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In some ways, water is more stable than anything else. Do with it what you wont, it can’t be pressed into form, it will always go back to being itself… it’s the source of life, it’s the most abundant element on earth… it’s soothing yet stirringly emotional… good for the French to be like water…

Water is very stable. Water is one of the most powerful forces on earth. Water can push over walls, dams, buildings, ships, tanks. The study of hydraulics shows the power of water.

If you like water power, have a look at the impressive “Grande Dixence Dam” (Barrage de la Grande-Dixence)

https://www.myswitzerland.com/en-ch/grande-dixence-dam.html

Val des Dix. … The Grande Dixence, the world’s highest gravity dam, collects melting water from 35 Valaisian glaciers in the region surrounding Zermatt and leading up to Val d’Hérens. … The first dam was built in Val des Dix as early as 1934. It is part of the Cleuson-Dixence Complex. With the primary purpose of hydroelectric power generation, the dam fuels four power stations, totaling the installed capacity to 2,069 MW, generating approximately 2,000 GWh annually, enough to power 400,000 Swiss households. The dam withholds Lac des Dix ( Lake Dix), …

I didn’t want to contradict you, either to be apologetic toward France. I do know well the French qualities and defaults to have been in almost every part of this Country so many times. A wonderful diversity Country, maybe alike none other Countries. North, South, East, West, Center, Alps, the Pyrenees, Atlantic, and Mediterranean Unstable, never noticed it, but a difficult Country to run(lol)

OK Kira Binkley I’m sorry i asked, our love is a mental rapture of the deep, maybe in the after life mental becomes physical, I can’t wait, and would have to work on where Species Being comes from its used extensively in Philosophy here’s Hegel not using it, but showing where it comes from.

Nothing great is achieved in this world without passion. This irony ‘the cutting edge of the concept’ was a dialectic of inner and outer nature which echoed that of Self- Consciousness. As inner sloughed off the outer, the true nature of humanity emerged.”

So what we were, became our Species Being, it’s nothing to do with Allah, He’s watching being Appreciative and Entertained by His Witness, of course it could go horribly wrong, good çan never win outright, it must always be challenging bad or good would be in the eternal ascendency, and symbiosis would be disfunctional.

Then Fate would be everything again as the dominant premises of the paradoxical nothing.

Out destiny as Species Being may very well end this Universal Creation but because Fate and Allah have a specific common understanding in certain circumstances Allah’s Ambition for Universal Cognition is in safe hands, namely mine.

Symbiosis of what? Humans may just not be a good fit for this planet, as God said of the dinosaurs when he threw the asteroid at the earth. Don’t forget, though, the universe can exist without humans. You know, I don’t do philosophy well. And I’m still trying to figure out who got here first; you or me!

Love that “mental rapture of the deep.” When, did you say?

I don’t know who changed my avatar but who cares I’m really just trying to keep up with you Kira Binkley, I can only imagine just how worn out I would be if I spent 3 hours of every day easing your tensions, and now I find I have an invasive grass species that I have to deal with, but I guess that is ok the three hours a day I save with your not being near can be put to good use, wish you were here.

That puts me in mind of “staying power”, but perhaps I should stay away from that. A little naughty. Coplas! Cha-cha!

Coplas! Cha-Cha! was a dance tune correct ? Choo ChooChoo Chooboogie in Spanish right ? and there was Vamvoose Hosae is on his way, and fake it till you make it, I can tell by the sounds of it that you got staying power, I only hope you see that I’m a Gentleman.

You’ve been reading and listening, over my shoulder again. Hope you have a little of the “naughty” in you!

Funny that you should say it, because I just swiped your previous comment to me without reading it, try and think back what it was, I really want to know what the naughty thing I’ve done, – was good or bad ?, I won’t know till you tell me. Why do dolls despise descent gentleman, ? What’s involved with making-it for a woman, ? In the Cyber Space of weird tehntechno I can emerge wit an answer if you let me know what was in the post naughtiness deleted.

I’m in raptures wanting to know if it was as I suspect the woman wearing the Black Orchid.with lips, Oh ,! never mind.

1. I really think we may need to be married to discuss those things. Know a gentile and moderate Muslim cleric, by chance? 2. I’ll be wearing the Black Rose. Sorry to confuse you.

We’d have to go to Western Australia for that type of marriage, we could ride over on our bikes then go touring in the 7seater we just bought over there, or maybe just go over by air and send the bikes by truck, in the before-time I could preform the marriage myself being Isa Son of Maryium , so don’t worry about that technical detail. Lucky I know about the black rose I wouldn’t want to latch on to some bitch jut because she’s wearing an orchid that day.

To clarify, I meant “gentle”, not “gentile”… But you made me laugh again, Rodney, and I’m not feeling too happy right now. Can’t figure out why exactly.

Gentle , !!!!, Well, well, well, so that’s different then, gentile is like hens teeth worn right down from nattering about nothing, making it out to be something, when what became of useless information was it’s worst enemy, and that is my forte.

