"Where Would We Be Without Our RV Friends?" by Dr. Dinar

Thank you Dr. Dinar

Where Would We Be Without Our RV Friends  by Dr. Dinar

Okay, so where are we now.

Nearing the end of yet another month of one crazier than crazy year.

Matter of fact, I can't recall a crazier year in all of the years I've been in this.

Not even back in 2011 when Talibani was hospitalized with an undisclosed condition one day, then spotted out suit shopping in London the next day.

Back in Iraq playing golf at Baghdad Country Club the following day and then in a "lights-out" coma in Germany the day after that.

We all thought that was crazy.

Oh, how naive we were.

Mere rookies in the crazy game known as the RV of the IQD.

I have a feeling even "they" were unprepared for the level of craziness we're currently experiencing.

Not in terms of waiting for the GCR to pop, anyway.

And yet it is... and it has... and it continues to be one of the craziest years any of us Dinarians have experienced in this 15 year long internet-fueled trek to the finish line.

Nope, this should've all been over and done long ago.

Speaking of long ago, when I first got into this whole shindig of shenanigans, the rumored back wall being passed around at that time was November of 2013.

And at that point I just couldn't see it.

There was no way that was going to happen.

I mean, how could it drag out that far.

That meant years beyond anything anyone could even fathom.

Way beyond the two week window we were initially promised.

With everything we were hearing at that time, this thing was just about to pop and we'd be lucky if our first order of dinar arrived in time.

The hints were everywhere, impossible to ignore.

Heck, even if you weren't involved in the RV of the IQD you couldn't help but see how Iraq was on the road to recovery.

On the way to being Iraq again.

Only this time a much better example of itself.

A Gold Plated example.

Not to mention their freshly installed Made In The USA Government.

They simply could not lose.

And so of course, neither could we.

We knew everything about the RI in Kuwait and it's relatively short time frame.

How they lied to everybody about not even being close to returning to normal.

Not anywhere's near a rebuilding of their infrastructure.

Let alone their monetary situation.

And then Poof, under the cloak of darkness, they were brought back to where they were prior to the sanctions being imposed.

Almost as if nothing had ever happened.

Yeah, it was almost that quick.

And speaking of crazy, they allowed their currency to float and float it did.

Like a kid at the State Fair letting go of his helium filled balloon, the rate took off for the sky with no signs of stopping in the near future.

That's about the time quite a few others took notice and jumped aboard for a great ride.

We heard stories of those that jumped ship in the $7 and $8 range, sad they didn't stick it out as they watched it reach $9+.

And then, almost as quickly, someone burst the balloon, gravity took over and the rate dropped like the proverbial rock.

Suddenly, those that bailed at $7 didn't feel so bad.

Happy with the moves they made and even happier they escaped that stress filled volatility and the $3 settling point.

Will the PTB make that same mistake again, allowing the IQD to float on its own?

Not a chance. This GCR is all about across the board stability, not volatility.

Unfortunately most of us weren't along for that ride.

Easily understandable as that was prior to the internet being a thing.

But we witnessed the evidence of it, whether we knew it or not.

Mostly in the satisfying of our National debt as well as the surplus of funds during the "C" administration era.

And there we were, sneaking in the back door to Iraq's supposed rinse and repeat version of the Kuwaiti experience.

It was almost too good to be true, how could we lose.

With big time Corporations like Haliburton building miles of oil pipeline and if I recall correctly it was Citibank (the original Bank that was to be in charge of the monetary side of things) clamoring to get involved.

B of A came along after that, only to drop the Charter ball and be denied as well.

It wasn't until late 2010 or early 2011 that rumors of Wells Fargo entering the picture began to manifest.

Not to mention Verizon promising to get Iraq's communication situation back on track.

China and its promises to build thousands of homes and miles of infrastructure and a whole list of other biggies, all clamoring to stake their claims.

We were golden.

How could we not be.

All we had to do was wait.

And wait some more.

Okay, so we waited a bit longer than we wanted but the news was sooo good we just knew we were right on top of this thing.

All we had to do was continue to wait.

We simply could not lose.

Well, nothing but our patience.

As well as our minds.

And speaking of waiting, back in mid 2011 rumors of Wells Fargo acquiring Abbot Downing began to surface.

Which wouldn't have been an issue except that it wasn't going to happen until April of 2012.

Say what!

Another year away!

Say it ain't so.

This thing was ready to pop NOW!

Not a year from now.

Of course, it didn't pop and Wells went on to acquire Abbot.

The only good news in all of that was that Abbot Downing was known for only dealing with well heeled clients who held $50M or more.

So, logically of course, knowing the state of the US at that time, still reeling from the 2008 market crash, there had to be a method to this madness.

Which served to further fuel our belief in the validity of the RV.

After all, if the RV wasn't real and really about to happen, then there certainly would be no need for Wells to get involved with Abbot Downing.

Gotta love logic and common sense.

Especially when you're constantly viewing everything through your RV goggles.

And so we resumed waiting.

And as we waited, the rumors continued to flow.

Which, honestly, helped to keep us in the game.

Similar to now, we couldn't prove any of them to be true.

Yet, by the same token, neither could we prove them to be false.

The only thing we could do was treat the rumors as hope.

Hoping someone knew someone or something more than we did because when it came right down to it, we really didn't know anything.

Meaning hopefully they were true and hopefully they meant we were close to the end of our journey.

As time continued to roll along and the RV of the IQD took a back seat to the globe engulfing GCR, the crazy rumors continued, morphing to fit a strange new global event.

An undertaking so monumental only those that, thanks to all that waiting, had gone totally mental, could only barely begin to grasp.

This seemingly unknown thing called the GCR or better known throughout Dinarland as the Global Currency Reset, began to take center stage.

I only mention known throughout Dinarland because at that time there wasn't a trace of any of it, rumors or otherwise, outside of Dinarland.

Which also meant that as the RV landscape changed, not only did we have to turn up the volume on our powers of believing in the unbelievable, our ability to expect the unexpected, the cast of characters that were bringing us the rumtel had to change their M.O. as well.

How could they not.

Week in and week out, their storylines continually reaching a crescendo of craziness, only to leave us empty-walleted each and every Monday, there was simply no place for them to go other than the far reaches of the Earth.

A few even taking their GCR tour off-planet as it were.

It was either that, or make a quick exit, Stage Reno.

Some chose to continue trudging forward while others hit the road altogether, off to greener pastures filled with free energy, colloidal silver, tantalizing tea and a host of other free-range homemade remedies.

Which allowed others to take the GCR stage.

