Thrilled About The Future

Stories of the 'lifestyle' experienced these days by people who work on Wall Street – especially the new recruits, fresh out of University – have increasingly been rather negative. These stories speak of long hours, lack of respect from others about the jobs these people do, and the failure of the money to give satisfaction.

Oh god, did I live and work through the last of the best of times on Wall Street?

Less stuff in Ali Baba's cave...
A good thing - less complicated!

Okay I was actually in Chicago at the time but I don't remember any bad things about being there. And when I was working in Australasia in finance and economics, and working the same never-ending days and probably right through weekends as well, I don't remember any of it as being onerous at all.

The fact is, though, that the media and many people in banking are not facing the reality that money has moved away from the usual 'big tall building' scene and into the hands of little guys with clever computing and a lot of unfettered creativity. And it isn't even true anymore, although it may have been for a while, that these 'little guys' nevertheless gravitated, and still gravitate, to the traditional money centres. This blip in the flow may have been added to by the so-called 'low latency' traders.

The flow, is over the cliff of relevancy. Wall Street is irrelevant.

Once people know in their gut that the money has really moved elsewhere, they stay away from the financially dead carcass. What this means for the entire world, especially the one the media has to report on every day, I am not entirely sure.

Wall Street is incapable of financing the next big forward moves for business, industry, and especially, technology. Didn't think I'd ever see the day when such a thing would be said but it is true now, today. The money Wall Street uses has too many strings on it. And the minds behind Wall Street are just not that strong anymore.

Fassbender (above) will not make the cut
 for next Bond - how to damage
an 'unassailable franchise;' just follow the 007 producers!

I glanced across an article in one of the luxury websites the other day about why an old fashioned fountain pen could be worth $40,000 in a digital electronic world, and I haven't even read the article yet. I suppose nostalgia is always a good enough reason for me. I still have a shopping list. Not a lot of things on the list are to do with computers or devices. I already have all the ones (and they are a very modest suite) that I need to have to engage in very exciting things. I remember being inside Honeywell's big mainframe rooms back in the Seventies, and my father knew a few execs from IBM. I think I retained the 'feel' of it all: because when I hold the small digital devices I use today, I do realize that I am in charge of significantly more computing power than those executives had back then. What excites me, is not the fear of the fact that modern computing is almost universally democratic – in other words, everybody has such computing power. But the fact that as far as creativity goes, it would take a long day to find anyone even close to the capability pre-installed at birth inside my own mind. And I am quite thrilled about the future. How about you?

Now The Files Are Closed.

Now that the files are closed...

A long time ago, the Russian (Federal) Security Bureau inserted some operatives into the London private membership club scene – this is where rich kids and wealthy and time-abundant wastrels go and think they are hanging out with genuine high society. Unlike the popular images of such places, in reality they are all either run-down inside and rather shoddy-looking, or just plain monuments to poor taste.

The importance to you is this – you only imagine you know anything at all about the infamous collapse of Shearson Lehman... You only imagine you know what really went on with Bernie Madoff...

But now that the files are closed, I will tell you what you need to watch out for when a confluence of events and types of people come together.

When I say, the files are closed, I mean the Russian files. Western files are pathetically sad contrivances invented by Oxford graduate-types to create facades meant to convince the theoretically dumb public about who is doing what to whom.

What Ghengis Khan might look like,
if he were around today. Or not.

Here is a picture, a very generously flattering one, of Robert Tchenguiz, the ex-Lehman top-line securities dealer, who went on after he left Lehman's to becoming one of the seriously well-off owners of property in London's Mayfair. He's not a Russian operative however. No indeed. But he was one of the people being watched very closesly.

And the meaning of that is that almost nothing that has happened in the so-called world of high finance over the last ten or even twenty years has escaped the strategic analysis department inside the control centre of 'Ancient Ruhm...'

The world is supposed to believe without question, that Madoff burnt $65 billion from only the world's most esteemed banks and finance experts. And by the way, in this same vein, Tchenguiz (who changed his family name from Khadouri although even then, he's actually Jewish) has $1.8 billion of personal wealth. These are all amazing people. True geniuses. Even Madoff really, since he was able to sell rubbish at will to only the world's most celebrated financial houses.

