"Hurry Up and Wait" by Dr. Dinar

Hurry Up And Wait by Dr. Dinar

You'd think I'd be better at this thing.

And by "thing" I'm referring to this seemingly endless waiting game known as the RV/GCR

Heck, right from the very beginning we've been waiting.

Started off waiting in some wonky dark bubble of some kind.

Finally, after 9 long months, thinking the wait was over, we began to see what we thought was the light at the end of the tunnel.

Sheesh, get us out of this Waiting Room.

We're ready to rock this world!

Unfortunately, as we'd come to find out, there was much more waiting ahead.

Waiting for someone to hold us.

To feed us.

Someone to do whatever else it was we felt needed doing that for some reason or another we hadn't quite yet figured out how to do ourselves.

And so we waited.

And waited some more.

Not much seemed to be happening as far as speeding up the waiting process so we began throwing in a tantrum or two, simply to turn things up a notch.

Sure, we also threw in a bunch of whining as well, for dramatic effect.

Really added to the heightened sense of urgency.

Or so we thought, anyway.

After all, what did we have to lose.

It wasn't like they were gonna put us back in that wonky bubble, right!?!

Amazingly enough, occasionally all of our screaming, crying, and whining actually worked.

We got what we wanted.

Other times, not so much.

So when it comes to waiting, although we don't enjoy it, after a lifetime of perfecting our waiting skills we've pretty much become experts at it.

As time passed, we moved from turtle on its back status to terror on the floor tile mode and everything escalated from there.

We were in essence mobile and that was a complete game changer.

No longer were we being held back by our physical limitations.

Suddenly we could scream and shout as well as twist it all about.

And did we ever take advantage of it.

To the point of being such a huge distraction on all levels that they were forced to up their game in accordance.

Hence, our introduction to the Rumor Mill.

All brought to us courtesy of a colorful cast of characters that lived in a box in the family room.

From morning to night, 7 days a week, these fine folks told us everything we ever wanted to know about life.

About reality.

Well, reality from their perspective anyway.

Who were we to say they were wrong.

Who were we to say anything.

At that point, we were pretty much speechless. Literally.

They all seemed so convincing, even if we weren't quite convinced they were real.

After all, most of us had cats & dogs at home and so we knew they were real.

Yet, for some unknown reason, none of them ever took the time to talk to us.

Yeah, they made the occasional weird noise here 'n there but it only seemed to happen when they wanted food.

Or attention.

Come to think of it, I'm beginning to see a pattern there.

Anyway, the one's in the box spent the time to give us the full scoop on everything that was going on.

So it was probably best to listen to them and forget the one's at home.

They obviously had an agenda.

The one's at home only wanted us for food.

We knew it.

They knew it.

Their gig was up.

As time passed, we began to reach new heights, which enabled us a better perspective with which to view the world.

Once again, in an effort to contend with our new & improved viewpoint, they were forced to up their game, reaching new levels of creativity.

Enter fine folks like the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause and who knows who else in between.

None of them visible, much less verifiable, but believe in them we did.

And as I recall it didn't take a whole lot to get us to believe those stories.

Was it because they came with a built in bribe, a reward of sorts, as proof that they existed?

Perhaps.

I mean, if they didn't exist, how else did those quarters  end up under our pillow.

Even better yet, what about all those presents under the Christmas tree.

Who do you think could've managed that.

All overnight, no less.

That was no dream, although it sure felt like it.

And that went on for years.

At least until we were about 7 or 8 years old.

That was about the time we began to notice the first inklings of disinfo floating around the classroom.

Rumors that, not only were they confusing, but they were extremely disappointing as well.

What do you mean the Tooth Fairy isn't real!

Who's gonna make up a story like that.

And if they did make it up, what would be the reason behind it.

Why would they want us to believe in something that wasn't true.

Next thing you know, it was the Easter Bunny.

Say it ain't so.

I mean, some of us have actually seen him in real life.

Even had our photo taken with him.

There's no way he's not real.

And then they really dropped a bombshell on us.

Yep, the jolly guy in the big red suit... was a fraud.

Mind blown.

Almost from day one I'd gone to the Mall to visit with him, convince him of just how nice I'd been, drop off my Must Have list, and go home and wait for that oh so special day.

That's one guy I knew for certain was real.

Now, did I ever actually see him slide down the chimney?

Ummm, that would be a no.

Did I ever see him place all the presents under the tree?

Again, that would be a no.

But how could I.

I was too busy sleeping because I was told that if I went to bed early, I could get up early and open up the presents he'd dropped off overnight.

Made total sense.

And I wasn't about to risk it by testing their story.

I knew that somewhere between the socks, sweaters and underwear was bound to be at least one, if not two things that were actually on my list.

But eventually the rumors became impossible to ignore.

To the point where I finally had to give in.

Sure enough, Santa Clause wasn't real.

Santa was a rumor.

He was a big piece of a huge disinfo campaign, sent to me by the very same people I was supposed to trust the most in life.

Looking back, I guess I can see why they did it.

Their goal was to keep hope alive.

To help us have faith in the unseen.

To believe in better days ahead.

Fast forward to today and it seems as if we're living in the very same scenario.

We're running on rumors, misinfo and disinfo.

We've been down this road a time or two.

We should be experts at this by now.

And at the end of the day, we are.

