40K Dow on the Futurescope

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Rally in a Box Canyon of rates.

Yeah, you remember the old Westerns, right?  Where the one cowboy rides (lost) into a dead-end and is set-upon by the baddies?

That’s where we are financially. We had the “cheap dose of deflation” to pretend to work out systemic malinvestment. But now, with the public debt continuing to climb – to $34,561,173,662,194  as of Wednesday – we are in a world where the Fed is unloading in order to ready for the next sinker.  Which will be along presently.

The effect is to drive up rates, which over time will only speed up the runaway train of interest costs on the National Debt. Which, as Peoplenomics readers know, ain’t a bad proxy for so-called “inflation” at least since Nixon closed the gold window.

The 40K Way

If my consigliere is right (and he is, more often than not) and this pig of a market has only a modest decline this spring (“sell in May and go away” then the next threshold of insanity will be the $50K Dow by Labor Day.  (We will refer back to this column then…)

For now, the CorpGov State Media are screaming about the historical Grandness Of It All (GoiA) with Dow 40K showing up with higher frequency than crabs after a bordello visit.

Here’s the Reality, though: We ain’t there yet.  The Dow range Thursday was 39,589.23 – 39,889.05.  When we plugged in the Future’s pricing it looked to us (early, mind you) would open around 39832.37.  Which looks to us like 170-points short of a touchdown.

Not that we won’t get there – and maybe today – because people are crazy these days, which we’re guessing you noticed, too?

Still:

  • Early BTC prices were down around $64,641.20.
  • In Asia, the Hang Seng was down 363 overnight, more than a 2 percent hit.
  • Yet, that rate-raising Bank of Japan homeland was up 2-10ths of a percent on the Nikkei
  • While oil was still firm on MEMD (Middle East Madness Disease) outbreak prospects,
  • Gold and Silver were soft-to-down a Scosche. Which – and most people don’t know this, except Japanese Central Banksters, perhaps, but the term “a scosche” stems from JA word “Sukoshi” – which should make you the smartest person at the water cooler going into the weekend.

Futurescope: Chief Talk and Fed Heads

There was a time in America when young boys had jobs as “pin setters” in the forerunners of the modern Bowling Alleys. It was 1956 before Brunswick invented the Automatic Pinsetter, by the way.

Which is useful because we have a whole “set up” of pinsetters speaking today.

  • Jerome Powell at 9 AM E
  • Fed regionals Phillip Jefferson at 10 AM E
  • Michael Barr at 12:15 PM E
  • And Raphael Bostic at 4 PM

Any change in the winds (*read: a mention of common sense or irrational markets)  MIGHT keep us from scaling the last 17o point of the “wall of worry” that markets are compelled to climb.

Method: Our Last Trading Box is Full

There are usually 17 other charts in our structured view of markets, sometimes more, on our subscriber side (Peoplenomics.com, $40/year), but the one we are keeping in mind is this one.

It takes a little explaining the rationale here, so here’s the read-in on how Peoplenomics – as a structure view of Life – works in the ChartPack.

  1. The Peoplenomics view is my personal attempt at a “ground up” rationalization of conflicting financial indicators.
  2. The cornerstone notion is that at any one moment there is only so much “money” in the world.  But when viewed as Aggregates, multiple markets worldwide will move in unison as their governments engage in the (*current) global sport of Competitive Devaluations of their money’s purchasing power.
  3. This appears, as we explained in yesterday’s column like “prices going up” but in fact, the opposite is true: Cheeseburger purchasing power of dollars is going down. So, it naturally takes more of them... The nominal price goes up and we are all fools falling for bankster games.
  4. OK, same thing also happens in markets.  I caught onto this when I was doing my MBA in the late 90s.  Because obvious that not only were there in and out of tech stocks over time (Dow slows, NASDAQ rises, kind of thing) but that the financial industry only pimps its winners.
  5. Which is why we locked a certain (pretty arbitrary) ratio of multiple vertical markets (you could use the Dow, S&P 500, and the NASDAQ, all normed to equal portfolio weights) and come up with your own Aggregate Index.

Now the fun begins!

We know from the great works of others (R.N. Elliott and arguably his most successful adherent (Bob Prechter) that Elliott Waves are very useful.  But, so too with the lesser-known Gilbert Raff book, “Trading the Regression Channel” there are structured graphical ways to “see market movements.”

When you combine the Elliott work with Raff and my own Aggregate work, you can can at least make an intelligent guess as to what the market is doing.

Study this chart very closely and I will run you through the “decoder ring.”

Now comes the useful part of decoding this – at least if you’re not colorblind.

  • Two Gray Trading Boxes:  This is a possible A-B-C from the 2022 bottom following the 2021 Purchasing Power Parity high Nov. 8, 2021.  Yes, the nominal *reported* market has gone higher, but on an inflation-adjusted basis, especially adjusting inflation for a currently accurate inflation proxy (National Debt to the Penny change) we are nowhere near PPP highs today.  Thus, the A-B-C bounce is filled already.
  • Three Green Trading Boxes:  This is the next-smaller-scale zoom.  It was also completed (meaning 1 up green was eclipsed by wave 5 up green) some while back.
  • Three Blue Trading Boxes:  Once again, the next level of zooming in.
  • Red Trading Boxes: Just filled.
  • Three Yellow Trading Boxes:  The first is a bit harder to see, but the other two are filled and done.  Maybe.

