"In It To Win it" By Dr. Dinar From Recaps Archive Section

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 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.

"Humor While We Wait" Posted by Mot at TNT 12-26-2021

TNT:

Mot: Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by US Air Force pilots and the replies

Air Force Maintenance Reports

The US Air Force must have given up on the Fault Tree Analysis they had developed in 1959.

Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by US Air Force pilots and the replies from the maintenance crews.

Problem: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.

Solution: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

Problem: Test flight OK, except Autoland very rough.

Solution: Autoland not installed on this aircraft.

Problem: The autopilot doesn't.

Signed off: IT DOES NOW.

Problem: Something loose in cockpit.

Solution: Something tightened in cockpit.

Problem: Evidence of hydraulic leak on right main landing gear.

Solution: Evidence removed.

Problem: DME volume unbelievably loud.

Solution: Volume set to more believable level.

Problem: Dead bugs on windshield.

Solution: Live bugs on order.

Problem: IFF inoperative.

Solution: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.

Problem: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

Solution: That's what they're there for.

Problem: Number three engine missing.

Solution: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

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Mot:  Laughter is good for your health -

An old golden retriever started chasing rabbits in the woods and before long discovers that he is lost. Wandering about he notices a panther heading in his direction. “Oh no, I am in deep trouble now” thinks the retriever.

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on them with his back towards to the approaching cat. Just as the panther is about to leap the old retriever exclaims loudly, “Boy that was one delicious panther. I wonder if there are any more around here?”

Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid stride, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. “Whew” says the panther. That was close. That old retriever nearly had me”

Meanwhile a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther.

He catches up with the panther and spills the beans. The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and with the squirrel on his back, sets off after the conniving canine.

Again the old retriever sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks “what am I going to do now”

But instead of running the old dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet. And just when they get close enough to hear, the old retriever says; “Where is that squirrel? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther”.

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Mot: -- Yet another ""Insight into Marital Bliss!"" -- from Mot of Course! ~~~

Mot: -- Yeppers!! - Fer Sure! - Gunna Be the Year! ~~ Yah - uh huh! ~~~

Mot:  -- Snowing and Blizzardly out side soooo -- Time fer My Favorist Winter Sport! ~~~

Mot: -- Looking Forward to It!! -- Big Guy! ~~~

Some "Christmas Cheer" Posted by Mot at TNT

TNT:

Mot:  A Most Embarrassing Excursion

Janene Dutt · December 18, 2021 ·

Dear Holiday Shoppers…

Seriously? How could you? Honestly, I have never been so disappointed in a collective group of people in my life. My faith in humanity may never be the same.

Let me explain…

It was a Saturday in mid-December and I had just arrived at the mall for a few precious hours of Christmas shopping without the kids. I started out at my favorite place, the bookstore. I bought a couple of books, used the “facilities” as their bathroom is usually the cleanest (I keep track of these things), then continued on my merry way.

My next stop was Forever 21. And ok, maybe I get why YOU guys didn’t say anything. I mean, you’re all basically in high school and you probably didn’t look up from your phones long enough to notice me. And even if you had, the awkwardness of the situation would have been too much for your teenage brains to handle. So if I was going to forgive anyone, I guess it would be you.

I moved on to the bath and body store. A store full of fellow women, for Pete’s sake. The lines were so long. How many of you were behind me…20? 30? But NOT ONE of you approached me. It would only have taken a small gesture on your part to save me any further shame.

I stopped at the personalization kiosk. And, Mr. Personalization, we actually chatted, you and me. I told you my kids’ names. I mean, I guess it was so you could put them on the ornament I was buying, but still…I felt like we were friends. But even you said nothing.

And so I continued, totally oblivious, through the jam-packed mall, unaware of the trail of destruction in my wake. And when I was done, I loaded my bags into the car and drove home, never the wiser. I walked in the door and my husband came over to greet me.

“Hey J…how was the mall?”

I turned around and closed the front door.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. “Oh. My. God.” he whispered, his eyes wide. “NO! You DIDN’T! All through the MALL? Oh my God.”

And now, dear mall shoppers, let me give you a little piece of friendly advice: When someone has spinach in their teeth, it is good manners to discreetly tell them. When someone’s pants zipper is down, they would appreciate you letting them know.

And when someone is walking around a crowded mall in December WITH A TWO FOOT TRAIN OF TOILET PAPER HANGING OFF OF THEIR Tush, you should DEFINITELY, absolutely, unconditionally, SAY SOMETHING.

Sincerely,

One Mortified Mom (who will only shop online from here on out)

P.S. Second only to my amazement of not a single person alerting me to this horror, is the fact that there is a brand of toilet paper out there so incredibly strong that it can handle intense mall crowds as well as getting into and out of a vehicle without so much as a tear. darn bookstore and their fancy triple-ply paper.

