You Can Bank On It by Dr. Dinar

You Can Bank On It by Dr. Dinar

10-7-2025

In the beginning, when the most talked about RV rumors circled around the prices being changed in all the stores in Iraq. When rumors were running rampant of Contractors in the Green Zone(wherever the heck that was) now being paid at the "new rate".

When the infamous "boots on the ground" sources were able to pay for their new shoelaces at the new rate, the one thing that still hit closest to home were the bank stories.

It wasn't the printing in the Gazette, the new budget being announced(that mysteriously kept getting postponed), Article 140 being implemented, the HCL, the Kurd's getting reimbursed, the announcements in the Mosques, not even the sandal toss games. None of that got the juices flowing like the tried and untrue Bank Stories.

While all those other sandbox suspicions were fine and dandy, it was the bank stories that, for me anyway, and most likely many others, were the most relatable. Not that I necessarily believed them but at least I could picture them taking place in my mind's eye. After all, in those days online banking wasn't what it is today. 

Back then there were numerous bank branches open all over the place. Seemed as if there was a different branch on every corner. You couldn't drive two blocks without seeing a bank or a credit union ready to hold your money for them... I mean you.

Recently I found myself reflecting back on all the bank stories I've read throughout the years. Some of them being so realistic you almost felt as if you were right there along with them. Gnawin' on a hotdog while waiting impatiently for the doors to open promptly at 9am.

Not only from the customer's side of the counter but we were also hearing from the Tellers side as well. And supposedly some "in the know" Managers just to give it that extra jolt of believability. 

On ledger, off ledger. front screen, back screen, green screen, black screen, screen door. You screen, I screen, we all screen for ice cream. Oops, sorry. Got a bit carried away there.

Be it cubicle, kiosk, random room of any sort, it was easy to picture yourself right along with that person sharing their experience. Lots of talk of new signage materializing overnight. 

Same with the new RV exchange "instarooms" being built by the bunches. Yep, all the signs were right there, impossible to ignore. We were right on the cusp of the biggest wealth transfer to hit since the California Gold Rush of the 1880's.

Nervous? You betcha. After all, we were about to make history. Us Toothless Crackheads, as they use to refer to us, were about to enter the big leagues. We were going to finally get a chance to show all those naysayers just how wrong they were. 

Ready? You're darn right we were ready. And then some. With our trusty, albeit a bit dusty, "To Go" bags sitting diligently right by the front door just like we were instructed to do oh so long ago. 

Matter of fact they've been there so long I'm sure most, if not all, of us couldn't recall all of what was actually in them but we were ready nonetheless.

Did you bring all your currency. Was it all neatly in order, right side up, left side down, lowest to highest, all facing the same direction, and so on. Which was odd because in the beginning there was only one currency to deal with. One of any concern. The Iraqi Dinar.

The be all, end all, of every up and coming exchange. Life revolved around that one single currency. And to make matters that much easier, it was always the 25K notes that stood at the top of the stack. 

Better yet, they all had what appeared to be the exact same serial numbers. How much easier could it get.

Sure, there were other "versions" of the dinar but we were only concerned with the one version. That's it. And beware of those notes with that no good evil do'er Saddam's face on them. They had been rendered worthless since the new and improved, sixty three built-in safety features had been released in 2003.

At a printing cost of $0.06 per note they made our USD look like Monopoly money. Heck, that actually sounds like an insult to Monopoly money. My apologies. 

Yeah, some of us did hold a few of the other variations but mostly because they were gifted to us as "Thank You's" for previously purchasing the Big Dog 25K's. Oh wait, there was one other item of concern. Circulated or uncirculated.

That debate went on for years. What was the difference. Was there even a difference. In reality there was one main difference. Odd as it sounds, it was the smell. Yep, that undeniable aroma. 

Same exchangeable value but one didn't really smell like anything in particular whereas the "used" version smelled like it had been everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE! And not in a good way.

It was difficult to explain. Not like anything I'd ever smelled before but man oh man, there was no hiding from it. Wrap it up in ten freezer bags, the funk still got out. 

I only know this because I made the mistake of taking the cheap route (as there was a hefty price difference between the two at the time) a couple of times and lived to smell... I mean tell about it.

From then on, whenever I was fortunate enough to find the funds, it was all uncirculated or nothing at all. The small price savings wasn't worth living with the circulated funkification. That's one stinky sock drawer I wanted nothing to do with.

Not to mention running those notes through the De la Rue machines, the smell wafting wildly windward would be more than amplified at the speed those things run the currency through.

Speaking of the De la Rue machines, there was also lots of talk running around about those at the time as well. Supposedly every bank branch was going to have at least one machine available for the RV exchanges but at a cost of $30K each, that one was a bit difficult to swallow. 

But heck, with the rumored multi million billions that would be flyin' around all willy nilly 'n such, what's an extra $30K between friends.

And yes, friends of the banks we would be. Finally. At that stage of the process we will have officially been morphed from penniless peasants to high net worth individuals, our status skyrocketing at the same time. So called "Intelligent Investors" as it were.

Wealth Managers, Financial Advisors, Private Bankers, Family Office officers, you name it. All of them at our beck and call. Clamoring for our attention, screaming "Pick me, pick me" as the De La Rue machines whirred away at lightning speed.

Who would we choose. More importantly how would we choose them. Would it be based simply on us having introduced ourselves pre-RV or would that even be necessary. 

Rumors were rampantly swirling at the time of those folks that attempted to make contact with a representative of the bank only to basically be laughed right out of the bank. Door locked swiftly behind 'em.

Sure, there were a couple of wink wink, nod nod's rumored to have taken place as well but for the most part it was complete denial on the bank's part. While many of us had made some of our earliest currency purchases at the bank, growing tired of the constant "I'm calling about the upcoming RV happening this Friday" jibber jabber, they took it upon themselves to flip the script.

Not only did they stop selling the currency but they took it even a few steps further, changing their voicemail messages to reflect the RV itself being a total scam as well as their non-participation in anything having to do with the RV on any level. Even crazier yet they began telling their employees they weren't allowed to purchase nor own any IQD.

