Cities - the favourite habitat of humans (Therapsida:
Mammalia: Primates: Hominidae: Homo
insapiens) where these filthy (naked/dressed) apes can get jobs, food, clothing,
entertainment to appease their inner mental hells, shelter, etc. much easier,
amongst other things, and above else some sex which may or may not eventually
lead to their maximizing their genes (i.e., fucking for reproduction purposes)
- are full of shit.
Some cities have their crap over ground on the streets, others
underground, many both ways.
If underground, with the help of water currents dumped shit is pushed around and
through a complex labyrinth of pipes and tunnels until it reaches rivers,
lakes, seas and oceans. Those cities that have wastewater treatment plants in order to “filter” people´s crap out of the water still
have to deal with the leftover shitty muds (full of heavy metals) from the process of water treatment.
Curiously, proud people that live in such cities, especially vampire politicians, often brag
about their wonderful systems of getting rid of their crap when talking to
folks that come from less privileged countries.
Modern humans, deeply buried and under pressure by their own shit, because of environmental reasons, and/or chasing big bucks, have turned building wastewater treatment plants and
everything else that has to do with them into big business.
But it is also a business that lends itself to be infiltrated by the dirty filtrations of the narcos to do some money laundering.
Anyway, all in all, no matter what and whichever way you want to look at it, this thing still comes down to shitting
the water by humans and then “cleaning” it to
drink it afterwards.
Well, ecologically speaking, humans are fucking stupid!
In a nutshell, it is a fact without any question that
where you find humans in large numbers, you will always get tonnes of shit too
for sure.
Now, folks, the emergency exit: when you have to go, you gotta go!
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In 1997, drug users in the USA spent $50 billion on illegal drugs, $30.8 billion
of which will be on the “dandruff of the gods” (cocaine)
alone, according to Chun (1997)´s report.
And since the number of drug users keep going up all
the time, it is not surprising that a few years later the amount of money
wasted on illegal drugs has increased too.
Thus, in January 2012, the U.S. White House Office of
National Drug Control Policy (ONDCP) reported that the total consumption for the
four most popular illicit drugs (cocaine, heroin, marijuana, and
methamphetamine) from 2000 to 2010 has
skyrocketed to $100 billion.
Go ahead and read the U.S. White House Office of National
Drug Control Policy (ONDCP) (2012)´s report: What America’s Users Spend on Illegal Drugs: 2000-2010. Click here.
Now the big question is: Where the fuck goes all of
this illegally-derived money?
As you can imagine, the Lords of the Planet have conveniently
set up plenty of washing places to do their dirty laundry (i.e., tax havens).
So that the rascally washed money somehow, somewhere
and everywhere, becomes the main wood that keeps the fucking XXI century´s economic
machine going.
By Gundhramns Hammer, Yudit E. Ruíz Sánchez & Blanca I. Ruíz Sánchez June 12, 2017
Nowadays, almost everyone knows what a bank is. Some people hate them, some people love them. It all depends which side you are standing on and/or whether winning or losing out of your bank-deposited money bag which is ultimately derived from screwing up Mother Nature somehow, somewhere along man´s economic line.
Although banks might tell you millions of times they are there to help you, by now most of you out there know what they are for.
Any bank´s goal is to make more money out of your money or someone else´s money, besides having some siphons stuck here and there in the mudto fatten up itsvaults, if it can get away with this. As simple as that.
But what most people don´t know is what a bank does with your money or any depositor´s money.
Although today´s banks makeannual reports available to the public, these don´t tell you jack of what is going on at the bank´s gut level.
No bank will ever tell you, for example, that it is screwing up the environment with people´s money somewhere around the world at any given time.
Unless caught with their crap in their hands, banks will always paint wonderful and rosy scenarios for various reasons: To keep their money-laden ship afloat, to hide their blood sucking, to continue loan sharking, to keep catching the public´s money, etc.
When it comes to humans, they will never cease to amaze you. For example, in economics, some sneaky humans find ingenious ways to do heavy duty illegal activities.