The idea is that each time you are thinking about an Elliott structure, it’s more intuitive (depending on color/graphical development of your Occipital Lobe (back of brain) has evolved.  Here, we could launch into a deep understanding of brain tasking and how it relates to market success.  For this morning, just understand that the Prefrontal Cortex is where the “math processor (coprocessors) are located.

In short, as a self-critical investor, you can decide which region of brain is working best for certain kinds of market conditions, my making lots of trades and then self-inspecting the results and comparing that to your “in advance mind work” to understand whether your math processor or your visual/occipital will make you more money.

Didn’t mean to turn this into a freebie for Peoplenomics – because over the past 20+ years of the newsletter, most of this has been previously covered, but as brain science has moved along, some additional insights will be shared on the PN site later this year as time permits.

The one thing I’ve noticed is that both approaches (numerical and visual) seem to work well.  Reader D’Lynn kicked my ass last year in portfolio returns – he’s math-oriented.  But I’ve had some very good streaks when playing my own visual indicators (augmented by market technical indicators).

(This visual/occipital is why I mentioned the online reaction time test the other day to you.  Not as much for reaction times alone, but also to keep the visual/occipital skills firing on all neurons…)

Speaking of which, we’re on the morning slog-clock, so best we jump into…

Creepy Crawlers and Headless Headlines

Democrats hate success and turn on one another.  Harsh? Sure, but one perspective on US Department of Justice sues Apple. This could lead us to some very interesting notions about the relationship between tech moguls and politics.  Remember, Elon Musk didn’t used to be so sensitive to overreaching government, but that’s crystal clear on X now.  We wonder, therefore, with the Apple attack, whether the next major wake-up in media might be “The Atlantic” which could moderate more toward the middle because?  It’s owned by Laurene Powell Jobs, the widow of former Apple CEO Steve Jobs. But, sure is an interesting angle (or sidebar) to the Apple “crisped” to keep an eye on.

War for More! Yes, that’s right. Our march to WW3 – the neocon plan – is still double-timing.  US wants Ukraine to stop hitting Russian oil refineries. But no, Europe is spoiling for war as an excuse to extend the megalomania of the Ure-a-peein’ onion.

Then there’s Taiwan which is going seriously militarized now: China Sends Warnings to US Ally Amid Rising Tensions (newsweek.com)/ And the Philippines, Spratley’s and even India.  Oh, you didn’t catch that? US Wades Into China and India’s Deepening Border Feud (newsweek.com)  The way this will work out will be fighting almost everywhere, all over the planet.  While the Ures will be running their filtered air hydroponics and sitting on cases of “fool repellant” due in from Cheaper than Dirt….

Cease-fire Sham?  To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t be surprised to see the US veto this when it comes up for a vote: UN Security Council to vote on US resolution for immediate ceasefire in Gaza. But, I will tell you this, looks to us like money – and a fair bit – is all that has kept Egypt on a leash from going after Israel.  Have a read of Inside Egypt’s narrow escape from economic collapse | Cryptopolitan and see what you think.

Work Longer or Pay Higher Social Security?  Social Security head warns against raising retirement age after GOP proposal.

Around the Ranch:  CUD

CUD means a “clean up day” for me.  All the projects this week (with Divell’s fine work) has left the shop looking a mess.

There’s a theory that “a place for everything, and everything in its place” is how to organize life.  Frankly, I’m skeptical, but trying to work in that direction.

By the end of the month, I’m aiming at having the big hydroponics online and that means a couple of more intensive workweeks ahead.  The swamp cooler needs to leave the lean-to greenhouse and go up to the Chillerponics project.  Which means the a/c unit and high R-value wall needs to be built (still more) work needs to be done.

DON’T BUY A GREENHOUSE.  Because you REALLY need to read “The Chinese Greenhouse: Design and Build a Low-Cost, Passive Solar Greenhouse.”  The book, by Dan Chiras, puts lie to the “all glass, all sides Dutch[-style of greenhouse. We are not in cold, low-light Holland and all we really need is kick-ass lighting on the front half of the roof, the south-facing side and, depending on plants, some well insulated lower parts of the building.

Do that and suddenly a swamp cooler, even in East Texas humidity in the summer will still have outlet temps in the low 80s which will keep a food producing hydroponic system on a roll.

Now, when we take the old (aged, nearing end of life) solar panels and put them into a low-power micro inverter grid, we will be able to keep the Chillerponics unit cool enough (hopefully) for lettuce all summer long.  Anyway, that’s why I am not spending much time trading. Because the doing is why we work in the first place, right?

Weekends are when we get to work for the best boss in the world: Ourselves.

Write when you get rich,

George@Ure.net

53 thoughts on “40K Dow on the Futurescope”

  1. Future scope – “Boom Boom, out go the Lights!”

    hear I got Ure googlized futurescope, watch this for a sense of what is coming to a power plant – refinery near you https://t.me/svezhesti/102118

    Full moon eclipse comes soonly, Monday – it is Penumbral ..”the shadow knows”. Will have me howling..
    Turn It Up! https://youtu.be/GgGqo3mIOSQ?si=36Bj6b71UbzrHT9q

    Followed shortly by new moon on Apr 8th..Moar “juice” for those that would arouse Sunshine and Aether.