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Mot: -- Pooooor ole Santa! ~~~

Mot:  ~~ oooooooh I Can Relate fer Sure! ~~~

Mot: -- What if it was -- ""Three Wise Women"" ~~~

Mot: -- Insight Raising the ""Wee Folks"" during the Holidaze! ~~~

Mot: -- just a Great ""Winter"" Scene fer Ya! ~~~

Mot:  Mary, Did You Know? - Pentatonix....................

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifCWN5pJGIE

Tuesday Evening Update with MarkZ 12-14-2021

Tuesday Evening News with MarkZ 12/14/2021

Some highlights by PDK-Not verbatim

MarkZ Disclaimer: Please consider everything on this call as my opinion. People who take notes do not catch everything and its best to watch the video so that you get everything in context.  Be sure to consult a professional for any financial decisions

Member:  GE Mark Z and everyone! hopefully we get the green light tonight!

Member: Evening MarkZ, Thank You as always for all the latest news and RV Updates, We are all so Blessed to be part of this coming Redemption/ Exchange.

MZ: We are still sitting here in anticipation guys…..I believe they are setting us up as the perfect storm comes together with economic indicators. ….

MZ: Whales arriving via private jets tells me we are very close and on the verge of it…..

Member: Having folks fly into position is good news... So its not a nothing burger.... This is a process to have folks in place to process quickly... Move this before the end of the year...

MZ: For those that paid attention to Kuwait. Those that paid attention in China when they did their last revaluation. Iraq Article headline:” The central bank announces a preparation of the study of the currency structure project and warns about changing the exchange rate “

MZ: So here we are in Iraq on December 14th and they are warning against changing the rate….yet…they are throwing out to wait for another year or so. Maybe in 2022 or 2023???  But don’t panic guys.

MZ: in Kuwait on the morning they revalued they ran a similar article on how they simply were not prepared.  In China they did their last major revaluation in the 90’s. They came out with huge articles for 3 days that they were not going to revalue their currency…then they did it.

MZ: To me that Iraq article is a classic misdirection coming from the central bank. They have been very busy educating the Iraqi people on the lower denominations and rate changes..and now they come out with an “international” story like this. …I think this is a fantastic piece for us to see. We expected to see this news as soon as it was ready to rip…….

MZ: Another good article today: “Davos is creating the new role for Gold in central banks” White hats have been aggregating gold to go to a gold standard and to crush the great reset .

MZ: Article: “Global currency debasement problem is making citizens poorer. “ With their manipulating and overprinting they are making us all poorer.

MZ: Zerohedge Article : “4.3 trillion reasons to be nervous into Friday’s options expiration”    Massive options are ending this Friday. There are no provisions for it right now.

MZ: IMO They are setting us up, pulling us into this. They are setting up this week to have the event that we have been waiting for …I’m pretty stinkin excited right now.

Member: Over the last 5 years we’ve had so many “big events “ what event can we be waiting for?

Member: I hope it’s the big crash so the world could start over……

MZ: Yes, the market crash is the event I am waiting for. We have been told they were going to do it one of two ways. And to expect a crash either way.  In the hard way there would be a large crash that would force the issue  or a good way and a softer crash with the market readjusting and correcting. .

MZ: it appears the black hats have fought themselves into a corner and are getting cleaned out.

Member: Definitely looks like the hard way with a large crash now.

Member: Nancy Drew says she thinks something is going down at the Capital today.

Member: So tomorrow is the date of the corporate default. They always wait for the last second. Hopefully this is the end of the game playing.

Member: Saw that the Senate passed debt ceiling increase

MZ: We are setting up for a tremendous economic storm this week.

Member: it's hard to see that we are any moment when F&Ps aren't paid and no news on D1 and D2 which without these it will not happen. Any news on these Mark or Mods?

MZ: We hear it will all release at almost the same time…..within moments of the rest of it.

Member: this may be counter productive… however am I the only one that get more and more non believing as the longer this goes on?

Member:  Be patient Dear Ones, this will happen. There are always set backs. They have been planning this for decades. Some of us have been waiting that long too.

Member: Crossing my fingers, toes, arms and eyes for this to happen....................

Member: when 4b starts...your call is important to us, please remain on the line and the next available operator will take your call in the order it was received.

Member: Hope we make that call really soon.

Member: Looking forward to great news tomorrow for sure…….

Please listen to replay for all the information

The next stream is tomorrow at 10Am est……..unless.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_-OHbEig0A

"Ready...Set...WHOA!!" By Dr. Dinar

From Recaps Archives

Thank you Dr. Dinar

READY... SET... WHOA!  by Dr. Dinar

As we approach  the end of the year, the one phrase we continue to hear over and over again is "Everybody's ready, everything's in place, we're simply waiting for the GO signal."

There's only one problem. We've been hearing that very same phrase for the past 2 or 3 years.

I don't know about you but I've lost quite a bit of faith in that statement.

