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

Thank you Dr. Dinar!!! From Recaps Archives

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

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

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

As in everything's done.

Done... duh duh duh DONE!

Like, really done.

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

Nothing left to do because it truly is done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rumors of everything being done.

How long have we been hearing that.

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

And yet, here we are.

Not done.

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

Not likely.

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

So please, don't get me wrong.

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

i mean, let's not get crazy here.

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

An extremely welcome change to say the least.

Well, I for one would certainly love it anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

Sheesh, give it a rest.

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

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

But you get my drift.

Enough with the talk.

I'm ready for some action.

I want to know it WILL happen!

As in today.

Or any other day ending in "y".

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

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

Is that too much to ask.

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

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

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

I'm open to most any form of communication.

Make it a fortune cookie.

Why not a clever saying on a Starbucks cup.

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

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

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

Of actually reaching a conclusion.

Actually being concluded.

As in DONE.

Talk is cheap.

No more rumors.

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

We need action.

Action, leading to results.

Results resulting in our receiving our exchange instructions.

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

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

As I mentioned earlier, enough already.

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

It's time to begin the action phase.

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

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

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

In other words, just words.

And words don't pay the bills.

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

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

You have to know when enough is enough.

And let's face it, enough is enough.

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

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

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

Like life beyond Dinarland.

Hang in there folks.

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

If not, the entire global economy will crash.

And supposedly they don't want that to happen.

Or do they.

Who knows what they want.

Who even knows who "they" are.

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

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

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

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

At this point, anything's possible.

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

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

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

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

Friday Night "Humor While We Wait" Posted by TNT Members

TNT:

Mot:  A trucker made a stop at an off-the-road café and placed his order.

“I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights, and a pair of running boards.”

A blond waitress (it was her first day on the job) didn’t want to look stupid in front of the customer. So she went to the kitchen and asked the cook, ‘This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards. What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?”

“No,” the cook replied. ‘Three flat tires means three pancakes. A pair of headlights means two eggs sunny side up. And a pair of running boards means 2 slices of crisp bacon!”

“Oh. OK!” said the blonde, relieved to finally understand the code words. She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer.

The trucker asked, “What are the beans for, blondie?”

She replied, “I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up! ”

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CandyKisses:  CHRISTMAS GROUP THERAPY

Mot: .. ooooooh K! - sooooo Why Reindeer??? ~~~

Mot:  ..... lets Hopes That Dont Happen agains!! ~~

Mot: ... Dang - the Man Stress is abuilding!!! ~~

Mot:  .... Uh Oh!!! ----

Mot:  .. just un tiny.. teenie .. little bitty un!!! Please!!! ~~~~

Christmas Humor and "Ho, Ho, Ho's" While We Wait

Christmas With The Family

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 so 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

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TNT:

Mot:  Did Ya Ever Hear of the Ninth Reindeer??? - wellllll - heres Why! ~~

Mot:  ...... Did You get Ur Letter from Santa??? ~~~~

Mot:  . siiiggghhhhh -- When the Movie Buff Tops da Tree!! ~~~

Mot:  .... its Time fur Caroling fir Sure!! ~~~

Mot:  ...... Yah! - Yah! - Yah! - .. Sure! -- uh Huh! ~~~~

" Humor While We Wait" Posted by Mot at TNT

TNT:

Mot:  I'll tell you my story. 'I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. 

After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and married her, so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.

Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother. More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. 

Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son, my brother is my grandson.  

Ultimately, I have become my own grandfather and I am my own grandson.  

And you say you have family problems.'

Mot:  Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend to Husband and noticed a ....

Dear Tech Support,

Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend to Husband and noticed a distinct slowdown in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend.

In addition, Husband uninstalled many other valuable programmes, such as Romance and Personal Attention and then installed undesirable programs such as Cricket, Football, Golfing and Continuous TV. Conversation no longer runs, and Housecleaning simply crash the system.

I've tried running Nagging to fix these problems, but to no avail.

What can I do?

Signed, Desperate

......................................................................................................

 Dear Desperate,

First keep in mind, Boyfriend is an Entertainment Package, while Husband is an Operating System.

Please enter the command: 'http: I Thought You Loved Me.html' and try to download Tears.

Don't forget to install the Guilt update.

