Has World War 3 Already Begun? – A socio-economic commentary of current world events
Our Social Networks Facebook Youtube Telegram Twitter Centercode Telegram-plane Comment MOTHER & REFUGE OF THE END TIMES IN THE END MY IMMACULATE HEART WILL TRIUMPH! HOME ABOUT M&R MYSTICS ON M & R Privacy Policy ARTICLES BOOKS DONATE FREE DOWNLOADS CONTACT US PRAYER REQUESTS LIVE PRAYERS HOME ABOUT M&R MYSTICS ON M & R Privacy Policy ARTICLES BOOKS DONATE FREE DOWNLOADS CONTACT US PRAYER REQUESTS LIVE PRAYERS WATCH ONLINE Has World War 3 Already Begun? – A socio-economic commentary of current world events One of the most important essays I have read in my life was posted on a blog earlier this year. The essay is entitled “Crash Positions” it was written by a whistleblower who is writing under the pen name Capitalist Eric. It’s a reference to the posture you take when you’re on an airliner or a train and the crew is preparing the passengers for impact. Eric takes care in using a paragraph to explain a bit of his life’s journey and uses Pascal’s wager to explain to his reader that he has nothing to gain and nothing to lose by writing the terms outlined in his essay. He just knows things, and is genuinely concerned. He cares about people around him. I am currently finding myself in his shoes… Permit me, to do the same, I invite anyone reading to pause, and consult my opening essay I called “Introductions” I made back in May on this SubStack, or check out the “about” section of this SubStack. I am no one special. I’m just a kid who grew up in a rather special upbringing, quite different really… I was an only child, both my parents were blue collar. My mother owned a hair salon, and I spent 90% of my Saturdays with my dad. Being an only child; where ever they went, I went… It would setup an interesting life journey… Dad ended up being a millwright. But, before lacing up steel toes, he was a butcher. He also worked his way up into management in grocery stores at a very young age. He was mentored by several different grocery store owners who were extremely smart and shrewd business minds. They taught dad a great deal about banking, business, finance, stock markets, investing and socio-economics. Dad although never going to university became extremely savvy around the business world. Our Saturdays consisted of a routine. We’d go to the farmer’s market to get a sausage on a bun, with mustard, and … sauerkraut … Cause you know the old spooky vendor guy insisted that it would put hair on my chest. Then we’d go visit grocery store owners dad used to work for a few hours, then we’d go home and listen to the Irish Hit Parade on a Boston radio station via a side band on an old 8 foot satellite dish… But, while lost in the haze of smoke for those few hours a week on Saturday morning while the boys “talked shop” I was playing with toys, but my sub-conscious was listening. To everything. Normal kids were out in the streets, I was listening to white haired dudes talking about how monsoons going through India were going to affect the price of rice on their store shelves in a few months. Kids my age were obsessed with Mouse Trap. I was obsessed with Monopoly, Stock Ticker, and obscure financial board games like Investor or Decisions… Kids my age got lost in the Ninja Turtle frenzy, I split my time between twirling nun chucks and trying to beat the next level on an crazy Japanese lunar space war game called Military Madness with one of the world’s best designed AIs in gaming history. Fast Forward to my early adult hood. Couple my childhood with formal university level Sociology classes I picked up during a few years of Police Sciences (Criminal Justice) training; and, you end up with: me. I am not God’s gift to human economics. I’m not a genius like Micheal Burry. I’m not a money whisperer, I’m not a saint, or prophet, or mystic. But I do feel I’ve been given enough wisdom by God, to weigh-in on socio-economic information, data, and intel. To then draw out sound and rational predictions based on what I was presented. My reasoning is one that looks out for patterns and associations. I’ve always liked to connect dots when sifting through headlines, reports, charts, and the like. I was missing out on an important intellectual ingredient most of my life, that I recently learned from a prominent Belgian theologian Arnaud Dumouche. It is inherent that you test your hypothesis and reasoning constantly against reality. If you do not, you end up chasing your tail like a dog on a merry-go-round called ideology. Thanks Arnaud! So then, why the buildup? Why such a long lead in to the paragraphs you are about to read? Because I need you to understand, I have no agenda. I have no, as my dad puts it, “axe” to grind. I am not politically motivated. I am not financially motivated. I am not selling anything. I do not work in hedge funds or corporate firms. I have no affiliations to any institution, organization, or enterprise. I have no authority to tell you what to do, or think. I am about to draw some dots, and connect them, and I am going to let YOU, decide if we can agree that it looks like an unsteady Jenga tower. The Ruble In late March this year, the kremlin pegged the Russian currency to gold bullion. It’s not be confused with a banking standard. In a banking gold-standard, banks need to present gold assets 1:1 as a substitute for a note or certificate in circulation. By “pegging” it just means that the ruble is directly linked to the value of gold. In other words foreign countries and businesses can pay the Russian government in gold bullion…
