1. The past:

Pathos

The Norse’s Unforgiving Grace — White Blades of the Gods

Skald:
“Hvít sem goðablár. Náð hennar — þögn fyrir orrostu, snerting hljóðs dauða”

The urban legend dates all the way back to "the touch of quiet death" and the 'Angles,' a reigning medieval Germanic tribe forgadding the harsh ancient polar to Odin and Thor—the dreaded father-son almighties of doom, fertility, and war—as distinct to the Saxons, the Franks, the Frisians, and the Jutes; the seafaring pagans oaring longships sail by sail the brackish waters of Austmarr "the Eastern Lake" thereout the hole-and-corner labyrinth of chambers, isles, and passages, only to disappear thick gaslighting sea fog thereamidst their tramp and terrestrial paradise—wherefrom "No gold gleams, nor green grows, but eternal white 'frost-flowers' drift from the heavens."

Skald:
“Ei gull glóir, né grænt grær, en himinfædd hvítblóm svífa frá himni”

Having an eye for godsent beauty and conquest, the unforgiving pirates amongst these to progress be yonder were let out by all that encounter, thereupon out let moreso themselves, thereon their kins, collectively—"Viking!"—thereby their revelation and their prophecy thereto, albeit fore-then interminate darks of the Baltics Sea, unfixed to proper-common regularity.....

The novel.....

It's midst 5th-century ADE in abandoned Latin Britannia, the onset of a dark age on the heels of the sack of Rome, notwithstanding the constant bombardment from eastern Germanic barbarians forgadding to Teiws and Fairguneis—paralleling superterrestrial almighties of war and lightning—the Goths and the Vandals to lay Kingdoms in Gaul.

As nothing to the longest terrestrial reign in the history of "the beautiful man"—somehow collectively as a matter of the course, albeit interminable glory and growth thereof even when cutting down a forest ben't only abominating but also capital punishmen—the departure of the Romans and their Humanism in decline, notwithstanding the irony, leaves the holy theology "hanging in the balance"—the last in their image to consolidate the Gods. A common practice since the predating Persians and Greeks to integrate the conquered under the conqueror as their urban legend messiah figure—to nay "be all Greek to" a different day and age—notwithstanding Salvation and Glory thereunder, whomever the conquered therefore, poly-mono theistic they be, albeit the bona fide latter "thorn in the side" conservative in defiance by millennia to be for as distant ahead in space and time as prophecies self-abide, all be they colliding, progressive but some; come what may of atheist-ruled theists.

Notwithstanding the 'Greatest Darkness of 536 AD,¹' the dark age coffin had been sealed the final nail midst 6th century thereby; it's "the worst time to be alive fore millennia" a century later, rendering trivial by comparison any catastrophe theretofore or, seemingly, theretoafter—lest, aught else, another millennia tip.....

Despite the mythical sorcerers, dwarfs, and creatures of unrecognizable deities steadfast behind the magical sword forged of dragon fire and giants by the charm of a recognizable one, Gothic mythology has King Arthur's Kingdom as "reduced to wasteland by terrible blows raining down from the skies," with the great king himself passing amidst apocalypse somewhere between 539 and 542 AD. The prayer of a righteous king to availeth much on paper, archaic annals the globe over have been found to corroborate the phenomenon with outlandish accounts around mid 1st millennium. The Nanshi Ancient Chronicle of Southern China, the Japanese Emperor, and The Book of Kings in Indonesia, as well as a Syrian Bishop in Rome a world apart, all articulate to the same effect—e.g., "The sun has gone dark. Blood rains from the skies. Clouds of yellow particles envelop everything, notwithstanding drought, famine, dark plagues, and widespread mortality." Earth's plunge into a dark ice age had apparently wiped out and given rise to prophesies that completely alter the course of civilization—by the likes of revelations only God could will.

The Chronicle of Japan:
"Food is the basis of the empire. Yellow gold of ten thousand strings could not cure hunger. What avails a thousand boxes of pearls to him who is starving of the cold."

