Saturday Night “Humor While We Wait” posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot:  *The Trucker and the Witty Waitress*

One sunny morning, a rugged trucker strolled into a bustling truck stop café. His heavy boots echoed on the tiled floor as he made his way to the counter, where a cheerful blonde waitress stood, pen in hand, ready to take his order.

The trucker flashed a grin and said, “I’ll have three flat tires, a pair of headlights, and a couple of running boards.”

The waitress froze for a moment, her pen hovering midair. Was he joking? Or maybe lost? Determined to stay professional, she masked her confusion with a smile and chirped, “Coming right up!” before heading into the kitchen.

Inside, she found the cook, a burly man flipping pancakes like a pro.

“Hey,” she said, “there’s a guy out there asking for three flat tires, headlights, and running boards. Did we turn into an auto parts store?”

The cook burst into laughter, nearly dropping his spatula. “Relax, sweetheart. That’s just trucker lingo. Three flat tires are pancakes, headlights are sunny-side-up eggs, and running boards are strips of bacon. It’s their way of having fun.”

The waitress couldn’t help but laugh. “Got it. Truck-stop slang.”

She quickly got to work, carefully stacking pancakes, frying eggs to perfection, and adding crispy bacon to the plate. Just as she was about to serve the order, an idea struck her.

Grinning, she grabbed a small bowl, filled it with baked beans, and placed it on the tray. With a spring in her step, she delivered the meal to the trucker, setting it down with a big smile.

The trucker took one look at the bowl of beans and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?” he asked.

Without missing a beat, she smirked and replied, “Well, while you’re waiting for your flat tires, headlights, and running boards, I thought you might want to gas up!”

The trucker let out a hearty laugh that filled the café, catching the attention of other diners, who couldn’t help but chuckle at her quick wit.

From that day on, the trucker became a regular, and the blonde waitress earned her reputation as the sharpest, most quick-witted queen of the truck stop.

*Moral of the story:* A little humor—and a bowl of beans—can brighten anyone’s day!

Mot:  Truisum of Today 

Mot:  . First Thing to buy 

Mot:  .... What a shame! 

Some “Anecdotes While We Wait “ posted by Mot at TNT

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Young Guy Mocks Old Man … But His Reply Is Genius

Mot:  Remember to respect your elders!

A 71-year-old man made the trip back to his old college to take one last look around campus again before he settled in to retired life.

As he got to the campus he saw a young man studying hard, and the sight brought back memories. He sat on the bench beside the lad, but was surprised when the kid started spouting off at him.

“You old geezer. Your generation will never understand my generation,” the kid lectured. “You grew up in a different world. In fact, your world is almost primitive compared to mine,” the student said.

“Is that right?” the elder man said.

“The young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, microwaves. I can carry hundreds of books on a tiny chip in my cell phone. We have nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with light-speed processing, and,” he paused to take swig of beer.

The senior took advantage of the break in the student’s litany and said, “You’re right, son. We didn’t have those things when we were young – so we invented them. Now, what are you doing for the next generation?”

The student fell completely silent and all the people around them cheered!

He really told him!

************

Mot: "Are you absolutely sure it's going to be an extremely cold winter?"

It was autumn, and the residents of a remote Native American reservation were eager to know if the coming winter would be harsh or mild. Their new Chief, unfamiliar with the traditional methods of predicting the weather, couldn't read the sky the way the old chiefs had. Unsure of what to expect, he decided to take precautions. He told the tribe that the winter would likely be cold and advised everyone to gather firewood just in case.

As a practical leader, though, he wanted more certainty. So, after a few days, he decided to take action. He used a phone booth to call the National Weather Service and asked, "Is this winter going to be cold?"

The meteorologist on the other end replied, "Yes, it looks like this winter will be quite cold."

Relieved by this confirmation, the Chief returned to his tribe and ordered them to gather even more firewood.

A week later, he called the National Weather Service again and asked, "Will it be a very cold winter?"

The same answer came: "Yes, it will be a very cold winter."

The Chief went back to his people and instructed them to collect every piece of firewood they could find.

Two weeks later, he called once more. "Are you absolutely sure it's going to be an extremely cold winter?"

"Absolutely," the meteorologist responded. "In fact, it's expected to be one of the coldest winters on record."

The Chief, curious, asked, "How can you be so certain?"