    * Casting out/protecting against spirits – Invoke that Light of the OG “Son of Life” within You x3 – Outloud . Better than a simple Charm, more powerful than Superman. Its in there, trust yourself.

    • what I fear and the scary thought is someday.. our involvement will be the straw that says hey enough.. then we will be fully involved not just over in another country but here as well. I believe we all will have some form of PTSD in the future..

      • I think you’re right. I’ve felt we have been headed for that for quite a while. Wars over there and war(s) here, eventually.

        We’ve been so damn depleted of so many things, little by little, for several years and, it shows. Lots of chains being broken, and not to free the slaves but rather, to make us more vulnerable.

        Give away our money to Ukraine and other places, and then we’re told the government may shut down and 600 thousand gov. employees may lose their job, cuz we’re short on money. Wtf?

        Food processing plants, chemical and oil facilities, (accidentally) exploding … just, “Oops’es” we’re told. Tyson hires illegals but no eggs broken there.

        Folks telling illegals how to successfully become Squatters. – Doesn’t really help matters.

        Andrew Jackson paid off the National Debt, even Bill Clinton left a surplus. – who the fuck are these new people?

        We’ve been a (country) for over 200 years, and nobody know how to balance a budget. Still can’t get division out of our heads to get along, cuz when we do all get along, somebody stirs the pot. That’s what ya get when special interests and paying bureaucrats wrote the bills that politicians won’t read.

        Fake news, is just another term for Propaganda. And when you get propaganda, you get a sense that war is in the offing. Which I believe it is.

        It’s not incompetence, as folks are capable of doing the right thing … but they won’t because someone’s paying them not to. It’s a matter of integrity and, we’ve lost it.

        We have jets that can reach Mach whatever, but only recently considered making missiles as fast? The science and physics have been there, since the first time a tornado put a 2×4 through a brick wall … and missiles can do that now but that’s where it stopped, or did it? Personally, I’d like to know.

        Media says, so’n so said this and another so’n so said that, as if “words” are so damn provocative. Just to get the armchair warrior’s ass off the cushion, only to plop it back down again, so to comfortably write a comment on social media.

        Folks still push that, “Live in the Now” mentality. Live in the NOW. Make Now a happy place … shit, dumb asses better start thinking about the future or we ain’t gonna have one. Sure won’t be a “Happy Place” if any of what’s here NOW is left.

        God, people make me sick !

        • (“I think you’re right. I’ve felt we have been headed for that for quite a while.”)

          In reality I was hoping that I was totally wrong in my projected fears.. that in a year or so.. everyone would be saying.. remember when you thought this was going to happen.. what an idiot you are.. and the kids would be razzing me saying.. dam you were afraid of absolutely nothing.. see we were right and old slow joe is the best dam thing that showed up at a function with a box of cones and Ice cream .. and look How Hunter was voted in as the new POPE he is the vision of purity.. congress finally comes to work and finds that nothing was wrong in any of their business dealings and that Hunter was really a secret deep cover US spy under the DHS and the other alphabets.. spying on the other countries posing as a bumbling moronic business man while he was keeping our country safe from harm not selling us out like some bastard…. you were all wrong..

      • Think Ure wait be over…nato/ukies Terrorists just attacked a concert hall full of Russian concert goers , just West oustide Moscow..

        Guaranfuckingtee Da BEAR be gettin ANRGY now .

        Time to duck and cover is approaching even faster than I imagined..just wish they could wait till after Tax season (4/15) Seeing as how I really really want to Pay tax money to this EVIL regimen, again..NOT!

        Ure Deagle estimates may be way off on the LOW side, seeing as how Military already nailed it with covert19.

        The Retaliation-Escalation could be epic..

        Natasha – “so sorry our night out at a Show was outrageously shot to shit. If Boris was in charge of targeting, z dick playing the piano would be prioritized as A #1”

        • re: Moe, Larry and Curly

          B. Badenof,

          The Putin-aligned Russian television channel Ia Krasnoya Vesna (The Red Spring) is streaming a panel discussion about the concert hall attack. The top of the webpage shows a cropped 17th century oil painting “The Betrayal of Judas” by the Dutch painter Godfried Schalk. He was a noted artist of candlelight and shadow. The original work hangs in the Museo Nacional Del Prado in Madrid, Spain. The museum kindly offers complimentary public viewing access online.

          https://www.museodelprado.es/coleccion/obras-de-arte?searchObras=schalken%20%20traicion

        • Nostradamus and The Third Age of Mars 2024: Version 1.1 – 568
          All Rights Reserved G. A. Stewart LLC

          As I mentioned in Chapter III, the Vatican has known all along what the course of future events will be. Father Malachi Martin’s words below put today’s events into perspective.

          Interview:

          Does Russia still play a role in the message of Fatima even though the Iron Curtain has come down…

          FATHER MALACHI MARTIN:
          It does, it does… the message of Fatima still stands… the errors of Russia are now abroad, and they are abroad… Russia will be converted by my Immaculate Heart she said… It will be, she said it… but a bit late, but not too late…

          So, Russia is still within the plan…

          That would take me too far afield into Papal Secrets.

