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The Mysterious Federal Reserve: As Federal As Federal Express

“It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning.” – Henry Ford

It’s a currency, banking bankster war. The issues? The USD, SDRs, fiat currency, petrodollars, the fal of the House of Saud, BRICS banks. That’s what it’s about. Can you believe this? How many in the Ted Baxter sockpuppet echo-chamber bumper sticker playbook media ever mentioned this?

While the world waits with baited breath on the Contrived Drama of the Debt Ceiling, the real show has already been played out,secretly and behind the scenes.

The first audit of the privately owned and foreign owned Federal Reserve by the GAO,has turned up $16 Trillion dollars of loans all over the world to prop up the global fiat empire. This massive money creation is over and above Hank Paulson’s $700 billion dollar heist of the American public. It is also in addition to QE1 and QE2 that resulted in an illusionary recovery of the economy.

All of this money printing has done nothing to create any economic growth and it never will. The scary part is that this was done with no oversight or accountability . [Source] The audit of the Fed’s emergency lending programs was scarcely reported by mainstream media – albeit the results are undoubtedly newsworthy.  It is the first audit of the Fed in United States history since its beginnings in 1913.  The findings verify that over $16 trillion was allocated to corporations and banks internationally, purportedly for “financial assistance” during and after the 2008 fiscal crisis. [Source]

And this mind-blower. I’ll never get over this. Just think about it. Imagine the enormity of the cash, shrink-wrapped on pallets.

The US flew nearly $12bn in shrink-wrapped $100 bills into Iraq, then distributed the cash with no proper control over who was receiving it and how it was being spent. The staggering scale of the biggest transfer of cash in the history of the Federal Reserve has been graphically laid bare by a US congressional committee. In the year after the invasion of Iraq in 2003 nearly 281 million notes, weighing 363 tonnes, were sent from New York to Baghdad for disbursement to Iraqi ministries and US contractors.

Using C-130 planes, the deliveries took place once or twice a month with the biggest of $2,401,600,000 on June 22 2004, six days before the handover. Details of the shipments have emerged in a memorandum prepared for the meeting of the House committee on oversight and government reform which is examining Iraqi reconstruction. Its chairman, Henry Waxman, a fierce critic of the war, said the way the cash had been handled was mind-boggling. “The numbers are so large that it doesn’t seem possible that they’re true. Who in their right mind would send 363 tonnes of cash into a war zone?”

The memorandum details the casual manner in which the US-led Coalition Provisional Authority disbursed the money, which came from Iraqi oil sales, surplus funds from the UN oil-for-food programme and seized Iraqi assets. “One CPA official described an environment awash in $100 bills,” the memorandum says. “One contractor received a $2m payment in a duffel bag stuffed with shrink-wrapped bundles of currency. Auditors discovered that the key to a vault was kept in an unsecured backpack. “They also found that $774,300 in cash had been stolen from one division’s vault.

Cash payments were made from the back of a pickup truck, and cash was stored in unguarded sacks in Iraqi ministry offices. One official was given $6.75m in cash, and was ordered to spend it in one week before the interim Iraqi government took control of Iraqi funds.” The minutes from a May 2004 CPA meeting reveal “a single disbursement of $500m in security funding labelled merely ‘TBD’, meaning ‘to be determined’.”

The memorandum concludes: “Many of the funds appear to have been lost to corruption and waste … thousands of ‘ghost employees’ were receiving pay cheques from Iraqi ministries under the CPA’s control. Some of the funds could have enriched both criminals and insurgents fighting the United States.” [Source]

The Brilliance of Sports Talk

It’s really quite simple. I’ve no interest in sports other than an almost anthropological fascination into man’s tribal behavior. It’s atavistic, primordial and laughable. Grown men and women giving a hoot as to a sports performer’s stats is beyond me. A grown man wearing a jersey with JETER emblazoned on the back. What, are you Jeter? No? Then why are you telling me you are? You’re 46 years-old and you think you’re someone else? You’re a baby. Or at least, you wear another man’s name on the back of a shirt. Does he wear your name on his shirt? I think not.

But it’s a free country. And it is what it is. But this isn’t about the idiocy of professional game watching, it’s about how sports analysts address what amounts to a game. They’re brilliant.

But the analysis is brilliant. In order to weigh in on a sports show you must understand the game, the rules and its history. If not, you’ll be summarily dismissed. You can’t claim mindless allegiance as a substitute for knowledge of the game and its mechanics.

Political talk has nothing to do with facts, history or knowledge. You speak from your heart and arse. When you dare to declaim something your government’s done, proponents of the administration party call you un-American. If you’re disgusted with the Mets management, you’re not called un-Mets. You’re called an astute observer of the game. And there’s no sports version of flag waving. Some dolt standing with a foam finger Number One and his face painted team colors is not given a pass if she knows nothing about the game or the rules.