Which brings me to today's world. It isn't so easy to see where the rich young kids who have made their billions from gadgets and software go to drink alcohol and flirt with females (government agents unbeknownst to them). It isn't going to be so simple to thieve from these. Oh, am I saying that various government agencies steal from rich people? My my. Fancy saying such a thing.

All the same, not so easy to send agents to Mongolia to see the latest high fashion shows being attended by the new rich kids – especially not when the actual 'lords of Mongolian cashmere' are already British and will be able to detect a few inconsistencies in the sudden 'casual' appearances of English roughnecks and toughs dressed in cheap Hugo Boss pretending to be fellow members of the idle rich. What am I saying here?! My god. Nothing bad ever happens to English businessmen in China! Does it?

Mongolian fashion designer Ochirjantson's work

As I say... Now that the file is closed.

Put it this way though, if you are a rich new kid, and you see a rough guy dressed in a cheap Hugo Boss suit moving in your circles, don't get taken in by the story that he hails from Mayfair. People who sell wind-up radios into conflict zones because governments there ban the sale of batteries also often hail from Mayfair. Plenty of money to be made in war zones. And not always through the sale of actual exploding things and ballistic items. I knew this German industrial sales rep once who positioned himself in Asia and kept his eye out for sudden large production runs of wind-up radios. And he always said he could tell who knew a war was going to start well before it happened, and therefore regularly also, as far as he was concerned, who was really behind it. And I can also tell you the only two countries that he ever specified in particular, and the USA, by the way, was not one of them. When the frozen orange juice futures went up, he reckoned, it was already far past the point where the radios had been made. FOJ meant the US was going somewhere. I don't think there is a wind-up radios futures market. As far as I know.

David Brown's Speedback GT.
Out now. Retro-modern.

Smoke And Dirhams

The United Future World Currency is a gold coin that is promoted by people who think that the US dollar should be replaced as the main world currency.

Here we see Medvedev holding an example of the UFWC coin up and smiling.

Said the Pieman to Simple Simon...!

And here are some examples of the Malaysian State of Kelantan's Gold Dinar and Silver Dirham.

A silver Dirham and a gold Dinar

One of the most underscored criticisms of gold and silver as currency these days is the inability of gold and silver to genuinely be able to express as an exchangeable 'token,' sums such as the one that Facebook's founder recently paid to buy Oculus Inc., the company that sells a computer gaming accessory – i.e. $2 billion.

Personally it is difficult for me to see where this '2 billion dollars' was or is or went, from out of Wall Street where it was supposed to have emanated from and been exchanged.

Perhaps it was secreted into a custom-made vault deep deep deep, under the sea, far far far away in the Southern Indian Ocean not just a few hundred uncivilised kilometres outside my own window here in Perth, Western Australia...

From whence it need not ever be looked for since it probably would not be found either... If you know what I mean.

And thus, let us all rest assured in our beds, that yay verily, these vast and great and legitimate sums do exist forsooth. But you will never have the opportunity to see them and nor will I for we are most unworthy.

'New Hope' wine by Mondavi

Behold, here is another pic – this time of Robert Mandavi Jr.'s new livery of his family's wines. And this time we see an act of altruism – namely, that a percentage of the price goes to one of several charities. I see that Mondavi's highest selling wine – which by the way is something of very very great excellence indeed – has been able to be the benefactor to a charity for 1 million dollars. My my. What a vast sum from the world of the wealthy and the elite. And I do hope you to understand by this that what I am saying is that whilst Mondavi is clearly a man of substance, worth, compassion, and charity, his numbers call into question what is really the truth when it comes to the vaunted sums and 'deals' and money flows of the business leaders we are told about, every day in the media.

Alas. Count me in for the Dirhams and the Dinars and all other complexions of gold and silver. Oh, great sinner that I am!

And to think that tall tales of levitation used to be the stock-in-trade of the Arabs and the Musselman generally. Now we get fairytale explanations from the West, of why things failed to levitate, and where they got to once their days of levitation were over, and where now not to look for them due to the trouble it would take you or I to look so we must just take the word of the fairytale salesmen about it... But look, yonder, surely I see the Dow flying?! Oh magic of magics. Wonder of wonders.