          …Why Russia and Kiev are involved in the final solution to this problem, but they are.
          They’re part and parcel… and it’s really God’s choice… It’s purely and simply God’s choice… Just like he chose the Jews to bring the families of the world through them… He makes choices… he has his own favorite solutions…
          I wouldn’t have chosen the Russians or Kiev, or the East for salvation, but salvation is to come from the East for us all…

        • Nostradamus and The Third Age of Mars 2024: Version 1.1 – 572
          All Rights Reserved G. A. Stewart LLC

          As I was completing Nostradamus and Third Age of Mars, I realized that I had missed a very
          important historical fact. In Chapter II, I wrote that Nostradamus’ main theme was written around his three Antichrists, Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, and Barack Obama. Russia has already fought the first two; maybe they were destined to fight all three Antichrists.

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    • Interesting window. Not the path I ‘m on DJK. To your point we all get to decide, Im channeling a Crypto Bullmarket and writing when wealthy. FILLED WITH GRATITUDE AND EXCITED TO SEE MULTIPLE BTC ATH’S!

  2. My friend and financial advisor will tell you “Effing around with social security is revolutionary”. I will agree but when you pause to consider the physics of the recipients it makes me wonder if the shitheads on the hill have any concern for us.

    The hoopty is a fine place for a wintertime outdoor spa retreat. On a sunny day in January, temps can reach 90 easily. Diana and I will go out there on our own private day trip to the beach. I keep 40% shade cloth rolled up over the greenhouse plastic cover on the hoopty year round. The plastic sides come up in late February normally but I will admit I needed to raise them earlier in the last couple years. By the middle of April or sooner the shade cloth is down; by mid-May, both end doors are open 24/7. Ventilation is key. I hung 4 box fans around the 6 new Green Stalk tower planters to keep air moving around them. During the summer I grow enough cool weather greens in large 30″ pots on the north side of the house for Diana and me. I saw your pics of maters and such you grew in your greenhouse. Good job on those.

    Stay safe. 73

    • (“it makes me wonder if the shitheads on the hill have any concern for us.”)

      Hmm.. my best guess.. is NOT ONE TINY LITTLE BIT… none of it affects any of them..they don’t have a clue.. they live in the bubble of the beltway..
      So far you see political alignments just like every other civilization.. it isn’t until it gets out of hand that those political alignments change to one of.. well hell why didn’t anyone say anything to us.. but sadly in all those instances it was to late.. they will make up a nursery rhyme to teach the little ones so no one every forgets.. yet .. maybe a short story like this one will come up..

      The Bumbling Statesman

      In the hallowed halls of power, he roams, A statesman once sharp, now lost in the foam. His memory, a sieve, leaks thoughts like rain, And his steps echo confusion, a stumbling refrain.
      At dawn’s first light, they gather ’round, The aides and advisors, their patience unbound. “Mr. President,” they say, with furrowed brows, “Today’s agenda awaits; please focus now.”
      But he gazes out the window, lost in thought, His mind a labyrinth where memories are caught. He mumbles about yesteryears and ancient wars, While the world outside spins on, closing doors.
      He shuffles down the corridor, a waltz of disarray, His cane tapping rhythms on the marble, they say. The walls become his dance partners, unyielding and cold, As he twirls and stumbles, stories half-told.
      Microphones like hungry vultures await, Their questions circling, sealing his fate. “Mr. President,” they ask, “what’s your stance?” He blinks, then chuckles, lost in a trance.
      “Bananas,” he declares, “are the key to peace, Their curved wisdom, a balm for strife’s increase.” The room falls silent, jaws agape, As he rambles on about fruit and grape.
      Back in the Oval Office, he leans on the desk, His tie askew, his mind a tempest. The walls, his confidantes, absorb his tales, Of moon landings, secret codes, and ancient sails.
      A treaty lies unsigned, ink fading away, The world awaits his decision, day by day. But he doodles on the margins, lost in thought, Sketching banana peels and battles fought.
      And so, the bumbling statesman waltzes on, His legacy a blur, his focus long gone. He bumps into history, leaves smudges behind, A president lost in time, What a curious find.
      Note: This poem is a work of fiction and not a reflection of any real-world individual.
      Or maybe a poem like this one…

      The Bumbling Statesman and the Rogue

      In the hallowed halls of power, where marble echoes sigh, There shuffled an old statesman, with clouded, vacant eyes. His memory, a moth-eaten tapestry, frayed at every seam, And his thoughts, like autumn leaves, danced in a fading dream.

      He wore his years like a tattered coat, threadbare and worn, A relic of bygone eras, when hope was freshly born. But now, he stumbled through corridors, a compass gone awry, Bumping into history’s walls, as if they were mere butterflies.

      His speeches wove a tangled web, a cryptic crossword maze, Words lost mid-sentence, like keys dropped in a foggy haze eyes blank of memory just a glossed over staring vacantly in the distance. “Liberty and Equal Justice,” he’d murmur, then pause, lost in the mist of his sentence, As if the very concept had slipped through his aging fist.

      And there, by his side, a child—a tempest in a teacup, With eyes that sparkled mischief, and a heart that wouldn’t give up. She’d pushed the limits of law while daddy oversaw, danced on the edge of reason and spit on decency and propriety, Her laughter a siren call, luring him into each season while she would bat her eyes getting his submission.

