Aria was girl of eight years, and she had a dog that she loved, named Ruby. For some reason her dad called the dog Ruby Tuesday, but that wasn’t her real name, which was just Ruby.
One night, for no reason she could think of, Ruby started appearing in a series of Aria’s dreams. This had happened before a few times, but these dreams were different… in these dreams Ruby could talk.
At first Aria didn’t tell her mom or dad about the dreams, but once she did, her parents told her that they wanted to write them down… because they were important in some way. And so she and her mom wrote them. This was the first: Continue reading “Dreaming of Ruby Tuesday, Part 1”
It’s now clear that COVID-19 was created by scientists, on purpose. If you have any doubts, please see here and here. We had a paper trail months ago and we have a paved paper trail now. What remains in doubt is our ability to deal with such facts.
The Dr. Frankensteins of this drama were: Continue reading “COVID Is A Frankenvirus, And It’s Not Going Away”
Most of its advocates will argue that Bitcoin is preferable because it’s better money. Others will note that it’s a magnificent application of decentralization, adding that decentralization is a superior model of human organization. But while both of those are true, they pale in comparison to the central reason why Bitcoin and much of what has grown from it stand above. Continue reading “Why Bitcoin Is Inherently And Massively Better Than The Status Quo”
For nine weeks we’ve been going through our new series in moral education. But while these were not the easiest pieces of the whole, they were the most straightforward. At the same time I was writing them, I was waiting for a clear pattern to emerge for the whole series. Writing is that way, sometimes: You don’t see what it really is, until you’re well into it. Continue reading “Our Experiment In Moral Education”
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The next day, the boy went back to his usual problems and activities, but soon he noticed that things had changed. People were looking at him oddly: some with respect, and some, quite surprisingly, with hate in their eyes. He stopped and asked them why they were angry at him. “We are not angry,” they said, and quickly left him.
That night, he again saw his two friends, and they told him what had happened: The friends of the Remahs (there were several of the Valley who were close to the Remahs) were whispering quietly to the other people of the Valley. Continue reading “The Valley, Part 5”
Whether or not we can express it clearly, or even perceive it clearly, I think nearly every adult grasps that medicine is being used as a weapon.
I am not a doctor, but I’ve been surrounded by medical professionals since my youth, beginning with my mom, who was not only an RN, but Head Nurse at two different hospitals. I’ve also been involved with science for a long time.
I’ll be brief, making just five primary points. But we’ve been losing science and we’ve been losing medicine; that is flatly unacceptable. Continue reading “The Weaponization of Medicine”
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It wasn’t long before the boy snuck out to the place where his magic box was buried. He went in the middle of a dark, cold, rainy night, so that no one would see what he was doing.
He dug up the box with ease. This surprised him, since he had thought the box was buried very deeply, but he soon realized that he had been much smaller at the time and what had seemed deep to him then, wasn’t at all deep to him now. Continue reading “The Valley, Part 4”
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Over time, the boy grew and became busy with a great many problems and activities, as boys tend to do. He had forgotten about his magic box, until one evening, when he walked past the house of a boy he had known all his life. This boy had never played very well in the games and he seemed sick most of the time, but he had always been friendly enough.
On this evening, as he walked home after a tiring day, he saw a light at the sick boy’s house and glanced over. To his shock, he saw a magic box, sitting openly on a table. It was different than his memories of his own magic box; so he was sure that it was not his, but it was definitely a magic box. Continue reading “The Valley, Part 3”
I’ve touched upon this subject in my subscription newsletter, but I had no plans to write anything more until I got a note from a friend, mentioning a particular investment analyst and his views on investing over the next few years. I had to agree that it was brilliant analysis, but at the same time I knew that I’d never do anything about it, because I simply can’t bring myself to put money into “the markets” anymore.
As a young man I spent time learning the nuts and bolts of investing: Price to earning ratios, book values, charting, puts, calls, covered positions, and so on. And when I had extra money, I tended to put it into the markets and use my tools. But I can no longer do that, and I think explaining why may be useful. Continue reading “Why I No Longer Invest In Stocks And Bonds”
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Early one morning, when the boy was very young, he was exploring a raised area on the side of the Valley and dug up a beautiful and shiny box. He was shocked to find such a thing and didn’t know what to do with it. But as he held it in his hands, he noticed something… his own image was moving across the shiny surface of the box! This confused him, since it was not a reflection, as he would have supposed. The image was as if he were looking down upon himself. Continue reading “The Valley, Part 2”