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March 29, 2008

This has been a relatively unproductive month writing wise. As part of my "less whining, more substance" outlook, I haven't had a lot to write about. Things are not going well in Tibet. That is no surprise. It was only a matter of time before the people living there had their fill of Chinese bullshit. When monks start protesting, you know things have come to a head. Unfortunately, things probably will not change. Look at Burma. The world news collected their subscription rates while the news was hot. Soon, news becomes stale, and people move on to other items. The world is more concerned with the cost of a barrel of oil than the slaughter of innocent people. Those in Tibet being persecuted are not big consumers of oil, and therefore, unimportant. I posted this some time ago, but seems appropriate to post it again. Prisoners of Tibet

I ran across an interesting article about Ray Kurzweil, the inventor and author of "The Singularity is Near." He is taking measures to increase his lifespan so he can witness and take part in the coming event. Futurist Ray Kurzweil Pulls Out All the Stops. I found this article at Wired Magazine online. I reformatted the HTMl to serve the function of showing the article and not all the Java, advertisement crap. A good read. I have two days off. I have plans on re-igniting my passion. A large order, but what else have I got to do, except wait for old age to suck me dry. I might as well try to accomplish something. I need a reason to wake up in the morning and get out of bed.

I have been researching Satanic and Luciferian philosophy, roots, movements, organizations, etc. I found some extraordinary links that cross social and intellectual paths. I don't want to give this away. There is a nice book here waiting to be written. If you are interested, here is a banner link to a group called Combat18/Blood and Honour. The founder of this organization was Ian Stuart. Stuart formed a White Supremacist Band called Skrewdriver. If you watch the news, or read the newspapers, there is currently a growing neo-Nazi movement in Eastern and Western Europe, plus Russia. Music has become a main vehicle of the White Power Movement.





March 25, 2008

I have procrastinated long enough avoiding the filling out of my tax returns. I have to get them done, and soon. I don't know if I owe Uncle Sam federal taxes this year. I did work as an independent contractor delivering newspapers a few months, but the rest of the time, I was working at the grocery store. I should be ok. But, I can't be certain till I work out the forms. I am up early to get my laundry done. I didn't do it yesterday, and I need clean clothes to wok in this week. This coming Monday I will start the last phase of my "punishment" for driving intoxicated. I have to attend a special class at MATC (Madison Area Technical College) for six weeks. After I complete this, I can get my regular driving license back July 21, 2008. Once that is complete, this fiasco is pretty much behind me. I will never allow myself to fall this far again. Speaking of which, I still need to get back in the saddle. It has proven more difficult than I had anticipated. What is needed is to finally accept that I am alone, and the world is filled with scum that has done nothing but stab me in the back. What I do, I do for me. Serving mankind has been a waste of my time. I have always had the idea in the back of my mind that what I was accomplishing in this life was to better the world. The world doesn't give a rat's ass about me. The only comfort I can get from this realization at this point is I know now. I can move forward. Here is a nice picture of the Presidential Candidates. This photo is self explanatory.




March 23, 2008

Today is Easter. This religious holiday/commercial enterprise means little to me. I only hope one of the local restaurants within walking distance are open so I can get a decent meal. The area experienced a winter storm a few days back. Old man winter dumped 6 inches of fresh snow. Prior to this injustice, the snow cover had receded, and it was looking like Spring was finally approaching. These last few storms are nothing out of the ordinary. The sun's rays are more direct this time of the year, so it should melt swiftly. The driving conditions were horrible! Looking outside my window, I couldn't tell if it was March or December. I haven't had much to say this month. I could have talked about nut jobs running loose, but chose not to. If that was my focus in life, I could talk about it everyday. I will mention this; someone I know from Club Inferno has lost their mind. Sad when you come to the conclusion that your "brain is broken." I think part of the problem is giving control to others. This person is seeing a therapist. Nothing wrong with that, but the problem as I see it is this. The therapist is telling this individual when they can work, and what kind of medication to take. Since when can a therapist decide you can't return to work until they say you can? If you agree to take Prozac, then something definitely is wrong with you. That shit is poison. Sounds like something that happens when you are institutionalized. If a therapist told me I couldn't return to work until they said so, I would tell them to kiss my ass. This individual never really gave me more than a passing notice, so I could care less. This person is collecting disability. Supporting the mentally infirm isn't my idea of how best to spend my tax money.


