentic Napoleon liquors in the total blend. We are talking $35,000 a bottle there. And there are those auction house show-stoppers that claim the Guinness Record now and then for 'the most expensive' or 'the oldest' bottle ever, or ever found...

You have to be careful though and not equate apples with oranges because sometimes the old bottles are close to a gallon in size/quantity of liquor!! When cut back to the same volumes, per volume, it is the Royal Tokaji that is the most expensive.

Cuvee Leonie Cognac - oldest, most expensive individual bottles...

I can tell you about another brand of though - Seppeltsfield in Australia. This is consistently rated 100/100 by a large number of world-famous wine experts.

You can easily buy a Seppeltsfield 100-year old Para Port wine any day, for about $150 for around 700 ml., and around $35 for a 'Grand Tawny' Seppeltsfield and maybe $500 for the

major 'Vintage Tawny.'

Now, it's worth remembering that these Port wines - virtually all Port wines as far as I know - contain brandy or cognac in them that stops the continuing fermentation of the grape juice, thereby preserving the freshness and some of the acidity.

So... ...if you buy a Seppeltsfield 100-year old Port, it will contain 100-year old brandy or cognac in it.

What's the difference in taste and taste experience? The Seppeltfield Tawny is much more tart than you would suppose, given it is a Port wine - which is meant to be very sweet. It is of course, sweet but it is also complex with all kinds of other flavors that come through.

The 100-year old Vintage is even more complex with slightly less of a tart profile. 

With either of them, you get a real sense of antiquity and yet also esoteric and complex beauty. They are highly pleasurable experiences, either wine.

And I am sure so is the Royal Tokaji. I wouldn't turn one away from the door.

LOL ...Not saying anything!

Chef, We Burnt The Steak

Was posted on Sunday, 17 March:


Actually I hesitated to even approach what I need to talk about, because it was with a heavy heart and much misgiving that I was about to talk about certain things claimed to be 'in short supply' but which really are not. You see, if I talk about them, there is a chance that picture will change about their pricing and so on, and I'll readily admit I have an interest in exploiting lies people tell, if I happen to know they are lies.

Chef - we burnt the steak!

I don't really go around with this sense of moral duty to 'loudly proclaim the truth in the market square...' LOL

Now d'you see what I mean? I don't wish to save the people from anything. Not all of them, anyway. But I do wish to preserve the great ideas and technologies and texts and things like that, in case of flood. Although they do say 'the fire next time.'

Are we here yet?

We're here.

Sunday, 17 March 2019

Keep The Stack Of Books Tight Under Your Arm

The highest point of humanity, the peak chapter of the cycles of the human race, is this precise moment, when some person, young or old, man or woman, runs across a town square (such as it may be, for instance, in ancient Tyre or Sidon, or Alexandria when it was burning to the ground - which happened several times of course) with a small pile of books or texts under their arm, their cloak flailing in the breeze and tumult swirling around them.

If it were not for some of these incidents, I assure you we would not know Euclid as we do today, nor Al Kindi, nor several other incalculably valuable masters, that is to say, their written works.

Macron told journalists that he would govern like the Roman god Jupiter, and then he told the same journalists that they would not have the intellect to understand the complexity of what he was saying. Macron is of course Nero, and not Jupiter - the Roman poet Titus Calpurnius Siculus having likened Nero to Jupiter... Nero, as you know from the folklore (because nowadays the history books try to deny it as having been a fact in the first place) being the criminal dictator who burned down buildings when the owners resisted paying him protection money, and then claiming the glory of 'saving' the buildings from the worst of the fire when he 'sent' brigades to put out the fires (that he himself lit or caused to be lit).