Actually, more than just a bit.

As a matter of fact, I've pretty much filed that phrase under the same category as "Sooner than later" and "We're in the window".

The category starts with an "M"... for Meaningless.

And as much as we continually hear there haven't been any delays, the longer this continues to drag out the less I believe in that statement.

If I have to hear about the horses waiting anxiously in the starting gate one more time, I'm going to open up my own Glue Factory.

Well, I would but I'd need to exchange some IQD first. So I guess that will have to wait.

You get the point. Things can only be "ready to go" for so long before they're no longer ready to go.

Does that mean the plan has changed? That sounds a bit more plausible.

For as many decades as this traveling Circus has been on the road it's easy to believe there have been more than a few delays along the way.

Some they could plan for. Others, not so much.

Again, with a never before attempted task as monumental as the GCR, easily understandable.

For example, how many times have you set up your Saturday morning schedule of chores only to just get started and first thing outta the gate, blindsided by the unforseen.

That's life. Regardless of how well you've planned, things rarely, if ever, go as planned.

 For example, let's say your goal for the weekend is to begin your Saturday by mowing the lawn and straight outta the gate, the lawnmower won't start.

Sure enough, it's out of gas. Next stop, the garage to grab a nearby gas can (one of seven or so waiting patiently on the shelf as this is not a new experience).

Wouldn't you know it, it's empty as well. So it's off to the gas station you go.

Upon arrival, you immediately see that your "fave" pump is clear and it's gonna be your day.

Only one small problem. Reaching for your debit card you instantly discover you've forgotten your wallet.

Easy to understand as only a crazy person mows the lawn with their wallet in their cargo shorts pocket.

Nobody wants to mistakenly mow down their wallet, completely shredding everything inside.

Jumping in your car, it's back home you go.

Fortunately you only live a couple miles away.

Knowing you'll be back in a flash, this is really no big deal and should only set you back a half hour or so.

After all, you've been mapping out the entire scenario in your mind all the way home. No worries, you got this.

Upon arriving home, you run in the house knowing all too well just exactly where your wallet is.

Your default spot, where it always is.

Running in the house, it's off to your dresser you go.

It's THE spot for your wallet. Been that way for longer than you can remember.

Well, not this time. Not on top of the dresser.

Not behind the dresser. Not in a top drawer. Not anywhere.

It's gone. Just plain gone. So much for your so called plan. Now what.

That plan just went out the "everybody's ready, everything's in place, just waiting for the GO signal" window.

Whispering (okay, screaming) in your head "Think, you idiot... THINK! Where could that dang thing be!"

It has to be here somewhere. "Ohhh, that's right. Now I remember!"

It quickly dawns on you that you ordered a pizza last night and needed your wallet to tip the delivery guy.

Heading to the living room, knowing it has to be sitting on the table by the front door, on top of the TV, the coffee table, one of those three spots.

It's guaranteed to be there, just like the 30 minute delivery guarantee. It's good as gold.

Or is it. Scouting around, you're still not seeing it. But you know it's close and you'll find it sooner than later.

Under the couch. Behind the TV. That would be a double NO.

Okay, think. Where could it be.

Doing your best not to get too stressed, you already know the last place you used it. To tip the delivery driver.

So you got that goin' for you, which is nice.

Now all you have to do is find it. Between the couch cushions? Nope. In the car keys bowl by the front door? Another nope.

In the pocket of the sweatshirt you were wearing last night when you went to pay the driver? Again, nope.

Okay, now it's getting to be more than a bit stressful.

Looking at the clock you quickly realize that you're already over an hour past your scheduled time for completing the mow job and you've yet to get started.

But you've still got time and you'll be back on track before you know it.

All these missing wallet problems far behind you.

Telling yourself to calm down isn't working.

So what's the next best thing to bring down your heart rate? Food.

Yep, a "search snack" of some sort. Works every time.

Guaranteed to take your mind off the situation and help you to relax.

And what's better than "day after" pizza. Ummm... nothing!

It's almost as if this whole experience was meant to be.

Rushing to the fridge, knowing you still have half a pizza remaining from last nights delivery, it's off to pizza nirvana you go.

As you grab the box, more than ready to dive on in, what's that staring you right in the face.

No flippin' way. How can that be. It can't, but yet, it is.

Yes, it's your wallet. The very same wallet you've been searching everywhere for over the past 45 minutes.

Then it all comes flooding back.

Shortly before putting the box of uneaten pizza in the fridge, you couldn't help but grab one last slice and as your hands were full, you plopped your wallet down on the box as you began chomping away.

Phew, mystery solved. Time to call off Jim Rockford, his services won't be needed here.

Feeling as if you deserve a Finders Fee, a reward of some sort, for finding your wallet, you can't help but grab a slice before you quickly scramble out the door, jump in your car and head back to the gas station.