The hard part is in having the patience to hang in there and remember that.

That's the one life lesson that we never truly master, regardless of how many times we're tested.

We have to know in our hearts that it's a process.

A process that's been in process, in the process of processing, for longer than any process has any right to process processing.

And thankfully, we also know that somewhere along in the world's slowest ongoing process, they will begin to process our exchanges.

And I hope you continue to hang in there until the process reaches our level of processing.

That will make all of this seemingly forever of waiting all worthwhile.

Remember, we were raised on rumors.

We're experts.

We got this!

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with the Cartoon Network. 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.

From Recaps Archives………

"Bits and Pieces " from Mot at TNT -Friday Night 10-8-2021

Thank you Mot!!!

TNT:

Mot:  A minister was completing a temperance sermon.

 With great emphasis he said, 'If I had all the beer in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.'

 With even greater emphasis he said, 'And if I had all the wine in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.'

And then finally, shaking his fist in the air, he Said, 'And if I had all the whiskey in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.'

Sermon complete, he sat down..

The song leader stood very cautiously and announced

With a smile, nearly laughing, 'For our closing song,

Let us sing Hymn #365, 'Shall We Gather at the River.'

Mot:  An honest man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard.

Suddenly, the light turned yellow just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

The tailgating woman hit the roof, and the horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection.

As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger-printed, and photographed, and then placed in a holding cell.

After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'What Would Jesus Do?' bumper sticker, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.

Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car!"

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Mot:  As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? Just "do it".

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?

"Believe in Angels, then return the favor."

Mot:  ~~~ Karma!! --- Ya KNow How I Love Karma! ~~~

I went to get my hair done in a Hispanic salon. Walked in and was greeted in English so I responded in English and kept speaking English during my time in there.

The woman doing my hair starts talking to another stylist in Spanish. Talking trash about me, "Who do I think I am coming to a Spanish salon."

Well, I'm Mexican. I let her keep talking trash the whole time. Once she was done, I got up and, in fluent Spanish, thanked her and told her I'd be sure to never come back.

I walked out without paying. No one came after me.

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Mot: ~~~ Have You Ever Ventured into ~~~ ""Moms Mystery Bag"" ~~~

"Bits and Pieces " From Mot at TNT Saturday Night 10-2-2021

Thanks Mot….for all the joy over the years you have given us all…….

TNT:

Mot:  Loved this.... passing it on🐝

My dad has bees. Today I went to his house and he showed me all of the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off of a 5 gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.

I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.

 Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey  collection, there were bees flying all over outside.

We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all of their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies.

We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.

When it was time for me to leave we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.

Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.

Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates.

We could all learn a thing or two from these bees.

I did not write this I should add, but love it. Bee kind always.

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Mot: --- Welllll --- That didn't Go as Planned!! ~~~

Mot:  aaaahhhhhhh Yet More Marital Insight!! ~~~ from Mot of Course! ~~~

Mot:  ~~~ It's Offically! ~~~

Mot:  --- HEY Dude!!! ~~~ Stay in Your Lane!! ~~~

More Humor As We Wait....and Wait...and Wait Some More!

More Humor while we wait!!!

Sabickford:  The biggest lie I tell myself…"I don't need to write this down, I'll remember it."

My People skills are just fine. It my tolerance of idiots that needs work.

Sometimes I roll my eyes out loud

Ignorance can be trained and Crazy can be medicated… But there's no cure for stupid.

Kids don't know how easy they have it today. When I was Young I had to walk 9 Feet through Shag Carpet to Change the TV Channel.

Good Mom's let you lick the beaters. Great Mom's let you turn them off first.

You don't get smarter as you get older. There is just less stupid stuff that you haven't already done.

Stop trying to change yourself with resolutions. Accept you’re a mess and move on.

If you can't handle me at my worst,,, I don't blame you. I can't either

Don't give up on your dreams…Go Back to sleep

An apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough

Mean people don't bother me. Mean people who disguise themselves as nice people bother me.

I love when the smoke alarm cheers me on while I'm cooking

Just calling to remind you that I know you in real life, so your Facebook posts aren't fooling anyone.

Stalking is when two people go for a long walk - but only one of them knows about it.

If you can't say something nice, say something clever but devastating

I wish I was as fat as I was the first time I thought I was fat

I don't wish people "Good Morning" I just say "Morning", then it's up to them. I'm not taking responsibility for the stuff

I'm starting to think I'm the ugly friend that gets invited out all the time just to make sure my friends look more attractive.

Some people are such treasures that you just want to bury them

We have been through so much together - And most of it was YOUR Fault

I don't understand why you pay a shrink. I'll tell you what's wrong with you for free.

I don't get offered drugs nearly as much as D.A.R.E. said I would

Some people want a perfect relationship. I just want a cheeseburger that looks like the ones in the commercials.

I'm a proud supporter of messy hair, no makeup, and PJ's all Day! Who's with me.

If you see me eating a salad in a restaurant, I've been Kidnapped and I'm trying to signal you.

I'd like to offer moral support but I have questionable morals.

My Kids call it "Nagging". I call it "Just do what I freaking told you to do the first time"!

Find people you don't have to hide your weirdness from

I take Coffee with my Cream and Whiskey

I've Been Naughty. It was Worth It!!!!

