The pre-release marketing right throughout the whole of mainstream media said 'will break $300 million on the opening weekend.'
The current official figure is around $56 million in the United States on the opening weekend.
Most sources are saying the final budget was almost $900 million in the end so Barbara took a bath on this one.
There's not a lot in that pic. You don't need a lot to make a statement. There's a lot in the latest Bond film. And it all amounts to nothing.
Meanwhile she is on a few of the access media sites in very self-involved interviews in which she seems to have no clue at all that she was the custodian of the greatest movie franchise ever - and sunk it.
But they will continue on as though nothing ever happened. Hey, who cares about money, right?
Nobody ever needs to make a profit. Banks don't. And sooner or later now Hollywood will be forcing Congress to bail them out too - which it will, because, after all, without Hollywood, how will politicians be able to get away with the massive incredible lies they tell?
Anyway who needs to stay 'in the black...'
I mean no wonder they can't write villains these days - yes, they are the villains themselves but...
...they have no actual 'evil weapons' other than their own stupidity and being able to bore themselves as well as everyone else to death with their long-winded slo-mo wrecks of crazed stubbornness and mindlessness.
So even if they wrote themselves into the script it wouldn't work.
Slow-cooked beef broth and thyme and caramelized onion. And sherry. Lots of sherry.
Michael G. Wilson is the screenwriter. And he is Barbara (Broccoli)'s half-brother.
So that means he has talent, right. He got there through talent, right.
LOL
The official release credits Neal Purvis with the screeplay but it is clear the 79-year old Wilson was really the person responsible. For one thing, he has been the one engaging all the lunatic comedy writers like Phoebe Waller-Bridge.
In fact, Purvis' actual screenwriting background is in comedy and worse still 'parody.' He wrote 'Johnny English.' Which means, again, that he didn't write it because Rowan Atkinson wrote it, but Purvis went to a school somewhere where they 'teach' people to fill in the pages like a template for the actors to extract their lines off of, and the camera people to compose the shots from the simple-line instructions (aka 'screenplay').
Here's the real source of the problem though:
If you take one look at someone like Michael G. Wilson, leaving aside his age and that he is going to be totally out of touch with modern wider society (having in the first place grown up as a privileged rich lout since his parents were stupendously over-fed and watered...), you immediately realize that he has nothing inside himself.
He is just plain not an interesting person, and with no hope of perceiving how to find the 'edges' to take the public, the audience, out close to in order to give them the thrills they are seeking and for which they are willing to pay cinema ticket prices. But they'll stop doing that pretty quickly if you are not able to deliver. And he is not.
Computer game stuff. Not even Hollywood - Canadian!
There's too much competition as well, now, from immersive computer games for one thing, and on-line movies from a vast range of independent sources not restricted by the so-called 'Hollywood elites' backing them and giving them stupid instructions.
I think all of this nonsense about 'One World Order'/Globalism/Global Elite' has come to an end! What we are having to live through though is the 'crash and burn' phase now.
When it first came out, the Bond material was extremely edgy. And that's because the people behind it were very edgy people.
There's no one edgy in that production house now. They are empty tin cans. And they're old in every sense. And they will rust through. And then all the petrol or kerosene will spill out and catch fire and burn up - including burn up everything around it.
Now you have to pay very close attention to this and pick out some key elements and just shove them to the back of your mind.
Maybe there are some of you who will be in a good deal of doubt about what has been going through these pages for a while now.
Your life is a Le Mans race. Not everyone finishes, plenty of people have more funding and better cars. And, they ban the 'grid girls' and wreck the whole event too, with globalist politicking. That's when the real winning mindsets emerge. Out of the darkness, into the morning light.
Nevertheless - and I could get into a lot of trouble over this - I am going to give you a lead on a couple of things now.
And some of those matters will just disappear from here within days.
...I am going to cover the subject by casually sticking it inside of another, and pretty interesting too, other subject.
I guess I have mentioned here before that for a while I knew a lighting and equipment man and 'shot-puller' for the famous, or infamous, Helmut Newton. This other gentleman was a high-paid film negative developer and architectural photographer in his own right.
What not many people know though, is that the brand 'Helmut' Newton was really two people - two creative minds: Helmut himself, and the other being his Australian wife June Browne (or Brunell, or 'Alice Springs').
Now I don't need to go into the 'gory' details but June was much more of a private person than her husband Helmut - and the very last time I personally saw her was at that 'private party' I mentioned here before, the one with a major celebrity red-headed actress and Dame Daphne (could have been her twin sister, except a foot and a half shorter!).