And just as everyone in Dinarland is different in their own special way, the Guru's themselves all brought various flavors of their own.

Some pleasant, some not so much.

All of them, while extremely similar, delivering their messages in their own distinctly special way.

Were the messages always positive?

Heck no. Anything but.

Some were just downright harsh, stating that this RV/GCR would never happen.

They, nor their sources, couldn't see it.

Therefore, it wasn't real.

Sheesh... talk about unbelievable.

Of course, we chalked all that up to their own inner frustration and disappointment, nothing more.

They were only saying what many of us were feeling.

Difficult to fault them for it.

If you can honestly say you haven't wanted to scream at the top of your lungs at some point or another along this journey, then you're obviously in a group of very few members.

Honestly, that's been one of the most difficult aspects of this entire journey, the need to keep it all under wraps.

Continually internalizing, not letting your frustration get the best of you.

Riding your own roller coaster of reality.

As well as keeping that internal info from all the naysayers, those that have doubted this too good to be true so called scam straight from the start.

The last thing we Dinarians need is to have them think they were right.

Because personally, I still don't believe they were.

And I hope for your sake you don't either.

I continue to remain convinced that this GCR is the real deal.

And that it's really going to happen.

But that doesn't make the wait any easier.

For most of us we're stranded on an island of our own, only able to vent to our RV/GCR friends that are also involved in the currencies, most of which want to scream right along with us.

If not even louder than we do.

Have we had a few mutual Ventathon's along the way?

That I can neither confirm nor deny.

Only our nearby neighbors know for sure.

One thing's for certain though, the less you say now, the less you have to explain away after the fact.

For me, keeping it lowcognito is the way to go.

No, I won't be making the trip to Las Vegas after the fact, nor will I be wearing any Super Specialtastic t-shirt either.

I'm going to gladly sign my NDA and be quietly on my way, Secret Society status fully intact.

On my way to helping friends and family, yet none of them will be the wiser.

They'll simply think they're on a lucky streak, as well they should.

My community will benefit greatly as well.

Not to mention many people I will never meet nor ever know.

But I'll know inside that because of my continuing to wait it out, refusing to give up, others will reap the benefits in monumental ways.

For many years to come.

I'm more than anxious to begin paying it forward as well as paying it backwards in terms of saying Thank You to all of those that have helped me throughout my life and more importantly, throughout this journey.

Because if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be where I am, still hanging in there, eagerly anticipating crossing the finish line.

Despite all of the seemingly endless hitches, glitches and delays.

I hope you're continuing to hang in there as well.

I still continue to believe this is real.

And I believe it's really going to happen.

I just haven't a clue as to when.

I don't think anybody does.

Not even the folks rumored to be furiously working on this thing.

Fortunately I think they'll be just as happy as we'll be to reach the end of this journey.

So at least we all have that in common, which means we all have like-minded friends in this thing.

Even if we have yet to meet them.

Hang in there folks, for all we know it's almost over.

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 Dorothy, the Scarecrow, nor the Tin Man. 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.

PIR, Frank26 , Delta and Currency 365 Tuesday 7-21-2020

Patriot intel Report

PIR 07 21 20

Major things are about to happen economically and the insiders and top people know this.

Tomorrow Judy Shelton should be confirmed by the Senate into her position at the Federal Reserve. She is Donald Trump’s favorite pick and a supporter of the Gold Standard. She is the final person that needs to be in place to roll this thing over into something new.

Say a few prayers for her as she faces opposition because the deep state does not want someone who is a white hat and wants to return us to a Constitutional , legal standard of gold money and totally supports the Federal Reserve returned to or assimilated by the US Treasury

She is very vital to the plan of the White Hats and the Q team.

Remember also that Trump said starting today that the “Next 8 weeks are going to be incredible”.  What does he mean by that?   Well trust the plan, keep your eyes open and stay positive. Everything is going to change and it begins this week.

https://youtu.be/6WyCKIc3KJ4?t=3

Courtesy of Dinar Chronicles

Frank26  ...I feel, my goodness, we're right there.  Somebody says to me, 'Frank, why have they delayed?  What are they waiting for?  When are they going to do this?' My answer to them, IMO, is they've already done it - lifted the value.  That's why you see all these articles that are international with Iraq, externally with international companies.  That's the only way they could have done it.  What they need to do now is make this announcement...

Delta   ...the Central Bank was saying printing the currency is not for the government spending. ...The central bank is basically telling everybody yes, we did print currencies but that currency we did print, they're not for the government.  In my speculation.  IMO those are the lower denomination that of course all of us are waiting for...

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Currency 365:

BREAKING INTEL IRAN IS CURRENTLY IN SECRET MEETINGS WITH IRAQ. DEALING WITH THE POSSIBILITY TO ADOPT THE IRAQI DINAR AS THEIR OWN CURRENCY AND SKIP THE U.S SANCTIONS. @Currency365

 Currency365: 

Zarif Arrives in Iraq Meets Kadhimi & Halbousi Returns

Jul 21, 2020

https://youtu.be/CgTXidjt3h8?t=5

Currency365: 

Iraq Need Banking Reforms To Access Big Money Accounts

Jul 20, 2020

https://youtu.be/_EFpWJoQzHE?t=4

"WooHoo, Fed Ex is Here! (It's 2020 and We are Still Here) by Dr. Dinar

Thanks Dr. Dinar

Woo Hoo, Fed Ex Is Here!  (It’s 2020 and we are still here!)   By Dr. Dinar

I'll never forget that day.

The day my very first 'batch' arrived.

And luckily for me, it arrived just in the nick of time.

Now, why do I say just in the nick of time?

Because the RV was just about to happen.

Only a couple more hours, maybe a couple more days at the most, but one thing was for sure, I had to hurry because this RV was about to go down!

About to 'pop' and luckily for me I was able to squeeze my way in and grab a seat on the Insane Train at the last possible second.

And as I sit here now, in the very same position I was in all those many years ago, I can't help but wonder what could have possibly happened to that 'deadline'.

That 'back wall'.

That two week 'window' that I was blessed with being able to squeeze into.

Apparently it has gone the same direction as with all the other windows, all of the 'sooner than laters', all of the 'any second now's' and back wall dates that have come and gone over the many years since then.

Right out the back screen door, just another glitch from the past.

Yet, thinking back, I still hold on to that excitement, that thrill, that knowing that it was finally my time to shine.

That things were finally gonna turn around for me.

Keep in mind all this was taking place just about the same time that the Real Estate market was in the midst of a huge crumble.