The weatherman replied, "Because the Indians are gathering firewood like there's no tomorrow!"

Mot: . Meanwhile -- over in Florida!!! 

Mot:  . Parenting .........in a nutshell

Mot: A sad thing on getting older -

Sunday Night “Humor While We Wait” posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot: .......... “Your name and occupation?” St. Peter asks.

An elderly priest passes away and finds himself at the gates of heaven.

He joins a line of souls waiting to meet St. Peter and gain entry into the Kingdom of Heaven. Before long, it’s his turn, and there’s only one person ahead of him.

St. Peter greets the man in front and says, “Ah yes, state your name and occupation.”

The man replies, “Will Snicket, taxi driver from New York City.”

St. Peter checks his list, nods, and says, “Yes, indeed. Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of the Lord.”

The priest steps forward next, brimming with confidence.

“Your name and occupation?” St. Peter asks.

“Father Samuel, minister of the Church of God,” he replies proudly.

St. Peter consults his list and, after a moment, says, “Very well. Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of the Lord.”

The priest looks shocked and protests, “Wait a minute! I’ve spent my entire life serving the Lord. Why does a taxi driver get a silken robe and golden staff while I’m given these?”

St. Peter looks at him calmly and says, “My child, up here we work by results. When you preached, people slept. When he drove, people prayed.”

THE RULES FOR CITY SLICKERS TO ENTER WYOMING

1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.

2. Let’s get this straight; it’s called a “gravel road.” I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you’re going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.

3. They are cattle & feed lots. That’s what they smell like to you. They smell like money to us. Get over it. Don’t like it? I-25 goes North and South, Pick one.

4. So you have a $60,000 car. We’re impressed. We have $200,000 combines that are driven only 3 weeks a year.

5. So every person in every pickup waves. It’s called being friendly. Try to understnd the concept.

6. If that cell phone rings while a deer is coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don’t have it up to your ear at the time

7. You bring “coke” into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice. You bring “Mary Jane” into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.

OK, confession time. Before I posted this, because of my out of date, old fogie, life style, I called our child and asked what a “Mary Jane” was. I am SO afraid I will unknowingly post something dirty or offensive! For any of you other “so green ye could plant 'em” senior citizens....it is marijuana.

Mot:  Just a Bit of Insight into Raising the ""Wee Folks"" -- siiggghhh

Mot: Opal is a bit scary 

Friday Night “Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot: ...... Two old men are sitting on a bench in the park.

Two old men are sitting on a bench in the park.

A young, attractive girl runs by in a sports bra and shorts. One of the men smiles, and the girl comes over, asking, “Why are you grinning at me, you creep?”

The old man replies kindly, “I’m not smiling at you, I’m smiling because no matter how tough life gets, seeing pretty young girls in summer always makes an old man feel better.”

The girl, touched, kisses him on the cheek and jogs away.

The old man then turns to his friend and says, “3-0, your turn.

Mot: .............. until she finally broke the quiet.

Tim finally tied the knot with his longtime girlfriend, and after the honeymoon, he was back in his comfort zone—organizing his precious golf clubs in the living room. His new wife watched him in silence, arms crossed, until she finally broke the quiet.

“Tim, I’ve been thinking… now that we’re married, maybe it’s time you gave up golfing. You spend so much time on the course, you could probably sell those clubs for a nice bit of cash.”

Tim froze, clutching his driver like a lifeline, eyes wide.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned.

“For a second there, you sounded just like my ex-wife.”

Her jaw dropped. “Ex-wife?!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t know you were married before!”

Tim grinned. “I wasn’t.”

Mot: . Crafty She is!!! 

Mot: Just Sharing !!! 

Mot: Diary of a Blonde

Sunday Night “Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot:  A wife texted her husband:

"Hi, I’ll be late. Please cook dinner, wash all the dirty dishes, prepare our bed, and make sure the kids are asleep before I get back."

A moment later, she sent another text:

"Oh, and I forgot to mention... I also bought a bottle of BLUE LABEL PREMIUM SCOTCH WHISKY for you."

The husband immediately replied, "Really?"

She answered:

"No… I just wanted to make sure you read my first message."

Mot:  So he sat down and wrote a cheeky letter:

One evening, John invited his mother over for dinner. As they chatted and laughed around the table, she couldn’t help but notice his roommate, Judy, who was charming, witty, and undeniably attractive. For a while now, John's mom had been harboring a quiet suspicion about her son and his roommate, and watching them interact that night only fueled her curiosity.