June Browne-Newton passed away earlier this year at 97 in Monaco. She lived next door to another expatriate Australian, Ric Stowe, who happens to be a relative of an in-law of mine but with whom I have lost touch these days. Ric Stowe is incredibly wealthy, having done some 'interesting' deals back in the Eighties and survived to tell absolutely no one the actual inside tales.
Anyway I tell you all that to tell you this...
It's quite easy for bisexuals like June to photograph the intrinsic individually attractive 'soul' of women. And it's easy enough (although, not in terms of the quality of the 'craft' of it), for women themselves to depict themselves or present those most quickly 'attractive' aspects of themselves - to strangers.
It is not anywhere near as easy for a photographer - even the best of them - to depict the 'heart of the intellect,' the core essence of a man's intellect; or even that a certain man actually has it.
And so it is never that easy to 'see' a truly extravagantly brilliant mind just from the external parts of anyone, men particularly.
What you are looking at, almost universally, when you look at an image - a photograph or even cinematic movie scenes - of a man, is pure ego. And nothing more.
There are many beautiful women on the planet -, there are almost no truly great, wise or superbly intellectual men who are at all balanced. And that is despite that the common person will howl 'but what about Einstein?'
Young smart alec (on left), seasoned true intellect (in the middle), and 'someone...' lol Pay attention now.
What about Einstein? He stole everything he laid claim to as his own personal private brand of 'intellectual property' from Olinto De Pretto and Max Planck, and he ended up killing half a million innocent civilians as well at least.
So but can you tell, just from external 'looks,' what authentic and deep intellect 'looks like?' When you see it, are you able to consciously notice it?
I walked past a huge tall building for forty years and never noticed something pretty prominent sticking out from its side!
When women walk down a public street, they are dressing for themselves, and for an imaginary picture of a powerful successful man who will be able to notice them - and sometimes they dress 'for other women,' in the sense of to placate them, or to annoy them, or simply to make some faked competition towards them for sport.
They have literally no clue, no clue at all, as to what a really authentically powerful and genuinely life-balanced successful man is or should look like. For one thing their fathers were not that man. Mostly not. And yes, you might be the lucky woman whose father was that man. But let's face facts here, most women idolize their fathers, and probably men idolize their mothers. And it's unrealistic stuff to some extent, and so it is not very practical for understanding real life and other human beings.
If I had to say who I thought was the number one guy in strategic planning today, I'd say it was this guy. Bring out your Loubis, girls. If you recognize the signs, you can disport with the high heels and get to play in the big league.
...I think I idealize both of my parents and all of my uncles and aunts!
There's fake you know, and there's real too... If my ET Alien 'friends' take you up into the spacecraft that are around the place not too far away from here, take my suggestion and just agree to go along with sitting in on every single lecture about 'how to understand yourself and other people.' Do it with the view of being able to manipulate people - that is, other human beings; you'll never be able to manipulate those who are far too far in advance of all of our games.
Don't worry about 'getting agency' and especially not: 'agency over some of their gee-wizz technology.' That stuff is a waste of time.
Because if you 'just' mind-control some hot dame, it's rape.
And you don't want Wokey-Woke Cary Fukunaga to call you a rapist now, do you?
This is notwithstanding that apparently, the Queen has some underground (secret; used to be secret) passageway from her sitting room to the Dukes Bar in Kensington. The one that does Ian Fleming martinis.
No no no no no... What you want is to be able to engage equitably.
Are there exceptionally and authentically and deeply intellectual women out there who are also extraordinarily good-looking and practiced and skilled at 'putting on the glamour' as well (as being naturally physically 'gifted' across a range of meanings)?
I don't know. I don't even know enough about what I see on a daily basis to convince myself that I could notice something as big as the side of a whole darn tall building!
So in the pop 'access media' versions - in all of the big publications - the thing is characterized as 'laser technology.' It's been around in the public media for a few years now.
In fact it is actually computerized analyzing technology and some very good quality optical equipment to go with that.
Wow. So amazing. 'Jetson' lasers. That is literally what they are actually called.
What the Pentagon intends to do with system is for it to be able to detect and identify specific people from their 'heart signatures.'
Oh yes, everyone has an exact specific and individual 'heart signature' that is able to identify them and distinguish them from other people.
This is all just one part of the vast array of biometrics that is now available to governments to do, well, god-only-knows what with.