When the daylight comes shall all of these Xanadu palaces of the rich and famous shrivel up and die and then disappear in a gigantic puff of smoke? Or several large puffs of smoke around the globe wherever the scam has its franchises distributed.

 

...It is twenty minutes to daylight.

 

Calvin J. Bear

Making Money From Delusionocracy

I have known a few politicians over the years. The last ones that I considered were not delusional were in office back in the 1980's.

That's a while ago now.

If you spend your life trying to deceive others, and at some point you forget which bits were lies and which bits not, you could easily end up on the verge of a serious kind of madness.

All of you will know and realise – those of you who bother to follow this blog – that at least for a year now I have been steering away from offering a view on things like Benghazi, or the Boston bombing attack, or Syria, or Bahrain, or Sochi.

And that is because I have known, among other equally vexed matters, all about the present events in The Ukraine and their likelihood of happening; I considered it a very sad situation and not worth my bothering to scream blue bloody murder, well, certainly not from a pathetic little blog-site. Over the last year I have considered it virtually inevitable, and fully-intended by the Western politicians who have the reins of power in our world today.

I am very sure that a while back I made mention of ex-London Met policemen John Yates and his ideas about 'kettling' of protest crowds and the ideology of using force appropriate to the violence of the protesters.

And I am sure I have spent a lot of posts carrying on about various things Russian.

Alena Gorchakova Russian Jewellery

You could say it's just a co-incidence.

A 'Delusionocracy' is a term I just now made up, but I intend it to mean a system in which people actually trade in foolish and obvious frauds but have grown into the habit of accepting them as a sort of meaningful fiction that satisfies them on some schizophrenic emotional level and even grants them a living just like say a pulp fiction writer might eke out.

I say 'eke out' because I have had major doubts for a good long while that all of these people have the purchasing power that the nominal sums of dollars they claim to possess should grant them.

By my sources there are only about five thousand real disposable wealth rich people in the world... And that is far far short of the figure even for the vaunted 'new' class of China market millionaires alone. But I prefer to rely on my own sources – they have proven many times to be more reliable than other data providers.

One of the conclusions of this perspective is that you can make money from the Delusionocracy, although it is problematic. Yet at the same time, the pathway to enabling such profits is clear enough: indulge them in the deceits and delusionary beliefs and ideas that they are addicted to.

Give them more of what, evidently, they want.

Sheepskin = badguy, no wait, gun = badguy

Of course it's difficult for me to do this kind of thing; I can't help but focus on intelligent strategic assessments that have the ring of truth and reality to them. It would be very hard for me to think that Putin is a different kind of person than the one I know. But I suppose the thrill of acting and even dressing, like an olden days sheepskin and ushanka sporting Russian spy, would be a bit of fun. Afterall, I clearly recall sticking something up here about what to eat like Russian spies do, where to hang out, like Russian spies do, and how to quote Dostoevski: 'the ability to add two and two and make it add up to five has its attractions.'

Wait a minute, I never quoted that before. But I will be using it a lot in the near future. It seems to fit into the spirit of the times. Zeitgeist – a German word, of course.

Intelligent strategic analysis would say that the Russians and the Germans are allies though, right now. You mightn't want to believe that. But only if you were deluded into the idea that the Germans love the USA. Or that the Germans forget who the Black Hand, is.

Don't ever think for one minute that Syria and The Ukraine are not linked. And I believe I've covered that before too, in the piece about Mansour Ojeh, the then publicly-known owner of Maclaren Racing (not that he's got anything to do with it, but he is symbolic of the money involved and the circles trailed). I wonder what's going to happen with the Russian Formula One race? Ah well, certainly a place I can wear that old sheepskin anyway. My that will be fun. Wonder if Vanity Fair will take pics. I think I'll get an agent though, before I have to be like Snowden and live all alone and off donations. Lol. 'Look look he's a spy, he looks like one!'

I'll tell you what delusions are – thinking that the Russians have no idea what is going down here and are being reactive. Or, what is NOT going down, in fact, much to the chagrin of someone, somewhere.

It's so fucking ridiculous. Watching the news.