That's about the time the latest and greatest rumors began to float around. Those surrounding the hints of just how unhappy the Tellers and other bank employees were going to be once us exchangers showed up to exchange our currency post RV and them having been told it was all a scam and nothing they need be interested in nor concerned with.

They would be working for us, not with us, and having to do it with a smile. Who could blame them for being upset about missing out on a once in a lifetime opportunity simply because the boss says so. Thankfully word began to spread of those taking the risk and getting involved anyway. And good for them.

As we morphed into the whole GCR thing the bank stories were fewer and further between. Was that due in large part to the rise in bank branch closures combined with the whole online banking takeover? 

Not exactly sure but no doubt they began to show up less and less. To the point where they no longer happened. Or at least weren't boasted about, even if they did continue to happen on occasion.

Perhaps those experiencing them felt less and less secure in sharing their perceived close calls. Becoming non-believers themselves in the process. Whatever it was, someone turned off the spigot and they just dried up.

It's a shame as I'm sure many folks enjoyed hearing them. Nowadays it seems to be all about the gold. Gold this, gold that. Gold is skyrocketing, reaching levels never seen before.

Which is all fine and good but likely for a majority of folks they are unable to see the correlation between gold and the RV/GCR. Whereas a relatable banking story with their good buddy Brad down at their local branch made them feel as if they weren't alone on this journey. That someone else, someone supposedly much better "connected", was actually experiencing some behind the scenes stuff.

For me it's another part of the far too long list of things that have changed over the years. But I can't deny I do miss a good ol' wink wink, nod nod story every now and again, just to keep the close call vibes alive.

Hang in there folks, this here GCR is eventually going to happen. It has to happen. The global economy is depending on it. It's only a matter of time. 

By the way, am I the only one or have you noticed the big time golden makeover inside the Oval Office? Do you think that happened by happenstance. I don't think so. Wink wink, nod nod.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, Private Banker, Family Office Officer, Bank Manager, Bank Teller, Magic 8 Ball Reader, nor am I a professional wink wink, nod nod'er. 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.

This is a test. Only a test -by Dr. Dinar

This is a test. Only a test by Dr. Dinar

This is a test. Only a test! How many times have we heard that over the years. And I don't know if I ever really paid any attention to it other than when it was interrupting one of my favorite TV shows.

It wasn't until they began to recirculate the rumors about some type of an EBS "break in" where they'd announce the RV had indeed taken place and it was time to get to your exchange location, like immediately. Grab your dustier than dusty "to go" bag and get to goin'.

That was then, way back when, and now they seem to do the monthly "break-ins" to the crying wolf level, similar to a car alarm wailing away in the distance, no one paying the slightest bit of attention to the disruption. Just a fridge break and back to the couch asap.

What's up with that. Have we simply gone numb to the possibility of them ever getting on the EBS and announcing to the entire world that there has indeed been a currency reset that has taken place and all foreign currency holders need to briskly, yet politely(good luck with that), make their way to their local exchange center. Sheesh, even typing that makes it seem more preposterous than ever.

Think about it for a second. Even though we currency holders live and breathe anything and everything RV/GCR related 24/7/365, we're still a small bunch (the 1% of the 1%-ers) relative to everyone else that wouldn't have a clue what they were announcing about. Yet we're still somehow supposed to believe they would announce it to the world. Yeah, truth be told, after laying that possibility out there I'm not feelin' it nearly as much either.

So what if this adventure actually is a test. Not so much a test of the "system" but more a test of us. Us as individuals. As in us currency holders. Not to say it wouldn't be nice to get the official big time, sirens blaring, bullhorn blasting broadcast, letting us know the reset had indeed arrived and it was now go time.

Wouldn't that be wonderful. Just to know in our knower's that this wasn't simply yet another false alarm. That it was indeed time to flood the parking lots at both the banks as well as the exchange centers, patiently waiting impatiently for 9am the next morning.

That's when we'd come face to face with the terrified Teller on the other side of the glass door, knowing she was about to be trampled once the door was unlocked, yet doing her best to steady her hand long enough to insert the key in the lock, thereby opening the door to all 10 million of us toothless "demand the contract rate" currency holders and welcoming us in with open arms.

From there we'd all stampede straight to one of the 341 newly installed exchange rooms, each festooned with its very own De la Rue machine at the ready, prepared to count as well as verify the validity of each and every one of our "never seen nor heard of before, more than obscure" milk crates full of foreign currency.

How would they know we were us? Ah, simply by glancing at our freshly forged utility bills and well as our "I just exchanged at the Contract Rate, see you in Vegas!" slightly wrinkled target on our back t-shirts of course.

I say slightly wrinkled because after having been stuffed in our "To Go" bags some 15 years ago and sitting by the front door gathering dust, they've taken on a "not so fresh" factor, as well as a slightly musty smell.

No worries, we can deal with all that later. First things first, we gotta get to Vegas for the big event. And the big decision then becomes, do we have time to swing by the Bentley Dealership and nab a brand new GTC Convertible or would we be better served to just skip that step and head on over to our local Helicopters-R-Us Dealership and grab a new Sikorsky S-92 for our quick jaunt over to Vegas for the get together.

Nah, hate to make a hasty decision of that magnitude, only to regret it later. See, we're already learning. Learning not to make split second decisions on the fly. We'd be much better served contacting NetJets or some other such source and simply Lyftubering a private flight to the party, thereby avoiding all the serious decision making altogether.

After all, many of us are still reeling from the lingering after-effects of barely sliding in under the wire on the two week window of opportunity to get our first batch of funny money home and safely stored in our sock drawer. And that was 15 years ago.

But once again, with each hurdle we hoist a leg over, we're constantly being tested. And being as we're still in the game, it goes to show that we are passing each of these tests regardless of how impossible they may seem.

See what I mean. We inadvertently learned another lesson, like it or not. We learned the fine art of the "hurry up and wait" game. I don't know about you but that's a lesson I've been able to apply in multiple applications over the years. Once again we passed the test with flying colors.

As time has gone on the continual relapse of rumors has lost quite a bit of its luster. I think the fine folks running the show behind the scenes began to notice this as well, feeling some big changes were in order. No, I didn't say "exchanges", I said big "changes". Once again putting our reading comprehension to the test. 