The wild yonder polar.....

Thriving anew territorial arctic, the 'name' would be out let in the wake of raids near to far as native Celts scramble to personify, "the Saxon or Angle brutes?! —the meddling outsiders from across the channel!" By late 6th century, it had become a nickname of several variations, some classifying and some beneath contempt, for the interminable lines of seafaring pagans emigrating with ongoing onslaughts.

Holy Throne Games - The Medieval World

By the post-apocalyptic Middle Ages in the 10th century, little if any cultural advancement at all would fill the post-Roman void if not for Old 'Englisc' reading-writing sanctity prophesied through all the glorious battles fought and fared since "urban legend Great Darkness!" Nearly half a millennium to cradle another civilization of "nothing to show for," tribal Britannia unites under a new messiah figure, once and for all, "before anyone could say knife" by the very Savior of those they had fought against for centuries. As holy narratives advance by the church, as 'Anglia,' initially, after the mother tongue of those doing the naming, and later on as 'Engla,' albeit a lone hundred years as one. The Anglo-Saxon holy bud would only be nipped the following century all the same, at the hands of French-speaking Vikings the same savior thereunder predating some three centuries thereby, the Normans, friends of the Franks by whom they converted in Gaul's most powerful Kingdom; of whom the pagan forerunners had run the Romans out some six centuries agone the Goths and the Vandals therealong. Notwithstanding a pruned stem with stimulated shoots, a neo-pagan vernacular would take root as the vogue of holy discourse as the ruling Norman-Anglos entangle in centenary games of thrones with other domineering houses laying claim to sumptuous Frankia—all they be heeded in the name of the holy doctrine, notwithstanding inevitable principles laid down as incontrovertibly true.

The Middle Ages come a telltale mid-15th century as French-shaped Middle 'Englisc' had long taken over the kingdom as the professional lingo of officialdom and the holy Frankia-Anglo Hundred Years' War came to interminable destruction and treasury bankruptcies, on one hand, yet, advanced weaponry and naval vessel building crafts at the fingertips of self-empowering aristocrats and parliaments amidst heightened nationalism booms and rivalry, on the other. Such aftermath, with a twinkling of the eye in full tilt, would soon see the ancient prophecy self-fulfill once again in the farthest seafaring onset down the channel yet. In the age of global Colonialism to befall this time around, it would be in the name of gold and glory by an imperial mono-halidom—the millennia countdown set in motion.....

Capitalism -1.0 : The Old World

Triangular Trade

20 Million Properties "Clapped In Iron"

The 1st Industrial Revolution

On the back of bilateral transpacific-transatlantic triangular trades of at least twenty million prototypical properties roped up and clapped in irons along the East-West Indies early 15th-late 19th century therebetween—in the wake of the joint-stock company prototype; the first of its kind, yet, the largest as well as the most powerful private corporation to ever be, with an eye for an empire of interminable precious metals and commodities on lucrative poppy tears—enfranchised a holy new God thereunder, be they integrated neither for salvation nor glory, things being blessed by the Patriarchs of the Indies the way they be; the most gilded antiquity ever would spring into life in tandem, in the Age of Discovery.....