If that application works as designed, Husband should then automatically run the applications Jewellery and Flowers, but remember… over-use of the above application can cause Husband to default to Grumpy Silence, Garden Shed or Beer. Beer is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.

Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources). Also, do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend program.

These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband.

In summary, Husband is a great system, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. It also tends to work better running one task at a time.

You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend Food and Hot Lingerie.

Good Luck,

Tech Support

Mot:  ....... the MOST Critical Part of Your NEW House Will Beeeeee

Mot:  .. Ya Know! - When They Check!! ~~~~

Mot:  .... Be Aware! - Cuddly they ~~~~

Mot: Hysterical Diary of a "Snow Shoveler" and more.......

Mot:  ...... Hysterical Diary of “the Snow Shoveler”

December 9: We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I've ever had. I shoveled snow for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again! What a perfect life.

December 12: The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment. My neighbor tells me not to worry, we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow again. l don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice man - I'm glad he's our neighbor.

December 14: Snow, lovely snow! 8" last night. The temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. l didn't realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish l wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15: 20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska, after all.

December 16: Ice storm this morning. Fell on my butt on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.

December 17: Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20: Electricity's back on, but had another 14" of stupid snow last night. More shoveling. Took all day. That stupid snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying.

Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22: Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white stuff fell today, and it's so cold it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to use the restroom. By the time I got undressed, went and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter; but he says he's too busy. I think the jerk is lying.

December 23: Only 2" of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she, nuts? Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did, but I think she's lying.

December 24: 6" today. Snow packed so hard by snowplow, l broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the jerk who drives that snowplow, I'll drag him through the snow by his hair. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at about 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was busy watching for that stupid snowplow.

December 25: Merry Christmas. 20 more inches of the !=3D@x@!x!x1 slop tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she's an idiot. If I have to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" one more time, I'm going to kill her.

December 26: Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27: Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze.

December 28: Warmed up to above -50. Still snowed in. THAT WOMAN is driving me crazy!!!!!

December 29: 10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?

December 30: Roof caved in. The snow plow driver is suing me for a million dollars. The wife went home to her mother. 9" predicted.

December 31: Set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling.

January 8: I feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?

Mot:  ........ hmmmm I Liked the Old Way!! ~~~~ LOL

Mot:  ...... 2 weeks!!! ~~~until Christmas

Some "Ho, Ho, Ho Humor" While We Wait Posted by Mot at TNT

TNT:

Mot:  The Little Angel on the Top of the Christmas Tree!

One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit; this stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out at heaven knows where. More stress.

Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hid the liquor and there was nothing to drink.

In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the coffeepot and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw it was made of. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn't it just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn't it just a lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?

Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the tree.

Mot: ... the Things Your Mum Never Taught You! ~~~~~

Mot: . Aaaaahhah - Caught Up to Him - They Did!~~~

Mot: ........ oooooh the Tree ~~

Mot:  .... Always it is!! ~~~~~

Mot:  ..... Will Never Guess What This Gift May be!!! ~~~~

"Kicks and Grins" posted by Mot at TNT

TNT:

Mot:  The Computer is Gender Confused

A language teacher was explaining to her class that in French, nouns unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as masculine or feminine.

'"House" in French, is feminine - "la maison", while "pencil" in French is masculine - "le crayon."'

One puzzled student asked, "What gender is a computer?" The teacher thought it would be a good exercise to have the students decide what they thought the gender should be.

 So she split the class into two groups appropriately enough, by gender and asked them to decide whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Both groups were required to give four reasons for their recommendation.

The men's group decided that computer should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later review.

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you constantly find yourself spending more money on accessories for it.

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The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine "le computer") because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on.

2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves.

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem.

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer you could have gotten a better model!

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Mot:  .... and Yet Another Survival Tip! - from Mot of course! ~~

Mot:  .... Its a Marital Thingy I Thinks!! ~~~

Mot:  Ya KNow! - Those Gym Places. Have one Wierd Sense of Humor!

Mot .. Tough Morning! - Already Exhausted I Am! ~~~~

Mot: ....... Seeeeee - Just How Yas Look at it! ~~

87 Best Retirement Quotes: Including Funny, Short and Inspirational

87 Best Retirement Quotes: Including Funny, Short and Inspirational

Personal Finance - Janice Friedman - May 28, 2019

Do you ever think about your golden years after you leave your career? Here are some juicy retirement quotes that will help you think more about it in a different way.

