“Give me control of the nations money, and I care not who makes the laws.”
Mayer Amschel Bauer Rothschild, Godfather of the Rothschild Banking Cartel of Europe.

January 12, 2009 – The United States Congress, and the Goldman Sachs Gang, just scored the biggest heist in history. A $750 Billion dollar heist. Wow, that’s the biggest score I can remember since the Purolator Security Company heist in Chicago, back in 1974.

That’s right!  Everything is on the chopping block.  Your life, your unalienable rights, your property, your money, your land, your food, your water, your energy, the constitution and our very sovereignty, are for sale to the highest bidder, or the money changers.  As far back as the middle 19th Century, the wealthy and the powerful (Rothschild’s, Rockefellers, etc.) have been trying to strip America of its wealth and its resources and take control.  America has been for sale for a long, long time and the money changers found willing accomplices in the government. 

January 12, 2009 – With the meltdown of the American economy, what better time to ask: Can libertarianism come to the rescue? Perhaps the most interesting statement in the Wikipedia discussion of libertarianism is that “There is no single theory that can be reliably identified as the libertarian theory, and no single principle or set of principles on which all libertarians would agree.”

Nevertheless, I think it is fair to say that libertarianism includes the belief in economic freedom that emphasizes removing corporate subsidies and other favoritism to special interests and provides maximum freedom to individuals to pursue financial success and security.

The heated debate about global warming has suddenly cooled off. It’s no longer between the fanatic adherents of global warming (AGW’ers: Anthropogenic – human caused – Global Warming adherents) and the more sober minded so-called “deniers.” It’s now between the warmiacs and Mother Nature, and she’s winning handily.

If you doubt that take a look a national temperature charts that show below-zero temperatures as far south as the nation’s lower mid-section, a blizzard in Las Vegas and snow in New Orleans and  fire-ravaged Malibu and all happening before winter really sets in.

We are well into a major Recession and I think most people are betting on the stupidity and cupidity of our nation’s leaders, elected and appointed, to ensure that it happens. One need only look at previous efforts to effect some control over the economy while, at the same time, running it into the ground.

From the day — August 15, 1971 — that President Nixon took the nation off the gold standard, detaching the dollar from the enduring value of gold, America became a place where the dollar was worth whatever anyone thought it was worth. It’s a lot like those holiday and post-Christmas sales where a sweater priced at $50 prior to the onslaught of the financial meltdown was priced down to $15. Same sweater, different value. Two suits, one free was the offer of a local retailer. 

It’s the morning of January 11, 2009. I saw a movie last night, and today I feel like the main character in the film. Walter is a veteran of the Korean War, just buried his wife of 45 years, has no relationship with his two grown, married sons, and doesn’t know his grandchildren – all of who are waiting for him to croak, so that can get what’s theirs – or his. He hates, ‘Zipperhead’s, ‘Gook’s, ‘Slopes’ and ‘Buddha-heads’. He has no tolerance for most ethnic peoples – including 3 ‘spooks,’ with whom he has an altercation, while defending his next door neighbor – a ‘Gook.’ I didn’t sleep well.

The year is 1972, and life was simpler for my wife and I. We lived in a small, third-story walk-up at the far Northern border of Chicago, in Roger’s Park just before the bend that took us past Calvary Cemetery leading into Evanston. Our bedroom window overlooked the parking lot of the next complex, with a view of a beach the shore of Lake Michigan. Each weekend, we could go down to the beach, and the Hare Krishna’s always had a pot of free ‘veggie stew’ to offer. They had taken over a massive old apartment building called ‘The Yacht Club,’ which was at the south end of the beach. Later that year, we bought our first home.