|NOVEMBER OBSERVATIONS |
|11-28-2002||Happy Thanksgiving, for real.|
Reader John Rauscher of KC, MO relays the following message of warning:
PLEASE MENTION THIS ON YOUR SITE. THE MEDIA WOULD NEVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE
Have you noticed the relationship between the recent declines in the market
(the 4th of July & 9/11 anniversary declines) and the Nation's terror alert
status? The last two times the status went from yellow to orange the
The mood of the consumer is related to the stock market. A rallying or stable market means 'everything's fine so I can spend.' A dropping or unstable market means 'I better tighten the belt.'
Therefore, my theory is this:
The Government cannot and will not raise the terror alert level until at
least the end of the Christmas shopping season.
I think that it is very likely we will have a terrorist attack within that
Because the terrorists know how important this time of year is to our economy and it
is also one of our most vulnerable times as a society. Mass groups of
people all in shopping malls and department stores, parades, celebrations,
etc. Most of all, our Government cannot alert us to the possibility.
Plus, the Islamic Nation has declared a holy war against the West. The
Christmas season is centered around the heart of Western beliefs,
Christianity and more importantly, materialism.
Our administration recently gave a non-specific alert saying "Spectacular
attacks, mass casualties, and major economic damage." What they didn't do
is increase the terror alert status. BECAUSE THEY CAN'T!
My prediction for a date and type of attack is this:
The day after Thanksgiving driving trucks loaded with explosives into malls
of cities throughout the US.
Most people don't work on that day so they'll be watching football or
parades on TV (remember how much attention 9/11 caught and everybody had to
work that day) and the ones that aren't home are out shopping.
I'm scared and I'm not shopping on that day.
Who am I:
I am a 23 year old accountant. I have no positions in the stock market or
commodities. The company I work for is heavily dependant upon state
revenue. I stand to lose a lot if something happens.
Email John: ">firstname.lastname@example.org
Read Bin Laden's "Letter to America"
From a response to the attacks of September 11 by the Dalai Lama|
The Challenge that is placed before every thinking person today
The message we hear from all sources of truth is clear: we are all one. That is a message the human race has largely ignored. Forgetting this truth is the only cause of hatred and war, and the way to remember is simple: Love, this and every moment.
If we could love even those who have attacked us, and seek to understand why they have done so, what then would be our response? Yet if we meet negativity with negativity, rage with rage, attack with attack, what then will be the outcome?
These are the questions that are placed before the human race today. They are questions that we have failed to answer for thousands of years. Failure to answer them now could eliminate the need to answer them at all. If we want the beauty of the world that we have co-created to be experienced by our children and our children's children, we will have to become spiritual activists right here, right now, and cause that to happen. We must choose to be at cause in the matter.
So, talk with God today. Ask God for help, for counsel and advice, for insight and for strength and for inner peace and for deep wisdom. Ask God on this day to show us how to show up in the world in a way that will cause the world itself to change. And join all those people around the world who are praying right now, adding your Light to the Light that dispels all fear.
That is the challenge that is placed before every thinking person today. Today the human soul asks the question: What can I do to preserve the beauty and the wonder of our world and to eliminate the anger and hatred - and the disparity that inevitably cause it - in that part of the world which I touch?
Please seek to answer that question today, with all the magnificence that is You. What can you do TODAY, this very moment? A central teaching in most spiritual traditions is: What you wish to experience, provide for another.
Look to see, now, what is it you wish to experience - in your own life, and in the world. Then see if there is another for whom you may be the source of that. If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another. If you wish to know that you are safe, cause another to know that they are safe. If you wish to better understand seemingly incomprehensible things, help another to better understand. If you wish to heal your own sadness or anger, seek to heal the sadness or anger of another.
Those others are waiting for you now. They are looking to you for guidance, for help, for courage, for strength, for understanding, and for assurance at this hour. Most of all, they are looking to you for love.