These activities are characterised for being able to undergo shapeshifting anytime and anywhere. So they can take many shapes.
For example, they can go from phantom "green" industries in tax havens, building unnecessary dams in order to launder massive amounts of money (narco-dams), all the way to building cable cars for tourism (narco-cable cars) in lax law countries or setting up cruising industries in tax havens to move about rich tourists around the world but also with other ideas in mind, doing money-laundering at the end of the line, in which case these cruisers would be better called sophisticated narco-cruisers.
And this is just the tip of the iceberg.
If you passed this iceberg through a giant X-ray machine, you would surprinsingly find that even some charities may be used by crooked people to do monkey businesses.
Here is a report on this. Unfortunately, you will no find the names of these kind of "charities" on this report.
Nevertheless it is a start for your trip of getting to know much better the crooks in the world.
Julie and Matt Pedoski were rich. Immensely rich. Rich and bored to death. They were always finding fucking stupid ways to spend their "hard-earned" money on useless things.
They "had invested" a lot.
Yeah!
What they had was had in secret from those secrets that are the secrets of those full of secrets who know how to secretly make huge amounts of money dealing with secrets under the table where all the dirty secrets for making money are kept secret.
How?
By "investing" in dark matter in secret.
In other words, this means that their hundreds upon hundreds of strings of phantoms firms in a dirty universe full of strange strings and which were set up in various tax havens to push truckloads of forbidden green fruits into these secret tunnels to get them fully ripened on the other side never stopped pumping washed money into their Swiss secret account.
Not giving a fuck about anyone else on this Earth, they were living the "grand life" in a world where millions of poor people are literally eating their own crap or someone else´s crap to barely manage to stand up to wait out another day until the Parcae come after them.
The Pedoskis had played the name of the game following closely the game according to the rules of the game set up by those who made up the game to live off the global economic game.
One day out of the blues, Julie Pedoski decided she was going to take a month long trip.
But she said she would not go alone.
She wanted to take someone very special along. Not her husband, of course, someone who although fed her as of lately was never ready to shoot what he had not shot in quite a while.
Who was then?
She took her widowed grandmother with her, an old bag who was as hot as a potato recently taken out of the microwave oven.
Off they went. For a whole month.
Like albatrosses, they wondered up and down the wide oceans on a fancy ship.
A floating city, that is. Actually, a floating bordello on many ways.
And also, a floating matter sometimes carrying dark matter.
During four weeks, both women wasted money visiting the main metropolis of the world and took millions of pictures to take back home to show off to their nosey friends.
Time went by quickly. Before they knew they were already back. Back to their usual boring hole.
But for a few days, so they thought, they had seen the stars. They had felt as if they had had a long intergalactic voyage.
And in a way they did. Well, at least her grandma.
Except for her complete tan that make her look like a roasted two-legged hot dog, Julie came back the same, bored and tired like hell.
Not her grandma. Mrs. Rubia Buttoski got off the floating fandango unusually happy, carrying a big smile on her prune face.
Such a long trip on a cruise ship, which by the way was named "The Sea Caressing Beast", had revived Mrs. Buttoski´s dusty candy factory.
Someone on the ship had swept the spiderwebs off Mrs. Buttoski´s old pantry.
On her cruise, she had met someone who knew how to bake his rolls in her hot oven.
The man, a man who some people say he was not a man but someone who looked like a man - a shapeshifter alien, was certainly no Captain Kirk trekking like mad all the galaxies on a starship Enterprise.
But in the Far East, on its wild and dark side, this fake man had picked up a few human tricks to take old ladies on a short trip on his winky dinky shipto the end of the Solar system. At least.
It happened more than once.
At warp speed, he got her once, twice, many times around Jupiter and before she knew, not only her but both were spinning like crazy seen blasting quasars.
And like a star going nova, the fucking thing popped!
After pressing and compressing the matter under their matter on the matter that only mattered at the time that was happening this matter, it happened that the Big Bang that never happened got to happen to make both of them finish the line with twitching hearts way out of the orbit.
