By Clive Maund. Long read, but worth it:
2020 will go down as the year that the New World Order (NWO for short), after many years of building up to it, declared full on war against the rest of humanity, and since this war kicked off with an unprecedented “shock and awe” campaign it definitely got off to a flying start.
Continue reading ““What will Prevail? – Freedom or Tyranny?…””I grew up watching the barges ply the waters by my home. They were always mysterious…ships from a distant land, just passing through. Each with different colors and designs, carrying different loads. Coal, rock, liquid containers. So this movie fascinated me. Finally getting a glimpse into what it is like to live and work on a barge. Barge shows that they weren’t foreigners from distant lands but local guys “slipping and sliding” down the Mississippi.
**** 4 out of 4 stars
Free on Amazon Prime
Not the average guy, that’s for sure.
Here is an interesting article about a new movie coming out Feb 19th called Nomadland, which shows the lifestyles of those who live out of their cars and travel around, on the cheap. Cancel your rent, buy a van and set up your home.
“If you look closely on city streets, campgrounds and stretches of desert run by the Bureau of Land Management, you’ll see more Americans living in vehicles than ever before. It was never their plan.
“If the Great Recession was a crack in the system, Covid and climate change will be the chasm,” says Bob Wells, 65, the nomad who plays himself in the film Nomadland, an early Oscar contender starring Frances McDormand. Bob helped April to adopt the nomad way of life and change her life in the process…
“Today, he lives exclusively on public lands in his GMC Savana fitted with 400 watts of solar power and a 12-volt refrigerator. His life mission is to promote nomadic tribalism in a car, van or RV as a way to prevent homelessness and live more sustainably.”
Corporate is building one of the chain tire stores in my town, which was allowed of course by the great overseers on the building committee or zoning dept or whatever hideous name they use. Besides already having many tire shops in town, we needed more. Especially a corporate chain store. What they don’t understand is that corporate chain businesses impoverish an area by hoovering the money out of the local economy and sending it off to NYC, Charlotte or some other banker town. The zoning dept thinks that they get a nice looking, new building for the town…increased property taxes…and a few low paying service jobs. They don’t see that the business doesn’t add to a community…no one goes there to hang out and meet with others, talk, have coffee.
I once was going to write a travel book of america. In it I would document the areas and businesses of american towns. I could go to Des Moines and photograph the mcdonalds, wendys, wal marts, chain hotels and tire shops in the town. Then go to Tulsa and document the same. The same blandness, squatted across the land. Giving nothing back but a few low paid jobs…sucking the money from the local economy and sending it to corporate, impoverishing a people.
But such is life in a centrally planned economy…where those closest to power get access to virtually free money…and the little folk get access to a few thousand in credit card debt at 20+% interest…while their civilization is wiped out.
Nothing is sacred for a businessman. Everyday is a good day to acquire more money. It is their god – to get more money. All other values are below that of acquiring more money.
I’ve known a few wealthy people throughout my life…and to a man…they were uninteresting…plain…dull. There was nothing to separate them from anyone else, except they had acquired more money. None of them could play sweet music…or sing…or philosophize.
Why you don’t want to be rich
You have to have certain values and principles to become rich in the corrupted american society. You have to be like the rich. So what are they like? Let’s look:
Musk – owns a company that makes money getting handouts from the government…a’la carbon credits. A pure legalese scam. A man who has 6 kids with his wife and then abandons them.
Bezos – the richest man in the world, has a lovely family, abandons them for a plastic looking woman.
Zuckerberg – helping to destroy communities and friendship by moving it online. He moves to Hawaii and is detested by his neighbors. Now he has graduated up to limiting speech and the free expression thereof
Buffett – a doddering old man who spent his life accumulating money. When he dies he wants to give it all away. So what was the point then?
Bill Gross – a man who sprayed fart spray around his house in order to infuriate his ex wife. Clever I suppose for a child…but for an american billionaire tycoon?
In order to be rich in america you must be a moral infant. Don’t be like them. Money enough to be comfortable? Sure. But to make wads of lucre in a corrupt society you too must be a bland, easily corrupted weakling.
I remember reading about one of the richest men in American history…J.P. Morgan. If I recall correctly, he owned a large house in New York City. As he grew older he and his wife traveled the world, buying knickknacks everywhere they went. When he died they went to clean out his beautiful, ornate home and found that it was stuffed with doodads and other trash collected from all over the world. Much of it was thrown out, some went to museums.
This man, J.P. Morgan, helped to create the Federal Reserve…which to this day continues to enslave americans en masse. He did this so he could grow richer and in his retirement travel around and buy garbage the world over. The idea is almost unfathomable to me. To gain all the power money can buy…to be the highest ideal of an american one can be in being fabulously wealthy…so that you can stuff your house with garbage. This is what it is to be rich.
One of the great guitarists of all time, Tony Rice, offers advice to artists at the 29:50 mark in the video below. He talks about not being a copycat, be original, play what is in your heart and be who you are called to be. My bold.
