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Friday, August 30, 2013

CNN, aka Communist News Network, Now Deleting Anti War Comments, Google Killing Link

John "I used to be against war but now I am for war" has been running around trying to build a case for a war with Syria.

In the meantime, bloggers and commenters everywhere- and I am talking 3 out of 4- are writing and speaking out against the war. Earlier today, anti-war comments left on CNN were deleted.

This is the kind of elite media- statist capture that is going on in the United States. It's one giant propaganda machine and you simply cannot trust these "news" agencies.

There was a story out that CNN and Anderson Cooper were caught lying about the war with actors and now the link everywhere is dead. I have tried multiple ways of trying to find it- all of them now working. Here is the original and now dead link I took off a Facebook page.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

The Impeachment of Barack Obama

From Publius Huldah. Everything you need to know about impeachment.

Obama reminds me of one of those crooked lawyers I used to work with who really don't think the law ever applies to them or if caught- they believe they can escape.

I read this properly prepared document- which is very well done and written by a constitutional attorney.. I could have added a few things. See it here.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Why You Must Own Physical Gold

All debts are paid, either by the debtor or by the lender.

That's a good place to start today. Can you think of any debt, anywhere, that is not subject to that statement? I can't. So I think the premise is sound. All debts are paid one way or the other. I believe that and I cannot disprove it.

If you can think of a debt not subject to that premise, please comment on this piece down below.

Last week, when I was reading the FOFOA blog about the hyperinflation event- it suddenly struck me. That is the only way for the US and other great debtor nations like Japan, to get rid of their existing debt. A hyperinflation event. In fact, it absolutely has to happen. There is no other way of getting rid of that debt.

For years, I have struggled with how the US was going to dispose of that 17 trillion in debt with another 100 trillion due and payable in the next 20 years. We will continue to run deficits and even as I write this- the US is about to engage in another war with Syria. Do we have the money for that? No, of course not- but that has never stopped our politicians. They simply tap that unlimited credit line at the FED and stick you with some more debt.

When this country sells debt in the form of treasuries- the only collateral the US has- is that they have the ability to tax citizens. Do we pledge Florida as collateral? Think about that. What happens when the citizens run out of money and quit paying?

The whole fucking Ponzi scheme comes crashing down. That's what happens. Think of a poker game where every player buys in for 100 bucks. Ten players means there is 1000 dollars on the table. The house rake is 5% meaning that they take 5% of every pot. They deal 20 hands per hour with an average pot size of 50 bucks. The house is taking 2.50 x 20 hands per hr. which equals 50 bucks an hr. In 20 hours time- the house will have every last cent on the table.

That's how casinos operate, that's how bankers operate. Now you can dig into your wallet, buy more chips, and extend the game a little bit. But sooner or later- the game ends when everyone is broke.

In the United States, we've been broke for many years. Instead of stopping or ending the game, we simply borrowed money at interest to keep playing. Who is going to pay that 17 trillion?

Answer- nobody. The only thing Japan can do with their 1 quadrillion yen debt, or that we can do with our 125 trillion dollar debt, is hyper inflate it away. There is no other course of action. We cannot outgrow a debt of this size when we have no capacity to (50 million lost jobs over 20 years) with a terribly large, aging, and non working demographic. Remember- taxes are the only way to pay this debt back.

Well we could always sell Alaska and Hawaii.

During a hyper inflation event, let's say gas costs 100.00 a gallon and a bag of groceries is 400.00. If you are on some sort of fixed income during the hyper inflation event- you are pretty much screwed. If you have what wealth you have tied up in savings or retirement accounts or in paper instruments like treasuries or equities- you are going to lose that wealth. Gone.

Now I am not predicting some Mad Max scenario where roving gangs of hideous human beings are killing everyone- but there will be a full bore panic. People will not be able to survive. All of their income will barely buy necessities. They will park cars. Quit paying bills. Every debt they owe will go into arrears as they take what little money they have and use their money to survive.

How likely is the hyperinflation event? It is absolutely, 100% certain. All we are talking about is when. Will it happen in the next two years or the next 20? Nobody knows. But this is what I do know.