The War on Drugs Is Insane

Facts, anyone? Let the statistics speak for themselves. Look at the cold, stark numbers and ask yourself whether continued pretend wars on drugs even warrant a second more of our time and limited resources.

Did you know …

Amount spent annually in the U.S. on the war on drugs: More than $51,000,000,000

Number of people arrested in 2012 in the U.S. on nonviolent drug charges: 1.55 million

Number of people arrested for a marijuana law violation in 2012: 749,825

Number of those charged with marijuana law violations who were arrested for possession only: 658,231 (88 percent)

Number of Americans incarcerated in 2012 in federal, state and local prisons and jails: 2,228,400 or 1 in every 108 adults, the highest incarceration rate in the world

Proportion of people incarcerated for a drug offense in state prison that are black or Hispanic, although these groups use and sell drugs at similar rates as whites: 61 percent

Number of states that allow the medical use of marijuana: 23 + District of Columbia

Estimated annual revenue that California would raise if it taxed and regulated the sale of marijuana: $1,400,000,000

Number of people killed in Mexico’s drug war since 2006: 70,000+

Number of students who have lost federal financial aid eligibility because of a drug conviction: 200,000+

Number of people in the U.S. that died from a drug overdose in 2010: 38,329 (None for marijuana)

Tax revenue that drug legalization would yield annually, if currently-illegal drugs were taxed at rates comparable to those on alcohol and tobacco: $46.7 billion

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention found that syringe access programs lower HIV incidence among people who inject drugs by: 80 percent

One-third of all AIDS cases in the U.S. have been caused by syringe sharing: 354,000 people

U.S. federal government support for syringe access programs: $0.00, thanks to a federal ban reinstated by Congress in 2011 that prohibits any federal assistance for them

Any questions?

LIONEL PODCAST: The United States of the Easily Offended

The choke pear or pear of anguish is the modern name for a type of instrument displayed in museums, consisting of a metal body (usually pear-shaped) divided into spoon-like segments that could be spread apart by turning a screw. The museum descriptions and some recent sources assert that the devices were used either as a gag, to prevent people from speaking, or internally (let that marinate in your head for a while) as an instrument of unspeakable torture. Today, censorship from thought vigilantes has replaced this instrument.

It’s not the opinion but who says it. First, conventional geriatric, Jurassic, ossified and fossilized news media better realize that there’s a news explosion. And if you want to stick to the Cronkite model and that Berlin Wall of news versus commentary approach, you’re toast. Besides it’s not that commentary is verboten in news, it’s what and which commentary. To wit, if a reporter opines that a shooting was the result of yet another failure in gun laws or mindlessly trumpets bogus war data as the New York Times did anent Iraq, no sweat, no problem. It’s farcical to think that either a rhyme or reason exists to explain these rules.

Love Is A Mental Illness

Love is a battlefield. Love is also an OCD disease, albeit wonderful. It invades the heart and soul and preoccupies you initially and it can destroy and ruin lives. When potentiated by sex it can be even more disastrous. It’s killed more people, destroyed more lives, inspired more murder than any drug or chemical known. And it’s its lethality that draws us. It’s a force that’s fueled by cortical attraction. The brain centers of judgement and possession. Humans don’t have estrus or heat cycles, we’ve connections and associations. Primordial and atavistic booby traps that are triggered by cues and stimuli we can’t even imagine. It’s dangerous stuff.

Love transforms. I couldn’t imagine not being married to my wife and can’t remember life as being worth remembering before her. But it’s a functional, reciprocating love. It’s not mired in jealousy or distrust or steamer trunk emotional baggage. We’re also not kids. And therein lies a big problem. It’s believed that the human brain doesn’t stop growing until the age of 17. With that are the miles of neurons and synapses and microconnections, not to mention hormones, neurotransmitters and the immaculate voodoo of life. Love can potentiate a world of hurt to the already unsettled foundation that is normal mentation. So be very, very careful.

Fran Lebowitz perhaps said it best.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a drug. It distorts reality, and that’s the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

The fog of love. That’s a fascinating concept. Someone you really saw. Something like the love is blind idea. The notion that you can’t see what’s in front on you. It’s camouflaged or occluded by love. The haze and fog of love. Almost like it’s an illusion

Marriage is the leading cause of divorce. Laugh all you want, Sparky, this is serious and not a joke. From Romeo and Juliet to Fatal Attraction to O.J. And Nicole to Adam and what’s her name, love destroys and devastates. It’s serious stuff.

And we love it. Now her comes the sermon.