No wonder Rubia Buttoski was still spinning around Jupiter, seeing the long gone stars of the encounters she had not seen in a long time, when she got off the monster cruise ship.
What neither Julia nor Rubia, the same the rest of passengers swinging the swing of life on the fucking ship, realised was that the cruiser really was a nova full of shit.
Cruise ships are sort of novas full of shit.
An earthbound nova, exploding and contaminating the ocean with billions of gallons of people´s shit each time it goes on a cream whipping trip.
And even if they knew, most likely they would not give a fucking shit about it.
How could they?
They were too fucking hard to bring about to truly see what they must see so that they children will still have something to see in the sea.
Moreover, going beyond that point: To feel a heart to heart connection with It and the whole planet.
Ecce the big problem!
If humans (Homo insapiens) do not take care of the living sea, soon there will be nothing in the ocean to see.
We must understand that our lives basically depend upon what we do not see.
For example, take the oxygen, an element precious to our lives, which is given off freely by land plants and the aquatic phytoplankton.
So, why wait until it is too late?
Folks, this is not a Mrs. Buttoski´s whipping matter.
Cruise ships dumped over one billion gallons of sewage into Earth’s oceans this year, according to a report by Friends of the Earth. Although modern ships are innovating and finding ways to cut back on the amount of waste released, the industry still has a long way to go. RT’s Lindsay France takes a look. [RT America]
Video 1. Cruise ships dumped over one billion gallons of crap into the ocean in 2014. Uploaded by RT America.
Mon Capitaine, this matter of mega-crapping into the ocean by cruise ships, for example, is a deadly matter, isn´t it?
Oui, mon ami. It really is.
The ocean was not meant to be a dumping site for our shit.
Besides, it is fucking stupid to shit on your own face.
In the long run, is fucking up the ocean not shitting on our own faces?
Quite!
Eons of time have gone by and throughout this time marine creatures have done a marvelous job at keeping the ocean clean, alive.
It is only us, humans, the "sapiens" beast, that are making a cesspool out of the life giving ocean.
How fucking stupid!
So, mon ami, what can you say to this awfull matter of cruise ship shitting business?
For today, mon Capitaine, only one thing:
Fuck!
Mon ami, make it double fuck!!!
Disclaimer:
All persons in this post are fictional and
any resemblance is a coincidence.
There was a
time when economics was real eco-nomics, like in the Greek root oikos, home, habitation or a dwelling place; a simple household
management.
The invention of agriculture changed all of that. As time went
by, we kept working at it, elaborating more and more sophistacated weapons, transforming the simple into a more and more complex system until we got to the point where we are now, with satellites in space, nukes and laser weapons to shoot our neighbours, amongst other invented things, and an ecological mess in our hands below. But this complex system of our own making is now backfiring. We have not been considerate towards our Mother Nature at all. Instead we have become Naturefuckers. Because of this, we are now eating our own shit. But sadly, we are making other earthlings eat our shit too (Video 1).
So... Today is more a matter of ego-nomics than eco-nomics because
those "folks" (ETs?) who control the real eco-nomics have gotten too carried away, have
become extremely sophisticated in human and nature blood sucking, mind-boggling and
fucking greedy, even screwing around on top and under the same fucking bed with the mafia.
They are out
there not to help you but to grab your hard earnt eco-nomics.
And to make
things worse for your eco-nomics, our “democratic” governments, supposedly
there to keep a fair balance, to keep at bay those that want to fuck you,
instead of defending the rights of the people ("the public"), they take sides with these
peoplefuckers.
Who are
these peoplefuckers?
You know
them damn well. They are the greedy “bankers”.
No wonder some people call them “banksters”. Where the fuck did they get started?
Some
historians tell us that this damn banking thing got started in Babylonia, with
the “snake people”. The same lineage of usurers which Jesus Christ used to call
“race of vipers”, because some of these had viper-like faces. They may have
been human-serpentoid alien hybrids.
