So, we all know that Max Keiser is a BIG FAT BLABBER MOUTH who should shut up and die, while the Empire gets on with its grisly job of fucking you in the ass for profit in this ridiculous royal money game that's been gang-raping the so-called modern world for centuries, but I do like the discussion of the term REHYPOTHECATION that featured in his recent Keiser Report E 223.
This glowering-frown-turd of an excerpt (above) is entitled SHUT DOWN THE CITY OF LONDON, and that's giving suitable props to the youtuber who uploaded the segment. Okay, 'rehypothecation', it's a queer word, as are all convoluted legalese terms, but hopefully you all visited the featured ft url and are now more 'in the know' about what this shit all means ... but wait ... while we're here, we have the opportunity for 'a bit more learnin'.
With that viscerally curious financial term under our aspartame-soda-bloated belts, we have the real chance to re-define (for You, The People, because you clearly don't seem to get it yet) some other more-commonly-used convoluted legalese terms that might seem, to you, the brain-washed minions of slave labor Command Control Communication Computers (C4, yeah, explosive, eh?) to be the norm, but are, in fact, arbitrary or random pawn moves on the Financial Global Chess Board.
Ready?
OWNERSHIP:
We all know this phrase, 'an Englishman's home is his castle', right? We all 'aspire to ownership'. It's what we're encouraged to do. Alongside, go to school, get an education, meet a lover, get married, have kids, get a home. Ownership is an invented concept, whereby you can be coerced into WORKING LIKE A SLAVE for a Corporate Invasion Force, an Empire. It's like during the gladiatorial era of the Roman Empire, A HARD-WORKING GLADIATOR-SLAVE COULD EARN HIS FREEDOM; usually based on length of service (two years of combat, oh sounds military) or by simply buying himself out of the sinister corporate n.d.a. agreement he 'signed' with the Gladiator School who first captured him. He could be 'released' to pay taxes and repay a mortgage and purchase a horse and cart, and all the other trappings of his new-found independence. A more recent form of 'ownership' is The Patent or Intellectual Rights - and they're all arbitray-law-based get-out-clauses so that The Very Best Slaves can OWN a bit of a planet that isn't really yours to own in the first place.
MONEY:
Once upon a time, there was a shimmering seam of gold in the earth, then along came MYTH and LEGEND which ascribed to this heavy yellow metal unearthly powers and the insane 'gold rush' that lasts to this day was begun. "It's just a yellow metal, there's nothing special about it, Michael," ah, yes, this is true, and the Tally Stick (or Bone) has been around since the twentieth millenium B.C. and properly invigorated during the seventeenth/eighteenth century by what became the (Royal) Bank of England. In recent times, GOLD has once again become the 'supposedly stable standard' by which the tally stick concept is regulated. Using MONEY, you can buy stuff, mostly useless stuff, that advertisers say you need, especially at this time of year. You can waste 3/4s of your life in JOBS earning this 'filthy lucre' so that your family can be proud of their slave heritage, their NAME.
WAR:
"War ... (dramatic musical refrain) ... what is it good for?" so goes the song, and the answer is PROFIT. War is a great way to generate profit for your Private Enterprise, especially if you lobby government hard enough; if you pay that Particular Piper. What happens is this - you need (lots of) money to go to war. War is actually AN ENTIRE COUNTRY on the move, with its own budget and its own logistical priorities, that run smoother when 'human rights' are waived (if only the entire planet was military). That's the way it's always been. If you can pry the money out of the banker's fist, you can invade some neighbor and confiscate everything you find, People and Assets and Property. Then you can make the invaded country PAY for building a better Empire for them to live in, better cities and the like. You enslave the invaded people in these slave cities and you invent TOURISM to show the rest of the world that what you're doing is RIGHT and GOOD. But it's not ... and it's like with the Forth Road Bridge ... you never stop repairing/repainting the trappings of Empire Invasion. You're forever paying so that the road network and the sewage network and the public transport netowork and the business network is constantly updated, upgraded and 'upkept'.
CITY:
If you're gonna be a Good Corporate Slave, the best place to be incarcerated is under the scrutinous CCTV eye of an all-entrapping City Culture with its 'art' and its 'entertainment' and it's just like watching rats in a fucking laboratory tested with all the latest amoral innovations in 'science and commerce'. What those diseased freaks stagger mindlessly around the political maze that's designed to confuse and confound them from an early age. Watch how all your movements are logged for the database (Al Qaeda) and all your thoughts are tailored to one important aspect of your prison life, THE ACQUISITION OF GOODS. Though they should be termed 'bads'. In a city, you are monitored every single working day of your slave lives, you have appraisals and bonuses, all the police know who's sleeping rough, all the social workers know who's not 'bringing up good slaves', all the judges see all the same criminal faces all the time, day after day. The people who live in cities are living in a bad dream that's only going to get worse as 'other nations' build up their cities to similar affluence, why?
GROWTH:
Everyone always forgets, WE LIVE ON A LIMITED RESOURCE PLANET, and this sorta takes us back to the Gold Standard of 'how we used to limit money supply' and ensure that rates-of-stealing were fixed and more acceptable than a Weimar-like devaluationary run, or the Euro as it's known today. Imagine the first lecture of any student who attends the London School of Economics and Political Terrorism, "There is only so much shit in the world to screw people for, so get brutal out there and kill some fucking foreign kids," that's what they're taught. And they suck it up, because Education has told them that WINNING THE GREAT WAR AGAINST THE ENEMY, belittling your Commercial Competitors is worth the expense, worth the counter-espionage, worth the lies and deceit, worth the market gossip, worth the down-right covert activity, to ensure that you stay on top.
To ensure that you are TOP DOG, and yes, we've fallen off the definitions paragraphs, because this is a more important re-defnition point that You, The People, all seem to have forgotten.
YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN ATTACK DOGS.
You are all, all of you in the military, all of you in The City, all of you in high finance and war-making and policy-setting, you're all just gormless, useless, worthless attack dogs of the power elite who've been subscribing you, in your millions, to their little game of RISK for the last few millennia. You can just imagine the lucrative dinner parties, candle light spilling off inglorious mountains of waste produce, "Oh, George darling, we had a lovely day today, razing Eritrea to the ground," slavering spillage of brandy-nosed guffaws erupt around the table with a stink of bile on the palette, "Do you know, they'd rather buy our depleted uranium weapons than feed, clothe, water and shelter their own people. Isn't success bloody lovely. Come, let's fuck some more..."
HA, HA, HA, HA, HA they'll chuckle and guffaw over their stolen spoils of Corporate War while you, in your lice, bed-bug and rat-infested slum cities, under your intense brain-nubing onslaught of commercial programming, in your prison cells of intellectual knee-capping and soap-finding, in your own sweat and blood and shit and piss, will be the butt of so many elitist jokes until the end of time, "They think they've earned their freedom, George darling," goes the latest billious slavering splutter-choke of asphixiation-sex around the groaning table,
"HA, HA, FUCKING, HA!" on You The People.