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Draper's Paper Route

Not too long ago, I had an odd dream in which my wife, Stefanie, and I were living in a bungalow, perhaps on a golf course.  This place was small.  As far as I could tell, it only had two rooms, a living room and a bedroom.  Since Stefanie (who is better than me in every conceivable way) was still living there, I assume there was a kitchen and a bathroom, but that was it.  In this dream, I was not feeling well and was in bed, but I was awake in the middle of the day with the bedroom door shut.  Stefanie was in the adjacent living room, when my father showed up.  I could hear him telling her that I needed to start a paper route.


Apparently, I had been sick for a while because I hadn’t been working – which had something to do with why we were living in a bungalow, I suppose.  In the dream, I was thinking that I appreciated Dad’s help (because we either had been relying on it or would soon be forced to do so), but I was also thinking that he had, sort of, uhmm… lost his mind! 


“A paper route, seriously?”


At that point, my dad opened the bedroom door, walked in wearing a blue, three-piece suit, stopped resolutely and said, “Thou shalt start a paper route.”


Several impressions came to me nearly simultaneously.  I was not going to argue with him because he was really serious and I was going to listen because he deserved it.  Also, he was young, perhaps 40 years old (in reality – whatever that is – my dad is 88).  As I was processing this, I became aware in the dream that I was dreaming (a big deal, which I will discuss another time, perhaps).  It struck me that God was appearing to me as my Father in the dream, and that I needed to pay earnest attention.  In the dream, I began to think about what the dream meant, and I woke up.


As I was waking, it occurred to me that God was telling me to write a blog, which I had been contemplating. 


For the next hour or so, I stayed in bed, wondering what to write in this blog:  short stories, spiritual things, poetry… political ravings?  I told my wife about it.  She was supportive, but she had that look she gets when she thinks I am getting ready to start something I won’t finish, while insisting that I will one day, but leaving it (somewhat permanently) strewn about our lives in all its disheveled glory.  Stef does not, even remotely, like that.  She tolerates it (sort of) because she loves me and she is stuck with me.


Dreams are important to me.  Growing up, my family discussed dreams over breakfast and my mother wrote them down in a journal.  I talked to her about this one.  She said that she did not know what the blog should be about, but insisted that she knew the name- The Paper Route.  I like that name, but it would feel like I was scamming on the band’s brand – and I love their song, “Calm My Soul.” 


So I chose the current name for my blog.  It is kind of dorky, but that fits me.  And that is that.


Now, what I am going to write?  I don’t know.  Stuff?  Whatever comes out. 



Digital Totalitarianism, Anyone?



We are at a crucial crossroads.  There is a populist revolt growing in intensity across the world.  It is in reaction to the push towards a global economic community that does the bidding of multi-national corporations and banking institutions.  Rather than recognizing the populist backlash to this globalization and backing off, the globalists are moving forward with the very things that caused the backlash.  It is as if they must  find a way to reshuffle the cards by monetizing  the ridiculous debt accumulated during  the formation of this global economic order or the house of cards that is our monetary system is going to collapse.  They need to go cashless.  We need to resist them.

Did you see that Italy voted down Prime Minister Matteo Renzi’s constitutional “reforms”?  Are you wondering why I am asking?  Well, Italy’s banks are on the verge of collapse.  Renzi basically wanted to change Italy’s governmental structure, so that he could have the power to prevent this collapse.   My guess is that he would have made the Italians suffer a fate similar to the one the Greeks are enduring.  The Italians saw through it.  But now the Italian banks are not going to get the loans they need to continue limping along – and this is creating spasms of anxiety in the banking world, particularly in Europe.

Here is a link to an article in Fortune about that:


If you want to get a little more in the weeds:


The truth is that while Americans have been internally fixated on our presidential election, some profound things have been happening elsewhere, too.  The banks are in a frenzy and countries are flirting with going cashless.

On November 8, 2016 (election day here), Narenda Modi, India’s Prime Minister, announced that roughly 80% of all cash in India would be worthless as of January 1, 2017.  So Indians with 500 and 1000 rupee notes must deposit them, convert them into small denominations, or see their money vanish like Confederate War Bonds.

Here are a couple of links about this for your reading pleasure:


Sweden is thinking of going completely digital with a banking system that would function between banks and individuals in a manner similar to that of central banks and their member banks.  The Swedes do not use cash much anyway, so they are not going to bother having a real currency – whatever that is.

This is a link to a Wall Street Journal article about a digital Sweden:


So why pay attention to what is going on in Italy, India and Sweden?  Our recent election shares a common thread with these events, populism and its aftermath.  Brexit and the election of Donald Trump are the outgrowth of a populist revolt against global economic servitude.  The Italians joined the revolt. The push for a cashless society in India and Sweden is part and parcel to what is being revolted against – global economic servitude.  Although the press tries to paint the populist revolt against globalism as racist and xenophobic, it is not; nor is it a revolt against global harmony or beatific visions.  The people are revolting against a particular brand of economic globalism being pushed upon us by multi-national corporations and banking institutions, a global economic community that would look a lot like the European Union, but would be inflicted upon the whole world.  TTP, TTiP, and the North American Union are all spokes in the creation of this global wheel.  We, the people, are but rats upon this wheel.  The fact that we do not like it does not mean we hate or even dislike other people.  We refuse to be treated like rats!

The globalists have a problem, their economic community isn’t working and the banks that are supposed to fund this shindig are going under.  They want to monetize the debt that underlies this scheme.  Monetizing the debt is a fancy term for sticking it to the rest of us by seizing bank accounts and eliminating cash so that they can turn the debt into a complete fiction and keep on functioning as if they had not just enslaved all of us to pay for this fiction.  How do they pull this off?  Digital currency – the iron fiction of totalitarianism.

We, the people, have seen what this portends, and we are telling the globalists something reminiscent of Fletcher’s reaction to betrayal in The Outlaw Josey Wales, “Don’t go pissin’ down my back and tell me it’s raining.”


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