I noticed the ovoid-like ridges forming on either side of the skull of Mr. Blankfein, the CEO of Goldman Sach. I have not seen him flicked out his tongue, though. Mr. Levin (Chairman) is now speaking.
If I had the strength to review the ENTIRE video, I’d like pull out KEY words and share those insights with everyone. There is a lot to learn about financial instruments and such. I don’t know how TPTB can create something so MONSTROUS
Again, I’ve been noticing more double-digit numbers one of my important phone calls ended on 12:11pm.
I suppose this is another sleeper code for a CIA agent or for the New Agers, a wake-up code for spirituality.
I really don’t know why I make such a big deal for each synchronous event on symbolic numerology!
The financial managers owe the investors `fiduciary duties`. I’ve read in the `Common Sense` book that the wealthy are NOT just wealthy because they know the wealth is NOT theirs to hoard. They know essentially how to `spread the wealth`.
The test is their moral character to uphold their service to others. I’m still watching Mr. Blankfein, the CEO of Goldman Sach, playing around with the Senate Subcommittee on Investigations.
The market understands the risks. It’s wrong when the `disclaimer` for loss of investment is not `printed` somewhere, regardless of how `speculative` the deal may or may not have been disclosed.
Disclosure is important for both sides of the playing field. Then again the `Common Sense` book mentioned something about these `servers` for special projects not telling when the deal will or will not happen.
Again, how could these people sleep, knowing how they destroyed the lives of their students? My god! Your dark agendas will be notated, big time!
`It’s going to happen.`
~A speculator
For whatever reason, I still believe in faith and the `fellow brothers`. One `fellow brother` said otherwise and I tried that path, too. It’s a little bit frustrating. If there is enough people to get back the money, I’m sure the FBI would investigate the loss amount(s) for those who were victimized.
I’m listening to Mr. Blankfein, the CEO of Goldman Sach speaking to the Senate Subcommittee on Investigations. I hear LOTS of key words from Mr. Blankfein that rings true to me. I guess it really boils down to: don’t ask, don’t tell.
To Obama and pals: Eh, I give up! You guys are too smart for the rest of us. You designed the system. You can reap its benefits for all we care. You can destroy it, too, if you want. Now I know why I don’t know `Jack`. Wink.
WATCH LIVE: Goldman Sachs executives testify before Senate panel ABC News
WATCH LIVE: Goldman Sachs executives testify before Senate panel ABC News
Long ago, I recall what a speculator (with buck-teeth) kept repeating to me: “It’s going to happen.”
For whatever reason, I still believe in faith and the `fellow brothers`. One `fellow brother` said otherwise and I tried that path, too. It’s a little bit frustrating. If there is enough people to get back the money, I’m sure the FBI would investigate the loss amount(s) for those who were victimized.
I’m listening to Mr. Blankfein, the CEO of Goldman Sach speaking to the Senate Subcommittee on Investigations. I hear LOTS of key words from Mr. Blankfein that rings true to me. I guess it really boils down to: don’t ask, don’t tell.
To Obama and pals: Eh, I give up! You guys are too smart for the rest of us. You designed the system. You can reap its benefits for all we care. You can destroy it, too, if you want. Now I know why I don’t know `Jack`. Wink.
I just learned a new word (called `fugly` for fat and ugly) after posting my `20100427-Bad Girl` blog. The WordPress video came up and showed a seventeen second snippet of people clapping to the end of a YouTube.com video: Paul Potts Britain’s Got Talent
Paul Robert Potts (born 13 October 1970) is an English pop opera tenor who won the first series of ITV‘s Britain’s Got Talent in 2007, singing an operatic aria, “Nessun dorma” from Puccini‘s Turandot. Potts was a manager at The Carphone Warehouse who also performed in amateur opera from 1999 to 2003.
The song he sang was:
Nessun dorma (English: None shall sleep)[1] is an aria from the final act of Giacomo Puccini‘s opera Turandot,[2] and is one of the best-known tenor arias in all opera. It is sung by Calaf, il principe ignoto (the unknown prince), who falls in love at first sight with the beautiful but cold Princess Turandot. However, any man who wishes to wed Turandot must first answer her three riddles; if he fails, he will be beheaded.
Right there was a message for moi: `God` is not sleeping.
I’m a bad girl for having jealously, anger, frustration, bad mouth, bad thoughts, etc.
I’ve called them demon-seeds, reptoids, morons, fools, idiots, assholes, etc.
I realize they are special. They are helpful. They are teachers. They don’t tell us when, however.
All of it was based on fear! (I had to look this up in the `Common Sense` book. My mind is fading from old age).
I still don’t know the full details. All I know is that I’m given reading materials and it’s up to me to make decisions.
Actually, I’m hopeless. I need guidance. I need common sense. I need my mommy! I need my daddy! Waaahhh!
Is there a list for suckers? How about idiots?
Sometime last week, I had a bowel movement but decided to read DB’s `Common Sense` book. Lo and behold, my right thumb rifted through the pages. It landed on page 113, which is Chapter 13 on `Money` (Money is Energy).
Guess what folks? That is my karma – money! It came long and hard through regular employment and it went out fast and furious through people with special `gifts` like the author. I suspect, and once again I’m speculating here, that they are one and the same fold of `fellow brothers` or extraterrestrials maybe. I don’t know.
I thought to myself on that find day: `Holy crap!` The wealth have not yet manifested, not a single penny. Here’s a hint: I await the day, on Independence Day, when my eyes will see the glory of the coming of the Lord.
Again, what rings true to me are every word the author wrote on every page with every letters of crossed t’s and dotted i’s. It’s eerie. It’s creepy. It’s far out – way out of this world. Groovy, if you will. Neat, really.
So now the sunshine comes out at 02:23pm. I see the fluffy, puffy clouds of white, too. Some patches of blue skies are ready to clear.
My blog, Flynn’s Blog, is meant to share what has been shaking for me for the last ten slong years. And dear, please take a rain check for the birthday boys. I’ve not forgotten.
Que sera, sera! Whatever!
Well, they were right. No justice will be served by TPTB because the threshold simply would not be met. Wow! All I could do is make phone calls to find work and START OVER. Obama and pals know what I mean.
Anyway, if I’m not supposed to work, then my primary responsibility is my family. Two bio-units are well into their seventies and they are lucky to have lived long. The other ones are lucky to work and keep their jobs. And they are lucky for having common sense.
I was targeted since birth. The past ten slongs years was a disgrace on my part. I had dreams to visit religious sites and `gift` those places. Now, I’ll just take care of eight parakeets, too. I cannot go far without health care insurance, by the way.
Only `God` knows the only fight is for one’s soul. Everything else is physical manifestation of consciousness or illusion. I guess I’ll pay my karma between now and a few more months. Again, it depends on how everything shakes out.
I’m learning that tools are TOO many. It’s how the monkey brain picks out how the useful information from the bad.
The rains are falling slowly as the City of San Jose is pruning street trees in preparation for the regularly scheduled resurfacing of pavements. Only the limbs facing the trees, along the streets of course, are trimmed. The ones over the sidewalk are left untouched.
People can inform the city not to cut the trees if there are nesting birds. People are empowered to protect their young, too.
The skies were clear and blue until late this evening when the overcast of white with some gray clouds covered the sunshine! The air was warm enough for the parakeets to have fresh air after a cold season of being indoors.
The cold was definitely felt for an hour between 6:00opm to 7:00pnm at the boy’s house. It was during this `Ceremony for Renaming Your Boat` that I noticed that the number to the sail had double three’s and double nine’s. The numbers to the boat itself had double three’s, too.