Catching the inquisitive glint in his mother's eye, John finally leaned over and said with a grin, “Mom, I know exactly what you’re thinking. But trust me—Judy and I are just roommates, nothing more.”

His mother raised an eyebrow but let it slide, and the evening ended pleasantly.

A few days later, Judy approached John with a puzzled look. “You know that beautiful silver gravy ladle we use for special occasions? I haven’t seen it since your mom was over. You don’t think…?”

John laughed and replied, “I doubt it, but let me check with her just to be sure.”

So he sat down and wrote a cheeky letter:

“Dear Mom,

I’m not saying you *did* take the silver gravy ladle, and I’m not saying you *didn’t* take it. But the fact remains that it’s been missing ever since you came over for dinner.

Love, your son.”

A few days later, John received a letter back. His mother’s response was brief but razor-sharp:

“Dear John,

I’m not saying you *do* sleep with Judy, and I’m not saying you *don’t* sleep with her. But if she were sleeping in her own bed, she’d have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love, Mom.”

 ************

Mot:  a bit of Dating advice frum ole ""Mot"" of course 

Mot: .. Pregnancy Q&A

Mot: its how you say it

Mot: Dog walk……

“Diary of a Demented Snow Shoveler” Posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot:  Diary of a Demented Snow Shoveler

December 8 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and
the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by
the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down
from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses print. So
romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow
covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic
sight! Can there be a more lovely place in
the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I've
ever had!

Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again.

I did both our driveway and the sidewalks.
This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered
up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got
to shovel again. What a perfect life!

December 12
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a
disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry-
we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on
Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much
snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see
snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such
a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.

December 14
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night The
temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything
sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed
up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is
the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and
buried everything again. I didn't
realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling,
but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish
I wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4
Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2
extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants
a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think
that's silly. We aren't in Alaska , after all.

December 16
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my a** on the ice in
the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like h***. The
wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very
cruel.

December 17
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go
anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to
pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but
stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I
should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to
her. I hate it when she's right. I can't believe
I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20
Electricity is back on, but had another 14 inches of
the d*** stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all
day The d*** snowplow came by twice.
Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said
they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying.

Called the only hardware store around to see about
buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have
another shipment in March. I think they're lying.

Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done
and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more
inches of the white s**** fell today, and it's so cold,
it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes
to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I
had to p***. By the time I got undressed, p***ed and
dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to
hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of
the winter, but he says he's too busy.
I think the a**h*** is lying.

December 23
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0.
The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house
this morning. What is she, nuts?!!
Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago?
She says she did but I think she's lying.

December 24
6 inches - Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke
the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I
ever catch the son of a b**** who drives that snow
plow, I'll drag him through the snow by his b**** and
beat him to death with my broken shovel.. I know he
hides around the corner and waits for me to finish
shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100
miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just
been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas
carols with her and open our presents, but I was too
busy watching for the d*** snowplow.

December 25
Merry Christmas! 20 more inches of the d***
slop tonight - Snowed in.

The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. D***, I hate
the snow!

Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation
and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife
says I have a bad attitude. I think she's a idiot.
If I have to watch "It's A Wonderful Life" one
more time, I'm going to stuff her into the microwave.

December 26
Still snowed in. Why the h*** did I ever move here? It
was all HER idea.
She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze;
plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he
only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.

December 28
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The B------  is
driving me crazy!!!

December 29
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or
it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever
heard How dumb does he think I am?

December 30
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now
he is suing me for a million dollars, not only for the
beating I gave him, but also for trying to shove the
broken snow shovel up his a?. The wife went home to
her mother.
Nine more inches predicted.

December 31
I set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling.

“Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot: . I still have so many unanswered questions

I’m getting older, and it’s just hit me—I still have so many unanswered questions! Like, who *did* let the dogs out? Where's the beef? How do you get to Sesame Street?

Why doesn't Dora just use Google Maps? And why on earth do eggs come in a flimsy carton, but batteries are locked up in packaging tougher than Fort Knox?

Oh, and why can’t women put on mascara without their mouth hanging open? Why is the word “abbreviated” so long? Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavors, but dish soap has real lemons? Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?