Doing your best not to get too down on yourself for this stupid mistake, knowing it was only a two hour setback, all has not been lost

You still have plenty of time to mow the lawn.

Wallet in your pocket, all you have to do is grab a couple gallons of gas and you'll be home and mowin' away in no time.

Pulling in the gas station driveway and seeing your fave pump is once again wide open, it's a sure sign you'll be out of there and back home in no time.

Swiping your debit card and punching in your PIN, everything's ready to go.

Oops, forgot to grab the gas can. Rookie mistake.

Easily understandable as it's not like you have to do this last minute scramble to the gas station every week.

Walking around to the back of your car, opening the trunk, reaching for the gas can and BAM, it's not there.

Say WHAT!?! I know I brought it. I had it in my hands the first time I was here.

Then it dawns on you that yes, you did indeed have it in your hands the first time you were there.

And you set it down next to the pump prior to realizing that you'd forgotten your wallet.

And in your haste to rush home to grab your wallet, you left the gas can sitting by the pump.

Your first thought is "If I ever catch the guy that stole it I'll..." but calming yourself, you decide to head on inside the Gas-N-Go in hopes it was found by some kind soul and returned, knowing you'd be returning for it soon.

No such luck. And even worse, the clerk informs you that they're currently out of gas cans as they've had a run on them as of late.

That's when it hits you. You've been down this road before.

Hence the other half dozen gas cans sitting empty on the shelf in the garage, one of which you'd be grabbing before you headed back to the station for the third time.

No sweat, third time's the charm.

Heading back to your car, shaking your head in defeat, wondering how could all of your plans have gone so wrong, you decide to top off your tank.

After all, you've already submitted your card, not much more of a delay.

Might as well make the best of a bad situation. At least it will save you a trip later on in the week.

Click... click... click. $1.43 later, your tank is full and you're good to go.

Okay, so you filled up a couple days ago and didn't really need this trip to the station after all.

But you did need your wallet. And if it wasn't for this whole fiasco playing out the way it did, who knows how long it would've taken you to find it.

Let alone to even realize it was missing. At least not until what's sure to be a rather stressful Monday morning thanks to today's plans falling through.

Thank you Universe, you done good. Well, good enough anyway.

All the way home you're working out your Plan C for the rest of the day.

Sure, you're behind schedule by about 4 hours but there's still time to get back to your house, grab a gas can, rush back to the gas station, and make it back home again in time to mow the lawn.

Woo Hoo, all is not lost after all. You got this!

Almost home, rounding the corner, Dangit! You've gotta be kidding me!

Pulling in your driveway you can't help but notice that your auto-sprinklers are on full blast and your lawn is completely soaked.

Which, as anybody that's ever mowed a lawn knows, is the number one "No Go" signal for mowing the lawn.

Which is also the reason why you needed to get an early morning start in the first place. In order to beat the sprinklers.

So much for all your Saturday plans. The lawn will never be dry before dark. Looks like you'll have to give it another go tomorrow.

Oh wait, no can do. You already made plans to have friends over to watch football. Better make plans for next Saturday instead.

Now, what to do with the rest of your Saturday since all of your plans have been cancelled.

Looks like it's going to be an afternoon chillaxin' on the couch with a few slices of leftover pizza.

Sitting there, you begin to reflect on this whole GCR thing and can't help but wonder if this is what's going on with those hard working guys and gals back at GCR Headquarters.

Perhaps they're experiencing these same glitches, continually making plans, only to have them fall through time and time again.

Can't be something as stupid as them simply forgetting to wind the GCR Clock. Or can it?

Naw, chances are the QFS is now in charge of the GCR Clock along with all of its other duties.

One would also think they have a backup plan as well, just in case their original clock goes cuckoo.

And what about all of the people rumored to be waiting "on hold" at some 7,000 Exchange Centers across the country. They have to be pretty sick and tired of leftover pizza by now.

Any way you choose to look at it, at least you know there are many others who share your frustration of endless plans being cancelled.

At this point the only thing you know for certain is you're guaranteed to have the best Christmas ever.

And by the time your family and friends arrive for the holidays you're going to have the best looking lawn on the block.

That is, of course, unless you run out of gas and have to make alternate plans.

If that happens, then all bets are off.

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

Sincerely,
Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, or a horse jockey. 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.

Humerous Holiday Anecdotes From Mot at TNT Tuesday Night 12-7-2021

TNT:

Mot:  The Christmas Doll from Santa !!!!.............

As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.

What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.

If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go, you'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, 'What does this do?' “You're kidding me!' 'Who would buy that?' Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.

I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. 'Love Dolls' come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for 'Lovable Louise.' She was at the bottom of the price scale.

To call Louise a 'doll' took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.

My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy, but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her pantyhose the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. 'What the hell is that?' she asked.

My brother quickly explained, 'It's a doll.'