In fact though, laser vibrometrics (which is functionally how the thing actually works) has been around for forty years at least.
It was really the main way people were able to 'listen in' to conversations inside of rooms that had been totally swept for electronic listening devices and for a while at least, some governments were at a loss to understand how they were being listened to, during those occasions when they though they were having 'fully secure, top secret private internal conversations.'
...They'd stick an inconspicuous tiny laser dot onto some surface which vibrated microscopically each time there was any kind of voice speaking. In fact it actually got even more clever than that and human vision was not able to pick up the dot that was there because it came on and off faster than 12 times a second. And then the signal would require a little bit of 'gap processing' but it completely worked.
This woman, had nowhere to go, so she dressed up, with some degree of novelty, and then there were people who wanted to take her here and there. Men cannot do this kind of thing.
The trouble though, with human beings, is that they are mostly all children. In their minds, intellectually they are completely naive and immature.
Naive, as one of us here recently reminded himself, after a too rapid go at some aged Scotch, means when you play with fire.
That's right, isn't it Smithy?
...I know what you want though.
You want 'something for adults...'
I mean it really is time for you to be treated like an adult now.
There's been a lot of water under the bridge.
Poor Moses. There he was, traipsing around the desert for forty years. Never even got to 'the Promise Land' himself.
Why is his 'God' so callous though? So callous to poor old Moses and his people. 'Because He knew the thoughts of men's hearts.'
Yeah. So what, Pentagon can too now.
Xi Jinping can too as well.
And they're all of them looking for some more 'land.' In their minds it is certainly 'Promised' land too... 'I want I want I want I want.'
Sounds like the wives and girlfriends of some people I know.
Women mostly grow to be worse children than when they were children, unfortunately, because neither their fathers nor their mothers know anything about mature life themselves and convey nothing to their daughters, and in any event it seems the parents appear to be - what? I dunno, are the parents jealous, d'you think, of youth? Because they certainly fail to hand on anything much in that regard to the daughters especially.
Harry Caul is a bit paranoid, because he thinks women don't like him.
And to the sons even less generally, other than some particularly 'blind-alleyway' advice about nonsensical materialistic 'realism:' work hard, and you will be well-off...
None of them (I mean governments) ever asks - 'How do you feel?' And none of them says - 'Can I give you something that will make you genuinely feel a lot better?'
And that is, my friend - both the boys and girls out there who rather foolishly stop by here occasionally - because they do not actually have 'it' to give. That is, they cannot give you what will make you feel better, because they do not have such a thing.
They have plenty of things that will cheat your feelings and make it seem like it was better for a little while, and then, soon enough, you wake up one day and go: 'Hey, they cheated me. Again!'
There is a source though, of this rare and elusive thing.
We get really good milk around here, I must admit. 'Hey lady, I've got some really good milk at my place; if you shake it not stir it it gets all frothy with the cream and everything.' Pause. 'By the way, I like your stockings.'
You have it.
But you cannot use it for yourself. You can only use it for other people.
; )
Mind you, better you quickly implement that as an 'action plan' - a thing to do on your really important 'to do' list.
Because those 'people' who can walk through walls (Pentagon can't do this yet), are not going to 'take anyone out' for you just as an earnesty (didn't know there was such a word, did you, Microsoft; well there is - it means a small payment up front to a good student just starting out on a long journey to amass a ton of powerful knowledge).
...But they are going to take some people out, and pretty brutally too.
Actually I know it's not so easy to just say to someone, anyone, some composition of words that really all add up to your surreptitiously plumbing them about how they feel, what they really feel about things, any things, everything.
Because of course people lie, anyway. I know that.
And you know that.
The human race has barely just woken up yet, much less grown up.
It has not yet realized the power of its mind. People generally speaking are not really in touch with the intrinsic systems that are in there.
Sure you have all of the typical commercial ventures and heavily marketed people like Tony Robbins and all of these 'financial gurus' and so on.
For Mr Bond James Bond. LOL No reason why not Harry Caul either.
I mean, if you've been paying attention here for the last few weeks and months, you 'might,' just might, be seeing right now, this very instant, a thin glimmer of light.
How many opportunities did you miss in your life till now because it seemed as if you were not given enough information before you started, the opportunity was so slim and it came and went in a split second, and there did not seem to be anything to throw your rope onto to get a 'hold' of the situation. It was there and then it was gone.
So suddenly.