As I watched the values of everything around me literally fall from the sky, right over the cliff and crash on to the jagged rocks below, all seemingly overnight no less, I knew I was only a couple weeks away from saving myself.

Because I was fortunate enough to know about the dinar and the oh so very soon to be RV.

If I could somehow manage to hang on just a little longer, I'd be able to save my home, my job, my car, pretty much everything I owned and all the rest of the stuff that I merely owned 'on paper'. 

Unfortunately that wasn't to be and off the cliff it all went.

Me included.

As the days, weeks, months and years continued to slide on by, I continued to lose one thing after another.

After another.

One by one my world began to crumble and there wasn't much I could do about it.

I'd risked it all on the real estate market and yes, I lost. Big time.

Looking back on it now, perhaps if I had swallowed my pride a bit earlier, accepted a few lowball offers here and there and 'sold out' a bit sooner, there's a chance I might not have such an exceptionally horrible credit rating currently attached to my name.

Not to mention I might not be quite as hugely in debt as I am now.

But all of that is, as they say, water under the bridge.

There's no going back, it is what it is. What's done is done.

The crazy part is that at that time I promised myself that I would never take another risk, another chance.

That I'd never gamble on anything ever again.

No way, not gonna do it.

Thankfully, this long time risk taker had learned his lesson, and had taken his last risk.

Or had I.

Suddenly, as if on a zephyr out of nowhere, I heard about the Iraqi Dinar and all of its 'too good to be true' possibilities.

To say that this dinar 'thing' piqued my interest is a complete understatement.

What if it was true? What if it WAS real?

What if, dare I say, the internet was lying to me.

Hard to believe I know.

And if the RV was indeed the real deal and I didn't take a chance on it, would that regret haunt me more than taking another risk (after I told myself never again) and the loss of the money itself?

Round an' 'round, my head was spinning.

Immediately I was faced with a huge dilemma.

Do I take every last nickle I have and spend it on some get rich quick outta nowhere scheme?

A pie in the sky, too good to be true, gotta be a scam (and no question about it, according to everything I could find on the internet regarding the dinar it was without a doubt a scam), hair brained scheme like the supposed revaluation of the Iraqi Dinar?

Not to mention I had only mere seconds to decide.

A very small 'window' to say the least.

A make or break, now or never opportunity to change my future.

One way or another. For better or worse.

I had to make up my mind and pretty darn quick, otherwise I was going to miss my one and only opportunity to save my life.

Rationalizing, to myself anyway, that I was going to be throwing that money away on bills and short term survival 'stuff' anyway, what did I have to lose.

I mean, according to my 'source' (an acquaintance that as it turns out was also in dire straits but wasn't much more knowledgeable in Dinar 101 at the time than I was), at most it was only going to be a couple short weeks before the RV popped and then I'd be set. For life.

Surely I could hang on that long, couldn't I?

Then I'd be able to pay off all my bills, purchase a Condo, a car, and destress.

So I jumped online, ordered my first batch of IQD and began to dream.

And dream I did.

A penny? Not bad. But what if it came in at 5 cents?

Crazy I know, but what if.

At that rate I could pay off some bills, find a place to rent and begin to rebuild my life.

Sounds pretty good so far.

In fact, pretty much a dream come true.

Then I decided to get risky and began to dream of a $0.10 RV.

Ahhhhh, now THAT'S more like it.

I could really get back on my feet with that kind of an ROI.

I'll never forget the day I really began to let my imagination take over and allowed my mind to drift all the way up to a $0.30 rate.

Can you say Game Changer?

Wow, that would allow me to totally start my life all over again.

As the weeks and months began to fly (ok, drag) by and still no RV, I began to spend more time doing my due diligence.

My in depth research into the RV of the IQD and the more I learned about Iraq, how it got to where it was as a country as well as its future potential, the more excited I became.

Sure, I was worried that 'it' hadn't happened yet.

That the RV hadn't occurred.

But at the same time, I was also becoming more aware of Iraq's true potential and how, if everything went according to the 'plan', my $0.30 dreams likely deserved another zero added on to the far right side as well as a slight movement of the decimal point to the right.

That's when I really began to get excited.

And that's also when I first started to dig in and began to build my foundation.

My base for everything I was to believe in going forward.

And it's that foundation that I began to build all those years ago that has kept me in the game all this time.

That combined with a whole bunch of positive thinking.

Because I know deep down that it's not an 'if' but merely a matter of 'when'.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the RV is gonna happen. It has to.

They've run out of options to save the world and the RV will be included in that game plan.

It's just the when that is the remaining unknown.

Sure, I'm human and I have those mornings when I wake up with huge disappointment over another hopium filled week ending in another stomach churning weekend but at the end of the day it's my foundation (as well as the knowledge I've gleaned from others I've 'met' along the way) that I return to time and again.

Helping me to remain in the game when I need it most.

So with all that being said, if I can make but one suggestion to all my fellow Dinarians, just hang in there a bit longer.

Will it be this coming week? Who knows.

Perhaps next weekend? Might be.

Again, that's anybody's best guess.

There's definitely no shortage of guesses floating around out there.

So eventually somebody's gonna guess it right.

One thing's for certain, it's gonna happen.

As sure as the Fed Ex truck's brakes are gonna squeal and the horn is gonna honk every time he pulls up out front of my house with each new batch of dinar he delivers.

Hang in there folks, we've never been closer than we are right now.

 Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I connected with Fed Ex in any way, shape, or form. 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.

"Things to Make You Smile" Tuesday Night 5-30-2020

Humor While We Wait

Sabickford:  The air is so full of sanitizer, I'm not getting any Dirty Thoughts these days.

I told my wife to embrace her mistakes - She Hugged me.

Ladies, if a man says he will fix it he will. There is no need to pester him about it every 6 months

How do you make Holy Water? You boil the Hell out of it.

Sorry, I can't go to work tomorrow. I fractured my motivation

Apparently when you treat people like they treat you they get upset. Who Knew?

So if a cow doesn't produce milk, is it a Milk Dud or a Utter Failure?

My body is a Temple. Ancient and Crumbling. Probably Cursed or Haunted.

It takes real skill to Choke on air, fall up stairs, and trip over completely nothing. I Have that skill.

There's no need to drive me crazy. I'm close enough to Walk!

Dear Alcohol, We had a deal where you would make me Funnier, Smarter, and a better Dancer. I saw the Video…We need to talk.

The Police stopped me last night, came up to my window and said, "Papers". I said "Scissors, I win!" and drove off. He's Chasing me. He must want a re-match.

I would go out of my mind, but I can't find the Exit.

