NORTH KOREA

dodoyada yada yada

and it’s all getting a bit boring.

THE

New Zealand Herald came up with this

A high-ranking former member of the North Korean Government says the harsh economic sanctions imposed on the country could be enough to wipe it out within 12 months.

Oh my goodness—

Ri Jong-ho, a former economic official appointed by Kim Jong-un’s father and predecessor Kim Jong-il, says the United Nations’ trade restrictions are so strong that it could cripple the isolated nation …

Yeah, sure.

I’ve lost track of how often in the last few decades sanctions have passed their ‘cripple by’ date and still the starving(?)  sanctionee isn’t crippled.

Not only not crippled—North Korea’s capabilities seem to be improving by giant leaps and bounds.

All propaganda, of course! Them Commie ratbags can no more afford nukes than I can (everyone knows that Communists can’t even feed themselves)(so there).

The answer?

Send a gunboat!

BUT WAIT

it gets better—

“Many people will die.”

—yeah. Sure they will—but not the ones some would like to die, such as these jolly smiling chaps with the overdose of cheery—

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—who like all good politicians are very good at getting stand-ins to do their dying for them.

SO I ASK

the “high ranking former etc etc” chap — did nobody tell him that blasted commies can’t even afford bootlaces, much less nukes and missiles?

So exactly who is propagandising whom, here?

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What? We did send a gunboat? They did what? They laughed?

 

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2 REASONS

4 U 2 WELCOME  turk-e

refugee immigrants with open arms wallets.

REASON ONE:

In the absence of welfare benefits, immigrants are usually the best of people because you get mobile, aggressive, and opportunity-seeking people that want to leave a dead old culture for a vibrant new one. The millions of immigrants who came to the US in the late 19th and early 20th centuries had zero in the way of state support.

REASON TWO:

But what is going on in Europe today is entirely different. The migrants coming to Europe aren’t being attracted by opportunity in the new land so much as the welfare benefits and the soft life. When they arrive, they expect free food, shelter, clothing, and entertainment—totally unlike past immigrants. For the most part they are unskilled and poorly educated. And 99% of them will stay that way, because it takes generations to change cultural attitudes. Few of them will ever become self-supporting.

I say again that someone wants control of the political/economic/military systems of the entire world. Dictatorship, on his terms … democracy? Hah! You wish (please put me in a bid for a nice Lotto win while you’re at it).

I say again that the endless floods of ‘refugees’ pouring into Europe are nothing less than a Fourth Generation Warfare weapon. Well targeted, well wielded; very well done in fact.

Can you think of why? Or by whom?

Don’t ask me—I’m just a daft old dog watching his world self destruct. Ask yourself

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(For source of quotes: CLICK HERE)

 

CREDIT

CARD DECISION

for my transaction?* (Decision being:  do I buy online a wee giftie for The Spouse with my card, or should I perhaps join ‘PayPal’?).

IN THE COURSE

of my researches I then happened across this snippet which I quote—

PayPal’s partner MasterCard ceased taking donations to WikiLeaks in 2010, and PayPal also suspended, and later permanently restricted, payments to the website after the U.S. State Department deemed WikiLeaks activities as illegal. Online supporters and activists retaliated by subjecting PayPal and MasterCard, along with other companies, to coordinated cyber attacks.[123]

—which of course led me to that “Eeeeeek~!” reaction I get whenever I spot a blatant  and quite unabashed contradiction.

DON’T FRET

if you are a product of your upbringing (circumstances & endless propaganda) and you simply can’t see it.

Too few can, I’m afraid, so you aren’t alone there. Just keep on buying them Lotto tickets and guzzling your beloved Soma …

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* In the end I opted to use my card. You know something? I’ve often wondered: does anyone ever (r) ever read plough through all the endless screeds, sub-screeds, sub-sub-sub (etc etc ad infinitem) of monotonous unrewarding legalistic self-serving BS jargon? You know the stuff I’m referring to—in the end it can all be summarised simply as “We at (insert name here) declare that we are in no way responsible for anything you do or which is done unto you whilst availing yourself of our services**).

** Which means simply “Just pour your money into our coffers (and Devil Take The Hindmost) (meaning YOU, Bub~!).  Nyah nyah nah nah naaaaaahhhhhh~!

DON’T FRET

I’VE BEEN

reading this kind of stuff for years—

The impending catastrophe will not be limited to the United States but will affect the whole industrialised world. As the most indebted country in the world, the US will be hit very badly and the Trump Administration will be blamed. It is of course not their fault but the result of 100 years of mismanagement. Sadly though, the people in charge of the country will be blamed in spite of their efforts to save the situation.

As the US economy crashes and money printing starts in earnest, the dollar will end its reign as the world’s reserve currency. Since Nixon ended the gold backing in 1971, the dollar has not deserved the status of reserve currency.

Read it here:

https://goldswitzerland.com/pound-dollar-euro-and-yen-will-be-worthless-within-five-years/

—but as the years go by ‘they’ keep pulling more and more rabbits out of their apparently bottomless hat. Long may it last, I say~!

IS THERE AN ANSWER

to the problem of eternally de-valuing the currencies? Short answer …

no

… and that, Sir or Madame, be it.

BUT FROM Arms-t

purely personal perspective: the longer they can keep the squeaky leaky old tub afloat the better it suits me. Although it’s already hit the rocks and sinking, ‘they’ are doing a splendid job of pumping. Good on ’em, I say!

So when there’s no more room on their banknotes for endless extra zeroes, and even scientific notation no longer functions (you know, a million is 10 to the power of 6, so a million billion gillion trillion zillion is 10 to the etc etc) (don’t knock it, desperate people will try anything) what will take over as the ‘means of exchange’?

Disposable razors? screen-shot-2016-12-18-at-19-44-51

Cans of sardines?