      Together, they stumbled—president and prodigy— One forgetting the past, the other rewriting the future of the countries destiny. He’d sign executive orders, unaware of their intent, While she scribbled her manifesto in crayon, bold and bent.

      “Let’s abolish bedtime!” she’d declare, waving her tiny fist, And he’d nod, thinking it was some crucial trade deal he’d missed. She’d sneak into the Oval Office, rearrange the flags, And he’d marvel at the new world order, his memory in rags.

      They’d wander the Rose Garden, hand in hand, a curious pair, He, chasing butterflies of yesteryears, she, pulling at his silver hair. And when the sun dipped low, casting shadows on the lawn, They’d sit on the swing, sharing secrets—the forgotten and the dawn.

      The nation watched, bemused and mortified, as their antics made headlines, The president’s gaffes and the child’s audacious designs. But perhaps, in their bumbling dance, there lay some sort of a hidden grace, A reminder that even in chaos, love could find its place.

      For the old statesman, senile and stumbling, found solace anew, And the rogue child, with her law-defying heart, whispered, “Me too.” Together, they wove a legacy—a tapestry of laughter and strife, A testament to the fragile dance between memory and life.

      And so, in the annals of history, their names were etched in rhyme, The bumbling statesman and the rogue, transcending space and time. For sometimes, it takes a child’s evil mischief to mend a weary soul, And a president’s forgetfulness to remind us what makes us whole.

      Note: This poem is a work of fiction and does not depict any real individuals. It’s meant purely for entertainment.

      Ai gotta love it.. both stories that Ai wrote are kind of cute

    • here is another story created by Ai.. LOL..
      kind of cute.. kind of right on with the news.. I love asking it to write a news story or a story revolving about stories in the news.. LOL…

      Once upon a time, in the heart of the political Beltway, there existed a bubble unlike any other. It shimmered with an opalescent hue, a deceptive facade that masked its true nature. This was no ordinary bubble; it was a cocoon of power, privilege, and calculated ambition.

      Within its confines, politicians thrived. They floated along the corridors of influence, their tailored suits brushing against walls adorned with framed legislation. Their voices echoed with rehearsed eloquence, and their smiles concealed secrets that could topple empires. The bubble cocooned them, shielding them from the harsh realities beyond.

      Senator Maxwell Grant, a seasoned statesman, had once been an idealist. But the bubble changed him. It whispered promises of legacy, whispered that the ends justified the means. Maxwell became adept at navigating its delicate walls, his conscience dulled by compromise. He cared less about the people he represented and more about the game of power.

      Congresswoman Evelyn Pierce, once a firebrand advocate for justice, found herself ensnared. The bubble’s allure was intoxicating—the lavish fundraisers, the private jets, the whispered favors. She traded her principles for access, her passion for pragmatism. The people she once championed became mere pawns in a grand chess match.

      And then there was Senator Daniel Caldwell, the rising star. His speeches resonated with eloquence, but his actions betrayed a different truth. He voted along party lines, ignoring the pleas of struggling families. The bubble cocooned him, blinding him to the hunger, the poverty, the desperation outside.

      But not everyone succumbed. A handful of politicians dared to question the bubble’s boundaries. They wondered what lay beyond the well-guarded gates, beyond the echo chambers of partisan rhetoric.

      Senator Amelia Hawthorne, known for her fiery speeches on the Senate floor, was the first to venture out. She slipped through the bubble’s shimmering membrane, leaving behind the hallowed halls of power. Her footsteps led her to a small town in the heartland, where farmers toiled under the sun, their calloused hands tilling the soil.

      Amelia listened to their stories—their struggles, dreams, and fears. She tasted the bitterness of their coffee and felt the warmth of their hospitality. For the first time, she understood that policy decisions weren’t just lines on paper; they were woven into the fabric of real lives.

      Meanwhile, Congressman Samuel Caldwell, a master of compromise, followed a different path. He stepped outside the bubble and found himself in a bustling city. There, he met activists, artists, and entrepreneurs who challenged his assumptions. They spoke of innovation, resilience, and the urgency of change.

      Samuel realized that the bubble had insulated him from the pulse of the people. His heart swelled with empathy as he stood in a graffiti-covered alley, listening to a young poet recite verses of hope and rebellion.

      As more politicians crossed the bubble’s threshold, they discovered a world beyond partisan lines. They saw the faces of forgotten communities, heard the cries of the marginalized, and felt the weight of responsibility. Some returned to the Beltway, determined to pierce the bubble from within—to legislate with compassion, not calculation.

      But others went rogue. They shed their scripted speeches, abandoned party loyalty, and embraced a new creed: serve the people, not the system. These renegades crisscrossed the country, holding town halls in church basements and coffee shops. They spoke truth to power, unafraid of the consequences.

      The bubble trembled. Its walls grew thinner, revealing glimpses of humanity. Lobbyists fretted, pundits scoffed, and entrenched interests plotted. Yet the rogue politicians persisted, fueled by a vision of a Beltway where integrity trumped expediency.

      And so, the bubble burst—not with a bang, but with a collective exhale. The politicians gone rogue stood on the rubble, their eyes fixed on the horizon. They knew that true greatness lay not in rankings or legacies but in the lives they touched, the bridges they built, and the promises they kept.