I do believe I'm beginning to see a pattern here. A number of tests, one after another. And most without us even being aware we're being tested. 

Putting their collective thinking caps on, they(they being the GCR Committee or whomever is running the show) devised an even better strategy. Thinking that two upper case letters kept us on the hook for years, how much better would it be if we had three biggies constantly in our face. Hence the introduction of the GCR. The Global Currency Reset as it is now known.

Yep, that outta keep 'em busy for a while. Or so they thought with their incredible thinking. So while we were initially feeling as if we were finally nearing the top of Mt. RV, as it turns out we'd only barely reached Base Camp at the bottom of Mt. GCR.

Once again putting our disappointment level to the test. Which of course we passed that test quite some time ago and with flying colors I might add. I don't care if you've been in this thing for ten weeks, ten months, or ten years, disappointment is the one constant in this game. 

This journey has been a roller coaster full of it from the very beginning. That is one thing no one can deny. And the mere fact that we keep coming back for more has been a testament to our ability to persevere regardless of what we're presented with. Once again, putting our perseverance to the test and as usual, we passed that test as well.

How about our ability to adjust our expectations. Can't say we haven't had that part of us put to the test on a number of occasions. Indeed, that has been one of the toughest tests of all. At least for me anyway.

Suddenly I was able to relate more to my parents and their childhood struggles. Able to put myself in their balloon-festooned Wonderbread bag lined shoes, trudging their way to school seven days a week through waist high level snow, uphill both ways, to school and back home. Boggles my mind imagining all the tests they went through and the life lessons they must have learned along the way.

Once again, we're learning. Learning to believe. Not so much in the tall tales of how tough our parents had it growing up but more along the lines of how tough, how strong, how resilient we are and how persevering we can be when we need it most.

Choosing to continue pushing forward when it would be so much easier just to give up, sell out, and walk away. Chalk it up to another lesson learned. However, we're smart enough to realize that all we'd be accomplishing by doing that is erasing everything else we've been tested on throughout this entire journey. All those "wins" gone just that fast.

Which brings to mind patience. If there's anything we've been Master's at it's the fine art of patience. No one and I mean no one can take that away from us. In the beginning people would criticize us, saying we didn't "earn" our long awaited reward. We basically bought it. Let's hear what they have to say now. If we haven't earned it by now, we never will.

I don't know about you but I'm getting a bit tired of all these tests. I think it's about time we graduate, grab our Currency College Diploma, and get on with living a wonderful life.

Although there is one last thing I wouldn't mind learning. That being how does one toss their Graduation Cap straight up in the air post graduation so as to be able to ensure that your cap comes straight back down to you and not someone else.

Reason being is I always keep a 25K note tucked away in my Graduation Cap. You know, just in case they happen to get on the EBS and announce the GCR has happened while I'm in the middle of my graduation ceremony. It would be just my luck. Perhaps you can teach an old dog a new trick after all.

Hang in there folks. Things are happening all over the world. Things are changing on a global level. Changes we never thought would be possible are now happening on the daily. And with regularity. Before we know it we'll have finally reached the top of Mt. GCR. We'll have passed the last test with flying colors.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

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

THE $2.00 BILL I TRIED TO SPEND

TNT:

Mot: When was the last time you saw a $2.00 bill? I can picture this happening

THE $2.00 BILL I TRIED TO SPEND:

IF YOU'RE AS OLD AS I AM, THIS IS A RIOT!

Everyone should start carrying $2 bills! I'm STILL laughing!!

I think we need to quit saving our $2 bills and bring them out in public. The younger generation doesn't even know they exist!

STORY: On my way home from work, I stopped at Taco Bell for a quick bite to eat. I have a $50 bill and a $2 bill. I figure with the $2 bill, I can get something to eat and not have to worry about irritating anyone for trying to break a $50 bill.

Me: 'Hi, I'd like one seven-layer burrito please, to go.'

Server: 'That'll be $1.04. Eat in?'

Me: 'No, it's to go.' At this point, I open my billfold and hand him the $2 bill. He looks at it kind of funny.

Server: 'Uh, hang on a sec, I'll be right back.'

He goes to talk to his manager, who is still within my earshot. The following conversation occurs between the two of them:

Server: 'Hey, you ever see a $2 bill?'

Manager: 'No. A what?'

Server: 'A $2 bill. This guy just gave it to me...'

Manager: 'Ask for something else. There's no such thing as a $2 bill.'

Server: 'Yeah, thought so.'

He comes back to me and says, 'We don't take these. Do you have anything else?'

Me: 'Just this fifty. You don't take $2 bills? Why?

Server: 'I don't know.'

Me: 'See here where it says legal tender?'

Server: 'Yeah.'

Me: 'So, why won't you take it?'

Server: 'Well, hang on a sec.'

He goes back to his manager, who has been watching me like I'm a shoplifter, and says to him, 'He says I have to take it.'

Manager: 'Doesn't he have anything else?'

Server: 'Yeah, a fifty. I'll get it and you can open the safe and get change.

Manager: 'I'm not opening the safe with him in here.'

Server: 'What should I do?'

Manager: 'Tell him to come back later when he has real money.'

Server: 'I can't tell him that! You tell him.'

Manager: 'Just tell him.'

Server: 'No way! This is weird. I'm going in back.

The manager approaches me and says,

'I'm sorry, but we don't take big bills this time of night.'

Me: 'It's only seven o'clock! Well then, here's a two dollar bill.'

Manager: 'We don't take those, either.'

Me: 'Why not?'

Manager: 'I think you know why.'

Me: 'No really, tell me why.'

Manager: 'Please leave before I call mall security.'

Me: 'Excuse me?'

Manager: 'Please leave before I call mall security.'

Me: 'What on earth for?'

Manager: 'Please, sir..'

Me: 'Uh, go ahead, call them.'

Manager: 'Would you please just leave?'

Me: 'No.'

Manager: 'Fine -- have it your way then.'

At this point, he backs away from me and calls mall security on the phone around the corner. I have two people staring at me from the dining area and I begin laughing out loud, just for effect.

