My ears hurt--there's SO much pressure happening right now...
Feels like they're going to POP!
Can you feel it? The IMMENSE amount of weight coming down on Iraq
as the troops leave?
I'm talking about the good kind of pressure...the pressure of
POSSIBILITIES...!
I've got a little holiday treat for you...but before I get to
that...
Boooooy, I tell you what...Iraq wants out of Ch7 is the worst way...
They've resorted to actually suggesting "talking" with
KUWAIT! :)
Who would've thunk it...they tried holding their breath, stomping
their feet...they even tried their favorite--DEMANDING release...
Could they actually GET IT now?
Let's hope so.
Obama has a big speech scheduled to take place in a few days about
the
troops coming home...
Big.
Maliki's still coming on the 12th (says to talk about ch7)
Big.
The CBI came out and flexed their "we control the currency"
muscles...(I like muscles :)
Big.
I'm sending you a Bloomberg video about Iraq too...you should get
it in a day or two (if you have't gotten it already)
So much is happening...I LOVE IT !!!
Remember, Dinar Guru members (over 19,020 of us now) are the MOST
savvy because we follow ALL the gurus...not just the ones who say
what we want to hear...
We say, "thank you very much for sharing guru..."
We take it ALL in....keep the VALUABLE info and drop the not so
valuable info and ADD the new pieces to the RV puzzle...
Grateful for it all...
Here's a poem that was sent to me last year...VERY CUTE...wish i
knew who wrote it so I could give them credit....
This should help get you in the spirit!
ENJOY!!!
Blanche
Twas the Night Before Reval
Twas the night before reval, when all through the house
Not a creature was sleeping, not even my spouse.
The Dinars were laid on the table with care,
In hopes that the news soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new cars danced in their heads.
And mamma in her snuggie, and I in my drawers,
Had just settled our brains for a long currency war.
When on the computer there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
opening to the homepage to see the news flash.
The glow of the screen on my laid out Dinar
Gave the vision of dreams I had held at afar.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flashing notice the RV was here .
The government was seated, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than eagles they fell all in line,
The IMF had told them "Now is the time".
"Now Maliki! now, Allawi! now, Shabibi and Saad!
On, Mullahs! On, Kurds! on, Ashour and Awaad!
To the top of the basket! to the top of the chart!
Now Revaluate! Revaluate! The RV must start!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the top of the forex charts they flew,
With accounts full of dollars, and new millionaires too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the tile
The prancing and dancing of my wife gone wild.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
I heard my phone ring, a startling sound.
It was my neighbor, who lives down the street,
He is a banker for Chase, and asked could we meet.
A bundle of ideals he had in his mind, of places my riches to put
he could find,
He sounded excited, but I had my plan set in my mind.
His voice how it lifted! He sounded so merry!
His words were like candy, his attitude so cherry!
He promised an exchange rate, without a great spread,
I feared if I trusted my dreams would be dead.
The receiver of the phone, he held tight in his hand,
And I could tell his heart, was beating like a band.
I could imagine his broad face and a big round belly,
That shook when he spoke, like a bowlful of jelly!
He is chubby and plump, like a fat old elf,
And I laughed when I thought about him, in spite of myself!
He asked me to call soon, as he was going to bed,
I thought to myself I have nothing to dread.
I put down the phone, and went straight to work,
I counted my money, then turned with a jerk.
I felt a soft finger aside of my nose,
And there stood my wife in an amorous pose!
I sprang to my feet, and let out a whistle,
And away we flew to our room like the down of a thistle.
The children surely heard me exclaim, as we dove out of sight,
"Happy RV to all, and to all a good-night!"
Author......Unknown