      And thus, the Beltway transformed. The bubble became a memory, a cautionary tale whispered in the corridors. The rogue politicians? They became legends, their names etched in the annals of courage.

      For in the end, it wasn’t about power or prestige. It was about piercing the bubble and finding the beating heart of democracy—the people, flawed and resilient, waiting for leaders who dared to listen, learn, and lead.

      And so, dear reader, remember this: Sometimes, the greatest revolutions begin not in grand speeches but in the quiet moments when politicians choose to go rogue.

  3. Apple has outlived its usefulness to the US/China intelligence community’s with its back door access to both as it won’t/can’t be used if you are at War and China reveals the shenanigans that have been going on …..

    • Testla has too.

      China has milked all the technology it can out of Testla, now that the technology is going to OTHER WAY, China to Tesla (the futue batteries for Tesla are coming from a Chinese company’s technology which are being installed in Tesla’s new battery plant in Nevada under the Chinese company’s supervision) China has no more use for Tesla

  4. Time to mention this again. back in the 70’s, Ruff days, someone was forecasting a possible wave high of 40k’s to 50k’s before it all goes boom. We are there now – rather amazing, didn’t see how it could happen at the time but kept it in mind. One of my dreams involves driving up a mountain side and at the top the road ends at a plateau. I walk over to the edge and look down a shear cliff to the bottom a looong ways below, almost need binoculars to see it. I’ve felt for a long time the dream is a connection to that forecast and a warning. Interesting that the dream has not faded with waking or time.

  5. wow..so did I hear right they are taking the steps of taking all trumps new York businesses now.

    • DA in NYC is dirty as they come…a Smack is incoming, just like Faaaknee got smacked..durty is as Dirty does.

      Why do we have 2 ?- I got one dirty Hoe in my shed, hardly ever use it, cant imagine a Need for a second dirty hoe, color me puzzled.

    • The AG hopes to – but if you listened carefully yesterday, you could have heard her screaming.
      Trumped just sealed a mega-merger that will net him over three billion in cash.
      That’ll pay the bills for a month, or so –

    • A broke politician can’t campaign.

      Doesn’t matter that it’ll all get thrown out, and all money and property returned, because that won’t happen until after the Election.

      • “Can’t get back property that has already been sold.”

        You can if it was fraudulently obtained.

        If I steal your house, borrow its equity, and sell it, when the fraud is caught, you will get your house back (and you won’t be liable for the equity I borrowed against it, either..

        Every time I hear a “Home Title Lock” radio or TV commercial, I cringe.

        If someone “steals your home’s title,” the responsible entity is the one which permitted the sale, not the one which was victimized (you.) What HTL does is take the cost of insuring your title off the back of your County Recorder and con you into paying its premium. HTL’s only advantage is it will pay the legal fees required to sort out the convolutions of the con which was pulled on your County, which could run to several tens of thousands of dollars.

        ‘Same story for Mr. Trump. If the crooked politicians take, say, Trump Tower, the only way he won’t get it back is if they sell it off, and the purchaser has it demolished before his appeals are heard. In that case, the purchaser will have to reimburse Trump, but Trump will have to prove the value of whatever they destroyed (which is an interesting circular argument.)

        That really doesn’t matter though. What this action by Letitia James has done is destroy New York State for investors, probably for at least the next century. If you think California’s debt is bad, just wait until New York’s 2025 audit is published. It would not surprise me to see the State a trillion dollars upside down.

        If Letitia actually seizes Trump’s property, neither he, nor anyone else of consequence, will buy or build in New York State for generations. James will have proven to deep-pocketed investors that the State in New York is no better, freer, or more-reliable, than the State in Venezuela.

        If it is taken, when Trump gets his stuff back, he may well demo it or turn it into apartment houses, then build a new Tower and holdings in Miami or DFW, or Nashville, or maybe NW Indiana, right outside Chicago…

  6. “Now, when we take the old (aged, nearing end of life) solar panels”

    hmm .y solar panels are considerably older than yours.. are they losing power. I had mine all checked last may or June and only 1 had dropped any power and it was really indistinguishable

  7. (“There’s a theory that “a place for everything, and everything in its place” is how to organize life. Frankly, I’m skeptical,”)

    ME TO… someone’s been talking to my wife again… the last time someone organized my shop I couldn’t find a dam thing..

    • Imagine living in the same place for 26 years and knowing where every single thing is, in every stack, can find any info in the correct page in any book, in every nook in every cranny, in every box of stored material, and then moving in six weeks, and getting help from friends.

      Can’t find a dam thing.

      • Hell, I moved to the Volcano Ranch here seven years ago and despite determined efforts to ‘get organized’ there is still stuff I cannot find!

    • My understanbding is they discontinued – no real way to monetize and it was a huge time commitment.
      (Same reason I only post rarely on the Ultra-Make.com site. Google is approving few new sites for Adsense and so without money, one needs to ask why do it?

  9. China Greenhouse: That’s what my Harbor Freight 6×8′ geeenhouse turned into naturally, one side facing South with insulation on N side.

  10. “fool repellant”

    By now everyone has read about the migrants charging/rioting/adjective of choice the Texas National Guard. Greg Abbott is Commander-in-Chief of the Texas National Guard. For whatever reason he’s got the guard standing down. What does that telegraph?