 And why do we “put our two cents in,” but it’s only a “penny for your thoughts”—who's getting that extra penny?

Also, why do "The Alphabet Song" and "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" have the same tune? Why did you just sing both to check? And seriously, what *is* Victoria’s secret?

Now, before you think I’m a genius, I should admit—I got this from a friend, who borrowed it from her brother’s girlfriend’s uncle’s cousin’s baby’s momma’s doctor, who lives next door to my old classmate’s mailman. Your turn to pass it on! Peace! (Credit to the original mastermind!)

 Mot: . Oh My

Mot: . Ya Knows - I Might - just Might Need it ... but ~~~~ 

Mot: Earl is a fast learner

Mot: .. Been There - Done That!! ---need something sweet

“Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot:  The Curtain Rods

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.

On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle light, put on some soft background music and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar and a bottle of Chardonnay.

When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything cleaning, mopping and airing the place out.

Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned.

Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.

Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.

Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.

A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out and eventually even the local Realtors refused to return their calls.

Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.

She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.

A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home......Including the curtain rods.

************

Mot: .. Good Job 

Mot: . Truth be Known 

Mot: Clever he Can Beeeeee   

Mot:  with the Gas Prices so out of Hand!!!! 

Mot: . poor ole ""Opal""

*A Source Is A Source* By Dr. Dinar

From Recaps Archive

*A Source Is A Source* By Dr. Dinar

We've all heard the song "Whatever Gets You Thru The Night" by the amazing John Lennon. Combined with the talent of Elton John on backup vocals and piano, that song had all the ingredients, a recipe for a "win" if ever there was one.

After nearly a decade on this journey to the RV/GCR, it's pretty much come down to just that. Whatever it takes to help get you through the night and on to the next day. The next week... the next month.

To simply hang in there, especially during the toughest of times, when hanging in feels like the last thing you have the strength to do. Yet somehow we all have to muster the strength to hang in there and cross that finish line, shoe box full of currency held high.

Having received yet another email "update" pertaining to the latest going's on in Dinarland, I commented to a friend, a friend who has been involved in this thing even longer than I have, on how this or that Guru had lost not only their luster, but their believability as well. For me, anyway.

After years of hearing the exact same intel, post after post after post, there comes a point where the definition of insanity begins to weigh heavy on your mind. And you begin to question yours most of all.

Through the process of attrition, over time you begin to whittle away at your list of "sources" that you allow into your sphere of influence. And those that have earned a "No Access" pass. I know my List has dwindled to the point of not even needing a list. It's highly likely we all have trust issues revolving around this endeavor.

After all, it's been 8 years since we heard the UST was in lock down, cell phones taken away, eating pizza and sleeping on cots, no one allowed to leave until it's done. And try as we might to believe it, here we still sit, pizzaless.

Is this RV/GCR thing for real or is it just like your brother in law's second cousin's Barber told him it was from the very start. A scam, simply too good to be true.

Even though, deep down we all know in our hearts this RV/GCR thing is indeed real, I have a feeling that at one point or another we've all questioned our own sanity, wondering if "they" were right after all.

Her response to me concerning who to pay attention to and whose info to let go of wasn't a shock to me by any means. I've known all along that we disagree on whose source is right and whose is wrong. Which Guru is to be believed and which isn't. After all, they've all made predictions at one time or another and most are sitting with a 99.9% average. Unfortunately that's in the "wrong" column.

That's not to say that some of their "stuff" isn't true and correct. Chances are they all bring a nugget or two of truth in what they post.

But I wish you the best of luck in deciphering which is which and what is where. Especially at this point of the game, where nearly everybody is in "Zip Your Lips" NDA mode. Mostly because nearly everything that either has or hasn't happened isn't able to be verified, yay or nay.

Mostly because the Lamestream Media isn't a trust based point of reference. Between you and me, if I saw (or read) in the regular news that the sky was blue, I'd immediately make an appointment with an optician, in hopes of determining if I was indeed color blind or not because to be honest, the sky looks blue to me as well. And that would scare me. Like they say, trust but verify.

And if we can't trust the "normal" news, the next logical choice would be the "not so run of the mill behind the scenes" news sources. Which, to be honest, when someone labels them as Conspiracy Theorists, I tend to view them with even more credibility than their Nightly News counterparts.

That's not to say the Intel gatherer's, the so called Guru's, haven't played a very important part in all of this. Because I for one believe they're played an extremely important part in keeping 95% of us in the game.