My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.
|11-11-2002||The Future of Interest Rates|
REUTERS March 11, 2004|
The Federal Reserve announced that interest rates will be reduced a further .50 points to a minus 3.25%. Mr. Greenspan suggested that "full integration of economic disintermediation had yet to fully extend itself, but at this time most vectors were equally balanced." Markets reacted and the Dow dropped 1,327 points to 834.
|11-8-2002||The Wings are Melting|
One thing that is true about money throughout history is that every single fiat currency has eventually been inflated away into oblivion. The powers that be cannot help printing too much of it - the temptation is too great. The ability to print money is absolute power, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. The money starts out sound, with backing in gold. Then the gold backing is removed. The coins in circulation go from silver to copper clad. Spending increases on social programs and war. Sound familiar? The dollar is already history, but only a few have yet realized it. That the dollar is still functioning - it is one of the longest lasting fiat currency ever - gives us a sense of confidence, as though we have beat the system, figured it out, tempted the devil and won. Sound money is a thing of the past!
The Greeks had a word for this kind of confidence - they called it Hubris. The sin of pride before the fall. It reminds me of the story of:
Daelalus and Icarus
LONG, LONG AGO in ancient Greece there lived a genial maker of things, an inventor. He was named Daedalus. Once when he visited Crete, the king of that island, King Minos, locked him up in a tower that faced the sea. Daedalus managed to escape from this tower with the help of his son Icarus, but only to be caught and put in jail once again. Several times he tried to bribe himself onboard a vessel and escape, but he failed every time, for King Minos as a rule had all ships to be carefully searched when they left Crete.
Then Daelalus said to his son, "The king may control the land and the sea, but he does not control the sky. We can escape through the sky!" Daelalus asked his son to collect all the gull feathers he could find from the beaches on the large island and bring them to him. Daelalus then melted wax and formed two wing skeletons that he could fix the feathers to. Large feathers were fixed to the skeletal structure, and small ones were pressed into the wings.
When Daelalus had finished the wings, he put them on his back and rose high above the ground, to his surprise. As he flapped his wings, he soared through the sky. Then he made another set of smaller wings for his dear son. Even if these wings were smaller, they were much better constructed and looked more elegant
On a clear day Daelalus decided it was time to teach his son to fly. He told the boy to do like the birds, be graceful, and not beat the wings too much.
As Icarus put on the wings, he flew out above the sea, now rising high and then scoopng low like a child with a wonderful toy. Daelalus watched his son and called to him, "Son, it is time for us to try to escape. Stay by my side at all times and don't go too far. If you fly lower than me your wings may become damp from the fog and sea. If you fly much higher than me, the wax of the wings will melt in the heat of the sun."
Icarus told his father that there was nothing to worry about, and soon Daelalus and Icarus were flying high above the land. People of Crete watched in amazement and thought they saw flying gods. As father and son flew along above the sea and saw Samos and Delos to their left, Icarus got excited with the wind in his hair and began to beat his wings wildly. It made him rise higher and higher. Daelalus called to him, "Stop, you are going too high! Your wings will melt!"
But Icarus was too far away to hear him, and beat his wings faster and faster and got still higher. Daelalus tried to follow him, but his wings were much heavier, so he just could not soar as high as his son.
The sun began to heat the wings of Icarus, and slowly they started to melt. Icarus noticed the wings coming apart, but in his joy he kept on beating a lot. It brought him ever farther up toward the sun. But here the feathers dropped from the wings, and the boy plunged down and ended into the Aegean Sea. Daelalus looked for his son, but could not see him anywhere. He then looked down at the sea, and his heart broke when he saw many feathers floating on the sea. Daelalus dove toward them and picked out his son's body from the water, but it was too late. Icarus was dead. Daelalus carried his body toward an island and buried him there. The island is called Icaria in the boy's memory. Afterwords Daelalus flew to Sicily. There he made a temple. In it he hung the wings, and never wanted to fly again.
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|11-5-2002||Election Day Feedback|
Reader Tommy G. writes:
Amerika has become a third world country. Only the top 5 percent have a
stake in the action. Way too much corporate power.
"The revolution will come by ignoring the others out of existence."
- William Burroughs.
I spent two years in the peace corps and 23 years practicing law. I see a bad moon rising. EMINEM has appeal for a reason, the inane existence of most Americans, who work for the man every night and day,
while the man steals their pension and sends their jobs to Mexico.
1 in 6 children in poverty.
1 in 9 live in poverty
33 million without health insurance
and the beat goes on.
Our slums are breeding grounds for thousands of John Mohammedan. It will
A mathematician, an accountant and an economist apply for the same job.