When we leave the standard inflationary mode and transcend into hyper inflation, you will not be able to buy much of anything- let alone gold. This country will be busy spending what little money they have on the bare essentials. Gold will get priced into the stratosphere and it will simply be unavailable to anyone but the central banks and the wealthiest people. Of course, they will already have the bulk of the available gold when it happens because they know it has to happen. Central banks have been net buyers of gold for several years now. They don't broadcast that fact too much.

The only way to protect yourself during a hyper inflation event or more importantly, after the money system is reset with a gold backed currency, is to have the gold in your possession before the reset occurs. I think you will make it through rather easily compared to your peers.

This is a case of prevention and history. History rhymes and it does tend to repeat itself. Just because it hasn't done so in your lifetime- doesn't mean that it won't repeat itself and in fact, it might mean that the reset is probably closer than you think.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Frankenstein Government Has a Tough Weekend

I have never been fond of eastern Idaho. It is a cold, hellish place where the wind howls and the only foliage is alfalfa and potato plants. Eastern Idaho is also home to the Idaho National Engineering Lab. This is where atomic power began. They had an accident once, way back in the 50's I think, but they managed to cover it up pretty well. There are also a lot of Mormons.

The only thing I have against Mormons is that they generally don't swear, smoke, drink, or gamble. I never trusted people like that.

Wind, alfalfa and potatoes, nuclear accidents, and Mormons- is no way to live your life. I got out just as soon as I turned 18.

Sometime after I evacuated that God forsaken place, my cousin and her husband moved there. I think they are pretty desperate to get people to stay in Idaho Falls- so getting a job there is pretty easy. My cousin's husband, my cousin in law Jason, swears, smokes, drinks, and gambles. Therefore, we hit it off immediately. Jason invited me to play golf in a little charity golf tournament on Saturday.

My arrival on Friday night meant that we would have to have an Idaho Falls Bowling Championship on Friday night.

For those of you who don't know, I have never been beaten by any of my friends or family in any of our championship bowling events. None of them have any real athletic ability, so beating them usually amounts to just showing up.

That all changed on Friday. It was a miserable night.

Usually my opponents choke and start gushing oil out everywhere like those AMF Harley's in the 70's. Just as they start to choke and fade, I come in hard- knocking down 9 pins at a time and getting spares.

On a normal night, even crappy scores of 136 and 111 are usually enough to polish this crew off. But not Friday night. They were determined. They smelled blood in the water. Not only did they bowl well, but Jason was actually fist pumping like Tiger Woods at Augusta. It was a miserable experience for me.
Not only did I lose to Jason both games, but my girlfriend put up the high game of 158. It was like they were ganging up on me. Jason even pointed out that his wife, my cousin, was beating me when time ran out. Secretly I was happy we rented the lane by the hour, for me it was like Little League's mercy rule.

Not content with beating me in the Idaho Falls Championship, Jason had more humiliation in store for me. On Saturday morning in the golf tourney scramble event, Jason paired me with three of the worst golfers I have ever played with. They were great guys and I liked all three of them, but after a few holes I realized there wasn't even the slightest chance that we might win. I've seen God perform miracles but there are some things that are even out of reach for him.

I wasn't much better than my playing partners. I dribbled shots off the tee all day. Maybe I was still "hung over" from the beating I took at Skyline Lanes the night before.

We finished two under 68 thanks to a birdie on the last hole. The winning team had a 14 under 56. There was a 58, and a couple of 60's. The winning team consisted of 4 professionals who nabbed virtually every prize including closest to the pin and long drives.

I hate to see that kind of golfing skullduggery in a small charity event. In a way, I'm kind of glad we were never in it. That type of sandbagging is precisely why I quit playing competitive golf many years ago.

So on Saturday night, we traveled back home. We unpacked the car and went to bed. The following morning I got up and went out to get in my car. I noticed items from my car scattered on the ground in front of my house. Shit heads unknown had burgled my car and managed to get my Ipod, earbuds, and maybe a thing or two I am forgetting. They left a gold ring behind which was worth more than the Ipod. Thankfully, they had not damaged my car so all things considered, I was pretty lucky. Two other cars on the property were locked and they had not broken into them- so clearly I forgot to lock my car. Which is still no excuse for people to rip you off- a pet peeve of mine in the old days- anytime I heard a fellow cop scolding a victim for not locking their car.