Chances are very high that had we not had anything to chew on all these years, nothing to keep our flames burning brightly, many of us would have sold out and jumped ship long ago. So for that we are eternally grateful.

For those choosing to rely solely on a foundation based upon their own research, knowing the world will never survive on its current path without a complete makeover of the global economic infrastructure, the intel flowing throughout Dinarland won't play as large of a role in their hanging on.

But I have strong doubts that even for those "knowledge based" folks among us that the length of this journey hasn't at one time or another caused them to question their own belief structure in some way. It's only natural. After all, many "facts" are simply rumors repeated again and again.

Anyway, back to my friends response, which was nearly opposite to my thoughts. Meaning those Guru's that I no longer pay any attention to, she tends to rely on and vice versa. Not that she doesn't believe the few I pay attention to but she's more of an equal opportunity employer, choosing to believe they all bring something good to the table, in one form or another.

And while I don't share her opinion on some points, at some level I can't help but applaud her open mindedness. I wish I still held a bit of that brand new "it's goin' down tonight" feeling. I lost most of that on the way down to Jaded Avenue.

I'm sure there are many folks out there that can relate to this very situation. Not in agreement with their family or friends as to the who's, how's, what's and why's of this thing. Only in the knowing that it must happen. And without a doubt, the sooner, the better.

I say all this in hopes of letting everyone know that there are others out there that share your thoughts. Whatever they may be. That feel the same way you do. And that we're all on this amazing journey together, basically with one thing in mind. To reach the finish line, sanity intact.

So, whatever "source" it is helping you to remain positive, enabling you to stay in the game despite everything around you saying run, as fast as you can, in another direction, at the end of the day a source is a source. Unless of course... well, you know the rest.

Sincerely,

Dr. Dinar

Welcome To The Unknown Zone By Dr. Dinar

From Recaps Archives:  Well- here's to all of us who are frustrated, depressed and wondering if we are all idiots for believing in the RV/GCR........Maybe a little humor will help today . 

Welcome To The Unknown Zone  By Dr. Dinar

How on Earth can we still be here? And by "here", I mean on this journey. This journey to a place no one has ever been. To a destination that doesn't exist on any map. At least not on a map that we can purchase. Certainly not at our pay grade anyway.

Nope. Whatever is (or isn't) going on here, either in front of or behind the scenes, is rated GCRCO (Global Currency Reset Committee Only). Yep, like it or not, the GCR Committee has cranked up the Parental Controls to full on "No Peeking - No Speaking" mode.

Strictly a "need to know" basis and apparently, there must be a bit of confusion because for some strange reason, they're under the impression we don't need to know. Oh, if they only knew how wrong they are, I just know they'd change their minds. Well, I'd like to think so anyway.

As we eek into the supposed final stretch of this far too long, get rich not all that quickly, not quite overnight journey, all of the so-called "Sources" have basically clammed up. Shut down, zipped their lips, gone the way of the NDA and I must admit; the silence is deafening. And if left unchecked, a bit disheartening as well.

Sure, we continue to hear that everything's done, the Bank's are on RED alert, security is in place and this thing could pop at any minute. One minute it won't be; and the next minute, it will be.

That "suddenly", without notice, all of a sudden everything will change. That those of us fortunate enough to be aware of the GCR/RV opportunity will go from the "have not's" to the "have plenty's". But just how often can we continue to hear that same ol' stuff and still believe it.

Have we all been duped? Including the Banks! They've been hearing it for years, just like we have. At some point even those of us with the strongest of foundations wouldn't be frowned upon for at some point questioning our own thoughts. Our own beliefs. Our own foundations.

Yes, we did our due diligence, our own research. Otherwise why on Earth would we still be involved. But that alone can only be relied on for so long.

When I first jumped on board, even though we didn't know it at the time, things were oh so much easier. And by easier, I mean there were quite a few less "thing's" we had to keep our eyes on.

Back then the name of the game was RV. Simple as that. The RV of the IQD. All RV... all Iraq... all the time. That was it. Even the VND was just a faint rumor at best. Nothing worth paying any attention to.

All they had to do was oust Maliki, keep Sadr from following through on his dastardly deeds, let Shabibi take the reins, release them from the "Program" rate, pop their "deenar" up to the new rate and BOOM, we were done. Pretty simple, huh?

