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Jeffrey Geller

Fund Manager

Folks, I have traded stocks, options, commodities, speculated with interest rate changes, and in th elate nineteen-seventies I had million dollar gold contracts, as in those days, a measly 800 dollars would allow a commodities trader to buy one million dollar gold contract. I made and lost thousands of dollars, in an hour, totally outdoing myself half a decade later on, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, at their casinos. I enjoy speculation, or did when I was younger with my life ahead of me, able to afford the seemingly insensible risks. I could go on an don here, but I have nothing whatsoever against capitalism, America, or the stock market. HOWEVER, BACK IN MIDDLE AUGUST OF 1986, something happened to me, in a parallel universe, that you all insist on labeling, merely a very weird and unnatural extremely vivid nightmarish dreaming experience. FINE, see it in whatever way makes you at least listen to my god dam fuckign story, kind lads and lassies out here. I am NOT AGAINST America, and I am not against money or capitalism, or even rich people. When I grew up, rich people were a little bit nicer. They didn't want to just get richer endlessly, and have a secret goal and agenda to make everyone else around them, literally THEIR SLAVES for their amusement. This is what's going on in present times and has been for two decades or so, after Mister Reagan changed the world of the hippies into the world of the greedy eighties. It's not all his fault, I actually like the guy to some degree and in many ways. BUTTTTTTTTT; this great and powerful man, and our President-#40; did some things that altered the course of the planet, and for all I know, he more than anyone in political office other than for one running for office now and probably will indeed become President MacInvondi, who you'll all know only as who he appears when not ESS indwelt by his doppelganger; but yes, Mister RR did some things that would never be able to be covered in a few short blogs from poor old Mountainpen. You'd need to go to college for years and learn all about sociological and historical items and get some kind of a liberal arts or similar type degree, and even then, you'll need to get out of there, with your dam degree; and learn to begin thinking about the shit all around you, with your now new found knowledge and awareness; FOR YOURSELVES!!!!!!!! No amount of time in a learning hall is going to make you think and reason. They do try, but then, we must remember that even though colleges are less connected to the powers that be and thus will open up our minds way past high schools that are under extremely strict and stringent guidelines of local and state and federal boards that oversee education, or in many cases, altered and lacks there of. My uncle who lived first in Masapeaqua Park, up on LINY, and then later after the toaster oven fire that supposedly burned down their home, which I do not know if I am buying into that story told to the family, as we have so very many family Collins-Type Dark Shadows secret-closet-skeletons, that I take things with a grain of salt, such as my Aunt, his wife of many years, and a very healthy strong woman, suddenly dying from a flu shot in 1976, shortly after she consoled my mom after her horrible failed romantic experience, with her boss from work at Lavino Shipping Company, a Chicago native and married an devil selfish man, by the name of Mister Edwin R. Potter! But yes, house fire or no house fire, resulting from a toaster left on in a kitchen, they then moved down wind on the island, into a place that many today just call South Huntington, but it is the village of Babylon, New York, a lovely spot in Suffolk County, in New York State, just a few miles away from where my daughter was born, and where my Aunt Ruth's daughter after she married, moved just down the block from, as you all know from my telling of the dog-walking story. But back again without any further digressing, from tangents me; I have nothing against my late rich, (NOT RICK—TYPO, SAHWEE) relative, my mom's cousin Ruth's hubby, Mister SIR Heinz Gottwald. He was a hard working old banker, and a German here in America at the wrong time, who got treated real badly by his banking associates, even once by Fred Trump, my distant cousin's pop, who did a lot of reale estate stuff in the Public Housing sector, in areas outside of Manhattan, such as Queens. I am not against rich people, although rich is one thing, in my day this meant 200,000 dollars up to 100 times that much, say maybe 20 MILL. After that, it was not rich, and rich peeps hate the word 'rich' by the way, but this is now translates to WEALTHY. If you think there is no difference, think again, peeps!Still, I traded with top firms as a young man in his middle dam twenty's, YO, such as when I met Stock Broker Richard Singer, Arty singer's kid, at the Merrill Lynch Corp. I have banked at top banks, invested with top investment houses, had many powerful and wealthy friends, and my family at one time could tell stories that would only result as the Official Braggers Club. I am not a bragger, and am merely trying to explain what changed, both with me, as well as in the world itself. The Aunt of my mother, who could see halo's on people or energy-fields, and this was real; was what we would today label as our 'crazy relative', but she was known and loved and respected by all of OLD Hollywood, and was a great reader of plays, her name was Maud Huntington, and she married a man whose last name was Benjamin, and Hollywood even today knows and remembers my Great-Aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin. I don't hate celebrities or wealthy people, or the stock market, and certainly I don't fucking hate my country, merely what it is being turned into, that I do hate, and I fight in my little way with words, to try and let dummy assholes everywhere see these mountains of wool that is being pulled over all of our eyes by lots of very evil people, and even bigger still, by their dream-controlling doubles, or doppelgangers, from the Exploratronic Supermind Society, as my Morianity calls and labels this nice wonderful guys and gals from hell or wherever. My Huntington family descended directly from Mister Samuel Huntington. For crissake YO, this man was a FOUNDING-FATHER of this great nation!!!!!!!!!! He signed the dam Declaration Of Independence for the sake of dam ass Moses. This was my seventh direct grand-pappy, YO DOGS! THIS IS MY GOD DAM COUNTRY!!!!!!!! I only hope my dam ass crazy cousin gets in and fixes it and makes it strong again, as no one has the balls to say the truth like he does, NO ONE!!!!!!! He knows we are and have been for decades, GOING TO HELL IN A GOD DAM HAND BASKET, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Samuel Huntington was a four-time-elected governor, the Governor of Connecticut, dying in his fourth term, in office, to quote my Moomy Deaest and Mommy Dearest, “With his boots on”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTT, this doesn't mean I want to be bailing out billionaire people like a lot of evil rotten folks on Wall Street. They lost money by doing stupid moves and making rotten bets on things, and then they want little me and little all of you out there, to pay their bills, and I say this fuckiGN sucks a trucks and it isn't one dam ass bit fair; and that is all that I am saying!!! I say that when capitalism is permitted to run wild, and out of control, without any limits whatsoever; then we naturally will progress to either a major eventual revolution, or else the entire system will end up with the surfs and the nobles all over again, with all of us slaves saying yazzur to our masters, 24-7-365. That is what I am saying, and THAT is my beef, and it should be your beef, to anyone out here who hasn't had a brain transplant with a dam chimpanzee!

Folks, you may always use the following link to take you to a location where you will be able to read my blogs (the BOM) in color, and that have all of the other things as well, such as photos, links, charts, and all sorts of cool freaking horse crap!!!!!!!!!

Have yourselves a merry little day, all Merry's out there, and all else, YO! How can you worry about your dam job, Copyright examiners of 2008? I love you Eddie Green, you've got a dam heart, BRO!!!

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