On one tray of the balance scale—the age of vanity and self-exploration. Blessed with interminable "money for old rope" on the heels of protestant reformations, yet, underpinning "indulgence purchasing," the Renaissancpe—rebirth of man—"turned the table" on warlording feudalism, predestination, and scholasticism; not least the poverty-stricken misery of the entire pedestrian millennium preceding it, to, miraculously, the superlative passionate life of Riley slash progressive super-age of advancement covering the 16th throughout 17-18th century "Baroque." The classic philosophical way of life embracing pleasure and luxury, i.e., Humanism of ancient antiquity BCE, was revived to redefine, yet, the subjective "what it is to be man" and progress "a new type," empirically. Common human needs were thus honed to show proto-celestial afterlife vessels the ropes of passions that ultimately transcend the chosen ones; the aware, rational, and autonomous self in resolving problems despite its conditions, circumstances, or legacy—the unworldly wealth-transcended "Renaissance man"—lest capital-intensive "numbers game" withering with ingenious minimalist approaches to clutter-free productivity. Notwithstanding three sweeping empirical game changers to emerge out of such a long scale-tipping period at any price, namely of electricity, the printing press, and the steam engine, weighing out narrower applications of the cotton gin, spinning jenny, and the telegraph, largely with an eye for interminably triangular "economies of scale" three-leg transglobal cargo cycles thereby: mass-produced luxury exports; readily roped up disenfranchised property trades mid-bound—by 20 million free the far most profitable passage of the three—and; the last leg, lucrative imports of free, yet, labor-intensive commodities and precious metals for mass production, legendary urban consumption, and exports.

Goldsmiths' "Out Of Thin Air"

The three Optimus joint stock return angles emerge three Goldsmiths banking inventions and money creation "out of thin air:" a new form of money, as their receipts to depositors for safekeeping services get used in transactions; a fractional reserve banking system, as it's discovered that not all depositors withdraw their deposits at the same time; and, commercial banking as a new, formalized industry.

Genesis

The three Optimus joint-stock return angles underboard Genesis; the floodgates of heaven suddenly open unto the valley of misery, shadows, and tears upon a reinvented "ship consignment"—an ingenious stacking geometry the triangular founders thereby, bending the laws of nature to Optimus "inventory capacity"—whence everything springs into life, peculiarly interminable game-changing wealth to follow, notwithstanding neither stocks to join nor properties to rope abound thereunder without. The opening height for joint venturers to new fangle, intermine, and tread forth upon, never less, one to ultimately transcend transcontinental logistics and supply chain management amass transoceanic cargo shipping of a modern-day, thus the globalized modern civilization itself; would have otherwise miscarried capitalism 1.0 in hardened destitute with nothing to show for the literacy brilliance, notwithstanding the heights to tread forth upon thereunder without. Still and all in "Goldilocks," interminable money from "an easy trade of empirical Glory" transcends god's sent motherland of rebirth with a single-sourced Gross Empirical Product so vast a mass middle tier of reborn commoners is trickled down, mystifyingly; clasping to the bosom the little understood or questioned come about—"looking the other way," ungratefully, with the same disdain one suffers in a Renaissance urban legend, proto-Baroque. Given enough ropes, the come-to-be passionate specialists, inventors, and composers of classical music and opera—the twin super musical brainchildren that spring into life from a new human playbook to encapsulate a golden age—ascend to timeless "of the heavens" pedestals as theatrical-romantic art and literature of illusory sensuous indulgence and open eroticism consummate with mismatching mannerism and grandeur exuberance to capture divine splendor, instead, of the prevailing elitist peculiarity on display.

Joint-Stock Deterraform

The "Company Immanence"

On the other tray—staking darkness. Forbye proprietorial loots, depletes, and either opioid endemic or wholesale expiry, the second millennium half beyond the Renaissance plunges into "transcontinental decimation" one by one, the globe thereover "deterraforming joint-stockingly," whence no such thing had ever befallen upon proprietorial iron clapping theretofore, not even in warfare—notwithstanding any plain as pikestaff precedent or personification thereby, nor the naked certitude that it had always existed—yet, the sudden "peacetime enterprise" word of horror spreading far and near; the "music to the ears" of joint venturers. As a matter of the course, interminably enormous compensations to generations of merchants and stakeholders of the trade, including MPs, by the bye, for the first time in man's history, reversed the natural flow of global wealth westward to alter the global outlook for good: the rise of a new economic superpower and world order. The claim to imperial fame, notwithstanding a threefold stick to anyone standing in the way, had mercifully newfangled an open staking mechanism—joining stocks—inadvertently "opening the Pandora box" to wealth pandering every trick in the book, notwithstanding ever more soldiers of fortune from uncharted trading regions roping into rightfully chartered international campaigns roping off ever more uncharted triangular territories with en-franchisable properties and godsent commodities, not least for the locally sprawling manufacturers or urban-legend consumers, let alone divine sanctity, and every bit for the never-less stock joiners—knowingly, yet, interminably eager to cash in on burgeoning demand for the life of Riley, all the same. The ever-more investments, customs, and income taxes to ever ensue "an easy trade that must never be named," intermining Optimus cycles and sweetening the pot in the process, ultimately transcends, "ceteris paribus," a joint-stock company immanence—asset-resource stripping until the scale tips, albeit planetary.....