Toilet rolls?     — — —> 

Even (brrrrr~!) … gold?

Naaaaaaahhhh …

pffffft

 

I HAVE AN

ADDICTION

turketteand it’s a bloody hard one to give up. Cold-turkey worked easily enough with other drugs but with this bast  beast it’s nigh impossible. So I’m reducing the dose each time, in a gradual withdrawal (hey, at least I’m working on it).

Anyway, more on that later …

MONEY

There. Now that I have your undivided attention I’d like to shamelessly direct you to another’s blog—

—to go there CLICK HERE but be advised, it’s as relevant to you as to the many millions of victims over there.

CAN IT HAPPEN

here? To (horrors~!) us?

Of course not—we are civilised, with a long history of progress, they aren’t us. No?*

SO WITH HUBRIS

demonstrated let’s face real facts: money has to be worth something.

Hey, I meant genuinely worth something … something more than a printed pretty** promise on a slip of papery stuff. Something more than the (real) transience implied by the word ‘current’ in the screen-top dictionary definition below—

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So one might be tempted to ask (rather than blindly accepting) what does ‘current’ actually mean, especially in the context of this fix?

Fix?

Oh yes … that’s my addiction; I’m trying to wean myself off blogging … now off you go, unsatisfied; go vote for your little politicians and your little dollars and rupees and francs and euros and roubles and whatever other paper rubbish is transiting your finances right now. Whatever you do, don’t for even one moment think that perhaps money should have intrinsic value. If you do, and if you gather enough like minds … you’ll bring our ‘civilisations’ crashing down around our ears. So get thee hence, off to the shops and spend spend spend as if you’ll have no money tomorrow***.

 

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* Never mind that they had cities and flush-toilets while we were still peering fearfully out of caves (check out Harappa, Mohenjo Daro, and suchlike …)

** Pretty damned revocable at zilch notice.

*** If things stay as they are with all these ‘promissory notes’ … … you won’t.

 

 

 

SAME OLD

FIDDLE

fiddle.png… same old tune.

So here’s a wee challenge for you, make of it what you will.Below I shall paste a small ‘taster’ paragraph from the blogsite of a lady who is much better educated and far more aware than I, and equally as long-winded (actually, superior).

I HOPE

that the snippet whets your appetite. If it does, and you go there, please do me a minuscule favour and as you read through—

  • delete the words ‘John Key’ and insert the name of your very own Ruler (president, premier, king, emperor, whatever) in place; and
  • change the name ‘New Zealand’ to that of your very own home nation
  • likewise tweak political parties (and occasionally bits of history).

You’ll figure it out—

—and when done perhaps, just perhaps, you’ll see where I’m coming from with this exercise.

If not, well … it was fun anyway.

NOW HERE’S YOUR

snippet—

This is not the New Zealand for which our parents and grandparents fought in the name of freedom. It has been sold out from under our feet – a betrayal of everything for which they fought.  And Key, seeing the writing on the wall, has been very much part of this sell-out – leaving just in time to no doubt claim his personal knighthood?

……….—make of it what we may.

To read the whole at source: CLICK HERE 

My own next post will be over on my Dreaming Cavalier site where I try to keep everything light-hearted and benign.

(My sister sent me some lovely observant haiku on pussycats; too good not to spread around; although I have no idea to whom I owe credit for creating them.)

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KNOCK KNOCK~!

“WHO’S THERE?”

“Amos—”

pc“A mos-quito? Har har, ho ho, snorp—”

“Can I come in?”

“You’re not selling free things that end up costing oodles, are you?”

“No. I’m running from the mad dogs down your street, and need a sucker—”

“Eh?”

“Oops. I need a succour. A refuge. A shelter from the storm and such, in accordance with your ethics—you wouldn’t deny a poor supplicant in desperate need of shelter, would you?”

“Of course not. Come in, my friend—drag up a chair while I put the kettle on for a nice hot coff—”

“Oh. I don’t drink with barb—  … er, coffee …”

“Tea?”

“Sure. so long as it’s free—”

“Wot?”

(Eeek!) … … … …—ly given in a spirit of charity, compassion, and refuge.”

“Here ya go—”

“I’ll use your toilet.”

“Sure—upstairs, first on the left.”

pitta pat pitta pat pitta … pat

Clunk. Whir. Click. Scraunch.

Trickle trickle tinkle—

. . . . . …………… . . . —PLOP!

click … errrrrrk …

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“There was one of those silly ‘little-man-on-a-stick’ things on the door. I got rid of it—”

“My crucifix?”

“Yuk. Yes.”

“Oh … okay … … not a problem. Would you like to stay for dinner? I’m on my own tonight—the wife’s gone out with some friends. Line-dancing nite.”

“You let her out alone? Perhaps your son is with her, or your brother, or her brother, or her father-uncle-male cousin-nephew-grandfather, or your father-uncle-male cousin-nephew-grandfather, or—”

“No. Just herself and some friends from her pub-club.”

” …. …. ….”

“Dinner?”

“What were you having?”

“Pork sausage casserole, it’s my own reci—”

“No! Pork is foul filthy disgusting stuff. Here, I’ll empty your fridge for you and throw all the verminous excrements out—”

“You don’t like sausages? Not a problem. How about some nice pork tongue?”

“You aren’t getting it! Pork is the excretions of the Devil! I can’t eat something that’s been in so foul an animal’s mouth—”

“I suppose you’d love an egg, then?”

etc etc etc. You may finish it yourself; and now for something completely different— your Quote Of The Day:

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Oh dear.

But wait, it gets even more  better yet—

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“Before you leave, what were you saying about your name?”

“It certainly isn’t Amos! Foul filthy Jewish-pig name! No, I am telling you—foul infidel dog—that I am a moslem!”

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