    I’ll go out on a limb and say Texas will never secede. And Abbott just might be a double-agent. Not to forget for whatever reason the .gov staff below Abbott supports his decisions, and the voters voting for him too. Maybe the workers are vesting or don’t want to see unarmed folks get shot and killed, the voters may still believe in the old system and hope.

    Rush-bo called it, ‘Symbolism over Substance’.

    I’ve been reading about the U.S./Mexico border and for whatever reason there are old-stock American ranchers setting up drinking fountains and watering stations for the walking migrants. One rancher said he doesn’t want to find dead migrants on his land. These Americans work against American interests at large and if the goal is to keep people out they are aiding and abetting.

    Last Summer someone in Jim Hogg County removed some of the water barrels. The local sheriff launched an investigation into who removed the barrels and didn’t say the migrants should stop walking in so he too works against American interests.

    It would be like Anne Frank shouting from the window to Nazi’s offering hot cocoa on cold days.

    Barrels of drinking water for migrants walking through Texas have disappeared

    https://apnews.com/article/texas-heat-migrants-missing-water-02d75b9ef982f2d60c6a9b246969f44b

    Over on the AZ border

    ‘People don’t need to die’: Border rancher deals with constant flow of migrants, drug packers

    “Despite a strained relationship with the people passing through his ranch, Chilton has scattered 22 wells with water fountains across his 50,000 acres.

    “It is really awful to find dead people on your ranch,” he said.”

    https://www.kgun9.com/border-watch/people-dont-need-to-die-border-rancher-deals-with-constant-flow-of-migrants-drug-packers

    • Yes, Abbott is a double agent, plain to see.

      A little too little a little too late.

      He is just a go between making sure all those illegals get to a new place in the country funneled by our tax dollars.

      It saves the Federal Government all the logistic planning to have Greg Abbott working on their team.

      It’s all fuss and dust up and no enforcement, it’s a show dog and pony show at the us border.

      There are ranchers that oppose this, but look what they have to do. IS the US government helping them?

      NO.

    • Do you smell that? It’s coming out of Europe.
      The financial rumor is that the Swiss jump the shark in an effort to help save Germany.
      – May, or may not work., as Germany, along with France and the U.K. are on the skids.

  12. There’s 3,000+ greenhouse acres near around me. Lot of greenhouse feeder/supply businesses. Current cost is around $1.5 million per acre to build. These operations bring in around 10,000 Foreign Agriculture Temporary Workers mostly from Mexico and Jamaica.
    Farm land for greenhouse operations currently sells for around $45,000. They estimate will build another 400 to 500 acres this year. Canadian money.

    • Wait a minute: $45,000 an acre? Wowzwer! That makes our low-end joint in the woods worth, um… $1,2 mill without the house, outbuildings, solar gear, and existing???? And without the standing timber on it?

      (Im smart and all, but hand me the vice grips and pack for Vegas?!)

      • Farmer bros went to schools with sold their family farm 200 acres for $40,000 per acre for strawberry greenhouse operation just a few years ago.
        Lot of venture capital mostly from NY have purchased many of the larger operations. All the appropriate logistics are here.

      • Canadian money, so Casa del Ure is only worth about $6.

        Seriously, Vic lives (I believe) in SW Ontario, right across the lake from similar, ginormous organic greenhouses in Ohio. (Ya ain’t seen nuttin’ until you’ve seen a 400/500/600 acre greenhouse. I wouldn’t be surprised if cost of same was $40,000/ac…) I’d guess there’s something in the earth of that region that is really conducive to growing good stuff, well…

        • My understanding is that when the greenhouse operators here were constrained by infrastructure, water, electric, natural gas, they began building in Ohio. So basically the operations in Ohio are subsidiaries of the larger operators from here.
          They have developed the cogeneration systems, (CHP), combined heat and power generation and also provide extra CO2 in the greenhouses for optimal plant production.
          Our infrastructure is expanded enough that they can continue the expansion of greenhouse acres.

      • depending on how close you are to a city here..there is a quarter acre for three hundred grand.. no buildings no infrastructure..
        My friend was looking at getting a lot in the country several years ago.. back then two acres was almost a hundred grand.. it was two miles from a small town.. the estimated tax value on my lot.. its fifty feet wide and a hundred twenty feet long is fifty grand..
        when I got it.. it had a thousand dollar value..
        homes in zimbabwe are cheap if bought in USD dollars

      • Well, po’ me. I ain’t rich fo’ sure! I have 1/3 acre lot is 75′ wide and 200′ deep, on a lava rock flow with an inch or two of organic matter that barely supports a lawn in some places. My tax assessment just arrived. ‘Market Value’ of land is $19,700 vs ‘Assessed Value’ of $7,400. ‘Market Value’ of building is $147,700 vs ‘assessed value’ of $106,000. But I don’t need no greenhouses. With 150 inches of rain annually and temps never below 50F. I can grow most anything. ‘Senior Homestead’ tax exemption I pay $200/year. I paid $97,000 cash for the place when lava was literally flowing in the street of the nearby village. Cash price for homes in the subdivison are now in the $250k to $350k range, but no one will insure homes for a mortgage here on an active volcano. Not many have that much cash to risk, but it is becoming a retirement community now. Not that I would ever sell my ‘retirement ark’ now. Not many want to live five miles from the most recent eruptive volcanic vent.
        To quote Andy, it’s not ‘poor me’, it’s ‘Rich me’