Food for Thought - Wouldn't it be ironic if Popeye's Chicken were fried in Olive Oil?

I've learned two very important things in my life. The First I can't remember. The second is I have to start writing things down.

Did you know that is you light a candle under the moonlight and say 3 times the name of the person you love, You will look really stupid doing that.

I asked my Grandpa, "After 65 years you still call Grandma Darling, Beautiful, and Honey. What's the secret?" He said "I Forgot her name 5 Years ago and I'm Afraid to ask her!"

How Long is this Social Distancing going to Last? My Wife keeps trying to come in the house.

To all Politicians - Sorry I sprayed that WD-40 in your mouth, but it did stop that annoying noise it was making.

Don't forget to drink water and get sunlight because basically you are a house plant with more complicated emotions

So I got a call from a telemarketer and he said he couldn't understand me. I told him push 1 for English.

Well this morning has started out like a galloping golden retriever on a freshly waxed hardwood floor.

I wish all the extra fat on my body would fall off and turn into money. Anyone Else?

That Awkward moment when a Zombie is looking for Brains and walks right By you

When we are this tired….sometimes this poem helps to hang in their one more day….And if we hang on one more day……maybe that will finally be “The Day” we have been waiting for.

DON’T QUIT

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest, if you must, but don’t quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow-
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man:
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned to late when the night came down
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Anonymous

Don’t Quit    https://youtu.be/ZJ9Txll0STw

E.L.O (Electric Light Orchestra) All Over The World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=wh3i3vWgPyk#t=0

"Humor While We Wait " on a Quiet Saturday Ngith 5-23-2020

Humor While we wait

Never Squat With Your Spurs On - Will Rogers

Will Rogers, who died in a 1935 plane crash in Alaska with bush pilot Wiley Post, was one of the greatest political country/cowboy sages this country has ever known. Some of his sayings: 

1. Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.

2. Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.

3. There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither works.

5. Always drink upstream from the herd.

6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.

7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back into your pocket.

8. There are three kinds of men:
The ones that learn by reading.
The few who learn by observation.
The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves.

9. Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

10. If you're riding' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.

11. Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin' it back.

12. After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring.      He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him.

moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

ABOUT GROWING OLDER...

First ~ Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. 

Second ~ The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Third ~ Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me; I want people to know 'why' I look this way. I've traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren't paved. 

Fourth ~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra. 

Fifth ~ You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

Sixth ~ I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top. 

Seventh ~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it's such a nice change from being young. 

Eighth ~ One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been. 

Ninth ~ Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable and relaxed.

Tenth ~ Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.    

Today it's called golf. 

And, finally ~ If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you're old.

BRITISH HUMOR IS DIFFERENT

These are classified ads, which were actually placed in U.K. Newspaper

FREE YORKSHIRE TERRIER.   8 years old, Hateful little bastard.    Bites!

FREE PUPPIES:    1/2 Cocker Spaniel, 1/2 sneaky neighbor's dog.

FREE PUPPIES.Mother is a Kennel Club registered German Shepherd. Father is a Super Dog, able to leap tall fences in a single bound.

JOINING NUDIST COLONY!   Must sell washer and dryer £100.

WEDDING DRESS FOR SALE .. Worn once by mistake.   Call Stephanie.

    **** And the WINNER is... ****

  FOR SALE BY OWNER. Complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica, 45 volumes. Excellent condition, £200 or best offer. No longer needed, got married, wife knows everything.

 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

 Children Are Quick:

TEACHER: Why are you late?
STUDENT: Class started before I got here.

TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?
JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.

TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'
GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'TEACHER: No, that's wrong
GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.
(I Love this child)

TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
DONALD: H I J K L M N O.
TEACHER: What are you talking about?
DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.

TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.
WINNIE: Me!

TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?
GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.

TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it.
Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?
LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.....

TEACHER: Now, Simon , tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?
SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mum is a good cook.

TEACHER: Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's..
Did you copy his?
CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog.
(I want to adopt this kid!!!)

TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?
HAROLD: A teacher

"Humor While We Wait" Friday Night 5-22-2020

Humor While We Wait:

KTFA:

Kimbu:  Covid-19 killed chuck norris today. Thankfully he got better, and now covid -19 is in a 14 day quarentine for being exposed to chuck.

Iggy:  Little Johnny comes downstairs crying.His mother asked, "What’s the matter little Johnny?"
"Dad was hanging pictures, and just hit his thumb on with the hammer!" said little
Johnny through his tears.His mother was touched by the boy's sensitivity, but didn't like seeing him cry.
"That’s not so serious." She tried to soothe him. "Now I know you're upset, but a big boy like you shouldn’t cry at something like that. That's something to laugh about."
"I did!" sobbed Johnny.

Sabickford:  Being a Man is not easy - No Makeup, No wig,. If you're Ugly you just have to deal with it.

To All Politicians - Sorry I sprayed that WD-40 in your mouth, but it did stop that annoying noise it was making.

You know you're old when your knees give a more accurate weather forecast than the guy on the TV.

My Grand kids asked me what it was like growing up in the 60;s so I took their cell phones away & turned off the internet.

That Awkward moment when a Zombie is looking for Brains and walks right By you.

I'm going to try and act like a normal, Happy, Mentally Balanced Person Today… WISH ME LUCK!

New Math: You have $400. Your Dude text he need $200 and you ex text he need $100. How much do you have left? Me $400 and 2 unread texts

It's been king of a strange day. First I found a Hat full of Money, Then I got chased by a angry man with a Guitar.

I would like to publicly announce that I have no idea what I'm doing.

I don't think inside the box. I don't think outside the box either. I don't even know where the box is!

Why must I prove who I am in order to pay my bills over the phone? So Strangers call to pay my bills? And if they do why don't you let them?

Why are there never good side effects? I would like to read a medication bottle and see "May smooth wrinkles"

I came, I saw, I forgot what I was doing, retraced my steps, got distracted on my way back, have no idea what's going on, and now I have to Pee.

Remember when you were little and you could just rip off your diaper and run around naked. Everybody thought it was cute and funny? Anyway I need bail money.

I'll tell you why I can't lose Weight. I've got Metal Fillings in my teeth and the Refrigerator Magnets keep pulling me into the Kitchen.

Confuse your Doctor by putting on rubber gloves at the same time he does.

One Big difference between men and women is that when Women say "Smell This!" it usually smells nice.

No matter how smart you are you can never convince someone stupid that they are stupid.

When your Happy and you know it - It's Your Meds!!

Me: It's not how many times you fall, it's how many times you get up! Cop: That's not the way a Sobriety test works.

