the luminous path career from Maoist startup Inc., to the tops of Goldmine

Many are talking that that former chief of Yourope, Mr. Manual, by his entering the Goldmine Sax, is corrupted, and that this is shameful.

But imagine… who on earth enters on his free will a Maoist outfit outside China? Even the Chinese do not have such an  outfit any more. So, are they lunatics, to join such a group? Surely some are, but as we see ,this is more a small outpost where one can make a career. The sendero luminoso, a luminous path as the Maoist outfits were called in Peru. Maybe the lunatics who joined this  Maoist Inc,were just career seekers pretending to pretend on pretending God knows what, but for sure they were thinking about the Career rise.As all the revolutionaries do,career comes first, always.And also  controlling, as proxies,the few complete lunatics which have joined for some ideological reasons the outfit. People who say that this is shameful, or corrupted, are all wrong. A man must start building his career from somewhere and slowly advance on the Corporate ladder. And what is best and more challenging to start it in some forsaken Maoist Inc,a  forsaken StartUp firm, check the other lunatics which have joined it ,and slowly, first became a socialist, and so on, to  the top man of Yourope, and straight in the arms of daddy Goldmine? The Manual at its best. And also very keen on Austerity, Bail in or Bail out, on rising debt spread at the time in office,the invention of PIGS , the Greek Guinea Pig Experiment, and all the…….. putting in place of the giant money vacuum cleaner which sucks up the debt to the goldmines….

and here Witchdoctor woke up. What strange thoughts one has while dreaming….

 

The Pinball machine Wizard of Oz

Somewhere in the middle of DownTown alley rises a high building. It is the Trotter Empire Building. To the older reader it may ring a bell, to the younger no. Unfortunately, there is no APP enough smart to point at it. High in the mist, nobody sees it. When one takes a lift to the top and scrambles to the roof top, ther is an air vent coming from the flat below. On the door of the flat is a name, the Pinball Club. The Pinball Wizard lodge meets there. Don Corleone, which became, transmutating through years to a sir John Smith, a man with 36 white teeth engraved with diamonds: He presides the Meeting of the Pinball Wizard Lodge, the Pinball Charity, The Pinball Foundation, Pinball Construction, Pinball real Estate, Pinball Media, Pinball Bank ,Pinball Hedge founds, and the Pinball of Pinballs ltd, the not known father of all the Pinball Matrioska, legally residing in the Lost Island, somewhere in the Indian Ocean, or , since it is lost, someplace else…

John Smith was just starting, when Witchdoctor arrived near the air vent on top of the roof and put an ear to it;

Well,John Smith said to his fellow Bubbles, as the adepts of the Pinball Lodge are called, we know our Mission and in our foundations are deeply buried all those mislead individuals who did not understand it. Yes dear free builders, we have poured a lot of cement until now. And we have constructed and sold all this mostly empty assets- real estate- tou our Pinball Bank through our Pinball Construction unit, which are all there rising in value. We know nobody needs this real estate, but they are worth billions in our balance sheets,it is just a means to invent and inflate value and we leverage this through our Bank and Hedge Funds to our other brothers which sell, repack and sell back or buy out and so forth, as you know. Our Associates, the A will sell services to B, who will sell to C, D will service back, and so forth everybody is served, which is all well deserved.The Perfect Pinball machine.Some will need to put up some Operational Costs in all this free profit merry go round, so they will lease our buildings and put fancy names on them, to make it more real.

Now, lately we got in a minor drawback, because some idiot was pushing too hard some issues regarding the so called will of the people and there is a slump. But our fellow brothers from a Fractional Reserve Saloon are working on it. Soon there will be a new round of Mega Quantitative Easing coming our ways and we will start pouring cement all over.

And here sir John Smith paused. Witchdoctor pressed hard the ear on the air vent. There was some mumbling and commotion coming from below and a high pitched voice of sir John Smith shouted;

Who said we should rent this to the people in need ? There is no Santa Claus and we know it. This property is not for use, it is just for making money, it is for selling and buying only, take this adept on the roof,we have finally found the guilty party who will be our scapegoat. Now we can say that the Guilty of malpractice , full of remorse, has committed suicide.

Witchdoctor hastily flew over the Trotter Empire Building and left this all behind, just to tell this story.

this tale was deleted as a comment a few days ago in some big UK paper. It is happening all over, from Moscow to Timbuktu, and is passing through your village, right now.Even the tales are getting under way,in this O year, new Orwell Time

lets start at the end- the freedom of speech

Freedom of speech is a problem. Many places have none. And they live happily, as it seems. The problem lies in the fact, that many have nothing  to tell, really . Just noise, small things, waiting to get old.Making a stand is rare,today is even weird, people have nothing to tell anyway.

Well, the Masters ,at least here on Mars, know it and they act accordingly. They try to buy one or bully one or,even  eliminate. Normally they give/sell toys for passing time, or for making out of them a way of life.

Who said that; sometimes I get ideas I do not agree with?