I had an interesting evening last night at a New Year ’s Eve party at the Chateau Elan.  Sitting beside me was a lone French Canadian who was part of a French racing team.  He had spent a lot of time in Paris and was describing the Islamification of France.  He said he lived in a suburb where Muslims burned out every automobile on his street.  He said civil war was coming.  He was not a worm.  He was a man standing in a crowded elevator, holding his breath, waiting for the door to open.

I think the bankers would be offended if they were bailed out for Christmas they would prefer their bailout for Hanukkah.

They could always take the cash and assets of people like Soros who use it to formulate chaos and civil disruption - that would do far more good and be far more efficient than nickel and diming the general public for existing.

'I see' said Mac ui Rudai humbly; but it had 

been better if he had given the man a bit of sauce; 

for Lord Juggernaut, though not altogether a very 

admirable person, had guts, and he liked to see 

guts in others. The meek demeanour of Mac ui 

Rudai irritated him, and he said: 

'Do you think that my ambitions are to be 

measured by yours, you clod? Do you think I must 

accommodate my desires to your approval, you 

earthworm? I want power' he said with a kick. 

'I want glory' he said with another kick. 'I want 

cigars-and champagne-and night-clubs-and 

horses-and theatres-and yachts-and con-

cubines-' With each of these words he bestowed 

a kick on Mac ui Rudai's stern, which Mac ui 

Rudai accepted very humbly, saying: 'Thank you, 

sir, I understand.' Then Lord Juggernaut flung 

him a handful of money and went his way.

gave it to the man with the cap, with no better 

result. 

After that the natural good temper of Mac ui 

Rudai began to give way, and he lent an ear to 

certain orators, vile agitators that stir up discontent 

and class warfare. And one day, as he was standing 

in. the street, very hungry, and with the wind 

whistling through the holes in his breeches, he saw 

a rich man coming out of a tobacconist's shop 

smoking a cigar as big as a torpedo. At this sight, 

reckoning that for the price of this bundle of burning 

weed he could have got him three square meals, 

the wrath of Mac ui Rudai boiled in his bosom, 

and, approaching the rich man, he said: 'You 

dirty dog 1 Why should you have everything you 

want, ana I have nothing at all?' 

Now the rich man's name was Lord Juggernaut, 

and he was a big man in the political world, a good 

fellow in his way, capable of bright ideas from time 

to time, and with a ready wit, all the readier from 

being well nourished with wine and baccy. So he 

said to Mac ui Rudai good-humouredly: 'What 

the hell? Do you think nobody ought to have a good 

time because you can't? Will you buy these cigars 

if I return them to the shop? And do you think 

the girl I'm going to sleep with will take you if 

I let her down?' 

At this Mac ui Rudai forgot the voice of the 

agitators and said: 'No, sir. I suppose not.' 

'You see, my man' Lord Juggernaut explained, 

'there must be glittering prizes as an incentive 

to men like me to do our best. If it wasn't for that 

encouragement we'd do nothing. See?'

naturally thought it disgraceful that horses should 

be employed while men stood idle. You will agree, 

I think, that this was an eminently sane and practical 

way of dealing with this very difficult problem; but 

unfortunately, like all human contrivances, it had 

its drawbacks, large numbers of men engaged in 

the horse-fodder industry having been thrown out 

of employment in consequence. The problem of 

finding fresh employment for these men, was, 

however, engaging the attention of the best brains 

in the country. 

The driver of the team, cracking his whip, called 

out to Mac ui Rudai that, if he were unemployed, 

they might be able to find him a place in the stables; 

but Mac ui Rudai shook his head; being, like so 

many of the lower orders nowadays, hopelessly 

unadaptable to changing conditions. He went on 

till he came to the city, and continued his search 

for work; but there was no more of that commodity 

to spare than in the country, and more people seeking 

it. One day a gentleman in a silk hat came to him and 

said: 'Poor fellow, I see you have no work to do. 