Every man in the field though is trained to already know this: ...And you told me this yourself Smithy, isn't that right - 'not enough information to begin with, not enough support, information you had turns out to be bad information anyway, and the back-up never came on time or never even arrived at all!'
So this 'former CIA official' was in the media just a minute ago, saying that the idea of a China Study Center will foster 'group think.'
Yeah? Well, what's wrong with group think? As long it is not group sick think.
The announcement of an actual 'China Study Center' is a statement that the US government will now have an open public access-media(!) focal-point from which it will launch deliberate counter-propaganda, against the prevailing, and fairly long-term China propaganda kinetics.
'Elijah, what are you doing here?' 'Never mind what I'm doing here - who TH are you and what are you doing here?!'
It is not as if 'suddenly,' they came up with the idea of a 'China Study' group.
The sure signs of an approaching war are organised systematic national propaganda efforts, and governments messing around with maps - I'm not saying that was what the US sub ran into, some 'unmapped' oil rig, because I do think it was fired upon with an unarmed torpedo.
When it comes to modern ideas about how people think at all, and how they have 'opinions' (because of course, as you know, only sci-entists, and global man-made climate change experts know Truth, and possess 'real' facts...) - the internal machinery of all of these government-sponsored propaganda groups is interesting to me.
The 'theory of mind' itself is pretty interesting and entertaining.
Now it wouldn't matter, shouldn't even matter, to most of you whether what I'm about to say next is true or not true...
...but I am not in that group of souls who looks up at the night skies, plays LED (or gosh, even actual expensive real laser beams) lights up into there, holds hands with other people, 'thinks' about how peaceful our intentions are, and then has imaginary encounters with invisible 'beings' or 'presences.'
Louis Vuitton. LOL. Imagine wearing a stoopid thing like that in the city streets! Not. Never would happen - not unless you're very brave.
I actually get a little note on my desk, which is an invitation almost always, to a brand-name fashion show or something very similar, and then I turn up to it at the correct designated time and place, and there will always be someone to meet with me.
There's no point sending such notes to labs to find out how they were made or where they really came from - because they are all actual 'invitations' from large-scale commercial businesses. It's just that I'm not formally on anyone's 'special invite guest list!'
The funniest thing was this one time, in a fairly large semi-government organisation, a middle-rank manager 'left' after having been there a few months (after the job was done) - and then no one could find the employment records and they couldn't even find if such a person really existed, for real. They all knew the person - had been working with them for months.
Anyway, anyway. It is important at this stage for us, sorry me, me - to drop off as many people from reading here as are going to say, 'aaargh this guy is just crazy, let's all go home.'
As for the rest of you mutually-crazy people, I do not 'see' ET Alien 'ghosts.' I do not have 'visions' about them or about anything else (I do have nightmares about that other 'crazy' - Uncle Xi).
For, in fact, no no - we get to have actual 'meet ups' in person.
And I have a ton of questions, but I keep them all in the back of my head nowadays.
They clam up all of a sudden if you ask something they don't want to tell you about.
For example, just yesterday, I was at a Louis Vuitton thing in the local city here. And I was walking outside of the place I was supposed to be going into. And there was 'so-and-so' right out the front there, waiting. Six foot tall at least. So taller, you see, if they are wearing designer high heels.
I never noticed the side of this building before...
Ordinary dark blue jeans, decent expensive office-workers day blouse. Ah, but you know, it will not take you long to realize and recognize -, this ain't no 'human human kind of being.' Looks human - except not if you actually look hard.
But people don't look.
Me neither.
So she says hardly anything and nods upwards and looks at the side of this building, see.
Now I have worked in this street - Mill Street, Perth, Western Australia. I almost leased an office in one of the really good new buildings there one time. I definitely answered to people literally exactly across both roads (it's a corner building, the one I'm looking up at the side wall of, now...) in big-time government offices there.
For all of the decades I have lived off and on in this city, I never not one single time consciously registered that the side wall of this building I am looking at now - was not flat.
Well but I have to admit these people really are very good-looking and it's quite fascinating to just stare at them - unless that means they are going steal the food off your plate at the Belgian Beer place; that's not so great. Especially if it happened to be really good food, which it mostly always is there; really good.
Anyway I was about to just stare while asking 'yeah okay I never saw that before, that's amazing that I never noticed that - what about it, though?'
And they just nod and say nothing and head off into the 'show' and I go there too, and there is an actual small queue at the entrance to check your invitation and they get to walk around the queue, right through and then... ...gone.
Was a good show, too.
