Today, there are these "doctors" not just prescribing but actually forcibly injecting their "medicine" - Dr. Bernanke and his QE3, which Dr. Manmohan is happily welcoming into the Indian economy, despite knowing full well that QE2 did NOT work, which obviously means QE1 did not, either.
The happy tippler who decides to give up his doctor, when he makes public this eminently sensible decision, will surely be faced with an array of "opinions" from all quarters, some telling him he has done well, and others insisting he has erred.
So, today as well, we have the IMF - and at least someone has explained how and why "IMF solutions reinforce problems."
I have been maintaining all along that we need to get along with our lives - and give up these quacks and their quackery.
You decide.
I am just an "opinion."
And opinions are not "enforced" - unlike Dr. Manmohan's "compulsory education."
The photo above is of Palaniappan Chidambaram with Timothy Geithner - both "finance ministers" whose finances come from paper "funny money."
Do note Chidambaram's very "nationalist lungi" - and he's a Harvard MBA who is also a socialist lawyer.
It was in 2006, on a day when George Bush was in Delhi, that a very brief article of mine originally titled "Counterfeiters Inc." was published in the Times of India as "False Currency." In this article, I concluded thus:
As we inch towards global capitalism, we need to ditch the false ideas that created central banking (and the IMF). Then only can a true capitalism arise and leftists be put permanently in their place.
This was long BEFORE QE2.
So, what do I greet Geithner and Dr. Bernanke with?
Now, let us understand that paper US dollars and paper rupees are both doing much the same thing - which is ADDING TO CHAOS, both financial as well as social. Chidambaram has been alternating between Finance and Home (police) for over 20 years - and his track record reveals nothing but deterioration on BOTH fronts.
As for the USSA, their paper dollars are screwing up our neighbourhood, the Af-Pak region, propping up the Pak "regime" which includes their Army - all this while ordinary citizens of both nations are disallowed from interacting freely and trading, even. Everything must be left to personnel of their respective States - as with the WTO.
National Socialism - Worldwide!
The US "War on Drugs" has already screwed up Mexico and all of South America - with tacit UN support. And the UN "bureaucracy" is funded by Geithner, using Dr. Bernanke's "funny money."
I have given all the economic arguments against this "connivance" between the RBI and the US Fed to "import inflation" into India already - just click on the label "Bernanke" on the right-hand bar.
So, today, I have this SONG for them - and you - dedicated towards ensuring a future in which PRIVATE PROPERTY rules supreme. And "lawless" SUPERPOWERS are abolished - by their own, long suffering people. I know many good Americans are extremely keen on abolishing Uncle Sam and all his works - which Murray Rothbard referred to as "a gang of thieves writ large."
I hope we do so, too - with their accomplices, our very own Predatory State writ large.
But this song is especially dedicated to the people of the Af-Pak "frontier region" - and I have recently written about how very well the Honourable Company dealt with them.
The song is from an album called Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, Howe - and is titled "Birthright." The refrain goes, "This place ain't big enough for Stars & Stripes. This place is THEIRS - by their BIRTHRIGHT!"
And I think all poppy fields and coca plantations are PRIVATE PROPERTIES as well - so Stars & Stripes better be "put back in its place."
Fortunately, Americans themselves are waking up to the necessity of ending this unholy "war on drugs" their BROKE UNCLE SAM has declared INTERNATIONALLY, with UN support. All of it financed, via Geithner, using Dr. Bernanke's "quack medicine."
NOTE: The entire album lives inside of me because I heard it over and over again - while reading the lyrics - all night long, alone in a basement, with 20 lines of COCAINE in me, 10 in each nostril. So, I have MUCH to thank coca for - and I do. "If you wanna hang out, you gotta try out - COCAINE!" And Mr. Clapton loves singing this song, too.
BIRTHRIGHT
Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, Howe
1989
A new born land,
Dreaming by the sky.
The scent of colours,
In the flowers.
Believe it's small,
In so many ways,
It holds the key,
That divides the super powers.
Dreaming by the sky.
The scent of colours,
In the flowers.
Believe it's small,
In so many ways,
It holds the key,
That divides the super powers.
This road is never lonely.
To England they are tied.
They were blasted by the Silver Cloud.
There were blasted to the wall alive.
This place,
This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes.
Counting out the statesmen,
Bungling one by one.
Spelling out this segregation.
So the catchword be,
Looking after Number One.
They release the fear inside.
Are human after all.
So begins our dream time,
They hunted like the dinosaur,
We the pure,
They the savage innocent,
How we crush our existence after all.
Come on
For without them,
We are lonely.
This England, we are blind.
Like all the Empires crumble,
We'll surely change the tide.
This place ain't big enough for red and white.
This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes.
This place - This place
This place is theirs - by their birthright.
The sun gives better reasons,
United we are blind,
To deliver our existence,
This human tide.
Give it some.
We can break the ties,
Of recent changes,
Know the ones who
Hold the key .
Singing out the congregation,
We are them and they are we.
This place ain't big enough for red and white.
This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes.
This place!
This place!
This place is theirs!
BY THEIR BIRTHRIGHT!