'Who would play with something like that?' Granny snapped.

I kept my mouth shut.

'Where are her clothes?' Granny continued.

'Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,' Jay said, to steer her into the dining room.

But Granny was relentless. 'Why doesn't she have any teeth?'

Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, 'Hang on Granny, hang on!'

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, 'Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?' I told him she was Jay's friend.

A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.

The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.

Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.

Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health..

I can't wait until next Christmas

Mot:  Why It's Impossible To Have A Christmas Party In 2021.............

Christmas Party

December 1...To All Employees

I'm happy to inform you that the company Christmas Party will be held on December 23rd at Luigi's Open Pit Barbecue. There will be lots of spiked eggnog and a small band will play traditional carols...feel free to sing-along. And don't be surprised if our CEO shows up dressed as Santa Claus to light the Christmas tree.

Exchanging gifts among employees can be done at this time. Please remember to keep gifts to the agreed $10 limit.

Merry Christmas to you and yours,

Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director

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December 2...To All Employees

In no way was yesterday's memo intended to exclude our Jewish employees. We recognize that Hanukkah is an important holiday and often coincides with Christmas (although not this year). However, from now on we're calling this party our Holiday Party. The same policy also applies to employees who are celebrating Kwanzaa at this time. There will be no tree or Christmas songs sung.

Happy holidays to you and yours.

Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director

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December 3...To All Employees

Regarding the anonymous note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous requesting a non-drinking table, I'm happy to accommodate your request but please remember that if I put a sign on the table that reads "AA Only" you won't be anonymous any more.

In addition, we'll no longer be having a gift exchange because union members feel that $10 is too much money.

Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director

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December 7...To All Employees

I have arranged for members of Overeaters Anonymous to sit farthest away from the dessert table and for pregnant members to sit closest to the restrooms. Gays are of course allowed to sit with each other. Lesbians do not have to sit with gays; each group will have its own table. And, yes, there will be a flower arrangement for the gay men's table.

Happy now?

Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director

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December 9...To All Employees

People! People! Nothing sinister was intended by wanting our CEO to play Santa Claus. Even if the anagram for "Santa" does happen to be "Satan." There is no evil connation to our own little "man in a red suit."

Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director

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December 10...To All Employees

Vegetarians! I've had it with you people. We're holding this party at Luigi's Open Pit Barbecue whether you like it or not. You can just sit at the table farthest from the "Grill of Death" as you call it, and you'll get salad bar only including hydroponics tomatoes. Tomatoes have feelings too, you know. They scream when you slice them. I can hear them now. I hope you have a rotten holiday. Drive drunk and die, you hear me?

The **** from Hell

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December 14...To All Employees

I'm sure I speak for all of us in wishing Patty Lewis a speedy recovery from her stress-related illness. I'll continue to forward your cards to her at the sanitarium. In the meantime management has decided to cancel the Holiday Party and give everyone the afternoon of the 23rd off with full pay.

Terri Bishop, Acting Human Resources Director

Mot:  ~~~ Ya KNow That ""List"" ~~~

Holiday Tidbits From Recaps Archives

HOLIDAY EATING TIPS

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare... You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.

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*Adventure With Grandma* 

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I
remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big
sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even
dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day
because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told
the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier
when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew they were
world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true. 

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her
everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous!
Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes
me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go." 

"Go?  Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous, cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General
Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we
walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle
in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. 

I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but
never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and
crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For
a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. 

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the
kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.  

He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess
during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he
had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and
he didn't have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement.
I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm,
and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady  behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

"Yes," I replied shyly. "It's .... for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and
ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible)
and wrote on the package, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" -- Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.  

Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers. 

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk Then Grandma gave me
a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

 I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on
his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and
Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door
to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that
those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they
were: ridiculous.  Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. 

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.

Pentatonix - Mary, Did You Know? (Official Video)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifCWN5pJGIE

Home Free - Do You Hear What I Hear?

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

"Breaking News From the North Pole" by Dr. Dinar

Breaking News From The North Pole!

by Dr. Dinar

Just when I think I’ve heard it all, look what comes scrolling across my television screen.

I mean, you just can’t make this stuff up. Or can you.

What with all this fake news floating ’round out there, one can never be 100% certain.

Of anything. Especially what comes out in today’s mainstream media.

Yet, low and behold, there it was. Right before my eyes.

While watching the latest episode of As The Dinar World Turns what should happen to pop up on my front screen but this amazingly unexpected Breaking News alert.

To say it caught my attention is a huge understatement.

In fact, if I hadn’t seen it myself it’s highly doubtful I’d be gullible enough to take someone’s word for it.

Fortunately I was able to capture this screenshot before it disappeared because as we know all too well, when certain super-sensitive info happens to slip through the cracks, somehow reaching the surface, it’s equally as quickly removed from existence, never to be seen or spoken of again.