I filed my on-line burglary report because in this new age, apparently the Boise cops are so busy arresting fugitives that they can no longer be bothered to take burglary reports. I don't care about the Ipod- I just want those 800 songs back but as I think about it- most of those songs were imported onto this computer. So there's that.

It was still a pretty good weekend. I had fun. I don't even mind losing the Ipod, really. It was getting old and I doubt it brings the shit heads more than 20 bucks down at the pawn shop anyway. They probably needed it more than I did. So that's the weekend wrap up- it is Monday. Time to get back to the business of crooked bankers, lying politicians, and all of the other fun things that will happen this week before the market starts selling off in earnest and the great Obamacare tax begins. I hope you all have a good week!

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Nixon Never Let Me Down- Hunter Thompson

The purest definition of the term "lunatic" might just be the outlaw journalist, Hunter Thompson. I have always loved his writing. Often I would laugh like a hyena at some of the stuff he wrote.

So I cherry picked some of his most insightful ramblings- and I pasted them here. I think you'll like them.

I have a term I use while motorcycle riding called the "suicide deer." I desperately look for them. My closest call was just outside Forsyth, Montana. This is Thompson on jackrabbits:

“People who claim to know jackrabbits will tell you they are primarily motivated by Fear, Stupidity, and Craziness. But I have spent enough time in jack rabbit country to know that most of them lead pretty dull lives; they are bored with their daily routines: eat, fuck, sleep, hop around a bush now and then....No wonder some of them drift over the line into cheap thrills once in a while; there has to be a powerful adrenalin rush in crouching by the side of a road, waiting for the next set of headlights to come along, then streaking out of the bushes with split-second timing and making it across to the other side just inches in front of the speeding front wheels” 
 Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72

Hunter Thompson was a complete alcoholic nutjob from start to finish. In the end, Thompson killed himself and had his ashes fired out of a cannon. He was 67. Johnny Depp and Jack Nicholson attended the funeral.

“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt” 

He had lived 17 years too long he said.

“Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…” 
 Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century

I loved Hunter Thompson because Thompson wasn't afraid to say the things that we were all thinking. While not totally true, often we saw the grains that were. That's what made him special.

“I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.” 
 Hunter S. Thompson

In America.

“Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo.” 
 Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century

“In a nation run by swine, all pigs are upward-mobile and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: not necessarily to win, but mainly to keep from losing completely.” 
 Hunter S. Thompson, The Great Shark Hunt: Strange Tales from a Strange Time

On Hell.

“Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get...” 
 Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's

President Nixon was the antagonist of Hunter Thompson. Thompson hated Nixon. In the preface to one of his books, Thompson dedicated it to Richard M Nixon, "he never let me down." When Nixon died, Thompson said this:

“If the right people had been in charge of Nixon's funeral, his casket would have been launched into one of those open-sewage canals that empty into the ocean just south of Los Angeles. He was a swine of a man and a jabbering dupe of a president. Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning. Even his funeral was illegal. He was queer in the deepest way. His body should have been burned in a trash bin.” 
 Hunter S. Thompson, Where Were You When the Fun Stopped

On life.

“You can't hoard fun. It has no shelf life.” 
― Hunter S. ThompsonKingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century

Because this was my first read of his and my most memorable. On the drug crazed Vegas trip.

“I agreed. By this time the drink was beginning to cut the acid and my hallucinations were down to a tolerable level. The room service waiter had a vaguely reptilian cast to his features, but I was no longer seeing huge pterodactyls lumbering around the corridors in pools of fresh blood. The only problem now was a gigantic neon sign outside the window, blocking our view of the mountains -- millions of colored balls running around a very complicated track, strange symbols & filigree, giving off a loud hum....

"Look outside," I said.


"There's a big ... machine in the sky, ... some kind of electric snake ... coming straight at us."

"Shoot it," said my attorney.

"Not yet," I said. "I want to study its habits.”
― Hunter S. ThompsonFear and Loathing in Las Vegas

The wrap.

“I've always considered writing the most hateful kind of work. I suspect it's a bit like fucking — which is fun only for amateurs. Old whores don't do much giggling. Nothing is fun when you have to do it — over and over, again and again... ”
― Hunter S. ThompsonThe Great Shark Hunt: Strange Tales from a Strange Time