"Always Drunk" sounds a little harsh. I prefer "Selectively Sober"

Do you ever have so much stuff planned for the next day and then you wake up and You're just like "Nah"?

A whoopee cushion filled with gravy adds a hilarious new dimension to a rather tiresome old joke

Think Old and you'll be old, Think young and you'll be a delusional Old Fart

My Goal was to lose 10 Lbs. this year. Only 15 more to go.

My Diet is best described as"Unsupervised Child at a Birthday Party"

Speaking my mind is easy …. Speaking Tactfully not so much

I tried being normal once but never again will I subject myself to such terrible torture

Auto Correct has Become my Worst Enema

If your car could travel at the speed of light, would your headlights work?

Arguing with a woman is like reading a software license agreement. In the end you ignore everything and click "I Agree".

When I get bored I like to call in sick to places I don't Work. Today I'm being written up at Kohl's.

I Meditate. I Burn Candles. I Drink Green Tea. And Sometimes I still want to Smack some people.

I'm going to the woods to scream for awhile. Anyone wanna come?

If you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain.

"In It To Win it" By Dr. Dinar

In It To Win It  By Dr. Dinar

Is this thing for real?

No... really. Is it?

Yeah, this dinar RV deal.

This entire GCR "thing".

Is any of this really and truly going to happen? Like, ever??

Or are we existing in some kind of an alternate universe, alternating between reality and who knows where.

I'll bet there are quite a few folks asking themselves those very same questions right about now.

Not just family and friends of those afflicted with RV/GCR-itis.

Heck, they've had our Rubber Rooms reserved for us for many years now.

It's no shock to them that this once in a lifetime pipe dream has yet to materialize.

To them it's no surprise whatsoever that we aren't celebrating our new lives as millionaires.

Heck no.

They knew from the very beginning that this pie-in-the-sky, too-good-to-be-true Ponzi Scheme was just a scam perpetrated by the banks, the ABC Agencies and the self-proclaimed behind the screens Guru's.

And so far, they're feelin' pretty good about their predictions.

And they won't hesitate to continue to remind us of that fact either.

"Are you rich yet?"

"Did your ship finally come in?"

"How's that new Ferrari workin' out for ya?"

"Enjoying your new Beach House?"

I'm pretty sure we've all been on the receiving end of those jabs.

And more.

The naysayers that continue on with their relentless doubt filled statements, all in an effort to prove themselves right, at the expense of our being wrong.

Which all serves to undermine your foundation, if even just a little bit.

Completely understandable.

For those of us that have been involved in this made for TV spectacle for many years, those that have done the research and built a foundation based on history and how it's extremely likely that history will repeat itself in one form or another, I have a feeling we're fairing a bit better than those that have recently jumped on board the Insane Train.

Yes, I have a strong feeling that those folks among us that are relatively new to this game are going through those initial stages of serious doubt right about now.
Could the naysayers be right?

Could this all be a scam?

Did I fall for yet another Pyramid Scheme, just like my Brother in Law said I did?

We all have those twinges every once in a while, even us RV/GCR veterans.

It's only natural.

At the end of the day it comes down to this being a currency speculation.

Yes, a SPECULATION.

There are no guarantees, one way or another.

Absolutely none.

We paid our money, we bought our currency, we all (well, most of us anyway) verified that we were over 48in. tall, which means we're "officially" tall enough to ride this ride.

Basically, we're committed (some believe we should have been committed long ago but that's another story for a different day) to this journey, however long it may take.

Long term investment?

Yeah, we know.

Believe me... we know.

After all, how many times have we heard that.

Not quite as many times as we've heard "It's goin' down tomorrow!" but probably pretty darn close.

Which doesn't bode well for those that thought this was a guaranteed Lottery Ticket win.

Once they realized that this ordeal was going to take some time, they've had to do quite a bit of digging to create foundations of their own.

A means of hanging on and hangin' in there by any means available.

And I feel sorry for those that have yet to go through the initial reality check.

We all got "in" shortly after hearing we only had a few days before this thing popped and suffering through the not-knowingness of whether our shipment of IQD would arrive in time or not.

Yep, been there, done that.

And got the faded Fed Ex envelope to prove it.

Yet, here we are, weeks, months, some of us many years later.

Still amazed at how we could still be waiting.

Wondering how all of these endless drop-dead dates and deadlines could have slid by without as much of a provable peep of factual facts to show for it.

Last I checked all the economies around the world should have crumbled at least five years ago.

And yet, here we are, with a world seemingly no worse for wear.

Well, besides the mandatory wearing of the masks, anyway.

Go figure.

And now we're back to the sounds of silence.

Which, I ain't gonna lie, can really be kind of a drag sometimes.

Yep, Dinarland has once again been hushed into submission and to be honest, the silence is deafening.

We've all picked our faves along the way and whether you're a fan of the Newshounds or the Rumtellers, you've surely felt there was someone in Dinarland strummin' the right banjo.

Playin' your tune.

Unfortunately, at the end of the day, here we sit with boxes of funny money and seemingly none of the all-knowing Guru's being any more right or wrong than any of the others.

We're all on the same playing field, left wondering who has the ball.
All part of the Plan? Perhaps.
Maybe all this confusion was just part of a well executed plan of deception.

Myself, I lean more towards the uncontrolled chaos of the situation creating most, if not all, of the confusion.