Give me your vote, and I promise that it shall be 

provided for you:' for, though he possessed nothing 

else in the world, Mac ui Rudai had a vote; which 

proves that we have always something to be thankful 

for. Next day another man in a cap came to 

him, and also promised him work for the same 

consideration. Mac ui Rudai, however, thought 

that the man in the silk hat would be more likely 

to give him work than the other; so he voted for 

him. But nothing came of that; so next year, when 

the two men again came to him for his vote, he

Fuck the EU and (surtout) fuck the moronic Europeans.

Even after it became undeniably clear that the European Union was just a legal way to strip European citizens of their legal rights which their ancestors fought for a thousand years to pry away from the greedy and cruel paws of countless kings and nobility at the cost of their lives, all the European sheeple today care about is, at which venue they will offer their collective asses and honor as Christmas presents to Muslim terrorists who don't celebrate it.

The EU is just a legal (but fraudulent and unjust) device used by the bankers and the Corporations to take away your freedom and civil rights.

Merkel, just like Hollande, is a whore of the bankers.

And you, European, you truly are a useless and repugnant thing to behold.

I briefly passed through a French airport the other day, couldn't stand it more than the two hours I had to spend there. There was this black person talking at the top of his lungs with his cellphone speaker on full blast in a totally quiet waiting area and nobody said a thing.

Europeans truly are wormlike pieces of shit. I bet Hitler would have exterminated you Europeans instead of the Jews if he were alive today.

Europeans=(rotten) meat for Muslim terrorists and satanist bankers

the annual meetings of the banks, the directors 

always spoke with their backs towards the share-

holders, talking, as it were, through the seat of their 

trousers. 

When the banker had passed by, Mr Mush said: 

'Be warned, young man, in time, and if you are so 

rash as to hold opinions of your own on this subject, 

have the good sense and decency to keep them to 

yourself. For what should we of the laity know of 

the laws of economics? And how can we expect 

to think for ourselves on such a matter without 

falling into error? No. There can be no economic 

truth outside the stout stone walls and sturdy struc-

ture of the banks; and it is our bounden duty to 

humble ourselves and submit our judgment to the 

infallible voice of the World Bank.' 

'I suppose I'd better be going on my way' said 

Mac ui Rudai, rising. 

'Good-bye, my man' said Mr Pewling Mush. 

'And before you go, let me warn you against 

currency cranks and unorthodox economists. The 

Bank has very wisely closed the press and the 

wireless against them, but here and there their 

corrupting quackery occasionally creeps into print. 

Be sure to shun such stuff like the plague. Good-

morning.' 

Continuing his journey, Mac ui Rudai presently 

encountered a dust-cart drawn by a team of six 

men in harness, who were thus provided with 

employment under a scheme recently started by 

the municipality in conjunction with a local charit-

able organisation, and originally suggested in a letter 

to the press by a humane gentleman who very

said Mr Mush. 'The dismal science, you know. The 

dismal science, ha! ha! I don't profess to under-

stand it myself. We must take it on faith from those 

that do.' 

'Who are they?' asked Mac ui Rudai. 

'The economists and bankers.' 

'And is it them that says that I've got to starve 

in the midst of plenty?' 

'O no, my good fellow. They would help yo~ if _ they could, but it is impossible. These things are . governed by inexorable and immutable laws.' 

'Who made them?' asked Mac ui Rudai. · 

'They have been handed down from time 

immemorial, and preserved in their integrity by the 

Financial Hierarchy' said Mr Mush, inclining his 

head reverently. 

'Cast-iron creeds!' said Mac ui Rudai bitterly. 

'Hush, my friend!' said Mr Mush. 'You must 

show a more submissive spirit. You should be happy 

to suffer in the cause of financial orthodoxy. 

'I've suffered enough' said Mac ui Rudai. 'And 

what I say is, if there's a law that says I've got to 

starve in a world full of bread that nobody wants, 

that law has got to be altered.' 

Mr Mush's face went pale. 'Beware!' cried he. 

'This is heresy you speak. You will be refusing to 

prostrate yourself before a banker next.' 