The Fundamental American Con of Voting and Choice

“The reason they call it the American Dream is because you have to be asleep to believe it.” St. George the Prophet

Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Listen and read carefully. I’m saying unequivocally that voting — and I’ll make it easy by sticking with national and federal elections — is a complete and absolute waste of time. Have you ever seen those kiddie can seats that as equipped with a steering wheel? Baby thinks she’s driving. It’s pacifying. It cements the illusion of control. The same baby when crying can be distracted by jiggling keys. As young folks we run for student council. Why? Primarily to suck up and play the obeisant and obsequious, fawning ass kisser, the bootlick and toady. Padding the old c.v. But we sorta believed that there was a bit of power in these make-believe tribunals. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama-REPEAT. Do you see any difference? You shouldn’t. Because there is none. Not in the least. AL or NL. It’s still baseball. Two sides of the same phony coin. Diet Coke or Diet Pepsi. McDonald’s of Burger King. Do you think these are choices? Viable, actual, real, palpable ad tenable choices? That’s the illusion.

It’s a work. Look, take my city New York. It voted in Bill de Blasio because of his son’s Afro. I swear that’s the only reason I can figure other than Weiner imploding and Quinn, well, who knows. As New York braces for an LIRR rail strike Friday, Billy’s off to Italia despite the potentially critical and crippling political optics. Cue Mario PerilloThat’s why I always vote for me.

I always vote for me. I voted for Obama the first time. I bought into the con. And look, I mean McCain-Palin?! Say no more. But I was conned. Barry was the biggest sellout and disappointment bar none. Wall Street loved him. Globalists loved him. And Obamacare? Written by the insurance industry. How beautiful is that? These guys make the Gambino crime family look like the Junior League. And with his trained barking seals in the Ted Baxter sock puppet media promoting the con, it was beautiful if it wasn’t so deceptive. So, after Obama I write my name in for all general elections. Mayor, POTUS, Governor? Me. Lionel. That’s my vote and I know what I’m getting. I do vote, St. George notwithstanding. I just vote for me.

The Thought Vigilantes Strike Again

“If you believe that your thoughts originate inside your brain, do you also believe that television shows are made inside your television set?” (Warren Ellis)

Well, now you’ve done it! This is Sean Bergin. For reasons that no one will ever know he decided at the end of his report to opine that the reason for crime is overlooked and ignored. To wit: “The underlying cause for all of this, of course: Young black men growing up without fathers,” he argued. “Unfortunately, no one in the news media has the courage to touch that subject.”

Causation. This is a critical issue for me. I’m a stickler when it comes to causation versus correlation. You can’t blend, merge and confuse the two. They’re absolutely different concepts. Marihuana doesn’t cause heroin addition but most addicts started out twisting a fatty. Italian-Americans comprise the LCN but most are not in the Mafia. You know the drill.

A swing and a miss. To be sure, the general subject of crime encompasses a host of contributory factors, but causal? That’s a tough one to prove so let’s get this out of the way. Fatherlessness doesn’t cause crime. Marriage doesn’t cause divorce.

The thoughts are anything but extreme. But you’ve invariably lived under a rock if you’ve never heard a number of African-American notables opine anent the destruction of many the urban family. Bill Cosby has railed against it as well as Alvin Poussaint, Thomas Sowell, Cornel West or Oprah (who discusses the very subject here), just to name a noble few. Now, ask yourself what would happened in the same point was advanced by Clarence Thomas, Thomas Sowell or Dr. Ben Carson, what would be the result? And whether the rule is that one must be a member of a particular demographic to weigh in on said demo, whether he must be credentialed and degreed or, in the case of news outlets, opinions other than what a beautiful day it is are eschewed — who knows? The point is that most probably out of the Pavlovian and patellar response to anyone suggesting a racial component to a societal concern, some corporate type said no way and decided to reel in Bergin whilst they assessed the problem, damage and exposure. That’s the corporate M.O. The drill, the game plan.

Correct or explain. Don’t apologize. Don’t expect a rational approach such as a correction versus an apology. That ain’t gonna happen because that today would take elephantine huevos, guts and a backbone. Why just just announce that the reporter misspoke if he in fact did or cite a study or acknowledged opinion indicating that you didn’t pull this hypothesis or theory out of your arse on the fly. And can you honestly tell me that suggesting that there are paternity permanency issues in the Black Community is far-fetched? Why must it be construed as racist? When population demos show higher rates of hypertension and diabetes, we nod respectfully. You can’t wear your epidemiology badge without singling out populations by region and demo. So, please, assuming arguendo that Bergin’s statements were true or based on some data, why is its mention a suspending or firing offense?