Apparently, according to popular rumor, our bright-nosed buddy Rudolph, after who knows how many years of extremely dedicated, uninterrupted service, has given his notice.

As in his two week, tell HR to cancel my 401K, never to punch a time clock again notice.

Yes, the very same Rudolph that has spent nearly his entire life circling the globe, helping a certain special someone spread joy throughout the world.

Now, let’s think about this for a second.

What is Rudolph best known for.

Yep, using his oh so bright nose to lead a certain well known individual from country to country, house to house, chimney to chimney, all throughout the entire global community.

And who might this well known individual be that Rudy’s been helping with his nose so bright as well as his awesome sense of direction?

You guessed it, the one and only, ever elusive entity known as Santa Claus.

Good ol’ Kris Kringle, the jolliest guy this side of the North Pole Mall.

To say he’s well connected to those that are well connected goes without saying.

But does that mean he’s the most well connected guy on the planet?

Not necessarily.

Taking this a step further, who would most people consider to be the most well connected person on the planet.

Jeff Bezos, CEO of Amazon? While he may be labeled as the World’s Wealthiest Man, does that automatically imply his being the most well connected guy out there?

Not necessarily.

While his company unquestionably has global connections beyond contemplation, him personally, just not seeing it.

Bill Gates? Again, I picture him as someone that has far too much money and a personality that leaves quite a bit to be desired.

Once again, connections not being a priority in his life.

Not saying there’s a direct correlation between personal wealth and global connections but it certainly doesn’t hurt.

Take Mark Zuckerberg, the face of Facebook, for example.

Basically fell face-first into a huge bucket of funds and yet, he still can’t buy a personality.

While his company may boast of a couple billion monthly users, he himself, not too high on the connections list.

Sure, they snoop on you when you’re messaging and reprimand you when you’re a flake, but again, one on one connections aren’t their strong suit.

In today’s world not only do you need great communication skills as well as extensive global reach, it never hurts to have a bit of insider help as well.

And when you think insider connections, the who’s who of knowing who, who comes to mind.

Sure enough, the jolly ol’ fellow in the red suit.

Think about it. He’s got nearly everyone on the planet on his Lists.

Naughty, nice or somewhere in between, chances are more than good they’re on one of his Lists.

And when you take into consideration that he sees you when you’re sleeping as well as when you’re awake, there’s pretty much nowhere to hide.

So based on all of that, there’s only one thing we can conclude.

He’s as close to an RV/GCR source as we’re ever gonna get.

At least at our pay grade anyway.

No, he himself likely isn’t involved in the process per se nor is he in charge of pushing the GO button but who better than him to know those that are.

Therefore it only stands to reason that his actions  are more than likely based on what he’s both seeing as well as hearing.

And yes, I have it on good authority that he’s a currency holder just like we are.

He’s no dummy. He’s done his research and despite all of the constant objections from Mrs. Claus, he’s gone all in on the IQD, VND and the ZIM.

He’s even gifted all of his Elves with currency as well.

Truth be told, after hearing how committed he was, it pushed me to get even further involved in the Top 3 possibilities.

And now, with this latest rumor floating around out there about Rudolph retiring and then the capper of all, knowing that Santa is out there secretly scouting the Bentley Sleigh market, it leads me to only one conclusion.

This thing is about to pop!

C’mon, it only makes sense.

First of all, why else would Rudolph be retiring.

Think about it. He only works one night of the year and collects unemployment for the remainder of the year.

Yeah, the rest of the time the other reindeer are continuously bullying him, laughing at him and calling him names.

But he learned to just roll with it, knowing what a great gig he has and now he doesn’t waste time giving his haters the time of day.

So when you’ve basically got it all wrapped up in a pretty little bow, why retire.

Does he know something we don’t.

Hmmm…. certainly looks that way, doesn’t it.

Especially when you consider that for the most part his only social interaction is with the most well connected individual on the planet.

And now we have said individual out shopping for a Bentley Sleigh, one can’t help but put 2 & 2 together.

It’s not like Santa’s a politician or anything, making millions upon millions, year after year, off the books.

Nope. Come to think of it, I’m not even sure he receives a paycheck of any sort.

So how on earth is he expecting to afford that new Bentley Sleigh.

Last time I checked Bentley Dealers don’t take milk & cookies as a down payment on a new car, let alone a new sleigh.

Is it possible he’s just out their Dream Sleigh shopping, doing his best to keep his RV/GCR dream alive?

That would be understandable but when you take into consideration Rudy having already tendered his resignation, that just doesn’t make any sense.

That on its own is some tough to argue with confirmation of forward progress right there.

To me everything points to Santa getting some serious hints regarding the pending release of the RV/GCR.

Some people are micro focused on Iraq and all the goings on over in the Sandbox.

And if that gives them the best perspective and helps them through the night, then more power to ’em.