But no one
knows where or when this blood sucking business will end. The when will only
happen with man´s end, obviously.
In the meantime,
bankers have become our boogeymen. We let them. And not many people can stay away from them!
They are
everywhere! Anyone who wants to tango with them is bound to become part of their grand "economic" cake. After all, "economic development", as they understand it, means debt. And a lot of fucking up Mother Nature to piecestoo. What a bubble! Heavenly when everything is going well and hellish when it bursts! What a cycle! And whilst dreaming and daydreaming, and being made to dream their dream so that your dreams can make their dreams come true when they are chasing their dreams of hidden agendas, almost everyone is now getting on their fancy bandwagon.
In many
parts of the world, with the excuse of “development”, even the poor are getting
wrapped in their banking veil.
So much so, for example and not the only example, that the founder (Father Marcial Maciel Degollado) of the Legionares of Christ, a Vatican´s religious Order, said once: “Poor
are good business”, referring to that by extending microloans ("microcredits") to thousands of
poor people to get them “developed”, to put an "end to their poverty", which is indeed a good idea, you can eventually fill up your coffer, like
ants in an anthill.
How clever!
Hmmm.... What happens
if the peasants cannot pay the microloan back?
The money
lenders end up with the collateral, usually the peasant´s piece of land or home.
Mon dieu, mon Capitaine! It turns out to be a silent land grabbing and people do not even realise they
are slowly being taken over!
This is on a
small scale, mon ami.
But these
boogeymen, mon ami, also do it on a grand scale, targeting whole countries. And from here
the entire world, their most cherished goal.
Mon Capitaine, they are almost there!
Yeap, mon ami! Although they still need to
hone their tools here and there to reach their beloved planetary goal: Owning
everything and everybody.
Right now,
they are experimenting with Greece galore.
Greece has
become their ego-nomics laboratory.
What Greeks
thought they had, it really had them. And who had them is now collecting the
collateral: The land, infrastructures, mines, human cattle herds, etc.
Fuck!
Who will be
next? Only God knows it! Truly!
Anyway, mon ami, a lot has been written about
Greece´s “debt crisis”. Perhaps too much, as a way to cover the grains with
piles of chaff.
Taking this
“debt crisis” from a different perspective, how about reading a little bit
more about Greece´s own boogeyman?
Now, don´t
you get too carried away and confuse what they want you to confuse with what
should not be confused in this confusing matter.
It is all up
to you where you go from here.
Or perhaps
should we say, where they will take you from here.
But beware!
Don´t let your own eco-nomics fall in the hands of the masters of ego-nomics!
Furthermore,
don´t you yourself become an ego-nomist!
We all live
in a finite world and it is about time to turn the tables around for the better.
And in the
end, down deeply, they are not better because you are not better. They can only
be better if you are better.
You are the founding
stock. Remember that!
Be better!
For everyone around you! References Cassis Y. & Cottrell P. (2009). The World of Private Banking. Co-Edited by Pohle Fraser M. & Fraser I.L. Ashgate, Farmham, Surrey, England. 302 p. Douzinas C. (2013). Philosophy and Resistance in the Crisis: Greece and the Future of Europe. Polity Press, Cambridge, UK. 234 p. Mitsopoulos M. & Pelagidis T. (2011). Understanding the Crisis in Greece: From Boom to Bust. Palgrave Macmillan, Basingstoke, Hampshire, UK. 268 p. Mullins E. (1992). The World Order: Our Secret Rulers. Ezra Pound Institute of Civilization, Stauton, VA, USA. 299 p. Smith P. & Thurman E. (2007). A Billion Bootstraps: Microcredit, Barefoot Banking, and the Business Solution for Ending Poverty. McGraw-Hill, New York, NY, USA. 233 p. Vradis A. & Dalakoglou D. (Eds.) (2011). Revolt and Crisis in Greece: Between a Present Yet to Pass and a Future Still to Come. AK Press, Oakland, CA, USA. 352 p.