Empty Paris streets, after the rain.
You can be as smart as all get out. But it's many many times all about the assigning of importance and value to particular things - that allows your brain to notice, to genuinely observe everything that is staring back at you, there on the page, 'in the picture' as it were.
I realized from a very early age, literally as a child growing up in a tropical rain-forest jungle, that at night, in the dark there were countless eyes on you: beetles, other insects, geckos, owls, lots of night things. And in the day, if you were walking inside the jungle itself, there were hidden eyes in the growth, in the vegetation, up in the trees and between the vines, on the vines, too.
Some of those 'eyes' were your friends, and some were potentially not your friends.
In much of the modern literature they always say 'and such people ascribe to various coincident and not connected things, causal meaning to certain particular events or effects.'
And that may be true, too.
There is a kind of an 'architectural affectation' on the side wall of that building that I only just yesterday noticed. All the way down from the top right to the bottom - a large inward scooped panel section.
I have absolutely no idea what 'special meaning' there is at all, either to it itself, or to my having only just then noticed it after having walked past it for decades.
...All the people are walking around in the city streets.
Some of them may have noticed and been completely aware of that architectural affectation on the side of that building. I certainly was not. And I'm a very observant individual.
But for me now, it gets to a point where I admit, we are blind as bats. We are walking around seeing absolutely nothing. Because what we 'see' is centered around what we pretend is important.
Because we carry in our heads, points of attention; things that require our attention.
'I have to go pay this bill.'
'I have to go fulfill this obligation to this person.'
'I have to go eat.'
Okay, okay, no wait on that last thing - I want to go eat some nice stuff.
One day, very soon, I know that I will be pointing out, right in here something: 'Hey, did you notice this?'
And those who are still here will say to yourselves, 'Oh dear. Now what??! Now that that is real...'
Don't worry. At that time you too will - and some of you may already have - 'invitations.'
I'm actually not really the best guy to be getting those things anyway. I only ever have one type of 'question' that I want to ask.
LOL
I mean how they get here doesn't mean anything to me. What science and technology they have to share is of exactly no interest to me at all!
And the question?
'Are you susceptible to alcohol and do you want this thing shaken or stirred?'
Except I already know the answers to that and they know I know.
'They.' Right? These are the invisible things that no one else sees, apparently, and that I must be imagining or hallucinating.
It's actually quite wonderful that some you are still prepared to believe that foolishness.
Here we are, literally hidden in plain open sight. To all.
You ('you') fancy that you are sailing around, above the water, deep below the water, at least through the water, and you know everything that is there around you...
I can only laugh.
And then one day you hit something, that you never thought was there. Your problem, not mine.
The real question is this: what makes Elijah so sure he knows who he is talking to?
And if you get that, my friends, you get 'the all!' Go to work, Bud Fox.
Just today, somewhere, somewhere in 'prestige lifestyle magazines...' ...somewhere, they took something from right off these pages and ran with it.
Won't say where, or which publication.
Just shows you what a few of us have been complaining about here for months on end now: the world has 'lost it.' By which I mean 'the high end,' all the 'smart folks' with their big budgets and outrageous silly ideas well downstream from any silly ideas that people have been coming up with around here!
When you are a big criminal politician or judge, you can go to Mayfair to an Aston Martin 'boutique' there and pretend that you are James Bond.
My Russian analyst friends always talk about how the internet world has become increasingly 'atomized' - talking about the way people with special interests just all gravitate in the exact same places and with most of those places being 'put there' anyway by Google.
People with the money, supposedly, literally have no ideas left.
And that, even given the fact that for much of the time they were just regurgitating what some Parisian scribbler invented three hundred years ago. At least they did a bit of tugging and adding to and re-forming what they 'borrowed' in the first place.
Now they just have seemed to have completely lost both the will, and the ability.
There is no passion in any of it.
Is it gratifying to see the Bond franchise drive itself off the road into a ditch? Nope.
Is it gratifying to see people hive your stuff off and use it in so-called 'mainstream' publications and movies? Not particularly. I don't mind 'attention,' you know, as in 'being noticed' but then, it's all about who you are being noticed by, right?
I mean what if they all die (die out!) now - kill themselves through boredom and kill everyone else the same way?
But if you're my GF, I'll give you this instead.
The business model of 'influencer' is riddled with question-marks about what that was all about to begin with, and who is influencing whom for whose profits' sake.