“Personally speaking there’s a world of Doc Watson clones out there, there’s a world of tony rice clones, and the unfortunate thing about those clones is no matter how technically proficient they are, and there are some of them out there that are virtual monsters of technical proficiency that could blow me away. But what that does when they do that is they have become a copy of someone else and they haven’t gone beyond that. So the way I look at all this scheme of things is not only am I a musician but I’m a spectator. That’s what gets me off the most. I don’t care about hearing me playing this dam thing near as much as I care about hearing your playing. What can you show me, what can you run by my ears that’s so good, that I love so much that I want to hear it again. And how you create that. Well I tell you what you ain’t gonna create by doing it like I do because I’ve already beat you to it. That’s what this forum is about.
“Its what I’d like to see more of out of aspiring musicians or aspiring artists in general. It’s that ‘give that to me’, give me your heart give me your soul. Show me the uniqueness of yourself. How do you do this? How do you make this chord? What’s the tone you have coming out of this? And you know how you do that? You do it like working a Rubix cube. That’s the way you do it. You do it with trial and error, and mistakes. But then again I’m a product of everything that I’ve ever done, we all are. That would be my advice to you. Play from your heart and soul. Think of every time you pick up an instrument and play it or whatever you do with it, think of that as an extension of yourself, with the goal in mind that you have something to express, to be shared with somebody else and you hope that they dig it.“
Continue reading “Tony Rice’s Advice to Musicians and all Artists”I like Michael Pento. He seems like a good guy, a Christian, trying to do right for his clients…which is a hard ask in an economy created by devious central bankers. I want to give him some space on this page.
Continue reading “Michael Pento – Crash in 3rd Quarter?”This is a fascinating account of what happened regarding vote fraud and the Trump campaign’s half-hearted attempts to investigate it. He writes: “My ultimate purpose (my only real purpose), is to deliver to the public as honest a rendering as I may construct of the events between November 3 and January 6. It seems like a historically worthy thing to do.”
Written in 4 parts, perhaps with more forthcoming. The first part, linked below, is the longest.
I can’t capture the mood but here are some excerpts:
On Guiliani, the lead investigator of the fraud, portrayed as a bumbling drunk:
“Eventually, I was brought back into a smaller room with Mayor Giuliani, and again asked to explain what I think happened. Realizing I may have overwhelmed him with my earlier explanation, and gotten him lost in the forest for the trees, I broke it down simply and slowly, like one would for one’s 76-year-old Grandfather. Again within 5-10 minutes he was fidgeting, grunting on occasion, sending people on unrelated side errands, checking his multiple phones for texts, and typing responses…. Meanwhile, I tried to stay on track. Yet there was a moment 15 minutes in when I got a whiff of something in that small office…. Medicine? Booze?”
Trump as a sad weakling:
“There was a moment…where I saw him for what he was: a 74 year old man, tired, knowing he was being cheated out of his re-election, mostly defeated, ruing his errors, dwelling on what might have been.”
On cyber fraud:
“cyber-specialists…documented vote-flipping in the Problematic 6 states amounting to 299,567 votes, just enough in each state to flip the election. 43% of that activity came from China.”
On Trump partying:
“At 3 AM on New Year’s Day I received a text from General Flynn. He was still up working as well. He sent me photos that were then flashing around social media: down in Mar-a-Lago, Rudy and others from the entourage had rung in the New Year with a bang. Photos of Rudy, Don Jr., and Kimberly Gilfoyle drinking champagne, dancing, and Partying Like It’s 1999 were circulating through social media. Again, Flynn and I shared a moment of exasperated silence.”
The big rally on Jan 6th:
“The show started, and soon Flynn and I were sinking into our seats in despair. One of Trump’s children got up and sang “Happy Birthday” to a girlfriend, or boyfriend. Rudy got up and spoke about Joe Frazier voting, again. Another lawyer got up and spoke. Don Jr. got up and with his chest puffed out, strode the stage talking about how the Republican brand was now the Trump brand, or the Trump brand was now the Republican brand, or something about branding. Around that time, Flynn and I caught eyes and shared looks of horror: it turned out later we were both asking if the other wanted to leave, but misunderstood each other. It was so bad that someone with some sense among the organizers had a change of heart, and came running over to ask General Flynn if he would take the stage: he refused. The shenaigans went on for an hour or more, then Trump appeared and spoke, much as he would at any campaign event or pep rally. In fact, the whole thing was more or less a pep rally: no effort was made to explain to the crowd, to the Americans who were watching at home, to the Senators who would begin voting in an hour, to the world that counts on America to be the leader of free, fair, and transparent elections, what had really gone wrong with the November 2020 election, and why we believed there were deep irregularities demanding investigation. No effort at all.
“Instead, it was a pep rally. That’s it. A Trump pep rally.
“The moment we could make a break from the front, Flynn and I and everyone with us made a dash for the exit. Flynn could barely contain his fury as we shared impressions: this had been the one last chance to explain the situation to the whole world, and instead Trump had used it as a pep rally. “He just does not get it,” we repeated to each other as we stormed through the crowd back towards the hotel. “He does not get that it is not about him. He put on a fucking pep rally. He does not understand that this is not about him,” we repeated over and over in anger and despair. In 15 minutes we were back at the hotel, both packing our bags, both sick to our stomachs, and did not leave to join the throngs moving towards the Capitol.”
