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The financial experts prediction are so inaccurate that a monkey with a pen and paper could have done a better job.

Some of them consistently make the wrong assumptions, but if these opinions are repeated over and over again, it becomes true: what you believed to be true either is true or it becomes true.

A research study of these environments shows how they put together their own view of reality, and how equal these views then becomes. Since the reality of these primitive assumptions then falls together in this way, it becomes equal to the definition of a primitive culture.

- Finance institutions are special because they only serve to make profit. This creates a culture, which are short minded, conform, and not open for new ideas. The finance institution is hierarchic build, and only a selected few are allowed to have an opinion; the rest is just following.

Sheep’s are flock-animals, they follow the leader, and he the shepherd.

The US now has a female Foreign Minister called Tzipi Livni, and the shepherd is called Ehud Olmert. These people come from a counsel, representing political parties: they have a plan, a political agenda. If these people don’t get approval from this counsel, they have to resign, and a new election has to be held. This happens very often in a (real) democracy, and the sheep’s leader cannot do or say anything without asking this counsel.

The flavour of political views is often explained as a strait line, from the far left to the far right. If you convert this to a circle, you end up whit something called reality, where the dark red meets the dark blue, and becomes the same colour.

The darkness, which comes from this spinning wheel, is very depressing, and the sound from the round disk called Blood Money goes like this:

Misery Is The River Of The World
If there’s one thing you can say About Mankind There’s nothing kind about man.

Everything Goes to Hell
Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?

God’s Away On Business
I’d sell your heart to the junkman baby
For a buck, for a buck
If you’re looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You’re out of luck, you’re out of luck

The ship is sinking
The ship is sinking
The ship is sinking

There’s leak, there’s a leak, in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge
Killer, thieves, and lawyers

God’s Away, God’s away
God’s away on Business. Business.

Is this true; is the US God all business?

Depressing tunes there from the man who claims a good man is hard to find, and favourite colour is red.

The song All The World Is Green seems more like a plan, so, maybe it is time to turn the wheel; either way is better than this darkness.

(And yes, I’m a bit depressed; somebody turned of the light!)