  13. Poker & Math
    – “Third Thursday” poker game was interesting., and a real disappointment to me.
    The invited guest player – who makes his living on the pro circuit, was baka [ Japanese for stupid / foolish ]
    I have no idea how this guy stays flush playing poker. He was one big mistake after another.
    In the last hour of play it was just him and me – head to head. The last hand was classic. He was trying make me believe that he had three Jacks. The math said he couldn’t have. His last card was a four – no help to his Jacks. He bet $300 and smiled.
    I met his $300 and raised $300. He called and immediately flipped his cards over – even though I was supposed to go first as he called me. He was excited.
    He had two Jacks and two fours. Two pair., with the last four. He was proud.
    I slowly turned over my two cards, one at a time, to match the Queen that was showing. Three Queens. [ I beat the odds.]
    The expression on his face was perfect. Total disappointment. I smiled. I didn’t like him.
    He said very little before he left.., and I asked ‘Lady Fingers’ if she was serious when she said he was better than me?
    “I was told that he was very good.., made a lot of money playing.”
    “You were told wrong I guess. If he is a “very good” player on the circuit., then I wish I was single and could make the invites.”
    “He wasn’t very good at all..,” she said. “I could read him like a book after just thirty minutes.” She shook her head, then smiled at me., “Let’s have a night-cap.”
    . Lady Fingers, Jose [ our Mexican chef from Acapulco who caters our games] and I sat around for about an hour talking before I headed home.
    The misses was at the kitchen table waiting. “Just started to get worried.,” she said., and I dropped the wad of bills onto the table in front of her. “I take it the new guy wasn’t very good after all.” and she smiled., as she started counting……
    “I should have called, sorry. New Guy ? Pathetic comes to mind rather fast.”
    “There’s over four thousand here.” and smiled at me.
    “There would have been a little more., I tipped Lady Fingers and slipped Jose an extra hundred. He invited us to a barbecue on Sunday.”
    .
    If ‘Lady Finger’s’ goal was to teach me a lesson, she did succeed.., it’s that the pro circuit ‘must’ be loaded with idiots [ baka ! ]

  14. Think the New York AG will squash Trump?
    – Trump just completed a mega-merger that will net him over three billion is cash.
    – That should cover his expenses for a month, or so., don’t ya think..??

  17. In case you missed the news:
    Isis has just taken responsibility for the shooting rampage at the Moscow concert hall that has left at least 62 killed, 100 wounded and the building ablaze.
    – Is it possible that Isis just opened a new war front? I can see the Russian spetsnaz going international and killing any and every terrorist they can find.
    This has the potential to become very fugly – very fast.

  18. re: “Futurescope”
    feat: “Write when you get rich.”

    Folks,
    It was a sedate day in the royal news. Royal correspondents debated whether the warring princes William and Harry can be reunited by the youthful 7th Duke of Westminster at his wedding this summer. The Duke is perhaps the wealthiest landowner after the King in the UK with a fortune of £9+ billion and is godfather to Prince George. The crown jewel in the Duke’s holdings is the few hundred acres of freehold under Mayfair and Belgravia around Buckingham Palace. It’s probably rude in high society circles to ask how much the family paid. However, the paywall at British History Online is intentionally down following a software update so I took their free cake tour into yesteryear to supplement the crumbs left out on Wikipedia.

    In 1623 King James I sold 500 acres of swampy marshland inherited after King Henry VIII’s dissolution of the monasteries to “two gentlemen from London”. The price was 30 years land rent assessed as £1151 and 15s. The following day they sold it for the same price to a loyal civil servant of the King, the Lord High Treasurer of England. The latter found himself in dire straits with King Charles I in 1626 and sold the swamp to a London Temple moneylending commoner, Hugh Audley, known now as The Great Audley. The sale price was £9400. A couple of generations on and £2000 in probate fees saw the swamp become the dowry in 1677 to a great-niece of The Great Audley, the minor-aged commoner Miss Mary Davies. She married the 3rd Baronet of Grosvenor and they became one of the 32 pairs of great-great-great grandparents of the eventual 1st Duke of Westminster whose title was created by Queen Victoria in 1874 and is now held by its 7th occupant.

    As chance would have it, Mary Davies and groom were wed at London’s St. Clements Dane church upon whose property The Great Audley had expired in 1662. The son of Canute the Great, King of Denmark, England and Norway was buried there in 1040. However great-uncle Audley above was buried in Temple Church founded in 1185 by the Knights Templar and served also as the Royal Treasury to King John I (of Robin Hood infamy). The Great Audley’s passing is also noted in the Samuel Pepys diaries.

    “The way to be rich according to the practice of the great Audley” quickly entered into the volumes of english literature. Fortunately its sage advice can be found online with The University of Michigan Library. Bishop Saunderson offers concluding words in the tome to those minds reading who might otherwise suffer corruptive influences of usury. The publisher appends Psalm 49:13 on the title page as forewarning.

    https://quod.lib.umich.edu/e/eebo/A26201.0001.001/

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