It happened opportunely that a banker passed 

along the road at that moment; whereupon Mr 

Mush at once fell on his knees, with his nose in the 

mud, dragging Mac ui Rudai down along with 

him: for in those days it was not lawful to look upon 

a banker's face, but only on his back parts. Even at

And a happy new year to you to :-)

This year to be the same as last year, if anything never better, but slightly worse than the last in the ever declining mechanism.

It's okay though, CB's will print just a little more than they did in 2016 to keep it afloat the only problem is the deplorables don't get a penny of it. So the only real welfare happening and the real tax burden is bankster welfare, where if it is handed to a poor person they don't hold onto it, trickle up economics for the elite.

The sun was shining brightly
Upon the fields below:
He did his very best to make
The corn and fruit to grow;
And that was wrong because it brings
The prices down, you know.

The corn was ripening in the fields,
The fruit upon the tree;
The shops were full, and laden ships
Were sailing on the sea:
All things had a fictitious look
Of fair prosperity;
And that was wrong because the world
Was ruined utterly.

The Banker and Economist
Were walking hand in hand.
They wept like anything to see
Such plenty in the land.
“If this were only stopped” they said,
“The prospect would be grand!”

“If seven pests or seven plagues
Were loosened every year,
“I think” said the Economist
“That things would then be dear.”
“I wonder” said the Banker
And wiped away a tear.

“Consumer come and talk with us”
They both did make request.
“The time has come to tell you what
For you we think is best.”
“O thank you” the consumer said
With lively interest.

“And first” said the Economist
“It’s needful to explain
The economic laws which prove
That trade must wax and wane,
And why abundance is a curse,
“And scarcity a gain.”

“But not to me“ the man replied,
Turning a little white
“Such dismal scientific stuff
Would stupefy me quite.
“I’ll take it all on trust because
“I know you must be right.”

Two winking eyes behind the back
Of that Consumer met,
As if to say: “This blessed boob
“Has asked for what he’ll get.”
“Old chap” said the Economist,
“Your trust you won’t regret.
 

“This gross abundance that you see
Before your hungry eyes
Has ruined all the primary
Producing industries:
And so, to set things right again,
We must economise.

“And first we’ll make a cut in costs
By cutting down your screw,
And next we’ll cut production down
Till prices rise anew.
Then, though you’ll have less goods to buy,
More work you’ll have to do.”

“Right oh!” the good consumer said
(A sturdy Briton he),
And, smiling bravely, yielded up
His share of L.S.D.
By such contraction wages show
Their elasticity.

“It seems a shame” the Banker said
“To play him such a prank.”
With sobs and tears he cancelled out
A credit at the bank:
And that was right, unless you are
A monetary crank.

“Consumer” said that pleasant pair,
We’ve had a useful day.
Shall we be trotting home again?”
But nothing did he say:
And that was right enough because
He’d faded quite away

Again GDP expansion is negative for peoples wellbeing under present circumstances.

The UK has positive GDP but if you observe real consumption at the human level it is falling.

Despite the continual influx of prople domestic energy condumption dropped a staggering 11% in the third quater. ( British energy trends publicstion)

The cars keep on orbiting the corpse at a faster and faster speed but that is all .

I suggest you read chapter 7 of Eimar o Duffys classic "Asses in Clover"

This will give you both understanding and a belly laugh at the same time which is rare these days.

We sit here in the US insulated from this shit by an ocean. What we don't account for is the fiber optic and old copper communication cables sunk in that ocean...or the satellites that span it overhead. A few taps on a keyboard there; a few here; and we are right in the middle of the rest of the world's misery. May we somehow have the benefit of good luck? I doubt we will. Luck is for suckers. This is a long term plan.

I just can't understand why there is still a European Union or a Euro.   How much corrupt greedy stupidity can the european slaves (residents) take?

It's a wind up (or head count?), the site appears unchanged. The theft continues.

Gold confiscations, only 22% of americans ever surrendered their gold in 1934... those that threw it in the lake made an instant 67%? profit... so dont hand it over!

2017 the year we said FUCK YOU to the elite zionist blood suckers