A few minutes later this 45-year-oldish guy comes in.

Guard: 'Yeah, Mike, what's up?'

Manager (whispering): 'This guy is trying to give me some (pause) funny money.'

Guard: 'No kidding! What?'

Manager: 'Get this. A two dollar bill.'

Guard (incredulous): 'Why would a guy fake a two dollar bill?'

Manager: 'I don't know. He's kinda weird. He says the only other thing he has is a fifty.'

Guard: 'Oh, so the fifty's fake!'

Manager: 'No, the two dollar bill is.'

Guard: 'Why would he fake a two dollar bill?'

Manager : 'I don't know! Can you talk to him, and get him out of here?'

Guard: 'Yeah.'

Security Guard walks over to me and......

Guard: 'Mike here tells me you have some fake bills you're trying to use.'

Me: 'Uh, no.'

Guard: 'Lemme see 'em.'

Me: 'Why?'

Guard: 'Do you want me to get the cops in here?'

At this point I'm ready to say, 'Sure, please!' but I want to eat, so I say, 'I'm just trying to buy a burrito and pay for it with this two dollar bill.

I put the bill up near his face, and he flinches like I'm taking a swing at him. He takes the bill, turns it over a few times in his hands, and he says, 'Hey, Mike, what's wrong with this bill?'

Manager: 'It's fake.'

Guard: 'It doesn't look fake to me.'

Manager: 'But it's a two dollar bill.'

Guard: 'Yeah? '

Manager: 'Well, there's no such thing, is there?'

The security guard and I both look at him like he's an idiot and it dawns on the guy that he has no clue and is an idiot.

So, it turns out that my burrito was free, and he threw in a small drink and some of those cinnamon thingies, too.

Made me want to get a whole stack of two dollar bills just to see what happens when I try to buy stuff.

Haha!!!!

Enough Talk... Let's See Some Action! by Dr. Dinar

Reposted per Request:   Thank you Dr. Dinar!!!

Enough Talk... Let's See Some Action! by Dr. Dinar

I don't know about you but I'm pretty much done.

To the point where I'm done hearing it's done.

As in everything's done.

Done... duh duh duh DONE!

Like, really done.

Done to the point where there's nothing left to do.

Nothing left to do because it truly is done.

That's definitely closer to my definition of the word done.

Admittedly, I like everything I eat to be well done.

Even to the point of refusing to eat Sushi unless it's well done.

So, perhaps I'm a bit more demanding when it comes to the true definition of the word done.

Nevertheless, it shouldn't be all that difficult to determine the difference between done and close to done but not actually done, therefore it's not done.

First place to start might be with the persistent rumors continually permeating all throughout Dinarland.

Rumors of everything being done.

How long have we been hearing that.

Seems to me, according to my Dinarland calendar, it's been done for at least the last few years.

And yet, here we are.

Not done.

Would we be hearing all these rumors if indeed everything truly were done?

Not likely.

On second thought, we might still be drowning in rumors but chances are they'd have a more post-process, after the GCR kind of feel to them as opposed to the same ol' this is our week or it's gonna pop this Saturday night or we're only expecting to do one more call, our Celebration call kinda rumors.

So please, don't get me wrong.

I'm not expecting Dinarland to go completely rumorless overnight.

i mean, let's not get crazy here.

But wouldn't it be nice to hear a different batch of rumors for a change.

An extremely welcome change to say the least.

Well, I for one would certainly love it anyway.

Even better yet, I'd enjoy seeing that it's done based solely on the number of zero's in my bank account.

That's the kind of proof I'd enjoy seeing.

As it is now I'm still unable to make a trip through the In-N-Out drive thru and order a Double Double with grilled onions, well done, and have any means of paying for it when it's done cookin', all wrapped up and ready for release.

Until that day comes, it's still not done.

And while I'm on the subject of phrases I can hardly wait to never hear again, let's start with it CAN happen today.

Sheesh, give it a rest.

As far as I'm concerned it could've happened any day over the past one thousand days.

Yes, I'm more than aware that they needed to reinvent the current banking system to accept the GCR formula as well as numerous other changes required to release the GCR.

But you get my drift.

Enough with the talk.

I'm ready for some action.

I want to know it WILL happen!

As in today.

Or any other day ending in "y".

Even better yet, I'd love to hear that IT HAS HAPPENED!

As in past tense, check your emails, make your appointment, grab your "To Go" bag and get to the Exchange Center ASAP!

Is that too much to ask.

Just a factual confirmation of completion, in whatever form it comes.

Be it an email, a barrage of posts all throughout Dinarland or a Piper Cub draggin' a giant banner across the sky with a 1-800-CALLNOW number plastered on it.

At this point, I'm not about to be picky.

I'm open to most any form of communication.

Make it a fortune cookie.

Why not a clever saying on a Starbucks cup.

Heck, at this point I'll settle for a homing pigeon with a Post-it note taped to its leg.

What I'm trying to say is I'm flexible.

Whatever it takes, just send me a for real signal of this thing having reached the end of the line.

Of actually reaching a conclusion.

Actually being concluded.

As in DONE.

Talk is cheap.

No more rumors.

We don't need any more stinkin' rumors, regardless of whose super secret source supplies 'em.

We need action.

Action, leading to results.

Results resulting in our receiving our exchange instructions.

I've pretty much had enough of the boy crying wolf.

To the point where I'm ready to sic the wolf on him and let him eat, just to get the kid to shut up.

As I mentioned earlier, enough already.

We've lived through the rumor stage of this adventure for far too long.

It's time to begin the action phase.

As we've always been told, actions speak louder than rumors.

And after all, isn't that exactly what a rumor is.

A bunch of words lined up in the form of a sentence, completely void of all action.

In other words, just words.

And words don't pay the bills.

So to whomever it may be that's supposedly working feverishly on completing the GCR, forever claiming we're close, please feel free to call it "close enough" and dispatch the "GO" email ASAP!

And to those out there rumored to still be throwin' wrenches, please feel free to close the lid on your toolboxes and call it a day.

You have to know when enough is enough.

And let's face it, enough is enough.