Behind every Angry woman is a man who has absolutely no idea what he did wrong!

You never really learn to curse until you learn to drive.

The ideal man doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't do drugs, doesn't swear, doesn't get angry, doesn't exist.

If a man is alone in the forest, and he says something, and there's no woman there to disagree with him. Is he still wrong?

I stepped on my scale this morning. It said: "Please practice social distancing. Only one person at a time on the scale."

Quotes from Famous People~Enjoy

Last week, I stated this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister, and now wish to withdraw that statement. - Mark Twain

The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending; and to have the two as close together as possible. - George Burns

Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year. - Victor Borge

Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint. - Socrates

I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx

My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe. - Jimmy Durante

I have never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back. - Zsa Zsa Gabor

Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat.  - Alex Levine

My luck is so bad that if I bought a cemetery, people would stop dying. - Rodney Dangerfield

Money can't buy you happiness .. But it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery. - Spike Milligan

Until I was thirteen, I thought my name was SHUT UP. - Joe Namath

I don't feel old.. I don't feel anything until noon. - Bob Hope

I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it. - W. C. Fields

We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress.   - Will Rogers

Don't worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older, it will avoid you. - Winston Churchill

Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty .. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out. - Phyllis Diller

By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere. - Billy Crystal  

 And the cardiologist's diet:  If it tastes good spit it out. - Billy Crystal  

I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalog: 'No good in a bed, but fine against a wall.' - Eleanor Roosevelt

"Imagine If You Will" by Dr. Dinar 5-20-2020

Thank you Dr. Dinar

Imagine If You Will  by Dr. Dinar

They said it would get crazy at the end... and if you've been on this roller coaster for any length of time, thinking to yourself how much crazier can it get, then you've more than likely thought we were already at the end.

On numerous occasions throughout this road trip.

But alas, we have yet to reach the required level of craziness that would signal our having reached the end.

What we once considered to be sheer craziness, at this point, has pretty much become our daily Dinarland routine.

From off-planet Aliens spying on us from their speeding spaceships to Clones wearing ankle monitors and flexible foot casts to gold ties and fringeless flags and everything else in between, there's pretty much nothing off limits for these rumor writers.

After a while absurdity becomes the new numb.

Leaving all of us to wonder if we truly have reached the crazy stage or if we're simply crazy and we should exit stage left.

At this stage of the game if you're not beginning to question your own sanity, then you're doing better than many of us.

Most of us are beginning to wonder if we're merely existing in some alternate Universe, simply participants in some 8th Grade kid's science project.

And the batteries that run all the amusement rides in his diorama mysteriously ran out of juice.

Don't go here.

Can't go there.

Don't do this OR that.

And whatever you do, wear a mask!

Even if it harms you more than helps anyone else.

After all, you don't want to get a $1000 fine, do you.

And if you do by chance reach the point of being so fed up with this quarantine thing that you brave it all and risk a trip to the grocery store, you'd better be wearing a mask while you're driving alone in your car because you don't want to chance giving another driver in an oncoming lane on the other side of the road the flu.

Do you?

Of course you don't.

So it's best to follow all of their guidelines, regardless of whether or not you believe in them.

Speaking of believing, I don't mind telling you my “believe in the unbelievable” level has reached an all time low.

While I used to be able to differentiate the difference between what I believed to be believable and what was so utterly absurd that there was just no way I could wrap my head around it.

But now that they've done such a great job in flipping the script, what was once considered reality is anything but.

When you spend your entire life being told you're not supposed to wear a mask inside a Bank and now it's mandatory that you wear a mask inside a Bank and if you refuse to obey orders, you won't be allowed to enter.

How are you supposed to digest something like that.

Especially in such a short time frame.

When something goes so completely 180 degrees in a opposite direction, completely against everything you've ever been taught.

By anyone. Ever.

In your entire life.

That becomes a difficult pill to swallow.

And you can't help but begin to question the future and everything else that goes along with that.

In the beginning, when we first jumped aboard the Insane Train to RV Land, things were much simpler.

We were, for the sake of argument, on what at that time was thought to be a less than two week long (at most) journey to the promised land.

How hard could it be.

We'd already put in the research, done our due diligence, and although we weren't sure of a date, we knew it was soon.

And as for a rate, we knew it could only go up.

Time to start our post RV planning phase.

First we were told to make a plan for the IQD to RV at a dime.

And then another plan in case it did the $1.17 floatable thing.

And yet another for the then hopeful pre-Saddam $2.80-ish range.

Oh, and who can forget the RI/RV scenario with its possibility of a $3.22 cash-out.

Or was that cash-in?

Who knows. It's been so long now, I'm not exactly sure.

And let's not forget to add the way wonderful extra 20% to that, ya know, for inflation an' stuff.

Which would then bring us up to the magical $3.41 to $3.86 zone.

That place where many of us have lived for over a decade now.

But what about all those fine folks that stated over and over again they were seeing numbers on the back screens of around $4.20.

Were those just the placeholder rates that we'd heard so much about.

You remember, the one's where they needed the numbers to be wide enough to hold the proper amount of spacing between the digits.

They couldn't just use a bunch of one's as they wouldn't properly fit the format and therefore would be spaced incorrectly when the codes were finally released and the true rates were digitally dropped into place.

You know, the real rates.

The actual Out of Country rates.

Not to be confused with the In Country rates.

Like apples and celery, two completely different fruits.

The rates in the $6 to $9 range.

Oh sure, Shabibi muttered something at a meeting in Jackson Hole back around 2009 about Iraq's ability to support something in the $15 range.

Which of course we knew was simply a flippant remark, just a bit of frivolity to avoid being hit by a randomly flying sandal or two, knowing that there's no way that the good ol' IMF would approve nor allow any country's currency to be 5 times higher than any other country on the map.

And rightfully so.

It would be monetary suicide.

Can you imagine how much they'd have to sell their oil for.

No one could afford to buy it.

So at that point, what good is an off the charts super high currency rate if no one else can afford to do business with you.

Precisely... no good at all.

And we'd be remiss if we were to leave out the ever-elusive, too good to be true, Contract rates.

Those super secret, sky high, sovereign sized, beyond belief rates of oh, I don't know, let's say $28 to $32.

Wait! Let's not leave out the $38 for those lucky few that are fortunate enough to claim the Penthouse Suite as their Crib.

To say the rate rumors alone have scaled the Mt. Everest of Absurdity is an understatement on its own.

Unfortunately, the rate rumors are merely scratching the surface of the endless absurdity being posted daily in Dinarland.