Any newsman with half a brain has a brace of tickets to the Russian Grand Prix come October 12 of this year. I think someone's gonna get knocked off. Someone in a 'hospitality tent' with the big league of super wealthy super powerful people. An appropriate and commensurate use of force, do you not think. I don't have inside knowledge. It just seems so irresistable, given that there was prudent restraint before the bs in Kiev. I'm not sure what moral value would pull Putin back now. I am telling you all, the FSB knows all about who, why, where and when, and did so well before the matter got right out of hand. And common sense tells you that I am right too. So, do you not think Putin has been incredibly, extraordinarily patient and restrained? I mean he knew, same as the NSA knows. Maybe not by the same means seeing as his people go around in sheepskins and ushankas still, apparently. I don't think there's anything that is going to hold him back now and I think there are a few people living in a state of serious delusion if they think the CIA or the NSA or anyone is going to be able to 'protect' them from here on in. For one thing, they are not innocent. Did Berezovsky die? He did. Must have been an accident. I notice John Yates wasn't on hand to give him mouth to mouth. Perhaps his consultancy fee doesn't cover that level of service.

 

Fucking dickheads. The lot of them. People like Yates, with his bigheaded wilfully aggressive attitude dressed up as 'professional' anything, exacerbate and enflame lunatics who have inordinate power in undemocratic places and actually promote violence by using it and subscribing to it. Fucking moronic dickheads. That is the language that these people deserve. They are the people, that are sending your kids to war and to die. Or worse. And they are bugging your house. And they want respect too.

You can make big money in a Delusionocracy. Whether you ever get to spend any of it is another thing.

(I think I'll be taking this down after a short while. But don't forget what I've said.)

 

Calvin J. BEAR (get it?)

The Mysterious Spirit Of Design...

Jason Castriota is a relatively young man still. He was responsible for the design of the current Maserati Gran Turismo, under the Pininfarina Team name.

Jason Castriota

Understandably, I suppose, car design – even great car design – has a tradition of involving some fairly young people. One cannot but help think of Marcello Gandini at the top of a long list – virtually a raw youngster at the time - who penned the amazing Lamborghini Miura.

They say that underlying the technical aspects of architecture is just one single mathematical relationship – it is the one about mass and force.

Fortunately for all those who live intellectual lives in the world today, access to knowledge of the history of design and engineering has never been better! We all can read up on the lives of Juscelino Kubitschek, Paul Ritter, Marcello Gandini, Chelsia Lau, and now, of Jason Castriota as well. Not that one should expect Castriota's best design days to be behind him so that we must only look into, (albeit recent) history.

Expectation of the amazing is something that is not an unreasonable position to hold in the present era, even if it seems unfashionable at the moment. I make a clear separation in my own mind between the nature of the economic policies that we find enacted upon us in the wider sense of national and international or global economics and politics, and what a Da Vinci is doing in the dead of any given night with undertakers as his companions.

Ralfy Mitchell of 'Ralfystuff' on YouTube

Er, well, but then I can point to one certain Ralfy Mitchell – undertaker by profession or trade – who now is far and away the best whisky reviewer and whisky drinker's mentor or guru online and everywhere, really, who gives out his very very regular 'malt marks' on YouTube from inside his cold 'Manx bothy' (a casual temporary dwelling or shelter for farmers and shepherds and so on). What a wonderful fellow he is too. I come from a line of engineers (and warmongers), and I can attest that whisky has some mysterious connection to great engineering. Thought you might want to know or at least consider that, and even to give such a connection a go yourself. That is, after you sleep with your 'Up Bracelet' on all night, and run through the park (or virtual park) with your ReCon Jet augmented reality eyewear on in order to give the ethylene transport in your bloodstream a good clean out. I have absolutely no idea of the scientific basis for any of this, but I do know that I want any excuse, reason, or justification that is readily to hand to watch Ralfystuff on YouTube with a Glencairn glass next to me. You see I think I am still something of an athlete. And so I will require an excuse for all of this.

 

Thanks a lot Ralfy! No Maserati driving for me today. Or tomorrow. Mind you, never ever had a hangover from drinking Jameson's, or James Grant's strangely enough... Wonder why. Hmn, notes of plum pudding, vanilla, prunes and good quality motor oil, you say... Castrol motor oil, perhaps. Or old Burma Lubricating Oil from the Singer Sewing Machine. Know what you mean, Ralfy; I do know what you mean!

Calvin J. Bear