We all know this GCR thing is going to happen eventually, the rest of the world has committed to it.

Why not do the right thing by all involved and go ahead and release it.

Then we can all move on to something much more interesting.

Like life beyond Dinarland.

Hang in there folks.

According to the latest rumors, we're right on top of this thing and it has to happen soon.

If not, the entire global economy will crash.

And supposedly they don't want that to happen.

Or do they.

Who knows what they want.

Who even knows who "they" are.

Chances are they don't even know who they are, nor what they want.

Maybe that's why they can't seem to get anything accomplished.

They have no idea what it is they're supposed to be doing.

This thing is so compartmentalized that they forgot to create the "GO Signal"  Department.

At this point, anything's possible.

Anyway, don't let the rumors get you down.

Just do your best to hang in there, no matter what it takes.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, a Federale of the Spanish Mounted Police, nor am I in search of the treasure of the Sierra Madre. 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.

“Show Me A Sign” By Dr. Dinar

Show Me A Sign  by Dr. Dinar

3-15-2025

Since the very beginning that's all we've ever wanted. All we've ever asked for. Is a sign, Some kind of a sign to say it's real. To show some kind of progress, no matter how large or small.

Is that too much to ask for? I mean, we've paid our dues. And continue to pay them to this day, even if only in sheer perseverance. Especially those that are members of the various "Members Only" sites that are prevalent all across Dinarland.

Heck, back then we even paid our dues in the form of "Layaways" and "Reserves". Although we were told those programs were both SEC, as well as UST approved, as it turns out that wasn't the case.

It was more akin to betting on a horse race where all of the horses were three legged and forced to run the entire track backwards. In other words, nobody came out a winner.

As far as a sign goes, even though we wanted so desperately to see one, how do we know for certain if we'd even recognize it if we did see one. In those days 99% of us wore our RV Goggles 24/7. Day or night, anywhere and everywhere we went. We never left home without 'em. Ya know, in case we ran into a sign.

Just as it was with a spare 25K note or 12. Depending on what we were hearing throughout Dinarland at any given time it definitely couldn't hurt. 

Last thing you wanted as a currency holder was to be caught unprepared in case the RV "popped" while you were out 'n about running errands. No way you were gonna risk it, taking a chance on missing out on a once in a lifetime opportunity such as this. Not even.

Fast forward a scant 15 years or so, to a world of $5 a gallon gas and $15 McBurgers. Talk about a change we never saw coming. When I first got involved minimum wage was about $7.50 and now it's $16.50 or some such insanity very close to that. It's no wonder a burger & fries requires taking out a 3rd mortgage.

Anyway, speaking of signs, one thing easily seen has to be the presto-change'o to the soon to be released GCR. Please don't ask me how soon soon is, for that is up to each individual to determine on their own. Soon obviously holds a different meaning for everyone based on the length of involvement. Although it's still and always will be a four letter word.

Way back when, a decade or so ago, we'd heard whispers of another system, possibly running on parallel train tracks, but nothing we could neither confirm nor deny. Simply another rumor among a sandbox full of rumors. Just another stacked sky high on a very tall pile.

Speaking of a litter box... oops, I mean sandbox full, we were already living in the land of rumor overload. Last thing we needed nor wanted was yet another unexplored rumor rabbit hole in need of exploration. Our plates were full of it. We were already up to our necks in secret source stuff. Enough already. No time nor headroom for yet another shiny pizza squirrel shaped object to chase after.

And wouldn't ya know it, just our luck. Like a salmon swimming upstream to meet a grizzly fate, turns out there was no escape to be had after all. Like a snowball descending from the top of Everest, gathering steam & scooping up anything and everything in its path to who knows where, it appears the GCR has pretty much swallowed up anything and everything that dared get in its path. Including the RV of the IQD.

Yes, this GCR is an animal of a different breed indeed. Which can be both good & bad, depending on your point of view. From one persons perspective they can yearn for simpler times, when it was all Iraq. All RV of the IQD focused. All The. Time! Without a doubt they were simpler, much more mentally manageable times.

The problem was the signs were much fewer and further between which left us weary and hangry for more. Constantly on the need for new & improved content to chew on. And resources weren't nearly as plentiful as they are these days. Perhaps that's because we've gone global.

Now we're living that "be careful what you wish for" level of lunacy. They're saying the signs are everywhere, all you have to do is know where to look. Who am I to argue. Last thing I want is for people to open their eyes and realize I don't exactly know where to look, nor whom or what to believe. I think that's all part of the "look over here, not over there" design.

Without a doubt we rarely, if ever heard anyone mention the word trillions back in the old days. It just didn't exist. Nowadays kids are reading it every morning on the back of cereal boxes. 

Okay, so in our case it mostly has to do with the National Debt and in their case it has to do with how many different colored marshmallows there are in their cereal. Still, it's a word you never heard. And when you think about it, that's actually a good thing. That brings us closer to the need to change the entire system.

For all we know these multi trillions in debt, not to mention the $7 trillion interest payment soon coming due to a Fed Reserve near you, combined with the tariff's (discussions with China in Switzerland? hmmm) & trade wars could be just what the good doctor ordered.

Who knows, could this be the "soft" crash we've heard rumored about for far too long? I hope I'm not the only one grabbing at plastic straws, choosing to think outside the litter box at this stage of the game.

If you've yet to swap out your RV goggles for a fresh pair of GCR goggles at this stage of the game then I'm not really sure what to say. If asset-backed hasn't become part of your daily discussions, then you very well could be getting left behind. The train has already left the station.

I'm sorry to say the tailgating days of roasting hotdogs in bank parking lots, waiting for the doors to open bright and early the next morning, tellers at the ready waiting for you to play a round of "Name Your Rate" while row after row of De La Rue machines spin their collective brains out in the background are long gone.

Now the focus is much more on a global economic level and as each Country unloads their US treasuries, demanding to be reimbursed in real to the touch physical gold, the noose gets tighter, the chair legs get wobblier, and the entire global economy continues to lose its footing as the once thought of as semi sorta stable FIAT foundation proves itself on the daily to be anything but stable.

Will the BRICS+ Brigade turn out to be the global gamechanger we are hoping and some are predicting it will? That still remains to be seen. 

