People sit around ruminating on the latest droppings from the grapevine, quoting their favorite end-of-world shock jock like Alex Jones, David Icke or Fintan Dunne and pontificating on the next shoe to drop. We're told that the Bilderberg Group is plotting our destruction, the Bohemian Grove pays tributes to birds at our expense, and the banksters have taken all of our money, left us with mountains of debt, and are now looking for ways to get us to sign our soul away on the next home loan at the latest, low introductory rate. To that end, the Kontora loan company in Latvia, run by Viktor Mirosiichenko, has already started the process. But a word of caution, his rates aren't low.
But for those foolish enough to stick it out, here's how I assess this doomed orb of ours in which it doesn't seem to matter whom you believe, we are all basically screwed.
First off, there's nothing "new" about the New World Order. They didn't dream this up last week at Starbucks. This same stuff has been going on for centuries. Deal with it.
Let's look at the ones in the news, the banksters, to start. In 2006, if anyone went to the Congress of the United States and proposed a loan of $10 billion, they would have been scrutinized to death, grilled by the Finance Committee until they retired, and ridiculed out of Washington. When Lee Iacocca requested a loan for $1.2 billion in 1979 to save Chrysler and over 100,000 jobs, the cries of foul play and manipulation lasted for years. The idea of such large sums of money being loaned out to any company was ludicrous. But by the end of 2007, loaning $700 billion became just another day at the Capitol, and, well if the first $350 billion weren't accounted for, the next $350 billion would be, uh, hopefully.
Perhaps, but let me remind everyone that the ones calling the shots here, those who are demanding the loans, divvying up the take, and leaving no fingerprints, are the same ones who already had all the money to begin with. Where was all the money before? In the banks. Where's the money now? In the same banks. Who owned the money before? The rich, fat cats. Who owns the money now? The rich, fat cats. Looks like a zero sum game to me. So why the cat and mouse game? We'll get to that later.
But as a demonstration of what I mean, I present Orange County, California, which declared bankruptcy in 1994. Apparently, the County Assessor, one Bob Citron (whose name in French means "Lemon," go figure) finally admitted that he had been bluffing about his knowledge of the stock market and had lost all the county's money to Merrill Lynch. The county could no longer pay its bills and declared bankruptcy.
That's the end of the county, right? No more Orange County. Disappeared from the map forever, right? Gone. Zilcho. All services shut down, all employees out of work, all county activities ceased, everything eliminated. All jails opened to the public, the Sheriff's Department vacated, all food stamp programs, health and welfare assistance programs, county infrastructure programs, trash removal, sewer and other maintenance programs, indeed, every single county run program ceased to exist, right?
Almost nothing at all!! Not even one day was the county services entirely shut down.. Not even one hour. I think they were asked to forego one Wendy's lunch meal, that's it.
That's what a county-wide bankruptcy actually means. Now they say that California is going bankrupt!!! I think this is the third time. Boy, I can't wait for the fireworks to begin on that. There are hundreds of thousands of people employed by the state of California. I can't wait to see them filling the bread lines. NOT!!
Millions, billions, trillions, even quadrillions, it's all monopoly money. That's what the pundits have been saying, right? And they are absolutely right. It's monopoly money. The problem is, we all use monopoly money and the banksters know it. So they get to make as much as they want, and spend it anyway they want. But I can guarantee you this, there's no multi-trillionaire out there who will work all their life to get to be a trillionaire and then say, "Oh screw it, let's just make the dollar worthless and start over." That won't happen in our lifetime, and that's a guarantee.
Okay, but we still have the problem of Nibiru. The Mayan calendar ends on December 21, 2012. That's gotta mean we're dead on December 22, right? Planet X, Nibiru, comets from the depths of hell, ancient civilizations, the Mayan calendar and some obscure Jack-in-the-box decoder ring all point to imminent collapse, right? Sorry.