Not to mention all the behind-the-scenes corruption adding to the confusionism as well.

Mix it all together and you pretty much have the scenario we're currently experiencing.

I'm not so sure they had to add any extra ingredients to spice up the mix.

Does that mean we give up? Heck no!

Does it mean we aren't any closer than we were when Iraq was released from Chapter 7 oh so many years ago?

Again, not necessarily.

Maybe so. Maybe not.

Heck, at this point, everything's a guess because nobody really knows.

One thing's for certain though, we HAVE to be getting closer. Don't we?

I'd sure like to think so anyway.

Unfortunately, closer doesn't necessarily mean close.

Then again, it doesn't mean that we're not close.

It only means that despite how often we might forget, things are happening, things have happened, and things are being done.

Just not on our schedule.

Nor anybody else's for that matter.

And not the one thing we want so emphatically to be over and done, which of course is the GCR.

Therefore, it comes down to making a choice.

Do we bail out early, sell our currency back, and say a quick Adios to Dinarland?

I say Heck No!

I vote we continue to stay strong, to fight the good fight, and to prove, not only to ourselves, but to our family and friends, that we were right.

That "they" were wrong.

That this deal IS real.

That we aren't just plain looney.

That we aren't simply one dim Crayon short of a sharp tool shed.

I know I'm not going anywhere.
I'm in it to win it!

And hopefully you are as well.

We've been in this thing for far too long to give up now.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I the Dog Whisperer or in any way involved with the SPCA or the promoting of buying or selling of foreign currency. 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.

 From Recaps Archives

"Humor While We Wait" Posted by Sabickford

Recaps Note: Thanks Sabickford ….for all the chuckles over all these years!

Humor While We Wait

Sabickford:   I'm not saying it's hot outside but two Hobbits just threw a ring into my backyard

Warning- going to sleep on Sunday will cause Monday

I want to start juicing but I'm hesitant, I don't know how to juice Tacos

I've finally lost my mind. If found Don't bother to return it. It wasn't working properly anyway.

For the first time in forever, I decided to go shoot some pool tonight. You should have seen the look on the face of those swimmers.

Money cannot buy happiness, but it’s more comfortable to cry in a Corvette than on a bicycle.

I had My Wife Begging to me the other night - She was on her knees Begging - She Said Please come out from under the Bed and Fight Like A Man

I only do what the voices in my wife's head tell her to tell me to do…

Chinese proverb: "Man who want nurse for girlfriend must be patient"

Women spend more time wondering what men are thinking than men spend thinking.

There may be no excuse for laziness, but I'm still looking.

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.

'll bet you $4,567 you can't guess how much I owe my bookie.

I hate it when people use big words just to make themselves sound perspicacious.

I'm great at multi-tasking - I can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once.

Tomorrow is "National Take Your Flask To Work Day!" I just made that up. Tell the Others,

I was born with my heart on my sleeve, a fire in my soul, and a mouth I can't control

Being married is like having the freedom to do whatever your wife tells you

It's ok to swallow your pride, You won't gain a pound

Inside me is a thin man trying to get out…I usually shut him up with chocolate.

Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.

Right before I die I'm going to swallow a bag of popcorn kernels to make the cremation a bit more interesting.

I hate it when the voices in my heads go Silent… I never know what they are planning.

How many boxes of these Thin Mints do I have to eat before I start seeing results?

Wouldn't it be really fun if breast implants came with Squeaky toys inside them?

I'm not so sure about an inner child, but I have an inner idiot that surfaces from now and then.

Nothing Says 'I HATE YOU" like giving someone's Kid a Drum Set

TEENAGERS tired of being harassed by your parents? ACT NOW move out, get a job, and Pay your own way , QUICK while you still know everything!

A State trooper was asked on a Exam "What would you do if you had to arrest your mother?" In the Blank he put "Call for Backup!!!"

The cashier said Strip down, facing me. How was I to know she meant my debit card?

To All Trolls - So tell me.. Is your butt aware that you head had moved in?

When people cut you down or talk behind your back remember, they took time out of their pathetic lives to think about you.

You're not drunk until you have to grab onto the grass to keep from falling off the earth.

Sometimes life bites you in the Butt. Thankfully I have enough padding there to take the hit.

I sometimes put a sticky note on someone's car saying "Sorry for the Damage" . It's kind of funny watching them look for the damage.

Be the reason someone smiles today! Or the reason they drink. Whatever works.

I need a part-time job that pays $30,000 a week.

My brain is experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand by…

Don't they already have enough comedians in Politics?

Karma is like a rubber band. You can only stretch it so far before it comes back and SMACKS you in the face.

Never water yourself down just because someone can't handle you 100 proof

A police office came to my house and asked me where I was between 5 & 6. He seemed annoyed when I answered 'Kindergarten"

The more you weigh the harder you are to kidnap. Stay Safe - Eat cake.

I'm 100% sure I called shotgun, while you were shoving me in the back. Yea I realize I'm being arrested but the rules of shotgun are pretty clear, Man.

I hate those people who knock on your door and tell you need to be 'Saved" or you will "Burn". Stupid Firemen

I started on a new diet. It's called the "I have $10 until Friday" diet

Not one drop of my self worth depends on your acceptance of me

If procrastination was an Olympic Sport, I'd compete in it later.