And when we saw the first hint of the sanctions against Iraq being lifted late in 2010, we just knew we were there. Next thing would be the removal of Iraq from the OFAC List. Add them to the WTO. Presto change-o, post it in the Gazette, declare their new fangled currency Internationally tradeable and we were done. On the bus and off to the Bank we would go.

But hang on there Dinarland, not so fast. Best to keep your hands, feet, as well as your camel in the corral. At least until this ride comes to a complete stop. Turns out there were still a couple more steps to complete before we reached the Station.

That was confirmed at the end of June, 2011, when all of Shabibi's promises went down the drain and we all hunkered down in the knowing that this thing was likely to drag out just a bit further.

Sure, we'd heard rumors of another train runnin' down the tracks. Luckily it was a different train, on a different set of tracks. Something called The Marshall Plan. But no worries. Once again, just another rumor. A rumor that we were assured wouldn't affect us. Stay focused, it's nothing we need to pay attention to.

After all, rumors were our bread and butter. We lived on 'em... we thrived on 'em. We'd already heard plenty of stuff from the "Sandbox" and all the Contractors in the "Green Zone" getting paid the "RV Rate", so we were quite accustomed to rumors never panning out. Good or bad.

Still we were told to fold our trays and return our seats to an upright position because we'd be landing very soon. And although the plane was continually circling, it was bound to land at some point in the very near future.

I mean a plane's fuel tank is only so large, so logically it can only remain in the air for so long. Problem is they somehow forgot to mention the plane was continually being refueled by a Tanker circling very nearby.

The rumors of another set of tracks began to increase, getting louder with every "Chug" of the train. Those "tracks", although they were initially running parallel to our track to prosperity, to paying it forward, to living the lives we all dreamed of, surely would never affect our track to the RV. Or would they.

Unfortunately we can all see now just how that original "plan" worked out. It didn't. And it was at that point that most of us began to pay more attention to all those GCR rumors and to the impact they could possibly have on us reaching our goal of a simple RV of the IQD any time soon. Maybe there was more to this thing after all.

While some of us might have originally taken this leap of faith, risking our entire everything, our future's, our relationships with family and friends, even our own sanity by jumping on board the Insane Train, with little to not a whole lot of prior research, that would be completely understandable.

After all, I would have to believe that when many of us first became aware of this here RV thing, we only had two weeks before it was going to "pop" and it could take a week or more just to receive our currency. So it was kind of a now or never, believe or don't believe, get in at your own risk kind of thing.

And so we jumped in, phone's always on, alarm clocks set for two weeks, readier than ready. But as the months and weeks continued to tick by, we began to do more and more of our own due diligence. Anything to prove, even if only to ourselves, that this thing was indeed real. And was really going to happen.

I dug deep and when I began to discover names like Haliburton being granted huge contracts, Citibank being offered the first Bank Charter, China signing contracts to build thousands of homes, and a huge laundry list of "biggies" all chomping at the bit to get a piece of Iraq, for reasons both known and unknown, I was convinced that this thing was real.

If "they" were so eager to pay to play, I knew I really wanted to be a part of it as well. Never having to look back and wonder "What if?"

As time went by I also began to realize that although the original intention of this whole RV deal was indeed a "behind the scenes", get rich quick scheme for the "Big Boys Club" as it were, that wasn't going to stop me from wanting a piece of the pie as well. In fact, it only added to my motivation.

Upon seeing that their plan wasn't working out as they'd hoped, yet they weren't in any hurry to "cash out" and walk away, further convinced me to stay. Oh no, they were in it for the long haul. Therefore, so was I. Right to the bitter end. As long as I still held one note, I'd be in it to win it.

If at some point I came to the realization that I no longer believed in what I've spent the past "far too long" believing in, then chances are very good I'd already be hanging out with Elvis, outside some random building somewhere East of the Las Vegas Strip wondering how I could've been so wrong. Questioning every thought I ever had pertaining to the validity of this RV/GCR thing.

But I'm not hangin' with The King. Not yet anyway. Nope, I'm still right here, right now. And hopefully I'll continue to be until I reach the finish line. Wherever and whenever that may be.

Okay, so yes, maybe the Banks have been told to be ready so they don't have to get ready to be ready for going on, I don't even know how many years now. So long in fact that I've basically lost count, which is a good thing.