One thing's for certain. They're going to continue to chug away on the sidelines, gathering one Country after another in hopes of gaining the strength needed to fuel the gold backed digital journey. I don't know about you but I definitely hope they succeed in their efforts.

As I see it it's only a matter of time before the entire FIAT system gets kicked to the curb, in favor of a new flavor of currency, one that's much more stable with a whole lot less volatility to boot. And it wouldn't hurt if there's a bit of the shiny stuff added in for good measure.

Yes, of you've been watching all of the physical gold related going's on as of late there's no denying there's a globally golden game goin' on. No, they don't want you to notice it nor be aware of it, but it's happening as we speak. 

It's basically an episode of "Hoarders - Golden Edition". Never before in the history of history making have we witnessed such a rush to grab gold. Physical gold. Lots and lots of gold.

It's akin to a modern day Gold Rush but instead of selling Levi's and shovels, they're selling US Treasuries by the bucket load. Is anybody really coming right out and saying as much? Actually, one might be very surprised by just how many people are fully aware of these golden shenanigans.

Not that you don't have to do fair amount of digging to discover these nuggets but with each passing day these discoveries seem to multiply. As if they were meant to be found by those with the desire to search.

And who knows, perhaps this will all lead to a script flip of epic proportions. One where rather than push back against the shift, the US decides to do what they do best. 

That being to hang on the longest, refusing to acquiesce to the undeniable global changes, declaring it's their way or the highway, all the while knowing they will eventually have to get away from the world of the worthlessly fractured FIAT factor and enter the asset-backed world.

And do it in such a way as to make it appear as if it was their idea all along. We simply weren't aware of it because, although it's all we've ever looked for, for some strange reason we didn't see the signs.

Hang in there folks. I truly believe we're getting closer with each passing day and before you know it you'll be ever so grateful that you never gave up.

Sincerely,

Dr. Dinar

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

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.

More ”Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

TNT:

Mot:  "Just lie down here on the bed," she said

A man decided to bring his wife with him to a large convention in Chicago. After they checked into their hotel and were shown to their room, he told her, "You relax here while I register. I'll be back in about an hour."

His wife lay down on the bed, but just then, an elevated train passed by so close to the window that the room shook violently, tossing her right off the bed. Thinking it was just a fluke, she climbed back into bed, only for the train to pass again, shaking the room so hard that she was thrown to the floor.

Annoyed, she called the front desk and asked for the manager. The manager, a bit skeptical, came up to the room. The wife insisted that the shaking was real and happening every time the train went by.

"Just lie down here on the bed," she said. "You'll be thrown right to the floor!"

So, the manager skeptically lay down on the bed. Just then, the husband walked in and looked at the scene with a raised eyebrow. "What," he asked, "are you doing here?"

The manager, caught off guard, calmly replied, "Would you believe I'm waiting for a train?"

 ************

Mot:  A young woman went to confession, looking a bit flustered.

A young woman went to confession, looking a bit flustered.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said.

The priest gently replied, “Go ahead, my child. Confess your sins and be forgiven.”

She took a breath and said,

“Last night… my boyfriend and I… well, we made passionate love. Seven times.”

The priest paused, clearly deep in thought. After a moment he said,

“Alright. I want you to go home, squeeze seven lemons into a glass, and drink the juice.”

The young woman blinked. “Will that cleanse me of my sins?”

He smiled and said,

“No… but it might wipe that grin off your face.

 **********

Mot:  Mom Wins This One!

A little girl asked her mother, “Mom, how did the human race come about?”

Her mother replied, “God made Adam and Eve, they had children, and so all mankind was created.”

A few days later, the little girl asked her father the same question.

Her dad said, “Many years ago, humans evolved from monkeys.”

Confused, the girl went back to her mom and said, “Mom, you said we were created by God, but Dad says we came from monkeys. How is that possible?”

Her mom smiled and said, “Oh, that’s easy, dear. I told you about my side of the family, and your father told you about his.”

**

Mot: .. Good Idea -- ""Earl""

Mot: OOOOOPs    

Mot: Understanding bigfoot

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

TNT:

Mot:  ... Took hammer away from midget - ((( HUH?? )))

After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet" which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.

Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are actual maintenance complaints submittd by UPS pilots ("P") and solutions recorded ("S") by maintenance engineers:

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.

S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit

S: Something tightened in cockpit

P: Dead bugs on windshield.

S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent

S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.

S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud.

S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

S: That's what friction locks are for.

P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.

S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield.

S: Suspect you're right.

P: Number 3 engine missing.

S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny.

S: Aircraft warned to: straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

P: Target radar hums.

S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit.

S: Cat installed.

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget poundng on something with a hammer.

S: Took hammer away from midget

Mot: “Sir, may I see your driver’s license?”

A police officer pulled over a car for speeding and approached the driver’s side window.

Officer: “Sir, may I see your driver’s license?”

Driver: “I don’t have one. Got suspended after my fifth DUI.”

The officer narrowed his eyes. Not good.

Officer: “Alright… can I see the registration for this vehicle?”

Driver: “Not my car. I stole it.”

The officer stiffened. This just got worse.

Officer: “You’re telling me this car is stolen?”

Driver: “Yep. But now that you mention it, I think I saw the owner’s registration in the glove box—right next to my gun.”

Officer: “There’s a GUN in the glove box?!”

Driver: “Yes, sir. That’s where I put it after I shot the woman who owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.”

The officer backed away slowly and immediately called for backup. Within minutes, multiple squad cars arrived, lights flashing. The captain himself stepped out, approaching cautiously.

Captain: “Sir, may I see your license?”

The driver shrugged and handed it over. It was valid.

Captain: “And this car? Who does it belong to?”

Driver: “Me, of course. Here’s the registration.”

The captain examined the papers—everything checked out.

Captain: “Would you mind opening the glove box? We were told there’s a gun in there.”

Driver: “Sure, but there’s no gun.”

The officer opened the glove box. Empty.

Captain: “Alright… now, can you pop the trunk?”

The driver complied. The trunk swung open—completely empty. No sign of a body.