And yet, crazy as it may seem, there is indeed a new Sheriff in Crazy Town.

Matter of fact, a whole new Town.

A new Headquarters of Craziness in this thing we refer to as the RV/GCR.

And that, my friends, would be the world previously known as the Real World.

The every day world.

The world of the 7 Billion folks that occupy this big blue rock we all call home.

Yes, it's official.

The real world has now taken the title away from Dinarland as being The Craziest Place On Earth.

Is that a good thing?

Ummm... perhaps yes, perhaps no.

You see, we were kind of depending on a certain amount of craziness giving us somewhat of a heads up as far as where we were in this seemingly never ending saga.

And without that little bit of helpium in our GCR toolbags, where are we now to look for our virtual RV/GCR checklist updates.

Are we forced to rely on the oh so unreliable lamestream news for our updates?

As much as I don't want to, perhaps we have to.

Matter of fact, shockingly enough, we might want to.

Now, I'm not saying turn on your local evening news and scan it for something scrolling across the bottom ticker pertaining to the RV/GCR.

Don't bother, not going to be that easy.

But if you look at the bigger picture you'll begin to see that from a global perspective, there are some huge changes taking place these days.

Things that, for the regular folks out there, more that likely don't begin to register on their radars.

Which is as it should be.

After all, we're on a need to know basis.

And for those that aren't in the know, they don't need to know.

But for us currency holders, amongst these once every so often blips could be that ever elusive nugget we've all been waiting oh so long to see.

Let's hope we believe it when we do see it.

So continue to keep your eyes peeled, this thing very well could be happening right in front of our eyes.

Only nowadays it's wearing an entirely new disguise.

One that can no longer be seen through Dinar Goggles.

Kindly,

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.

Side Effects (Humor)

Side Effects (Humor)

Richard Quinn  |  May 4, 2020

Being confined to home—except for trips to the grocery store for “necessities”—is changing me. My frugality has evaporated, my prudent buying habits destroyed, my healthy eating falling by the wayside. What’s happening?

No doubt there is a diagnosis, but in simple terms it’s called stir-crazy—and I’ve got it bad.

I’ve made two trips to the supermarket in the past two weeks. I had a shopping list. But as a result of my affliction, I instead roamed the aisles, on occasion unintentionally violating the one-way arrows taped to the floor. I grabbed what I thought we might need, based on what I’m not sure.

On my first trip, I came home with four containers of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream, whipped cream and bananas.  What was I thinking? Little of what was on my shopping list was available anyway.

Besides, as I explained to my wife, with the mask on my face, my glasses fogged up, so I wasn’t really sure what I was buying.

On my second trip, trying to fulfill my wife’s craving for chili and finding no ground beef in the meat section, I resorted to buying eight “gourmet” pre-packaged burgers for $20.

Now do you see the extent of my problem? I also left the store with two bags of chips that were on sale and two half-gallons of ice cream (which no longer contain half-gallons), as well as packages of chocolate, rice pudding and two bags of pretzels.

To continue reading, please go to the original article here:

https://humbledollar.com/2020/05/side-effects/

"Humor While We Wait" Friday Night 5-8-2020

Humor while we wait

Jeanne Robertson | Don't Underestimate A Daddy  

Jeff Foxworthy:  Kids Versus Old Folks  

Bill Engvall : Apparently I Need My Wife For Directions 

Jeff Foxworthy: Words from the Redneck Dictionary 

Bill Engvall : The Come to Jesus Meeting 

Jeanne Robertson | Don't Underestimate A Daddy   https://youtu.be/Fs0TyPf3gQE?t=5

Jeff Foxworthy:  Kids Versus Old Folks   https://youtu.be/Dv1xvCts3q4?t=1

Bill Engvall : Apparently I Need My Wife For Directions  https://youtu.be/55JVDfGrWOY?t=2

Jeff Foxworthy: Words from the Redneck Dictionary  https://youtu.be/OHnFheqTTdg?t=6

Bill Engvall Comedy: The Come to Jesus Meeting  https://youtu.be/-ep5o3hXyT0?t=5

Humor While We Wait- Laughter is the Best Medicine

 Humor While We Wait: Laughter is the best medicine!!!

KTFA:

Iggy:  A large group of ISIS fighters in Iraq are moving down a road, when they hear the voice of an American from behind a sand dune, “Hey you scumbags! One Marine is better than ten wimpy ISIS fighters!”

The ISIS commander quickly orders 10 of his best men over to the sand dune, where a gun battle breaks out and continues for a few minutes. After a minute of silence, the voice calls out again, “One Marine is better than one hundred of you ISIS scumbags!”

Furious, the ISIS commander sends his next best 100 troops over the dune and a huge gun fight breaks out. After 10 minutes of battle, there is again silence, until the voice calls out again, “One Marine is better than a thousand ISIS fighters.”

The enraged ISIS commander musters 1,000 fighters and sends them to the other side of the dune. Rifle fire, machine guns, grenades, rockets and cannon fire ring out as a terrible fight is fought … then silence.

Eventually, one badly wounded ISIS fighter crawls back over the dune and with his dying words tells his commander, “Don’t send any more men … it’s a trap. There’s not just one marine over there….there’s two.”

Iggy:  Why does a chicken coop have two doors?
Because if it had four doors it would be a chicken sedan!

Iggy:  To whom do agnostics pray?
To whom it may concern.

Iggy:  Why did the golfer bring two pairs of pants?
In case he got a hole in one.

Iggy:  If athletes get athlete’s foot, what do elves get?
Mistle-toes.

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

TNT:

Mot:  Neighbors feared him. Old Clifford liked that fact .................

Clifford and Daisy May were married for many years. Whenever there was a confrontation, yelling could be heard deep into the night. Clifford would shout, "When I die, I'll dig my way up and out of the grave and come back and haunt you for the rest of your life ol' woman!!"

Neighbors feared him. Old Clifford liked the fact that he was feared.

He died at the ripe old age of 98.

After the burial, Daisy May's neighbors, concerned for her safety, asked, "Aren't you afraid that he may indeed be able to dig his way out of the grave and haunt you for the rest of your life?"

She replied, "LET HIM DIG. I HAD HIM BURIED UPSIDE DOWN...AND I KNOW HE WON'T ASK FOR DIRECTIONS."

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

Mot:  Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?

She hurried to the pharmacy to get medication, got back to her car and found that she had locked her keys inside. The woman found an old rusty coat hanger left on the ground. She looked at it and said, "I don't know how to use this." She bowed her head and asked God to send her some Help.