Were any of the 'very private club magazines' ever about influencing anyone? No, not really. How could they have been? People were in those places who were the influencers in the first place. They wanted to hang out among their own kind, and they wanted to do that privately.
The matter was already 'atomized' in a very real sense.
Today, we have this whole mentality, this mindset about hugely criminal people and their highly criminal enterprises, hiding their illegal cash in an 'atomized' private club, essentially.
And who are they? Basically, all of government high officials, all of the political elite, all of the media groupies and talking heads, and a couple of Russian banksters thrown in to show some kind of 'those guys are really bad' thing.
Honestly, today's so-called 'rich people' are second-rate.
How come apparently, everyone who stole money from voters and tax-payers and citizens all stuck their money in the same money laundering place? Which turned out to be way short of truly private and secure!
The bottom line is this Pandora nonsense is just the tip of the iceberg. They're all doing it, in multiple places, some of which have not as yet been 'exposed.'
Naturally scientists and doctors and academics are all immune to moral compromise at all times and they never tell lies nor indulge in fancy stuff to trick you.
It's only the obvious usual suspects - you know, African politicians and the King of Jordan.
So how come the US government jailed whatsisname, that actor - Wesley Snipes - for openly and not exactly even 'hiding his wealth' but invoking a flawed idea about the Constitution regarding paying your taxes?
Is anyone ever going to be jailed for all of this 'Pandora' actual clandestine money laundering?
No.
No one. In fact, you watch people actually get shot first before the whole thing is 'deep sixed.'
I want to give at least the smart people who come here some 'ways' - some 'ways ahead...'
Sure I could get '*' (someone very special) to come here and talk to everyone every now and then.
But it is not time yet. Believe me, not just yet.
Right now, just imagine yourself walking in a French forest somewhere.... Somewhere like, here, in this pic.
There is absolutely no one else in there with you. You are alone.
I am alone.
We... ...are alone.
There's just us.
...But if someone appears on that path, walking towards you from the other end, are you going to take to them all of the stupid nonsense baggage that has attended your every single waking ego-driven moment since you were, um, oh I dunno - twenty-three?
What is it that you are so sure you know?
And I am not talking to every single person here because I know there are many of you who do not deserve this scolding.
If you think, in your wildest 'rational expectations' that we are not about to produce something so absolutely extraordinary on the world stage that it will clean blow your socks off, well, you have not encountered the little kids were were brought up in the back-alleys and bazaars of South East Asia, in the monsoons, and big tidal wave floods, and incidents with the stolen circus tigers let to roam around the competitors stall areas...
If that kid tells you there is a 'f*ing' tiger in the dark in there, there is a tiger in there! Those kids, see, make their reputation on telling the truth, there is no value to them in 'calling wolf.' They have to trade next week and the week after, and the week after that.
Yes CIA is about to take on Beijing's CCP.
Good. Now they will learn just how many animals are here in the forest, where, you know, you thought you were alone and there was no one... ...but you. In there. Walking along.
LOL
Let's see everyone bring their A-game to this knife party this time.
Because not many are going to walk out of this one alive.
What's coming down the line is astonishing. Big big tigers. Big hungry, wild, untamed tigers.
You think you are tough, boys at the AFP?
Luci Romberg again. The real deal. And how.
And my god, just think of the arrogance of MI6. They even had 'Felix Leiter' killed in that last 'Bond.'
Hahahahaha. But let's see it. You guys are really tough when you haven't seen what you're against.
Let me tell you guys something - I, as in me personally, I told the Australian Federal Police, that there were teams of Arabs scoping the Sydney Rialto Tower, and they were working from a serious plan to knock over a tall building. They laughed at me. Took a few years but then...
And no one ever came to say, well how did you know? I kinda got yelled at by people from my old office, where I worked once upon a time in the long long ago.
I knew because my adoptive step-brother retired the head of a secret intelligence body, well, in fact the secret intel one, of a certain foreign Islamic country. And, there are bound to be files on me and my family background 'hidden' somewhere in half a dozen 'Allied' Western countries, especially in Australia - I have no doubt at all. In fact I know so. Unless someone shredded them and I can't see that happening.
This new thing...
It's gonna happen. Nothing can stop it.
Time-frame is who knows and who cares, not me.
You are on that pathway in the forest all alone, remember?
Whereas actually, someone is 'all alone,' and it is neither you nor me. We already won this game. People haven't worked it out yet. ...I know you don't even feel like a winner. Yet. But you will. You stay around here. I'll tell you when to 'duck.'