I Think my problem is that I have really Fantastic bad ideas

I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.

Don't believe all the rumors you hear about me, the truth is much worse.

Old People at weddings always poke me and say "You're Next!" So I started doing the same thing to them at Funerals.

I Hate Tacos! Said No Juan Ever

I have been putting a lot of thought into it and I don't think being an adult will work for me.

Sometimes the first steps to forgiveness is understanding the other person is an idiot.

I hate the term "Crazy" - I Prefer Happy with Benefits.

When I was a kid you didn't have to say "Don't Try This At Home!" Because we weren't complete morons back then.

I believe that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise

When does Hibernation start because I am 100% participating in that.

The fact that jellyfish have survived for 650 million years without a brain has given hope to many people.

Insanity is Hereditary. You get it from your kids.

Two Tales Posted by Mot "The Teacher and the Horse's A**" 9-3-2021

TNT:

Mot:  To emphasize his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie ---

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, “What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”

He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers, “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.”

To emphasize his point he said to another guest; “You’re a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?” Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, “You want to know what I make?” She paused for a second, then began

“Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.”

“I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for five minutes without an iPod, Game Cube or movie rental.” She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table, and continued, “You want to know what I make?”

“I make kids wonder.”

“I make them question.”

“I make them apologize and mean it.”

“I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.”

“I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn’t everything.”

“I make them read, read, read.”

“I make them show all their work in math. They use their God-given brain, not the man-made calculator.”

“I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.”

“I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.”

“I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag, one nation under God, because we live in the United States of America.”

“I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.”

Pausing one last time, Bonnie continued, “Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant. You want to know what I make?”

“I make a difference.”

“What do you make, Mr. CEO?”

Mot:  Yet Another!! --- Now You KNows!! ~~~ from Mot of Course!! ~~~

The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number.

Why was that gauge used?

Well, because that's the way they built them in England, and English engineers designed the first US railroads.

Why did the English build them like that?

Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the wagon tramways, and that's the gauge they used.

So, why did 'they' use that gauge then?

Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they had used for building wagons, which used that same wheel spacing.

Why did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing?

Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break more often on some of the old, long distance roads in England . You see, that's the spacing of the wheel ruts.

So who built those old rutted roads?

Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (including England ) for their legions. Those roads have been used ever since.

And what about the ruts in the roads?

Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match or run the risk of destroying their wagon wheels. Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome , they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing. Therefore the United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot. Bureaucracies live forever.

So the next time you are handed a specification/procedure/process and wonder 'What horse's ass came up with this?', you may be exactly right. Imperial Roman army chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the rear ends of two war horses. (Two horses' asses.)

Now, the twist to the story:

When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at their factory in Utah .

The engineers who designed the SRBs would have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site. The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains, and the SRBs had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds.

So, a major Space Shuttle design feature, of what is arguably the world's most advanced transportation system, was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's ass. And you thought being a horse's ass wasn't important?

Ancient horse's asses control almost everything......

News, Rumors and Humor Tuesday Afternoon 8-31-2021

RV Excerpts from the Restored Republic via a GCR: Update as of Tues. 31 Aug. 2021

Compiled Tues. 31 Aug. 2021 12:01 am EST by Judy Byington

Judy Note: No new Intel has come in on the status of the RV since Fri. 27 Aug, whenour Military Intel Contact indicated thatthe Tier 4B Internet Group would see exchange/ redemption appointment notification by some time Tues. 31 Aug.

Today on Mon. afternoon 30 Aug. he said that we were so close that he couldn’t say much, except that [redacted] admin people blocking the RV in the USA were being arrested and removed.

A. Schedule of Events:

On Sat 22 Aug. there was large global bank and financial industry meetings in Iraq involving all 207 participating countries. They were celebrating the Global Currency Reset. Bond Holder notifications were set to go out, with liquidity on Tues. 31 Aug.

By Mon. 13 Sept. Tier 4B was to be finished exchanging so rates could be adjusted for the Tier 5 public start of exchanges on Wed 15 Sept.

Read full post here:  https://dinarchronicles.com/2021/08/31/restored-republic-via-a-gcr-update-as-of-august-31-2021/

Judy Note: Tues. 31 Aug. Charlie Ward 1:43 am EST: I just received a message from the staff in Washington that blessing is so near now that she sent an Emoji as they are already under NDA. As soon as the liquidity starts today Tues. 31 Aug, then within 24hrs the RV would start. The liquidity would hit Dubi 1 & Dubi 2 and then within an hour, it will go through all levels. The RV needs to be done this week and not next week as we are told from powers. Have faith my friends and stay close to God that the RV is imminent now. No one can stop it. It’s now.

Whiplash347: Be ready for the 6th & 7th, Sunday, Monday. Two days ahead of schedule. 9/11.

https://dinarchronicles.com/2021/08/31/restored-republic-via-a-gcr-extra-special-update-as-of-august-31-2021/

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Courtesy of Dinar Guru

Pimpy  There is a huge summit.  I was excited about it.  I was hoping to hear some great things about it and of course al my hopes came true...there's a lot of information going on about the summit and it's success...there was a lot of great counties, 9 in total...what they were doing was really wishing Iraq luck and they all support Iraq ready to be on their own...finally have their own sovereignty reinstated.  All of them are agreeing to support Iraq...They support the White Paper reforms and they all agreed on different forms of trade and security and education...they whole 9 years.  That's what I really was hoping for...