For me, Iraq is far too 2012. Meaning it was okay way back when things were RV focused but now that we know the GCR has run right over the top of that RV game plan, like a runaway snowball racing down from the top of Mt. Dinar, I pay zero attention to anything Iraq-ish.

I much prefer to remain focused on the global economies and how the longer this thing drags out, the more countries continue to collapse.

Contrary to others who believe they want the entire world to collapse prior to all currencies going asset-backed, I’m of the opinion that in reality nobody wins if they allow everything to fold.

And from what I can see, this house of corrupt cards is getting awfully close to crumbling with each and every passing day.

Which only serves to give me even more hope that sooner rather than later, they’re finally going to have to release this thing.

Leading to Santa getting his dream Bentley and I can finally begin to rebuild my life as well as the lives of my family and friends.

Could I be wrong about all this, my interpretation being totally skewed by viewing everything through Dinar goggles? You better believe it.

Please keep in mind it’s simply my opinion based on absolutely nothing other than lots of faith and an overwhelming overdose of hopium.

If I am wrong, I don’t wanna know it.

After a decade on this journey, I enjoy having something to hold onto.

Admittedly the foundation of knowledge that I built far too long ago isn’t quite as stable as it once was.

With all of the changes in the process and protocols throughout this journey, that should be easily understandable by most everyone.

I’m fairly certain that I’m not alone in wondering if my sisters Hairdresser’s Dentist’s Nanny’s Brother in Law wasn’t right in saying that this whole thing is a too good to be true pipe dream.

Could that deterioration be caused by the Boy That Cried Wolf having finally lost his vocal chords after calling it so many times, thereby eroding my footings?

Again, all possible and easy to understand considering how long this has continued to drag out.

So if I’m wrong, please let me survive this journey by any means necessary.

And I’ll gladly do the same for you.

But if I’m right, which I truly hope I am, then this could very well be THE best Holiday Season on record.

Sheesh, I sure like the sound of that.

Just because they’ve failed to get it done all of the previous years they were rumored to be working on it, hoping to reach completion, doesn’t mean this Christmas won’t be different.

After all, according to pretty much everyone out there in Dinarland, everything’s done.

We’re simply waiting for the release.

Let’s hope they’re right this time. After all, they only have to be right one time.

And there’s no better time to be right than right now.

Rudolph, please enjoy your retirement and Santa, I know you’re gonna be flyin’ around faster than the QFS can process a wire transfer but remember, despite what the Bentley Salesman said, that GPS isn’t infallible.

Don’t hesitate to rely on Rudy for directions.

As you well know he’s been around the block a time or two and one can’t imagine a better co-pilot.

Hang in there folks, we could be in store for the best Christmas ever.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer: Please consider everything in this post as my opinion. I’m not a professional Wealth Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, Bentley Salesman, etc.. I’m simply someone that chooses to believe in the unbelievable, including but not limited to the possibility that Santa truly does exist. Be sure to consult a professional for any financial decisions you make now and in the future.

News, Rumors and Humor Wednesday PM 11-24-2021

Some Highlights of Bruce’s Call from Tuesday 11-23-2021

There will be o call on Thanksgiving night.  We have anticipated toll free numbers and emails.  The number of emails loaded on the Wells Fargo servers had over 2M emails. 

The number loaded now is 1,424,000 that are ready to be released.  We look forward to this happening very soon.

No notifications today.  Possibly tomorrow, Wednesday, Then we might even start appointments Wednesday.  If too tight to do before Thanksgiving we may start right after which would be Friday.  They have said previously they want this to go before Thanksgiving.  We will wait and see

 Iraq had their new international rate over the past 24 hours.  It is a good rate, and theoretically trading internationally.  This may be seen publicly tomorrow, and a good indicator of our start. 

Bond holders are being paid out until December. 

Call centers have been tested for use with toll-free numbers.  Call, then get routed to the redemption center.  (Important for Zim people.)  The exact protocol depends on where in country. 

If we start Wednesday, some areas may work a half-day on Thanksgiving, or some areas might close for Thanksgiving. 

The paring down of the list from 2M to 1.424M was likely due to those who have been removed due to not being qualified. 

I don’t see a doom and gloom scenario.  We do not expect wide-spread outages for internet or cell service.  Some interruptions have occurred as equipment connects to new Starlink/Prolink system.

 I’ve been told we would have a wonderful Thanksgiving in terms of being “special”. 

 We expect things to go either right before or right after Thanksgiving.

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Courtesy of Dinar Guru

Walkingstick and Frank26   The education of the new small category notes and the new rate is right now.  IOO when that education ends the exchange rate will come right after it.  We believe that right now this education is telling the Iraqi citizens what they are about to receive...

Pimpy  There are all kinds of rumors going around that the Iraqi dinar has revalued...I was getting messages galore.  People asking me, 'Hey Pimpy the rumor is the IQD was reinstated last night?' ...Nope...the Iraqi dinar did not revalue...come on people if it would have really happened it would have really spread like wildfire...

