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November 19, 2012

Farming the fiat


See, here’s the thing, you can only sit in places, in my case it was the Secret Family Courts, for so long, before you are overcome with a feeling.

The feeling in question follows on from the feeling that this is all so fucked up and amateurish and pathetic and these assholes are all so totally useless, before the penny drops.

The system is not “broken” and these people are not trying to fix it but failing due to their incompetence and greed.

The system is in fact working exactly as it is supposed to, which is WHY it isn’t being changed.

You can then take this observation and apply it to other areas of life, for example tha banking and financial system, it isn’t broken, it is doing what it is supposed to do.

All it took was a misleading label and mission statement to fool you and suck you in.

Just as the title of this piece says, farming the fiat (currency), the present banking and financial system and housing and other bubbles work PERFECTLY, if the REAL aim is to farm the fiat system.

If you look at the financial systems as though they were supposed to provide capital which is used to buy assets and enable production, the system is clearly not working and hasn’t been since 1974 at the very least.

If you look at the financial systems as though they were supposed to maximise cash FLOW through every individual and institutions hands, then the system clearly IS working, and taking a cut of that flow is the farming of the fiat.

I’ve talked before about Vonnegut and men projecting their own beliefs upon the blankness, and then seeing exactly what they expected to see there, and there are innumerable real world examples of this, Roosevelt and Hitler both looked at EXACTLY the same thing, and both walked away with identical results, they both saw evidence to support their own beliefs, even though those beliefs were quite, quite different.

One thing you will learn as you go through life, 99.999% of people only ever have one idea, and like only owning a hammer makes everything look like a nail, only one idea makes everything look like it provides supporting evidence.

Freud only had one idea, man was driven by the reptilian mind, Bernays (Freud’s cousin) only had one idea, groups of people can be controlled by appealing to their emotions, Freud’s daughter Emma only had one idea, fathers want to rape their daughters.

In some cases, these ideas have some applicable truth, the proof is the corporations hired Bernays to get wimminz to smoke, and later to change the definition of democracy itself, and even the definition of “citizen”, and he delivered.

Where all these ideals and idealists and one trick ponies fall down is thinking that for each individual, once you have performed one card trick successfully, you have then defined that person accurately as an individual.

Farming the fiat is another one of these tricks, fact is, it works, but that doesn’t mean you know what you are doing, or understand the complexities of the system you are dabbling in.

The danger, and it is a huge fucking danger, is that instead of the pieces on the board being pieces on the board that the one trick ponies can game, it is a dynamic living and evolving thing, the pieces on the board are living thinking breathing evolving creatures of flesh and blood, and every time the one trick ponies roll the dice and make a move, the pieces do not merely move, they evolve and adapt and learn and change.

More importantly, while you are looking at YOUR pieces, every other piece is evolving, including all the pieces not shown on your board.

More importantly still, your board is unchanging, but the real world is not.

And yet, as always, pulling the strings are groups of influential people who are all essentially just groups of one trick ponies, who have only ever had and whom will only ever have one big idea.

You could in fact substitute all the central bankers with Klingon devotees from a sci-fi fest, you could substitute all the politicians with Jedi devotees, you could substitute all the corporate bosses with Facebook Farmville devotees, and so on, and the overall picture and functioning of the world wouldn’t change that much.

Farming the fiat will end the same way it has always ended. War.

Simply because farming the fiat destroys the fiat, it destroys the currency, utterly.

Naturally enough the only people with the resources to bring in a new currency and monetary policy and exchange are the very same assholes who wrecked the last one, forget all ideas about the mighty US Dollar collapsing and taking the USA and western democracy with it, and rising from the ashes an entirely new Bitcoin based currency run by a completely new set of assholes.

The trouble is nobody will stand still for a transition from, for example, the fucked up US$ and current financial systems, via a monetary collapse Weimar replublic style, to a new US$ and new financial system with new Glass-Steagall, new fraction reserve 10x limits etc etc etc

You gotta have an interlude, and the interlude has to be so bad that everyone will decide to accept the new US$ because it is better than the gold plated tungsten, pressed latinum and bitcoins that is all we have left.

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, but 20 million died to make it marketable.

Nota Bene, none of this ongoing cyclic process REQUIRES the gnomes of Zurich, the illuminati, the alien lizard overlords, all it requires is a system where;

  1. Some people only ever have one decent idea in life.
  2. They take that idea an run with it to become one trick ponies.
  3. They find enough external “proofs” that their idea is valid to become even more enamoured in it.
  4. They manage to convince other people, based on these “proofs” that this idea is the way to go.

The rest, as they say, is History, but real history, not the shit we are told, that is just marketing from another one trick pony.

REAL HISTORY

Bernays was approached by an american tobacco manufacturer to address the problem that wimminz didn’t smoke because men did not approve of it, thus cutting the tobacco company’s potential customer base in half.

Bernays went to a shrink, who said that wimminz want a penis, so make the cigarette a penis and it will sell.

Bernays hires some DÉBUTANTES and tells them to march in the New York Parade, and at a pre-arranged signal pull out the cigarettes supplied and light them up.

Bernays then goes to the press and tell them that some SUFFRAGETTES are going to stage a protest with “Torches of Freedom“, so stand at this point in the parade with your press photographers to get the scoop.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Why did the tobacco company hire Bernays?