Thought vigilantes. Note that I don’t refer to the thought police. Police are somewhat more organized. Theoretically. No, the thought vigilante is the problem. The self-appointed neighborhood watch crowd who polices on their own. And please don’t tell me that corporations have the right to fire an employee. For Chrissakes, Sparky, we know. But we get off on it. It somehow at times makes some of use feel better. Superior. More sentient and with it and aware. Instead of the thought vigilante. Which they are.

My Favorite Mispronunciations

No, wait. Lest you think ill of me or think this is some gratuitous reference to shock and incite, there’s actually a funny and true story around this that makes the point.

A friend’s mother had a most demonstrative Cuban accent. As is the case with the Spanish pronunciation, words that end in -ts ofttimes are pronounced as -s. You can see where this is going.

The story. On a crowded puddle jumper, small plane, pre-9/11 era, she implored the male flight attendant for “penis”! In fact as she explained, she hadn’t had a penis since Minneapolis. He looked down at his black garbage bag of apples and crackers (think criminal economy class) and thought this is going to be a tall order. I mean, he probably thought this mile high club was a myth. And the brazen demand for his man fixture!

So, imagine an entire plane getting sound both quiet instanter. And further imagine their relief when I stood up and announced to the horrified cabin that she wanted peanuts! I detail the story in my book.

Ah, the joy of language.

It’s more than priggish. There’s a side effect to precision. If you care about how words are pronounced you must also cringe when such is errant. And there’s so much to cringe about. Not to mention there are ranges of incorrectness from the cacoepy to the metathesis to regionalistic patois. Oh, the joy of language.

Pathological Self-Centered Narcissists & Selfies

Narcissistic personality disorder is a pervasive disorder characterized by self-centeredness, lack of empathy, and an exaggerated sense of self-importance and is seen every day by the organically pathetic who utilize social media to remind themselves that they exist, they’re important and beautiful and/or sexy and/or hot.

Look at me! When children develop they integrate their world with their person. How they’re connected and how they fit into their environment. The parietal lobe is a critical component in this integration. Then children connect to the world through play and attention and this cements the notion that they’re rooted and tethered to reality. That they exist and that they’re seen.

I poop therefore I am. The first time that kids hit the stage is when they control their bowels and enter the arena of the potty-trained. Why? Well, first and foremost is the attention and praise for exerting control. You controlled, you mastered and now a round of applause is in order. The circuitry is cemented. Applause. Clap for baby. Attention. In some that transmutes into clapping for another locus of control. Attraction, sexuality and power with concomitant control. But attractiveness in our evanescent world, where beauty and worth have shelf lives, must also be reminded and reinforced. Prior to social media and the smartphone camera and the immediate posting and uploading of gratification, you were lucky if you had a mirror and a healthy imagination. No more. It’s all here, my friend. Say cheese, all you Kardashians in waiting, wave at the monkey food exhibitionists, we’ve a high tech method to potentiate your incessant need golf approval.

Am I still here? The narcissist requires constant reaffirmation of not only presence but criticality and importance. Narcissism has as other subdirectories: vanity, self-aggrandizement and a pathetic need to be constantly reminded that they’re here and also — in so many cases — attractive, sexy and the elusive hot. Enter social media and the selfie. The go-to source for reaffirmation and a reminder that you’re still here. You never disappeared. Say cheese.

Psychology professor Jean Twenge noted in “It’s a Narcissism Enabler” notes the following.

In sum: Narcissism clearly leads to more social media use, social media use leads to positive self-views, and people who need a self-esteem boost turn to social media. It is less clear whether social media directly causes narcissism, at least in the short term. With narcissists having more friends and posting more frequently, however, social media sites are clearly influenced by those high in narcissism at a rate higher than their fair share. And that’s just the way they like it.

 

Bitching & Moaning In 3/4 Time

“Life is hard; it’s harder if you’re stupid.” The Duke

The beloved meme. hive me the meme, the theme, the angle, that’s all I need. In this contribution, please find the immaculate miscellany. Appearances and thoughts, ideations and observations.

Reality is like a card store. You go to the section for the thought and feeling you want. We look to be affirmed, bolstered and reassured. We just want to have our worldview validated and ratified. That’s all. And that’s why I’m here. To destroy myth and obliterate political folklore. I smash consciousness into smithereens. Or something.

You’re welcome.

This was a fascinating concept in television. While the format may seem familiar the delivery platform of HuffPost Live was anything but. Extremely interactive and participatory; this is the template.

Kvetch 22. I love to complain. The indictment. The bill of particulars. The gravamen of my discontent. Let’s face it, who wants to hear an exhaustive list of smiley smiley crap. Let’s cringe in union.

I join the inimitable Errol Louis and Gerson Borrero. New York speed, New York paced on NY1. The institution. Subbing for my old pal, Curtis “Rock Sliwa. This is a New York mainstay.