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TNT:

Wednesday update for November 24, 2021

Bank Source G - Staff is on "standby" mode for this weekend. No vacations or out-of-town trips will be allowed after Thanksgiving.       

They are expecting an announcement of some sort. [Hmmmmmmm?]

Bank Source A, B, C, D and F- No change in data yet

Bank Source E - Sunday's appointment eventually moved to today.....waiting to hear more.

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Tishwash:  Record collapse of the Iranian currency

The Iranian currency (riyal) recorded today, Wednesday, a new collapse against foreign currencies in the exchange market, as the price of one US dollar reached 293,000 Iranian riyals, which is the largest collapse recorded by the currency since the arrival of the hard-line Iranian President Ibrahim Raisi to power and the formation of his government. last August.

The price of the euro was 327 thousand riyals, while the price of the pound sterling was 390 thousand Iranian riyals.

The rise in foreign exchange and gold prices in Iran comes on the eve of the meeting of the Board of Governors of the International Atomic Energy Agency, and the holding of a new round of talks on reviving the Iranian nuclear agreement with international powers, starting next week in Vienna.

Due to the relatively large difference between the price of the “National Stock Exchange” currency and that of the free market currency, Iranian exchange offices have witnessed long queues to buy the currency in recent weeks.

According to economic experts, the recent rise in the exchange rate in Iran is more due to political developments and the visit of Rafael Grossi, Director General of the International Atomic Energy Agency, to Iran, as well as the start of a new round of negotiations with Iran.

According to these experts, due to concerns about the outcome of the Vienna nuclear talks, the dollar tended to rise, as it jumped 4,000 riyals in one day.

At a meeting of the International Atomic Energy Agency's board of governors on his visit to Tehran on Wednesday, Rafael Grossi said his talks with Iran on safeguards were "not fruitful" despite his efforts.

Referring to his visit to Tehran, Grossi said: "Iran has not yet commented on the origin of uranium particles found in some nuclear facilities."

The Iranian government is trying to cancel the government dollar price approved by the government of former President Hassan Rouhani at a value of 42,000 riyals, by submitting a bill to the Iranian parliament.

Government officials in Iran claim that the purpose of the bill is to “change the recipients of the foreign currency (dollars) subsidized by the government.”  link

Mot:  --- and soooooooooooo What Ya Thankful fer?? ~~~

Every Southerner on Thanksgiving....It's true.....every word lol

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

"Welcome to the Unknown Zone" By Dr. Dinar

Welcome To The Unknown Zone  By Dr. Dinar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All my best,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, or RV/GCR Committee member, . 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.

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"We're In The Window" by Dr. Dinar

Thank you Dr. Dinar!!

We're In the Window by Dr. Dinar

Throughout the years, as we trudge along the dusty dinar trail, many catch-phrases tend to permeate throughout Dinarland. Some lasting a day or two, perhaps a week, but only a few seem to stand the test of time.

When it comes to longevity, "We're In The Window" has to be up there among the all time Top 10.

Honestly, thinking back, I'm unable to recall a time when we weren't "in a window" of some sort.

Even nearly a decade ago, when it was all about Maliki stealing the Prime Minister's election, Shabibi boasting about how Iraq could support $16 dollars, Allawi continually saying the truth about the true winner would eventually come out, Talibani being rushed to the hospital for the 14th time due to a bad bout with indigestion and Sadr threatening to round up his people and riot in the streets, we still heard week after week that we were "in the window".

After a while you begin to question whether or not people are simply confused by seeing their own reflection in the window, thinking we're there because they're there, or merely getting dizzy from breathing too many ammonia fumes in a room full of closed up windows.

Either way, even the Burj Khalifa, located in Dubai, which has long claimed to be the tallest building in the world at 163 floors, can only have so many windows.

Whatever the number, we surely surpassed that amount long ago.

At this point I'm fully prepared to see the Riddler show up with his signature "Riddle me this... when is a window clearly unclear?" because I can hardly wait to respond with an "Only in Dinarland!"

Yep, there's no other place that you can have a squeaky clean, streak free window, day after day, week after week, for years and still have it clearly remain unseen.

Heck, if I'd bought a bottle of Windex each time I heard about an upcoming window of possibility, I wouldn't need a GCR because I'd already own enough shares of Windex stock to be rich!

At some point we have to put away the squeegee, empty the bucket of dirty rumor water and just rest assured that from here on out, until we can clearly see that this thing has finally popped, we're in one long, seemingly never-ending, continuous window.

A window that couldn't be any cleaner, any clearer, any more streak-free and hopefully a window that won't end up being frozen shut, covered in snow, by the time we reach the finish line.

Hang in there folks, we're almost there.

Sincerely,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I Alfred, Batman's trusted Butler. 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.