The captain turned to his officer, arms crossed. “I don’t get it. This officer said you told him you didn’t have a license, stole the car, had a gun in the glove box, and a body in the trunk.”

The driver shook his head and smirked.

Driver: “Yeah, and I bet the liar told you I was speeding too!”

“Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

TNT:

Mot:  Four strangers found themselves traveling together in the same compartment of a European train: two men and two women, all facing one another.

One woman was a 75-year-old lady, wealthy and sophisticated, decked out in the finest furs and jewelry. Next to her sat a beautiful 19-year-old woman, radiating a model-like presence straight out of a fashion magazine. Across from the older lady sat a man in his late forties, a highly decorated Sergeant Major in the Army. And next to the Sergeant Major sat a young private, fresh out of boot camp.

As the four chatted about trivial things during the ride, they suddenly entered an unlit tunnel, plunging the compartment into complete darkness and silence. Then, a distinct kiss broke the quiet, followed by a loud slap that echoed throughout the cabin.

In the awkward silence that followed, each of the four strangers was lost in their own thoughts:

The older lady thought, “How wonderful it is that, even in this permissive age, there are still young women who have enough self-respect and dignity to avoid such behavior.”

The young woman, puzzled, wondered, “Why would any man want to kiss an old fossil like that when I’m sitting here?”

The Sergeant Major, rubbing his sore face, was furious. “How dare anyone think that I would try to sneak a kiss in the dark? This is beyond ridiculous!”

Meanwhile, the young private, grinning from ear to ear, thought to himself, “What a crazy world this is—where a private can kiss the back of his hand and then smack a Sergeant Major in the face and get away with it!”

Mot: A tough old cowboy found himself standing before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter looked him over and asked, “Have you ever done anything truly heroic?”

The cowboy scratched his chin and said, “Well, I reckon there was one time…” 

He took a deep breath and continued, “I was ridin’ through the Black Hills of South Dakota when I came across a gang of nasty bikers harassing’ a young woman. I told ’em to leave her alone, but they just laughed.” 

“So, I walked right up to the biggest, meanest one—the guy was covered in tattoos—smacked him square in the face, kicked over his bike, yanked out his nose ring, and tossed it on the ground. Then I looked at the whole gang and hollered, ‘Now, back off, or y’all are next!’”

St. Peter, impressed, raised an eyebrow. “Wow! When did this happen?”

The cowboy glanced at his watch. “Oh… ’bout two minutes ago.”

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

Mot .. finally the answer 

Mot: ....... Well......IT HAS FINALLY HAPPENED!!!!

Mot: . ole ""Earl"" and the Realities of Life!!! 

Mot: Inquiring Minds Want to Know!!!!

Keep Believin' In The Unbelievable! by Dr. Dinar

From Recaps Archives

Keep Believin' In The Unbelievable!   by Dr. Dinar

Sheesh. They can put a man on the Moon. Or at least we think they can anyway.

Could've been Hollywood magicification for all we know.

Without a doubt the lighting situation was highly suspect.

But let's go ahead and give 'em the benefit of the doubt, just for the sake of discussion.

What we do know is they can put shampoo and conditioner in the same bottle.

Well, according to the label anyway.

Even if we're unable to see inside the bottle itself, that much we can see.

However, based on the results, it certainly appears we're being fed some serious misdisinfo.

Would the shampoo company intentionally deceive us?

Naw... they wouldn't do that.

Or would they.

The all-in-one results certainly aren't anything even close to those derived from implementing them in a two-step process. Shampoo first, then conditioner.

Matter of fact it almost feels (and looks) as if there's been no conditioner applied whatsoever.

Once again, we're left with two options. Believe or don't believe.

Moving on, let's go with something a bit more visible. Like a sandwich.

We know they can put peanut butter and jelly in the same jar.

How do we know that? Because we can see it.

Yes, thanks to something as simple as a clear glass jar, we're able to see the two key ingredients in all their swirlicious glory.

We know what Peanut Butter looks like. We know what Jelly looks like.

Especially when both are applied to two separate slices of bread.

Both easily recognizable, totally different colors as well as tastes.

So when you see them both swirlified in the same clear glass jar, it's pretty much a no-brainer.

No need to be a believer in the unseen, the evidence is unmistakably clear.

So it only stands to reason that if they can do all of those things, then why on Earth can't they get this GCR done.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. This is a biggie.

A never previously been attempted, once in anybody's lifetime, one for the history books, global sized event.

Yet, isn't that exactly why they assigned this task to only the most intelligent folks on the planet.

If it were up to me and my goal was to make this GCR thing happen, I know I would do everything possible to ensure I had assembled the best Team available. Wouldn't you?

Isn't that sort of Rule No.1, hire those more intelligent than yourself.

It only makes sense.

Keeping all that in mind, we also have endless amounts of trendsetting technology at our fingertips.

From talking clones to flying drones, without a doubt we're wise beyond on years.

And still, with all that at their disposal, they still can't seem to get this done.

We're constantly being told that they've been working on getting this thing done for the past fartoomany years.

However, with no visible proof, one can't help but begin to wonder if this thing truly is getting done.

As in making forward progress of any sort.

Not to point fingers but if any of us were to be appointed to a similar position, we'd have been fired long ago.

And rightfully so.

After all, you're hired for one reason. To do a job.

One job. Complete a desired task.

Basically, to git 'r done.

And I don't know about you but from where I stand, they ain't got it done.

Not yet anyway.

Close? Maybe. But done?? Not so much.

I don't care how many hundreds of times I hear "It's done... we're just waiting for the release."

Until they release it, it ain't done.

Until it's liquid and spendable, it ain't done.

Until I can buy groceries and pay the electric bill to keep those groceries cold in the fridge, it ain't done.

Until I can buy the groceries for the person behind me in the grocery store line, it ain't done.

So please, if you're one of those continually saying "It's done, but... .", please check to see how important that add-on but is.

I believe you'll come to find that one little but makes all the difference.

Which brings me back to my original thought.

That being if any of us were in charge of getting it done, regardless of what "it" is, yet we continually fell short in accomplishing our goal, we'd surely be excused from our place of employment.