Are you ready to retire? A mention of the word retirement automatically provokes many thoughts to people around. Some think of the graceful age where you enjoy all that you’ve been working for, whereas some only think of problems.

Still, some may not even want to picture it out of fear of the old age and also the loss of that fulfilling career. Various retirement quotes can change your perspective about retirement and maybe paint a different lovely picture.

Whichever the case, retirement should be happy, fulfilling, as well as healthy life later after you have saved enough to sustain you for the rest of your life.

For me, when I think of retirement, I can’t manage to think of anything less than a happy, relaxing, wealthy life full of vacations.  The hard work and painful savings of the youthful years ought to pay fully for that comfortable retirement.

List of the Best Retirement Quotes

I have compiled a good number of words of wisdom or better, what I like to call the best retirement quotes that will brighten your day.  This list of retirement quotes has been compiled from various people whose words of wisdom couldn’t go unnoticed.

Inspirational Retirement Quotes

1. “Just because you are getting older and have retired doesn’t mean that you should have less confidence in your abilities. Think about the experience and knowledge that you have gained by all the years you have worked” -Theodore W. Higginsworth

2. “Retirement: It’s nice to get out of the rat race, but you have to learn to get along with less cheese.” – Gene Perret

3. “Planning to retire? Before you do, find your hidden passion. Do the thing that you have always wanted to do.” – Catherine Pulsifer

4. “Age is only a number, a cipher for the records. A man can’t retire his experience. He must use it. Experience achieves more with less energy and time.” – Bernard Baruch 

5. “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” – Lyrics from “Closing Time” by Semisonic

6. “What does retirement mean now that there are so many opportunities for learning, for caring, for serving? We can redefine aging.” – Rachel Cowan, Wise Aging

7. “Retirement is a new beginning, and that means closing the book on one chapter to begin the next.” Sid Miramontes, Retirement: Your New Beginning

8. “Retirement gives you the time literally to recreate yourself through a sport, game, or hobby that you always wanted to try or that you haven’t done in years.” – Price, Stephen D.

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Breaking News From the North Pole by Dr. Dinar

Breaking News From The North Pole! by Dr. Dinar

From Recaps Archives

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.

Saturday Night "Kicks and Grins" Posted by Mot

Mot:  At age 29, she was a single mother living on welfare .....

At age 17, she was rejected from college.

At age 25, her mother died from disease.

At age 26, she suffered a miscarriage.

At age 27, she got married.

Her husband abused her. Despite this, her daughter was born.

At age 28, she got divorced and was diagnosed with severe depression.

At age 29, she was a single mother living on welfare.

At age 30, she didn't want to be on this earth.

But, she directed all her passion into doing the one thing she could do better than anyone else.

And that was writing.

At age 31, she finally published her first book.

At age 35, she had released 4 books, and was named Author of the Year.

At age 42, she sold 11 million copies of her new book, on the first day of release.

This woman is J.K. Rowling. Remember how she considered suicide at age 30?

Today, Harry Potter is a global brand worth more than $15 billion dollars.

Never give up. Believe in yourself. Be passionate. Work hard. It’s never too late.

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Mot: . Heard bout this Me entire Life.... sooooo What am I missing!!???

Mot: .... oooh the Desire! - What to Do??? ~~~~

Mot:  ... Oooooooooooh - the Ironies of Life!!! ~~~~

Mot: ,,, ooooh...... ooooh...... ooooh....

Mot: ...... Again - I Said to ~~~~~~

Mot:.. She'll be Here Anyday Now! ~~~

Saturday Night "Humor While We Wait"

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.

Remember this motto to live by: “ life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!"

Have a great holiday season!!  

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From TNT:

Mot:  A young man named John received a parrot as a gift.

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.

Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity.

John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.

Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed.

Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer.. The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.

As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird spoke-up, very softly,

"May I ask what the turkey did?"

Mot: ........... Touché ............

Mom: . the Latest Fiction Best Seller is coming out Sooon! ~~~~

Mot:  . Ya Know! - Just don't Get it!! ~

Mot:  Once every 520 years the majestic alignment can be witnessed by a lucky few