Within 5 minutes a beat up old motorcycle pulled up,
driven by a bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag. He got off of his cycle and asked, if she needs help?

She said: "Yes, my daughter is sick. I've locked my keys in the car. I must get home.
Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?

He said, Sure. "He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was open.

She hugged the man and through tears said, "Thank You God, for sending me such a very nice man."

The Biker heard her little prayer and replied, "Lady, I am not a nice man. I just got out of prison yesterday; I was in prison for car theft."

The woman hugged the man again, sobbing, "Oh, thank you, God! You even sent me a Professional!"

Sabickford:  Starbucks is planning on selling Beer and Wine. Apparently it's almost impossible to sell a sober person a $12 cup of coffee.

People who have done you wrong will always think your posts are about them. Type "Yes" if you agree

Noah saved bacon and steaks not lettuce and Cauliflower….Just Sayin'

Life may not be the party we'd hoped for, but while we're here we should dance.

That Awkward moment when a Zombie is looking for Brains and walks right By you.

Say no to Childhood Obesity! Eat your children's chocolate eggs now!

I came, I saw, I forgot what I was doing, retraced my steps, got distracted on my way back, have no idea what's going on, and now I have to Pee.

Last night, my neighbor came home drunk & banged on his own door for 5 Min. Problem is, he lives alone. I went over and told him He wasn't there, so he left.

I don't know if my pants are finally getting loose because I'm losing weight or the elastic is finally giving up the Fight.

I'm not Broke - I'm Pre-Rich

Mr. Rodgers did not adequately prepare me for the people in my neighborhood.

The other day someone told me I could make Ice cubes from Left over wine. I was confused…what is left over wine?

When is this "Old enough to know Better" Supposed to Kick In?

What’s the difference between Bird Flu and Swine Flu? One requires Tweetment and the other requires Oinkment.

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

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

Exercise? I though you said extra fries.

Our town was so small we didn’t have a town drunk….we all just took turns.

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

Jeff Foxworthy -Medicine Side Effects

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSdNMRtvq5g

"My Bags Are Packed" by Dr. Dinar 4-26-2020

Thank You Dr. Dinar

My Bags Are Packed  by Dr. Dinar

So here we are, in week 341 of this global stay-at-home shutdown thing, and if you're anything like me, you're pretty much losing your mind.

Or what's left of your mind, anyway.

I know I sure am.

All of this mandatory do-nothingness is really taking a toll on... on... on my do somethingness.

That's not to say I'd be doing anything different this weekend than I'm already doing.

But it sure would be nice to do nothing because I wanted to.

Not because someone somewhere says I have to.

Well, they didn't actually say I shouldn't do anything but their suggestions of what to do aren't the most exciting.

Nor are they exactly a one-size-fits-all menu of fun filled items.

Nope. Basically it's a laundry list of items from someones imaginary Honey-Do list.

A bunch of things that would be nice to get done when time permits.

Fortunately, at least up until now anyway, I didn't have the time.

Unfortunately, now that I have the time, I no longer have the built-in excuse of not having enough time.

Funny how that works, isn't it.

Grabbing a nearby pad of paper, I began to jot down a few items.

You know, a few of the usuals.

Things like mow the lawn, rake the leaves, repaint Sheryl's She-Shed.

Basic stuff like that.

Okay, list in hand, I was off and runnin'.

Well, at least until I opened the front door, anyway.

YIKES! Major meltdown!

As Walter Matthau would say, "We're havin' a heatwave!"

Looks like they win again.

Guess it's gonna be an inside job kinda day.

Once again, pen and paper in hand, let the scribblin' begin.

Okay... let the scribblin' begin.

One more time, start scribblin'.

And... nothin'.

The more I attempted to focus on creating a list, the less things I could think of to fill the list.

Sure, there were the typicals like doing the dishes, laundering some laundry, sweeping various sweepable areas.

Once again, the usual.

Not only did everything on the list spell BORING, nearly everything inside required some part of it being done outside.

Even if only to grab a few of the necessary implements required to complete these tedious tasks, it still required a trip outdoors.

And since I had already determined outside was off limits, especially with a mandatory mask involved, it was once again time to rethink the list.

Perhaps what I needed was more of a directionally strategic approach.

As in a left to right, North to South, front to back type of thing.

But exactly how would that work, knowing there were areas that I wanted to avoid.

Didn't take me long to realize that wouldn't work.

The hodge podge randomizer method wasn't going to get it done either.

A quick glance at the clock and I realized I was already an hour into the indecision process.

Meaning if I didn't make a decision very soon, there wouldn't be a decision made.

Of any sort.

As I continued to contemplate this dilemma, I noticed that my feet were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Ah ha! Having previously planned to work outdoors, I'd already put on my outside shoes.

And they weren't gonna cut it on an inside job.

No way. I needed my trusty flip flops if I was gonna tackle anything indoors.

So it was off to the hall closet I went, knowing my summer slippers were waiting for me, looking forward to their time to shine.

Opening the door, first thing I noticed was just how dark it was in there.

Feeling around on the wall just inside the door sill, I quickly found the switch.

Upon flipping the switch, the light was on.

And then, even quicker than it was on, it was off.

What the hay!

Sheesh, that didn't last long.

Have you ever noticed how a light bulb never goes out during usage.

It's only a split second after it's clicked on that it goes out.

It's no wonder so many projects get sidetracked and never reach completion.

Quickly reassessing the situation, knowing that light would be mandatory, how best to go about this.

Quickly realizing those oh so high ceilings I love so much in the living room also extend to the hall closet means a bulb change will require lots of work.

Which will also require lots of time.

Time I just don't have.

Not if I want to accomplish anything at all today.

Not to mention it will require a trip out to the garage to get the ladder.

Which will require once again putting on the very same shoes I just removed.

Talk about one step forward, three steps back.

Nobody has time for that.

Especially not me.

Look how much time it's taken me to get to this point.

And I still haven't gotten anything done.

Okay, so replacing the light bulb is out.

Off to the kitchen I go in search of my trusty flashlight.

I so enjoy being prepared in an emergency and fortunately I know exactly which drawer it's in.

Sliding the drawer open, there she is, in all her glory.

Woo Hoo, back in action without a hitch, off to the hall closet I go.

Click... click... click! And... nothing.

Are you kidding me!?!

Yes, I found the flashlight.

No, I hadn't replaced the batteries in like... well, I couldn't remember in how long.

Okay, so the flashlight was out. Literally.

Thinking quickly on my bare feet, what's my next best option.

Shoes back on, a skin fried trip back outside to a garage that was pretty much guaranteed to be even hotter than it was outside in the direct sun.