The interviewer calls in the mathematician and asks "What does two plus two equal?" The mathematician replies "Four." The interviewer asks "Four, exactly?" The mathematician looks at the interviewer incredulously and says "Yes, four, exactly."
The interviewer then calls in the accountant : "What does two plus two equal?" The accountant says "On average, four -- give or take 10 percent."
Then the interviewer calls in the economist: "What does two plus two equal?" The economist gets up, locks the door, closes the shade, sits down next to the interviewer and asks "What do you want it to equal?"
|10-30-2002||An Education on Eminem|
Who is Eminem?
My feeling is that the majority of the readers of this site have very little idea of who he is, but there is a reason that you should be interested in him. Eminem is a rapper who appeals to the youth of this country, and who has the top selling CD in the nation this year, and he is very, very angry.
The songs he sings and the message he brings are expressions of extreme pain and negativity - he tells the story of growing up poor, ignored, the abused child of a single mother and his view of America. Born in 1972, his view of the country is shared by millions of his generation - the so called "Generation Y" - the second largest cohort after the Baby Boomers. Eminem thus gives voice to the feelings of millions of youth who were brought up under conditions similar to his own.
I ask you to read the lyrics to his song, "White America." Especially if you have kids - adolescents, teenagers - try to get an idea of why this poem has such appeal. Don't dismiss it as ridiculous, or stupid. These are words from the most popular CD in the country, and the demographic it is selling to is absolutely huge. These are the words your kids are likely listening to, or at least are exposed to in some manner through their friends & classmates. This artist has power, and a new movie coming out on November 8 will give him even more exposure.
America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so we're told...
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many motherfuckin' people who feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me/So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days/who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this/I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems/and now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now I'm dumping it on...
I could be one of your kids
Little Eric looks just like this
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf/but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now?
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them/that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope/waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot/shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckin' spokesman now for...
So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! I'm just kiddin' America, you know I love you...
It is angry. It is insightful. It is scary. Now, if you want to see something really scary, check out the video to the song. Click on the link below (Rolling Stone), then click on the link for the video. It will take you to another site which will require a quick signup, but it is well worth it! Play the video full screen, and imagine that you're a disillusioned kid (maybe your own) watching it.
White America Video
The theme is one of pure cynicism - commercialism, crime, the sad, hollow blank and empty faces of the youth, a nation at war, cities burning, an image of Uncle Sam saying, "I'll Kill You," the Declaration of Independence of the United States being torn apart, the ever present theme of machines of war..
In another of his songs, "Square Dance" he speaks frankly of the war:
...The boogie monster of rap, yeah the man's back/with a plan to ambush this Bush administration, mush the Senate's face in, push this generation/of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not like, this white hot light/that I'm under, no wonder I look so sunburnt, oh no I won't leave no stone unturned/Oh no I won't leave, won't go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there/oh yeah don't think I won't go there, go to Beirut and do a show there/yah you laugh till your muthafuckin' ass gets drafted, while you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen/till you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin, inside a package wrapped in saran wrap wrapping/open the plastic and then you stand back gasping, fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin'/all this terror America demands action, next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'/to join the army or what you'll do for their Navy. You just a baby, gettin' recruited at eighteen/You're on a plane now, eatin' their food and their baked beans. I'm twenty-eight, they're gonna take you 'fore they take me/Crazy insane or insane crazy?
Why do I bring all this up? Because something is simmering deep down in this country, and it will boil over. Just as the repressed 1950s led to the wild 1960s, the domination of corporations through the 1990s is causing a wave of resentment that is starting to bubble up. Kids have clear eyes, so it is easy for them to see the bullshit their parents (an themselves) have to put up with, working for the corporate man, kissing corporate ass. For what? The right to buy more worthless, material crap? The obligation to go to war over oil? No wonder they are angry - these things are not important. We all know it, it is only the youth who have the courage to speak up and say "something you might not like." This is where the anger is expressed - through art. Our government expresses it with weapons. And before this depression is over, the masses will be expressing it in the streets, as they bemoan the losses of their precious money, their life savings, their retirement dreams, their dream homes, and the privelege (which they thought was a right) to live like kings in the United States of America.
If you have kids, ask them what they know about Eminem. Listen to some of the songs. Then ask youself why it has come to this, and what can be done about it. Email me: email@example.com
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