And while I'd like to think that's all part of their "Boy who cried wolf until he was old enough to be put into an Assisted Living facility" Plan, chances are there was no plan after all and they are simply "wingin' it", making up the rules as they go along. Up against something so huge that there is absolutely no way to put a "date" on this moving target. And it has nothing to do with us whatsoever.

And while they might have timelines, deadlines, and "windows", not a one of them are cast in stone. Therefore they can all be stepped over, crossed and broken as needed. I have the distinct feeling they flip their own script quite often.

Either way, I don't think we're ever going to know for sure. In the old days I wanted nothing more than to know (after the fact) what was truly going on behind the scenes this entire time. When we thought they were "zigging", were they actually "zagging", and were they ever truly in control of the situation or was it just uncontrolled chaos at its finest.

Mellowing with wisdom gained through time and research, at this point I'm much more content to leave the unknown alone, looking forward to the future as opposed to deciphering the past. Any thoughts of Dinarland and this journey will happily be left in my rear view mirror. And might I add, not a minute too soon.

I'm more than anxious to be done and movin' on, getting my new life in gear. I have quite a bit of paying it forward I'd like to accomplish and there's no time like the present to get started.

They always said it would get crazy near the end. Well, the crazy part has been going on for over a decade, so I'm not too sure about when the crazy part actually started. Or when it will officially end.

They also mentioned that as we got closer, everything would go quiet. Not a peep, not a sound. I'm not so sure they thought that "sound of silence" would be NDA induced but whatever. I tend to believe that's our current stage.

It seems as if lips are zipped and not a word can be heard from in front of, nor from behind the scenes. Which, when you think about it, as agonizing as it may be, makes total cents. Ooops, I mean sense.

So, if at all possible, please do your best to enjoy the silence. I know it's not easy but relish the unknown. The middle ground between the not yet and the RV/GCR, between back screens and Teller screens, between the pit of rumors and the summit of fruition.

This is the dimension of imagination, the place we've dreamed of reaching for far too long. The time when all of our thoughts, our beliefs, our faith in our own due diligence will truly be tested like never before. It is an area which I affectionately call, The Unknown Zone.

All my best,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I a time traveler from the Twilight Zone. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

“Humor While We Wait…and Wait…and Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

TNT:

Mot:  . in the past, we turned on a ‘night light’ and then

My husband and I were dressed and ready to go out for a lovely evening of dinner and theater. Having been burgled in the past, we turned on a ‘night light’ and then put the cat in the backyard.

When our Uber arrived, we walked out our front door and our rather tubby cat scooted between our legs inside, then ran up the stairs. Because our cat likes to chase our parakeet we didn’t want to leave them unchaperoned so my husband ran inside to retrieve her and put her in the back yard again.

Because I didn’t want the Uber driver to know our house was going to be empty all evening, I explained to him that my husband would be out momentarily as he was just bidding goodnight to my mother.

A few minutes later he got into the Uber all hot and bothered, and said (to my growing horror and amusement) as the car pulled away, “Sorry it took so long but the stupid **** was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her ass with a coat hanger to get her to come out! She tried to take off so I grabbed her by the neck and wrapped her in a blanket so she wouldn’t scratch me like she did last time.

But it worked! I hauled her fat ass down the stairs and threw her into the backyard….she had better not shoot in the vegetable garden again.”

The silence in the Uber was deafening…..

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Mot:  ............ The Secret to a Happy Marriage

I asked my friend, “What is the secret behind your happy married life?” He replied, “You should share responsibilities with love and respect each other. Then, there will be no problems.”

Curious, I asked him to explain. He said, “In my house, I make decisions on bigger issues, while my wife decides on smaller ones. We do not interfere in each other’s decisions.” 

Still unconvinced, I requested examples. He elaborated, “Smaller issues like which car to buy, how much to save, when to visit the supermarket, when and where to go on vacation, which sofa, air conditioner, or refrigerator to buy, and whether to keep a maid are all decided by my wife. I just agree to it.”

I then asked, “What is your role?” He smiled and said, “My decisions are for very big issues like whether America should attack Iran, whether Britain should lift sanctions over Zimbabwe, whether Bodoland should be formed, or whether Ronaldo should retire from football. My wife never objects to any of these decisions.”

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Mot:  12 commandments fur Seniors

Mot: Hiding from Gramma

Mot ... Sign of the Time!!!