Again for my part in this affair I see the problem to do with physiology, that is demands must be met, nothing to do with the bants and hearts that obviously you have been relying on to fill in your day, and night, I think that probably, that infantile remedy for appeasement has passed for you, and is no longer is satisfying your intellectual needs.

Also small minded funny stuff could even make it alarmingly either pleasant or unpleasant depending on your acceptance level of structural morphological balance with the psychological demands on your physiological banter.

I can’t recommend anything at this juncture, send me your photographic image so I can make a logical deduction.

Well, Four—count ’em, 4—exclamation points, and a space!!!! Without hen’s teeth, how could hens peck? You KNOW what I look like, Rodney. What part of “incredibly beautiful” do you not understand? Love—

Thank you for the four great explanation points, I can only do my best that’s one, two is falling short of being able to satisfy your senses if what you believe is true, because seeing what you believe is a come back from believing what you see, and can’t be trusted unlike me. Three is the beak of a chook is a precision instrument similar to female anatomy. No.4. You got it I want it, time is àwasting.

Also, thank your beauty for me, I am appreciative of you in every beautiful conclusion that you might reach, my only apprehension is that over there others do likewise, you only must promise never to pass notes to boys even if you are no longer in class, and if you do, to be fair to me they should be publicized on the Southfront forum.

And if I believe in unicorns, are you intimating that I can see them? Einstein did say something about imagination being all you need to do scientific research. Something like that. You should be good at research, Rodney.

I am experiencing a glitch on al-Monitor, could be I am imagining being shafted but I’ll try again later, I really wanted to say something about Murpheys Law, and I agree with you on everything, except don’t bring Buckley’s Chance into our conversation don’t forget you promised intimacy with me, and you can’t get out of it, !! Allah knows everything don’t forget.

Einstein was a knuckle head who plagiarized everything, whereas I am the first one ever to bring Tele-telepathic Realism to light, it was always there but so obscured by both existence and reality that no one imagined that it was an association of exchange relevance effecting meaning while being itself hinged to a biological beginning, my biological beginning that is.

Fundamentally this strange occurrence was evident when Rudiments were not able to get on the pathway of process caused by subsumption and it’s paradoxical counter part synthesis, because recognition and communication were not possible until the bridge went into action and came up with Allah, who then ditched the Alien but I’m not sure about that specific point.

Only I can explain who how and why this Tele-telepathic bridge of relevance made God in the first place, if you want to be in on the game then just don’t you forget what you promised, I’m waiting patiently till December this year and then I’m going to give up and join the MX motorcycle racing fraternity.

Well, Rodney, if you’re not sure, why say it? Never heard of “Buckley’s Chance”. Maybe you mean “Binkley’s Chance”. I can’t get out of it, only has two (2) exclamation points. Surely I’m worth more than that!!!!

Because the Alien is very real to a lot of people who just can’t control themselves, and I know that both you and I are not one or other, but for them that become bescides themselves when subjected to the unusual, I brings up about the Alien occasionally.

Alas, if the Alien was real and Space ditched him where did he go, Space is eternal, and if he did make it out and came back in, having learned his lesson, but that’s a very scarry story I’ll save till I’m closer by certainly I don’t want you seeking protection elsewhere.

Binkley’s chance exactly !!!. But Kira I can only do my best, and I do respond to compliments and phone calls and photos.

And so !! Why can’t they control themselves? Is that the challenge for psychologists today?

Good can never win outright, if it did bad would look like a White Knight trying to make everything better, and better is limited to sharing what is available in possibility . that is usually always about 97% committed to a maintenance of what is.

Many thinkers maintained that formality was agreement, and this is how they paid their bills, you have made numerous such comments about the need to be practical which of course is not romantic and neither is romance affixed to marrying a layabout, there is only a very small margin most of our capacity has to be spent in agreement, except of course for the Telepathic Kid which is me I can disqualify as well as quality in the very same breath, so the psychologists just gave up and are waiting for me to go into Occultation before they worry about any challenge outside of making financial decisions.

Oh.

Your right to question that, and you gave insight into a deepened relevance that appeared as a apprehension at first but when the black colitis subsided a bright idea presented itself, I am no longer the Telepathic Kid now. I have become since this morning the *Deductive Sensual Matrix, and I did notice the number of times I got called darling by not so young women while shopping did increase this morning.

Well, it makes sense to me.

You like the Matrix I’m not surprised, it’s appealing to young beautiful women because an aberration often is the result of a sedimentation from apprehension delving deeper into the psychology of knowing stuff is really great, Oh ! the greatest happiness is being responsible for happiness, whatever the topic whatevers the final realisation, the fasting is just one the other is gluttony, have a happy Ramadan everybody, participating or not the many are grateful for the few who are the happiest causing happiness.

Mitterand was an awful selfish perspiring hypocrisies and lies… It’s not because he was better than the worst meaning he was Good

Clem brother was remunerated by Basil Zaharoff owning newspapers, weapon factories and corrupting all the Belligerents Wars Ministers… What’s going on in the today Middle-East isn’t a much different Business !