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TNT:

Carter:  Does anybody else think the can still get kicked down the road again with everything going on?

Kaseyko1:  Carter, I don't think the can will be kicked again; I think we are truly at the end of the road! I'm hopeful we'll see something by the end of the week; there's too many good things that have happened & Iraq & CBI are doing a lot of talking about what they're doing; can only mean good things.

MountainMole:  The kicking of the can. The can can only be kicked until it’s no longer a can or they come to the end of the road. Both have occurred IMHO

TNDOC: Mountain mole, I agree. They try kicking the can again, it is going to bounce right back to them.

Kaseyko1:  Things have never looked so good for us like what we are seeing right now!

MountainMole: This will be a September to remember

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Tishwash:  Nassar Al-Rubaie: The just distribution of the wealth of the Iraqis is the one that unites them

The leader of the Sadrist movement, Nassar al-Rubaie, confirmed, on Monday, that the federal system in Iraq is the best solution in the way of governance in Iraq.  

 Al-Rubaie said, during his participation in the "Al-Rafidain Forum for Dialogue" and followed by "Nass" (August 31, 2021): "Any people of multiple sects and ethnicities, especially in Iraq, have become partisan pluralism, which is an ethnic and sectarian representation, as partisan pluralism has strengthened that The problem is that she takes this or that identity.  

He pointed out that "Iraq needs a political will to build a strong modern state that fulfills the hopes of the Iraqi people, and is based on a fair distribution, because the unified for the Iraqis is the equitable distribution of wealth."  

He pointed out that "the political process in Iraq has gone through several controversies and the regime in 2003 fell as a result of the occupation of legislators from the United Nations."  

He continued, "The dialectic of occupation and liberation continues until the moment, instead of discussing progress in the field of development and news," noting that "the mechanism in which the constitution was written was dependent on the transitional government, and the greatest harm in it is that the occupation does not exit without the presence of a constitution and a legitimate government."  

Al-Rubaie stressed, "The constitution needs to explain many of its paragraphs instead of jurisprudence, and the Federal Court is concerned with this matter."  

And he touched on the oil and gas law, stressing that "if the oil and gas law was approved, it would achieve sustainable development in all sectors in Iraq, and would put an end to the trespassers on the country's wealth."   link

Mot:  Clampetts Go to Maui · Jeff Foxworthy ~~~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn1pHER3lAI

Mot:  Games Rednecks Play · Jeff Foxworthy ---

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PKPfw5HoLg

"Dinarland-The Land of Confuse-Zim" by Dr. Dinar

Dinarland - The Land Of Confuse-Zim  By Dr. Dinar

Well, surprise, surprise, surprise!

Here we are, on the verge of yet another Holiday shopping season and we're still sitting here, broker than broke.

Without an RV.

Without a completed GCR.

Still unsure the GCR process has actually started processing.

Sure, we've hear a thousand times the process has started.

But, as with everything else in Dinarland, as it stands, that's just another unprovable rumor.

How can that be.

Who in their right mind ever imagined we'd still be here.

Three quarters of the way through yet another year.

And might I add, the weirdest year on record.

A year that, like so many others that came before, began with such promise, only to be left with that same ol' Dinarja Vu feeling we've been dealing with for the past decade plus.

 Yep, back at the end of 2010, throughout Dinarland all we heard was we'd never get to 2011 without "cashin' out our dee-nars".

Oh how wrong they were.

And how wrong we were for not knowing how wrong they were.

And to make matters worse, back then all we had to concern ourselves with was the simple RV of the IQD.

That's it.

Nothin' crazy about that.

How much easier could it be.

Wham, Bam, Thank You #43!

Even if they didn't originally intend for the RV to include you and me, which shouldn't come as any big surprise to any of us playing along, by that point they begrudgingly rewrote the rule book, thereby allowing us to play along.

Say hello to the new, renewed & reimproved #13303.

And Thank You too, Dr. Shabinabibi.

Most of us are well aware of your boasting of Iraq's ability to support a $15 to $17 fantasy rate and all the reasons behind your making such an insanely unrealistic statement.

And how your statement has been taken completely out of context for far too many years.

Having said that, those of us living in the real world will gladly take our $3.41 and bow out gracefully.

Off to the various Auto Dealerships and Zillow we will go.

On our way to making our dreams come true.

But hang on there fellow Dinarians, not so fast.

Turns out there was something else in the works.

Much more "stuff" lurking behind the curtain than we were aware of.

At least not at that time anyway.

It was around that time we began to hear the rumors of the "Rise of the Dong".

Say what!?!

Now we have Vietnam involved in all this?

Whose crazy idea was that anyway!

Talk about a surprise.

They quickly explained it away, saying China was going to move all of their manufacturing to nearby Vietnam, thereby creating more "living space" for their ever expanding population.

Who could argue with that kind of logic.

Not to mention all of the newly discovered precious metals lying dormant under all the Vietnamese rice fields.

Talk about Fields of Dreams.

That stuff couldn't fit any better into this storyline if they tried.

Almost as if they made it up.

But they wouldn't make this stuff up, would they?

Nah. Not even if they could.

Do I even need to mention all of the as yet unfracked oil sitting just offshore, awaiting future fracking.