March 16, 2008

Did something I haven't done for some time; I slept all day. I must have needed it. I did stay up late last night, into the early morning watching a movie. It wasn't bad for a "skylight theater" B rated production. I worked 20 hours at the shit hole store the past two days. I work like a pack mule. I have no one to blame but myself. I never wanted anything bad enough to dedicate my life to, and now I am paying the price for that decision. I don't have the resource of youth to aid me in the task ahead. That task being creating a career and a life I want. I have my health, but even that is questionable at times. My lungs continue to deteriorate. Exercising them in particular has become a necessity. FX isn't going to be a reliable means of producing an income. I should be grateful I have a job, period. The economy is weak. Having a paycheck coming in is a blessing, even if it is coming from a source I loath. I have to keep my head down and truly focus on doing what I need to do in order to create a future life. I have to put these regrets aside, and move forward. I can't change what has been done. I can only change today.


March 15, 2008

Once again reality has raised it's ugly head, and as often the case, it isn't pretty. Trading currency on the FX market is a loosing proposition. As things stand, the USD is technically oversold. Henry Paulson came out a few days ago and stabbed the American public in the back by stating that the present administration favors the falling dollar. The markets saw this as a green light to further devalue. Within minutes of this outlandish and irresponsible comment, the Dow plunged, gold shot up, and the price of a barrel of crude oil went up $2, with gasoline rising .05 a gallon. I can not and I will not deal within this politically motivated trading environment. What ever the powers that be have up their sleeves, it isn't in the best interests of the people who live in this country. They are deliberately sabotaging the economy to bring on the New World Order, and in the process, acquire as much wealth as possible. That has been their game for a very long time. I really thought if I was smart enough, I could make a few honest dollars trading. I know what I am doing, but as I have stated, the game is rigged. I am truly disappointed. It is back to the drawing board.


March 10, 2008

I can't afford to open the $250 mini-account trading the FX Market, but I can't afford not to. I started trading, when possible, last Tuesday March 4th. As of today, I have increased my working capital from $250 to $362.11. That is a 44.69% increase. Considering what I have to work with - pennies - I am doing extremely well. I have to stay focused. I have to stay disciplined. If I get out of control and start making trades based on greed, and not based on good judgment, I will loose everything quickly. The risks are ridiculous working with the limited funds at my disposal. I have some money in the State Retirement Fund from my employment with Central Wisconsin Center. I have the option to take them out before I turn 55. I think I would have to pay an early withdrawal fee, but I think it would be worth the risk. If I had a larger bankroll to work with, I could take on more risk. Not stupid risk, but calculated risk that would enable me the means to make larger gains on trades I am making anyway. I have around $1700. I could use an extra $700 in my checking account. And with $1250 to work with in my FX account, I could build up the war chest quickly. I figure if I can accumulate $8000, I can quit working with the morons at the grocery store. I have to believe that this job is only a temporary inconvenience. I don't belong there. I will make it happen. I have not been writing, or pursuing my music. I have to muster the will to get all cylinders firing. Things are coming together.


March 3, 2008

Just got home from my bankruptcy/creditor hearing. As usual, my attorney showed up one minute beforehand. I didn't even get a courtesy phone call the week prior to this letting me know she was on top of it, or to inform me of anything I might need to know before arriving. I am not at all pleased with the level of communication I have received from this shyster, but she got the job done and that is all I really care about. This case was the easiest $1,200 she ever made! This matter isn't going to be final till May 2, 2008. Chase Bank has up to that time to file a petition against my liquidation, but unfortunately for them, there isn't any grounds. I just have to sit tight for two months, and this will all be over.

I didn't do any currency trading this past week. I did make four trades last night before I went to bed. I placed a limit order on all four at 10 pips. When I woke early this morning, all four had executed at the allotted profit. I know what I am doing. I just have to get a bankroll put together, work the shit out of it, and build up a financial war chest I can maneuver with.

Here is a sad story about a woman who decided to attire to her coach, permanently. She got so fat, she was unable to get off the thing. She shit herself, and didn't even wash. After six years, her skin grew right to the fabric, and she was essentially "fused" to it. How fucking sad is that? I think I am lazy! When rescue workers came in response to an emergency call that she was having trouble breathing, they were overpowered by the stench. This is a must read ...
480 Pound Woman Fused to Coach


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