Departed
A week ago on this day, two notable individuals departed. No, they didn't "depart" as in the metaphor for dying. They just departed their place of note and went somewhere else. Both have some extraordinarily profound similarities.
The first departure was that of Whitey Bulger, the notorious organized crime figure and FBI's most wanted, found holed up in an apartment in Santa Monica after 18 years on the lam. On this day, he was put on a plane and taken to Boston for prosecution. The funny thing is that apparently he was the individual upon which the 2006 Oscar-winning film The Departed was based.
The other departure was that of Sheila Bair, the head of the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation. She was stepping down, and on this day she gave her departure speech prominently containing some choice "what's-what" words for the banks. During her tenure she oversaw the -- well, I guess you'd call it "reorganization" of hundreds of banks throughout the country.
What do the two have in common?
To get to Bulger, the FBI sent out some quite visible public service announcements about the gal they figured was his girlfriend, a woman by the name of Catherine Greig. Some who saw her or knew her tipped the feds off, and they simply followed her to Bulger.
Presto. You've got your man.
For a couple years now millions of World inhabitants, pusillanimously enabled by the grand punditry class, have screeched about how the financial crisis started, has gone, has kept up -- all of that. Raging raging and more raging, all of them snarling with some exasperated desire to know what happened. I see that Ron Paul and his crew are still squealing about getting rid of the Fed by getting at what it does with their typical threat of an audit. I can see Ben Bernanke there still peeing his pants over this.
They will never get at why it's all the way it is, because they simply won't follow the clues where they go.
Just like the feds trailed Greig, you could discover a lot from trailing Bair's words at her departure. She essentially ripped the banks a brand-spankin' new asshole for having too little capital. The Bank of International Settlements lately has been really moving to get those banks to increase that capital, get that Basel III agreement going (I always wonder what on earth happened to I and II, but then...)
Well, the banks are squawking back. "A whole 10% capital requirement? Are you nuts?" Oh my, yes, how could we be so insensitive. That a bank would know the full value of what they're lending money for, let alone 10% of it -- scandalous.
When you look a bit further, track the chain of command a bit, see all the power brokers in the mix, and then observe their customer's dependence on the job of making their value assignment fantasies look as real as possible, you can see how nervous the banks would be. It is the same nervousness the president and legislature have, indeed the news media and Romanist churches have. They all actually would pee their pants should anyone who keeps paying them gobs of their income as tribute actually see the worthlessness of their lives, turn away from them as sworn agents of Cain, and drop at the feet of Christ who would actually make them whole.
Follow the money (or lack thereof) and you'll see the World System humming nicely on all cylinders.
You just have to look at it.
And when you're tired of looking at it, turn around and see Christ waiting there for you to find True Freedom. The Kingdom is a million facets of beauty, wonder, and glory that Christ wants to share with you.
The World is one monstrous monolith with a million storefronts that look really nifty. They all get you to the same place: the altar of human sacrifice for whichever slobbering bunch of power brokers have managed to get at the front of the line for you.
To where are you departing tonight?
--
I've written much more about this dynamic at my webzine with this month's home page piece. Would love for you to find The One Who Loves there, or anywhere He extends His hand. That's cool.
The first departure was that of Whitey Bulger, the notorious organized crime figure and FBI's most wanted, found holed up in an apartment in Santa Monica after 18 years on the lam. On this day, he was put on a plane and taken to Boston for prosecution. The funny thing is that apparently he was the individual upon which the 2006 Oscar-winning film The Departed was based.
The other departure was that of Sheila Bair, the head of the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation. She was stepping down, and on this day she gave her departure speech prominently containing some choice "what's-what" words for the banks. During her tenure she oversaw the -- well, I guess you'd call it "reorganization" of hundreds of banks throughout the country.
What do the two have in common?
To get to Bulger, the FBI sent out some quite visible public service announcements about the gal they figured was his girlfriend, a woman by the name of Catherine Greig. Some who saw her or knew her tipped the feds off, and they simply followed her to Bulger.
Presto. You've got your man.
For a couple years now millions of World inhabitants, pusillanimously enabled by the grand punditry class, have screeched about how the financial crisis started, has gone, has kept up -- all of that. Raging raging and more raging, all of them snarling with some exasperated desire to know what happened. I see that Ron Paul and his crew are still squealing about getting rid of the Fed by getting at what it does with their typical threat of an audit. I can see Ben Bernanke there still peeing his pants over this.
They will never get at why it's all the way it is, because they simply won't follow the clues where they go.
Just like the feds trailed Greig, you could discover a lot from trailing Bair's words at her departure. She essentially ripped the banks a brand-spankin' new asshole for having too little capital. The Bank of International Settlements lately has been really moving to get those banks to increase that capital, get that Basel III agreement going (I always wonder what on earth happened to I and II, but then...)
Well, the banks are squawking back. "A whole 10% capital requirement? Are you nuts?" Oh my, yes, how could we be so insensitive. That a bank would know the full value of what they're lending money for, let alone 10% of it -- scandalous.
When you look a bit further, track the chain of command a bit, see all the power brokers in the mix, and then observe their customer's dependence on the job of making their value assignment fantasies look as real as possible, you can see how nervous the banks would be. It is the same nervousness the president and legislature have, indeed the news media and Romanist churches have. They all actually would pee their pants should anyone who keeps paying them gobs of their income as tribute actually see the worthlessness of their lives, turn away from them as sworn agents of Cain, and drop at the feet of Christ who would actually make them whole.
Follow the money (or lack thereof) and you'll see the World System humming nicely on all cylinders.
You just have to look at it.
And when you're tired of looking at it, turn around and see Christ waiting there for you to find True Freedom. The Kingdom is a million facets of beauty, wonder, and glory that Christ wants to share with you.
The World is one monstrous monolith with a million storefronts that look really nifty. They all get you to the same place: the altar of human sacrifice for whichever slobbering bunch of power brokers have managed to get at the front of the line for you.
To where are you departing tonight?
--
I've written much more about this dynamic at my webzine with this month's home page piece. Would love for you to find The One Who Loves there, or anywhere He extends His hand. That's cool.
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