Well, after all he was the man hired by Woodrow Wilson’s “Committee on Public Information” (sic) to sell the idea of going to war to the American public, and so the phrase “Making Europe safe for Democracy” was born.

 

July 16, 2012

Oh won’t you take me on a, sea cruise.. ooh ee baby


I dunno that wimminz are intrinsically hard wired to be baser than men, but men are certainly hard wired to give each other a hard time for failing to live up to the standards of the day.

Back when I was a kid and there were no fat bastards visible in school photographs, you had the odd kid in every year who was a little overweight, that kid was always “fatso” or some variation on this, and then when there was National Service the fat kid was the one who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, and as a result received a ton of abuse from everyone else.

Fatso lost weight, because as Corporal Marsh (“My name is Corporal Marsh, that is spelt B-A-S-T-A-R-D!“) used to say, they were no fat bastards in Belsen, genetics my hairy ass.

So we went from men who ran away to sea for the Battle of Jutland in WW1, who were re-enlisted into the wavy navy and torpedoed (and sank) THREE separate fucking times on the Murmansk run on tankers in WW2, and lived to tell the tale, whose five kids were ALL in the services in WW2, who come home from one torpedoing to be handed a white fucking feather by some skank ho cunt within 24 hours of getting back on dry land. (this is an actual true story)

Because you see much of the “men moderating other men’s behaviour” was still very much in play, snapping the skank ho cunts neck, which she richly deserved, would have resulted in his own demise at the hands of other men.

But, post WW2, millions of men came home to countries that discarded them, in the USA some of these guys said fuck it, bought surplus sidevalve harleys and formed what later became bike clubs.

Lots of those who came back in the UK found wives who were pregnant with other men’s kids, those in protected trades, civil servants, and other men home on leave from the front.

And then the rot really set in, when all the commies and socialists established themselves in the Technical Colleges and Universities, and they themselves gave rise to the whole socialist teacher thing, who gave rise so socialist students, who themselves became teachers, and everyone turned into a bleeding heart pansy.

Men’s moderation of other men’s behaviour was increasingly curtailed, as was women’s moderations of young wimminz behaviour, and then along came the contraceptive pill.

Men’s role and ability to instil discipline and order within their own homes and families was steadily eroded, if we brought back 1950’s style National Service now, instead of one fat bastard who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, there would be one slim bastard who could, and everyone else would be suing Corporal Marsh for abusing them and making them cry like the babies they are.

Saying “No, we don’t have the fucking money for you to have your own new car, go to the hairdressers every week, your own store card and three fucking foreign holidays a year” is now considered such serious “abuse” that it is worthy of divorce and loss of all your assets and children, but you still get to pay.

Last week on PoF some rode hard 40 year old psycho skank ho says to me that she is looking for a rich man to spend all his money on her, I laugh and say meanwhile back in the real fucking world…. fuck it, even if I was interested in paying for it I could get three 16 year old sluts for what this 40 year old slut would expect me to spend on her, what with her acquired tasted and elevated self worth.

Meanwhile there is a link on Zerohedge to a guy who lived through the Bosnian thing commenting in a preppers forum, talking about a tin of corned beef buying wives and daughters for a couple of hours, a bic lighter being worth more than an ounce of gold, and a car battery being worth two rifles and some ammo… of yeah, and a bar of soap and antibiotics worth so much they were never traded for anything, ever, because they really were life and death possessions.

Oh yeah, if ANYONE else thought you had a stash, you got dead real quick.

Without fucking exception, guys who have lived through this shit all say the same fucking two things;

1/ TSHTF *real* soon after everyone started saying everything was all right now and we were past the worst of it.

2/ Today’s enemies were yesterday’s friends.

So today in summer 2012 in the western world there is more debt floating around than you can possibly imagine, so much debt that simply wiping 90% of it out still won’t balance the books, so we really have two fucking options.

1/ Wipe the debt out TOTALLY, which means simply erasing all currencies and banks worldwide. Game over.

2/ Don’t wipe the debt out, which means a mixture of indentured servitude, Weimar republic style devaluation, and something to replace commerce in the interim, e.g. nationalisation of assets and then war and seizure of assets.

Economists have known for decades that a married man with a stay at home wife raising the kids is more productive (production includes consumption, it is nett) than a divorced dad or single man PLUS a single mum, for starters it is one home to run…

Plus those of us old enough to remember a different way are now at or approaching retirement age, I may still be able to work a modern 20 year old man into the ground, but I am not a patch on what I used to be, so the only way out is to offer me the Master (/Apprentice) role in charge of a bunch of young men, who, unless I can be Corporal Marsh will just cry and run away.

Those who are prepared to put up with Corporal Marsh are the young guns, the young MGTOW, they know the fucking score, but assholes to you if you think they are going to share the fruits of their labour with anyone else, especially wimminz…. why share when a tin of out of date corned beef will get you any wimminz you like for a couple of hours…

If you don’t have a TRADE, a SKILL, such as mechanic, plumber, carpenter, medic, road builder, electrician, etc, then you are just going to be cannon fodder along with the buggy whip makers and nail technicians and hairdressers.

 

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