Who knew.

Believe it or not, it all made total sense.

Which, when you think about it, is more than confusing.

At that point, as it is now, making sense was anything but the "norm" in Dinarland.

So that alone was plenty crazy.

Which fits right in with the rest of this scheme.

But that was pretty much the last of the craziness we heard about the VND.

Well, besides the rates of course.

Don't even get me going on the insanity of all the rate rumors.

You'll think I'm crazy.

Street rates.

Market rates.

Sovereign rates.

Contract rates.

And don't even get me going on the whole Demand-Your-Own-Rates thing.

Since then, the VND has calmed down quite a bit, yet remains a "regular" in the first basket.

No questions asked, just another crazily concocted piece of the GCR puzzle.

Sure, they said it would get crazy at the end and it was definitely getting awfully crazy at that time, what with numerous people saying this would be our last broke weekend, week, after week, after crazy-filled week.

Therefore, it must finally be the end.

Right?

After all, it couldn't get much crazier than it already was, could it?

Well, not so quick there, Currencyhopper.

It was about to get a whole lot crazier.

Enter the Zim.

Aka; Level 3 Crazy.

That crazy, kooky, silkscreened on 20# standard office copy paper, festooned with "I Promise To Pay Whomever Is Crazy Enough To Believe In This Lotsofzero's Stuff..." in the upper left hand corner, Triple Rock covered, multi-purpose Monopo-money.

And heeeeerrre we go again!

Cue the crazy rumor factory, workin' overtime on the late shift.

Highest numerical value in the history of currency. Check!

Demonitized back in 2009, currently sold as a "collectible", recently "reimagined" as a Bond. Check!

A James Bond.

Shaken, as well as stirred.

Zero's on, zero's off, a multiplyerin' we will go. Check-mate!

You name it, rumor upon rumor, the Zim is awash in it.

The only thing we haven't seen (yet) is an actual photo showing an Alien Clone wearing a gold tie having recently arrived "on planet" from his home on Mars, with his "to go" bag securely by his side, full of Zim notes and receipts, heading off in an electric-powered Uber, on his way to an Exchange Center somewhere in Area 51.

And believe me, I won't be the least bit shocked when we do see it.

Or at least hear about it anyway.

After all, we've pretty much seen and heard everything else.

The one semi-consistent rumor in all this, having been shouted from the rooftops for the past decade plus, is that this RV/GCR thing really is real.

And that it will happen.

And that, when it happens, it will happen "suddenly".

As in one second it won't be there, and without any prior warning whatsoever, poof, there it will be.

That kind of suddenly.

Any day.

Any time.

Almost as if they have it all planned out.

Which, to be honest, I highly doubt they do.

I think they'd like to think they have it all planned out and that everything is working out according to their plan.

But honestly, at this point I think they're pretty much just wingin' it.

Attacking each day's obstacles as they come.

And right along with that statement is that this so called "suddenly" will happen when we least expect it.

Least expect it?

Seriously!?!

How is that even possible.

At this point I think all of Dinarland is fully expecting it.

Each and every second of every minute of every day.

And night.

We're even expecting the unexpected, just in case they try to slide one by us on the down low.

Like, totally unexpected or something.

Yep, basically we've got all the bases covered.

So that when it finally does happen, and I firmly believe it will, it will happen on somebody's watch.

Perhaps they should change "when we least expect it" to "when we least believe it".

By that I mean it could very well happen tomorrow, but we've heard that so many times that 99% of us no longer believe tomorrow even exists.

Let alone that this RV/GCR thing will happen tomorrow.

Yeah, if there is a tomorrow, the sun will more than likely come out somewhere but the RV/GCR, that's still up in the air.

Aloft among the great unknowns.

And believe me, it will take quite a bit of convincing to get us to believe otherwise.

Hopefully, after having given it some time, allowing it to sink in, we'll all get the surprise of our lives, shouting "GAAA-LEE... SHA-ZIM!" as we exit one of over 6,500 Exchange Centers, none of which are located any further than an hour's drive away from our drone-surveillanced homes.

In spite of all that, I still believe it's not a matter of "if" but of "when".

So above all else, be sure to enjoy the ride.

No matter how crazy it gets from here on out.

And remember, the dronified "eye in the sky" will be watching you all the way from your home to the Exchange Center.

So be sure to leave extra early for your scheduled appointment and be certain to obey all traffic laws.

Last thing we need are any last minute surprises.

Other than those unexpected ones we're totally expecting.

Hang in there folks, this ride's about to get a little bumpy and we don't wanna be caught by surprise.

 Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, a U.S.M.C. recruiter nor am I the Mayor of Mayberry. 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.

From Dinar Recaps Archives…….

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

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 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.

From Recaps Archives…..

Humor While We Wait, and Wait and Wait Some More..........

From MarkZ’s Stream Chat

Sabickford:  I'm not much on Seizing the Day, I just poke at it with a stick.

I swear some people need a stamp on their forehead saying "DON"T REPRODUCE"

My bank has a new service where they text you your balance. It's cool, I just don't think they should add "LOL" at the end

If Being sarcastic burned calories, I'd be transparent by now.

“I need to talk to you!!" These six words have the ability to make you instantly recall every bad thing you have ever done, and some you didn't

You know it's been a good day when you didn't have to unleash the flying monkeys.