Look at Bernard Henri Levy in the “Figaro” and Serge Dassault the Figaro owner and Rafale producer (lol)

“We learn from history that we do not learn from history.” (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel )

https://mises.org/library/merchant-death-basil-zaharoff

The Merchant of Death: Basil Zaharoff

TAGS BiographiesWar and Foreign PolicyWorld History

08/24/2007John T. Flynn

If the Lord God Jehovah had not created Basil Zaharoff, some novelist sooner or later would certainly have got around to the job. Indeed, it is by no means certain that Zaharoff, as we have him, is not the joint product of God and the fiction writers.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter Guinness, member for Bury St.Edmonds, committed the blunder against history of referring to Zaharoff in the House of Commons in 1921 as the “Mystery Man of Europe.” Having fixed upon him that fascinating label, the figure of Zaharoff became thereafter a costumer’s dummy upon which the news caricaturists of Europe draped whatever garments would vindicate his reputation.

Mysterious indeed he is and still more mysterious he became at the hands of the sensational news portrait painters. The mystery begins with his birth. A French biographer, Roger Menevee? records that he was born in Moughliou, or Mugla, on the Anatolian coast. But a German, Robert Neumann, asserts that Zaharoff, testifying in a London court as a young man, said he was born in the Tatavla or poor section of Constantinople, and he notes that the Mugla nativity is attested by an affidavit of a Greek priest made forty-two years after the event and was based upon memory.

It was never known with complete certainty to what country he owed allegiance. He was a Greek, born in Turkey, who lived in Paris. His right to the ribbon of the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor was questioned in the Chamber of Deputies and M. Clemenceau had to assure the Chamber that “M. Zaharoff is a Frenchman.” But also he was throughout his life the guiding genius of a great British armament concern, acted as a British agent, was a Knight of the Bath, known in England as Sir Basil Zaharoff.

Journalists said he spoke fluently fourteen languages — which is probably an extravagant exaggeration. They reported how he had confided to a written record the story of his life, filling fifty-eight volumes which he ordered to be burned at his death, while others told how he had himself destroyed the record, two days being consumed in reducing it to ashes in the furnace of his Paris home. Extravagant tales were told of his habits, his amours, his dinners, and the exotic dishes brought fresh by plane from immense distances for his table. But, in fact, the reporters and the historians have produced but little about the personal life and affairs of the man. Searching the extensive but empty records, one fails to discover any documents or letters or speeches or records or meetings or conferences or instances in which the man is actually present. Always one hears that he is somewhere in the background, off in the shadows, pulling the strings, supplying the stratagems and the money.

Yet it is certain that he remains the most considerable figure in that feverish world of the munitions makers that has had so much advertisement since the Great War. Only a few names take first rank among this dubious company — old Alfred Krupp, the cannon king of Essen, the Schneiders of Creusot, Thomas Vickers, the English gun maker of Sheffield, Skoda, du Pont de Nemours, the American powder king, Colt and Winchester and Remington and Maxim. They were all, as Messrs. Englebrecht and Hanighen have called them, “Merchants of Death.” But the mightiest “merchant” among them, the man who played the largest role in the “merchandising” of munitions, the greatest market maker, was Basil Zaharoff.

It was his melancholy good fortune to come upon the scene when the world went in for arms on an unprecedented scale and it was he who, more than any other man, developed the international market for arms. He did not invent it, to be sure. Old Alfred Krupp had played off Turkish orders against his native Prussia when Zaharoff was a mere fireman in Tatavla. And long before either of them — centuries before — old Andries Bicker, Burgomaster of Amsterdam, had built and supplied and provisioned and even financed a complete navy for Spain when the Spanish king was waging war upon Holland. He then explained to the outraged Dutch that if Holland had not armed the Spanish enemy, the Danes would have done it and reaped the profit.

But Zaharoff played a leading, if not the leading, role in that strange world comedy of the arms makers leading the double life of chauvinists and internationalists. They gave us the spectacle of Boers mowing down English regiments with Vickers’ pom-poms, Prussian surgeons picking out of Prussian wounded Austrian shrapnel fired by Krupp’s cannon, French poilus massacred by shot poured out of guns made in Le Creusot, English Tommies killed by weapons produced by Armstrong and Vickers, and American ships sent to the bottom by U-boats built on models supplied by American submarine builders. Zaharoff was the master of what one biographer has called the “principle of incitement,”under which war scares were managed, enemies created for nations,airplanes sold to one nation and antiaircraft guns to her neighbors, submarines to one and destroyers to another. He did what the cigarette people did, what the liquor industry, the beauty industry did — created a demand for his merchandise. The armament industry became a game of international politics, the arms salesman a diplomatic provocateur, the munitions magnates of all nations partners in cartels, combines, consolidations; exchanging plans, secrets, patents. He was the greatest of all the salesmen of death, and, as one commentator has observed, if you would see his monument, look about you at the military graveyards of Europe.

Yet the French did help destroy Libya after all, didn’t they?

Write in English, whats this abulajumba dumba language?

His words to big for you ?