by maestroe » Thu 16 Oct 2008, 06:54:22
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')Here's a simple analogy. Say you have 10 people that all have 10 seashells used for barter. You now give all 10 people 5 more shells. Each person now has 15 shells, but their relative "wealth" has not changed with respect to the other people. Now instead, you give one person 50 shells. That person is now quite wealthy in relation to the other people.
That is the power of the printing press, and the gov/bank complex is drunk with power. It is more powerful than a nuclear bomb, and it is also a "secret weapon" used to raid 401ks, pension funds and savings accounts without anyone even noticing. We of course were warned about this.
This is so true.
In my college years each year a fraternity had "cassino night" and it was a big deal, they rented a large theater and therein reproduced a casino in montecarlo complete with mediteranean theme. Hat check girl, cigars rteal bars, everything. for money they used poker chips spray painted in gold paint, and dominoes (big gold bars - 500 dollars) spray painted in gold paint. I was there three years. We always looked forward to it each year and people dressed up in real clothes and they had alcohol bars with stools, everything. The bars and real music looked like vegas.
First year I changed about 40 dollars in for chips and did well winning and increasing wealth and I could then bid on lots of prizes but they were sold out usually after the first hour, and I noticed the frat wives were the ones that usually outbid everyone--- hmmm. uAt first, the first few hours, money was scarce, then the wealth increased as the alcohol decreased and soon everyone carried 2 or 3 gold bars and a handful of chips, but now the money was worthless since the prizes were all taken by midnight.
The next year (year 2) I had saved my chips (I am smart, I went to college) I had some chips left over from previous year and began with quite a load of money which was an advantage. I actually bought one prize before they were gone. I could bet higher and win more oftern and people noticed me, though I was still a relative nobody. I saw some frat guys who managed the table just use some of the money, aha! That is why they wanted to spend the night watching the money, when they could have been partying! The bankers don't have to work for a living.
I saw the fraternity studs who controlled the money tables always had girls on their shoulders. I thought it was their status and looks, cause I was still a stupid sheep. I wished I was born a hot shot. (Common fallacy) the frat guys, I watched them after I ran out of money, and saw how they shmoozed and passed "tips" to beautiful women, and gave them special "deals" I was sucking in information fast. They would give a few chips to the hot new girls. I stayed away from them, though. Just watched. I'm sure they wouldn't talk to me. It fascinated me how some of these guys were stupid, and had flunked some classes it was funny how they had a cloud of beautiful women around them, I knew they were cheating so I had a plan.
I spent the next year getting ready and duplicating the chips and gold bricks exactly, they used a special gold paint, but I found after buying several gold spray paint's I could mix spray two common gold paints it was an exact match.
I bought several domino sets at a game shop and found the same poker chips and sprayed them all up. I made about as much money more as they had to begin with the prior year and I was ready.
When casino day came, I was there early and my first bought was towards the neat prizes. so I bid early and won whatever I wanted. I even bid on one thing I didn't want, because a wife of a frat leader was bidding on it. (This was foolish since it drew attention, but I loved her expression when she lost the bid, I bid her out of money! Like, "This isn't supposed to happen, we have all the money!" it was really cool. Then, wiht confidence, I pushed my hat back and started to work. (I was dressed like a texas oil man with cowboy hat. Iwent to every table, handing out tips and betting high, real high and loosing a lot and sinning some, and my stack grew higher and higher as I pulled more out of the pockets, everyone else thought I was extremely lucky.
Betting high and moving money is a geat cover if you are inflating the money system. I knew all the table chiefs knew I was a big better so they didn,t question my pockets full of money. They just assumed I was an exceptional gambler, which I was, I made the money the same way the bankers made it, I stole it.
Very intersetingly, the women began to come to ME! This was unexpected totally. Me who was insecure and had trouble getting a date had three of the most beautiful women following me around. I thought this was cool. I bought them drinks and gave them hands ful of mone y to go bet. Tips for being "mine". I was amazed.