Nope. There had to be a better way.

Once again, thinking fast on my feet, what about putting my phone in flashlight mode.

Not the best nor the brightest but it should work well enough to scrounge around for my flip flops.

Settings... scroll... scroll... scroll... click... click... click..., let there be light!

Okay then, I'm back in action.

Off to the closet I go. Again.

Fortunately for me, I know they're in here. Somewhere.

At least I think they are, anyway.

Let's put it this way. They should be.

So far though, no luck.

Peeling back the various jackets, coats and shirts hanging there, hoping to catch a glimpse of these elusive summer slippers that I'm oh so sure are hiding there and WHAM!

Oooouuuccchhhh... what the heck was that!

Nearly dropping my phone in excruciating pain, I quickly reach for my pinky toe, hoping it's still attached to my foot.

One... two... three... four... and five.

Woo Hoo, found it!

Thankfully it was still attached, but based on the pain, I wasn't sure how long it would be before my toe turned black & blue and fell off.

At this point finding my flip flops would have to wait.

I needed to know the source of my pain and do whatever necessary to prevent such a situation in the future.

Knowing I'm not a Bowler, although it certainly felt like it was, it wasn't likely to be a 16 pound bowling ball in a bag.

Eliminating that from the list, what on Earth could it be.

What in the world could be sitting in that closet that weighed so much, held such sharp-edged objects, yet escaped my memory.

Reaching down to the exact location of the toe jamming incident, I felt something that felt like canvas.

You know, that rough kind of heavy duty material feeling.

Grabbing hold of it, attempting to pick it up and no go.

Much too heavy.

And so I proceeded to slide it out into the light.

What in the world is this... no way!

As soon as it hit the light I knew exactly what it was.

It was my "To Go" bag!

Now, you might be asking yourself what exactly is a To Go bag.

Well, if you were around back in the day, then you'll be all too familiar with this item.

If not, please allow me to shed some light on the subject.

Those that have only been around this RV/GCR ordeal for the past few years might not be too familiar with 'em.

Back in the 2010 era, one of the big rumors floating around Dinarland at the time was you better have your To Go bag at the ready, waiting for split second notice to run to the Bank and Cash Out.

By the way, if you still hear anybody saying Cash Out or Cash In, you'll know they're Old School and have more than likely been in the game for quite some time.

Nowadays we know to say Exchange (or redeem as applies to the Zim) but back then, the nomenclature battle raged between "Cash In" or "Cash Out".

Then again, back then it was all about the RV.

The GCR hadn't really gained much traction on the rumor mill and was still a ways off in the distance.

Just another of the many changes that have taken place along the way.

Anyway, back to the bag.

It was highly suggested that we have a To Go bag at the ready, sitting by the front door.

Just as you would if you had an expectant Mother living in the house.

You'd want all of your essentials at the ready, knowing it's best to be as prepared as possible for whatever may come.

Whenever it may come.

Same goes for the RV/GCR To Go bag.

Everything at the ready, ready to grab 'n go, getting you to the Bank asap.

Yep, this was also back in the day where we thought we'd be going to a regular bank to conduct our transactions.

Once again, look how much we've learned along the way.

What's inside this bag?

That's up to each individual and over the years the rumor mill has constantly debated over how much info do we really need.

Forgive me as it's been such a long time and my memory isn't quite what it once was but I'll do my best to break it down.

In the old days it was something like 12 forms of identification... six of which required a photo.

The other six could be from various sources.

Be they utility bills, property taxes, AARP cards, Mug Shots, Christmas Cards from family members, anything that would show a connection between you and your address.

They wanted confirmation that you were who you said you were, lived where you said you did, couldn't claim anyone else as a dependent, and so on.

They also highly suggested that you bring all of your receipts for all of your purchases.

For some, no big deal.

For others, this could've been a very big deal as we weren't originally instructed that we'd need anything of the sort.

After all, this would be a simple Cash Out (or in, I forget now which was which).

And that being the case, many folks never took the time to keep track of their receipts.

No big deal, it was only going to be a couple weeks before we'd be at the Banks transacting our transactions.

And it that amount of time we wouldn't have any trouble remembering where we purchased our IQD.

The other thing we'd need, which I'm sure goes without saying, would be our currency.

Which, for most of us, would simply be a small envelope.

Sure, we'd heard all the random rumors of the Whales who'd made mega purchases but for all we knew, that was just another part of the mystery.

The mystery that was and continues to be Dinarland.

The only other ingredient in our To Go bags was our outfits.

What we would wear on the big day.

It was suggested that we dress in a Business Casual manner, leaving the jeans, t-shirts and overalls at home.

Of course, that was pretty much left up to our own discretion.

Some folks wouldn't feel comfortable being over dressed, others wouldn't hear of not looking the part.

I myself knew exactly what I'd be wearing.

It was definitely a no-brainer.

I'd already had the situation all planned out in my mind, having perfected my elevator speech down to the last nonchalant yawn.

I practiced enough in front of my bathroom mirror, knowing full well I was beyond prepared for whatever they threw at me.

Was I concerned that my outfit might be construed as being a bit too fashion forward?

No, not in the least.

I wanted them to know that for me, it was all about my making the most of the situation.

Which meant getting the best rates, a boatload of perks, and swaggering my way outta there, held held high in conquest.

And nothing says Cash Out King more than a suit covered in cash.

Am I right?

They'll see me comin'... and they'll definitely remember me goin'.

That's a fact.

Sitting there at the kitchen table, rummaging through my To Go bag, it was painfully obvious that I was in dire need of not only updating my list of Exchange Essentials but my Cash Out suit was in need of some serious dry cleaning.

After lying dormant in that bag for all these years, my suit was anything but ready to go.

Then it dawned on me, while on one hand I was happy to have rediscovered my bag of tricks, with nearly every business currently being closed down, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to get my suit dry cleaned any time soon.

Jumping on the computer I began to search for ways to achieve Dry Cleaner results during a Stay-At-Home restriction.

So far, no luck, but the search continues.

I never give up.

Did I ever find my flip flops?

As of now, no I didn't.

However, at this time I'm on to more pressing things.

I want to be ready when we finally get the GO signal.

When will that be?

Who knows. Not me, that's for sure.

All I know is both me as well as my To Go bag will be ready, willing, and waiting by the front door, ready to take off at a moments notice.

Hang in there folks and do your best to get your To Go bags in order.

It's not a matter of "if" you're going to need it, it's simply a matter of "when".

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I a Seller of To Go bags. 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.