And our replacement would be hired (or recharged, depending on if we were to be replaced by a Robot or not) post haste.

Hmmmmm... replacement. That's it!

What if we seek out replacements for whomever the heck it is that's responsible for completing this task.

Whomever's job it is to make this RV / GCR thing happen. To git 'r done.

The one's that don't appear to be getting it done. Yeah, them folks.

Would it be a group such as the A-Team, with all of their battle-hardened skills?

Or a bunch such as Charlie's Angels, with their super-stealthish abilities among their many attributes.

Surely they could get the job done.

And no, I didn't refer to any of them as Shirley.

Heck, at this point I wouldn't care if it was The Brady Bunch.

As long as we're assured they're on our side and want the best for humanity, I'm okay with it.

But wait. Let's think about this for a second.

What if I'm wr... wro... mistaken in my thought process.

What if the people assigned to completing this task actually do want it done.

What if they are in fact doing their very best to get it released.

What if they are indeed on the good side, wanting the best for humanity.

After a decade of feeling as if it's entirely possible we've been duped, I think it's only natural to be more than a bit skeptical.

To begin to question everything and everyone involved in this situation.

Especially when we're all too aware of the many folks that don't want this to happen.

Yet, at some point you have to have faith.

In both the people in charge as well as the ongoing process itself and the supposed progress being made towards completing the process.

Think about it. Doesn't matter how long you've been involved in this exchange endeavor, if you're anything like me, then you've yet to see any factual signs of progress.

After hearing words such as Article 140, the HCL Law, new Prime Minister seated, Erbil Arbil Gerbil ramblin' by our monitors for over a decade now, one becomes quite numb to all of that delirium.

Meaning all of the supposed results are just as intangible as the forward progression of the process itself.

As Bruce Springsteen often says, we're runnin' on empty, runnin' blind, unable to see any progress nor the process itself.

He must be a currency holder.

Come to think of it, looking back, hasn't it pretty much been that way since the very start.

Runnin' on faith, believing in the unbelievable.

For the most part none of us had ever been to Iraq.

Yet we were so anxious to connect with someone that had (or had a connection to someone that had) that we were easily swept up by people that continually made claims of having connections in places we could never have imagined.

Were we idiots for believing them? Hmmm... perhaps. Let's hope not.

Believers in the unbelievable? Without a doubt.

And who could blame us.

If you're going to get involved in anything like the RV/GCR and you refuse to believe in the unseen, I wish you all the luck in the world.

You're gonna need it.

This whole thing runs on the unverified and unseen.

Believing in the unbelievable is key to surviving this journey.

So at this point in the process we're pretty much stuck believing that the people in charge of this RV/GCR thing, whomever they may be, have only the best of intentions.

Believing that they're working with much more intelligence and knowledge than we tend to give them credit for.

Or at the very least hoping they are well aware of Google and aren't afraid to use it.

Who knows, they might be just like us.

Hang in there folks and keep on believin' in the unbelievable.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer: Please consider everything in this post as my opinion. I’m not a professional Wealth Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, 'Rumor Of The Month' Club Salesman, etc.. I’m simply someone that chooses to believe in the unbelievable, including but not limited to, the possibility that they truly do want to get this thing done. Be sure to consult a professional for any financial decisions you make now and in the future.

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

TNT:

Mot: ... Three friends each married women from different regions

Three friends each married women from different regions of the United States.

The first man chose a wife from Wisconsin. He instructed her that her responsibilities included doing the dishes and cleaning the house. After a couple of days, he returned home on the third day to find the house spotless and the dishes neatly put away.

The second man married a woman from Minnesota. He directed her to handle all the cleaning, dishwashing, and cooking. Initially, he noticed no changes on the first day, but by the second day, things had improved. By the third day, he was pleased to find the house tidy, the dishes done, and a large dinner prepared for him.

The third man took a bride from Kentucky. He demanded that she maintain a clean house, wash the dishes, mow the lawn, do the laundry, and ensure hot meals were ready for every meal. He recounted that on the first day, he saw no progress, and the second day was the same. However, by the third day, some of the swelling had subsided, allowing him to see a bit out of his left eye, and his arm had healed enough for him to make a sandwich and load the dishwasher. He still experiences some challenges with urination.

Mot: ....... An elderly priest, with a twinkle in his eye

An elderly priest, with a twinkle in his eye, turned to the younger priest and said,

“You had a brilliant idea replacing the first four pews with plush bucket theater seats. It’s incredible how the front of the church fills up first now.”

The younger priest smiled and nodded as the older priest continued.

“And when you suggested adding a little more rhythm to the music, I’ll admit I was hesitant. But bringing in that Rock ‘n Roll Gospel Choir has been a game-changer. Now, our services are packed all the way to the balcony!”

“Thank you, Father,” the younger priest replied humbly.

“I admire your openness to the fresh ideas of youth,” the older priest said warmly. “Most of your ideas have been wonderful.”

The younger priest sensed a “but” coming, and sure enough, the elder priest added, “However, I think you’ve gone too far with the Drive-thru Confessional.”

“But, Father!” the young priest protested, “Confessions have doubled, and donations are pouring in since I introduced it!”

The elder priest nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, I noticed. And I do appreciate your efforts. But the flashing neon sign on the church roof that says, *‘Toot ‘n Tell’ or ‘Go to Hell’*... well, that simply has to go.”

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Mot:  “Ladies and gentlemen, today is the luckiest day of my life!”

The bride kissed her father on the cheek and discreetly placed something in his hand.

Curiosity rippled through the room as everyone wondered what the bride had just given her father.

Feeling the suspense, the father decided to address the room. Clearing his throat, he said with a big smile:

“Ladies and gentlemen, today is the luckiest day of my life!”

He then dramatically raised his hand, revealing what his daughter had handed him.

“My daughter has finally returned my credit card!”

The room erupted in laughter, the joyous moment spreading like wildfire.

Well, everyone laughed—except one person.

The groom sat quietly, his face a mixture of realization and dread.

Mot: .. Calm Down Dude

Mot: Ya Knows - This Reality Show can beeee a Pain at times!!!

Mot .. What a Challenge it Was!!!