The money is not power, the results of money is the power, I was dressed to kill in cowboy fancy clothes like a texas oilman. It was great when I saw a beautiful chick next to a stud, I siddled up gave tips and played hot and won more than he and shoved a tip and I would just stack more on the table as I lost and it looked like I won (No one kept count!) all they saw was lots of betting and my large stacks. And the girl follopwed ME! She knew who would give her an intersting evening. This is when I grew up and understood that life is a big game, and the bluff wins.
I burned through so much money so fast you could call me enron. I had to go out and come in many times with my pockets bulging.
The fraternity leaders werent getting the hot dates this year and everyone noticed me soon which was unexpected so I was limited in my money laundering efforts and I had to cut back, but no matter, the first effects still made me a chick babe magnet. So I couldnt even go in and out any more, wihtopu them eyballing me, and when one guy confronted me wondering why I went out all the time, and he asked me. And I looked at him and said "Fresh air" And I knew he knew and I knew that he knew that I knew, and I knew there was nothing he could prove or do about it. That was real power. From fake gold dominoes to real people controlling power in one easy evening, that is power.
I knew it was time to cool it, or they would limit me. No one questioned me because my status was extremely high and they would look like jerks falsly accusing me.. and they knew it. Now that is power. Them knowing what I know and me knowing they couldn't do anything about it. Kind of like GW.
By this time all the prizes were bought up and I outbid the cool donated prizes that the wives of these frat guys were always given , they did it to get the (nice) donated prices by local businesses. I remember one bid, I didn't even want it, but some lady was bidding on it and I just wanted her to loose. She bid so high I knew she was getting the chips from her frat hubby (would have cost 200-300 real dollars) but I just out\bit her. she lost the bid. That was a super sweet moment, I felt like Robbin Hood sticking it to the sherrif's wife. Nice.
I see now money is nothing, it is relative money that changes your STATUS it SURELY DOES.
It was INTOXICATING, I was a power broker, this was a real deal here, because to do what I did I would have had to have LOTS of money and the chicks knew it.
I just want to say, Sheap women are money magnets. When you go broke they disappear. but shoot, give them tips and they do their slut thing. Use 'em up and throw them out. the good ones would be at home, these kind take them while you can. Kinsd of like a dog, give them treats and they follow you everywhere.
Now, I do not advise a criminal lifestyle, in fact I posted this to say, I have to say sorry. I would not do it again, it actually, was stealing and if you are a frat brother whom I outstole, I am saying sorry! But then I would say, serves you right though. LOL.
(Doesnt change the fact they got what they deserved. That weekend I watched "the outlaw Jose wales" when it hit the theaters, and I was complete, one of the best nights of my life.
Yes I understand money. Fake worthless gold tinsel that night CHANGED MY STATUS for the rest of the school years, I was an elite, all girls knew it. Isn't it amazing ? Same thing with our paper, which is junk. As long as everyone wants it, power brokers will exist, and theives will exist and banker/inflaters will be there to pork the most beautiful sluts.
spray paint gave me power.
HA HA HA HA.
Anyway, I know now why these PTB are doing this.
They are asholes theives.
Banks exist for one reason, and that is to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in the sea of people and to give power (not money) to give power to a few thieves and robbers so they can have social power and beautiful women, and have the majority of the honest people be beaten into slavery. That is it.
Don't you wished you were me? I still get tempted to go back to there some casino night, but now I would be unprotected. Back then the crowd loved me and an accusation would bring down the accuser. Now, no one would know me, and they would just walk up and throw me out.
Sweet P.S., as I left I noticed they had WAY more chips and dominoes than would fit in the boxxes that they came in! And I never went back. And I know they all knew who did what afterward, and they still respected my knowledge of power after that, some say that was slick.
HA ha ha serves them right, those elite thieves were outthieved.
ahem.
Sorry, I apologize.