Don't be afraid of being outnumbered. Remember Eagles fly alone. Pigeons flock together.

They say it's better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?

I realized I was an aggressive driver when my 4 year old yelled " Pick A Lane, Idiot!" From the seat in the Grocery Cart.

Water is the most essential element of life, because without water you can't make Coffee.

Relationships are like a walk in the park- Jurassic park

The hardest part of parenting is trying to fake mad when your kid does something bad but Hilarious.

My soulmate is out there somewhere, pushing a pull door. I just know it.

Now they've invented a pregnancy test with a curved handle so you don't get pee on your hands. Listen, if you aren't ready to get pee on your hands, you definitely NOT ready for Motherhood.

Our town was so small the we didn't have a town Drunk, So we all took turns.

 Look, I'm trying to Rant Here. Stop interrupting me with Facts and Reason

Not to Brag.. I don't even need alcohol to make bad decisions.

I am fluent in three languages…English, Sarcasm, and Profanity

My Morning coffee makes me feel like I have my stuff together. I don't. But it makes me feel like I do.

My son asked me to explain women to him, SO I bought him a Xbox game for his PlayStation.

I don't need someone who sees the good in me. I need someone who sees the Bad and still wants me.

You are going to be Fine. You come from a long line of Lunatics.

I think I need professional Help. A Chef, A Butler and A Maid should do it.

In a packed Elevator, everyone is silent. Stomach: I will now Demonstrate the Mating call of a Whale.

If you line up all your Ex's in a row you can see the flow chart of your mental Illness.

Don't use the Bathroom in your dream…It's a Setup!!!

Before you ask me to babysit I think you should know that I think kids are super funny when they're drunk.

Eggs are fantastic for a fitness Diet. Don't like the taste? Add cocoa, butter, flour, sugar & butter. Bake 30 Min.

Got emotions? There's Alcohol for that.

And then alcohol said "put that on Facebook, it's hilarious". But alcohol was wrong, So Very wrong.

Sometimes it's just more fun to take the low road.

Remember to look both ways before crossing a woman.

Some things are better left unsaid. Which I realize right after I have said them.

Someone offered me grapes but I declined. I'm not used to taking wine in pill form.

I'm not Cheap, but I am on special this week.

That awkward moment when you're singing a song you often sang as a child - and you suddenly understand the lyrics.

Judging by the looks of my hair this morning, I think I may be a Muppet.

Shout out to everyone who got through the day without taking a nap. Pulled a All-Dayer! Pretty Cool!

I think way too many people have been drinking from the Fountain of Stupid

Well what day will you have time for my shenanigans?

Lieabetes (Lie-a-bee-tees) -noun- A serious affliction some people suffer from that prevents them from being able to tell the truth regardless of the situation.

I Planned to take over the world, But I'm Tired

I found some things to do today. They're called mimosas

Wine-O-Lympics Everyone's a winner in these games

The revised Serenity Prayer…God grant me the strength to accept things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the devoted friends who will post bail money when I snap.

Redneck word of the Week Twerk….Imma have two more beers then it's back to TWERK

This antidepressant works best if you take it with water lapping near your hammock on a Caribbean beach.

I've expanded my skills. I can now forget what I'm doing while I'm actually doing it.

I never thought I would be the kind of person that would get up early to exercise. I was right.

Wish me luck in the Olympics. Just kidding I'm on my forth cupcake.

Dear God, I've been very good today- No grumpy thoughts, no swearing, no smacking people in the head and no whining at all. But I'm about to get out of bed so I may need some help with the rest of the day.

Some of the best moments in life are the ones you can't tell anybody about.

The secret to being happy is having a good sense of humor and a Dirty Mind

The Lysol commercial told me to disinfect the things I touch the most. I have a feeling that this is going to burn.

We have to stop this recent culture of people telling us they're "Offended" and expecting us to care

I 've learned so much from my mistakes I'm thinking of making a few more

It's been one of those "I can no longer be held responsible for my actions" kind of days

What do you call a sleepwalking Nun? A Roamin' Catholic

You may not have lost all your marbles, but there's definitely a hole in your bag.

I used to be crazy but one of my voices is a therapist and declared I am sane.

Just call me the little engine that said "Ok, but I need a cup of coffee first."

What does it mean when Holy water sizzles when it hits your skin (asking for a friend)?

Some say that their body it a temple…Mine is a bouncy castle

Diet Tip: If you feel hungry you could really be just Thirsty. Drink a pitcher of Margaritas and see how you feel.

Today I bought a doughnut without the sprinkles. Diets are hard.

If Pigs could fly imagine how good their wings would taste.

Never ask a woman eating ice cream straight from the carton if she is OK.

Oh Lord, Please Keep all the stupid people from breeding. We are getting badly outnumbered down here.

When you see my head tilt to the right and I start to stare into space, I would RUN! The voices inside my head gave me a brilliant idea. Be very Afraid!

The first five days after the weekend are the hardest.

Chocolate comes from cocoa, which comes from a tree. That makes it a plant, therefore , Chocolate counts as a salad. You're Welcome.

I run entirely on Caffeine and Inappropriate thoughts.

Why Weigh yourself? You could set yourself on Fire and then roll in Broken glass and still feel the same way.

Don't cling to a mistake just because you spent time making it.

Everyone has baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.