Dark Synergy

On a broken scale, the millennium half would close the curtains to the dark Middle Ages, supposedly, and pivot the stage to modern-day temporal capitalism along with the proverbial concepts and categories that emerge, requiring an understanding at the time of a new competitive landscape where others fear to tread—lest newfangled bill of sales thereby notwithstanding the subjective type of vessel, thus, the unprecedented poppy-ridden misery and cover up thereafter. For the triangular properties it joint-stockingly gaslit the life of Riley out of had borne to a fault the interminable "diseconomies of scale" that would have shackled the otherwise global commerce scheme to the drawing board without the possibility of generational parole. After nearly five centuries of triangular-trail breadcrumbs swept under cashmere carpets followed by holy opium wars and cartels, capitalism 1.0 transcended a well-oiled, systemic 'open-market mercenary staking - "out of thin air" banking' synergy, thus, the immanent expanse that single-handedly, yet, effectively gave rise to the first industrial revolution, the modern gold standard, and intermining oil and coal plants that followed to fire everything up at scale, along with the too-big-to-fail multinational corporations and economic institutions that shaped the global economic order of today, and, ironically, what we now call "the middle class." This blissful pre-enlightenment period is also credited for Early Modern 'English'.

Capitalism 2.0 : The New World

Binary Trade (Biangular)

The 2nd Industrial Revolution

Pretext

By the Age of Enlightenment and Liberty on the heels of Baroque excesses, non-transferable self-discoveries, and transferable scientific revolutions leading up to the late 19th century, two completely decimated continents onset a third as the oppressed flee in droves along mercenaries, the liberated old world and interminable inflation therefrom, unsurprisingly, the transglobal "open frontier of the New World" thereto, albeit the third triangular leg in the wild blue yonder absorbing the hemorrhaging old world into a new triangular paradise: 13,000 years to 60 million thriving existences roped off overnight to joint stock testimony—"economy of unbelievable scale across the Great 'Eastern' Ocean"—sand table colonies 13 thereto. Decks apart the "born again" that set sail with old ropes, "beating the bushes" around the world when "I see land!," properties by 20 million cramp into 4-foot-ceiling "survival of the fittest" incubators underboard "Guineamen Darkness"—500-year mass seafaring dungeons custom-built to Optimus capacity over some 50,000 triangular voyages—thereunder notwithstanding months-long stretches of unrecognizable iron-clapped thralldom in subhuman parasite-pathogen infested heat-humid revulsion; suffocating, defecating, festering amidst the morbid rodents and spineless creatures scavenging below deck. Notwithstanding a third is always "given enough rope" to either defy celestial afterlife servitude, deteriorate, or early-self expire in maritime thereon, thus, be flung overboard either way to lurking sea monsters therein, sentient or not thereas, saying nothing of shipwreck, pirate raide, or jump ship altogether; the stakeholders are given "a run for their money," docking ashore only two fittest survivals for every "lost at sea" inventory write-off in the ledger.

Joint-Stock Terraform

Seven out of seven 'Inglishs,' nevertheless, would survive above deck such a long and costly 'transpacific' "bridge to nowhere," remarkably, to settle on the shores of "all its perceived opportunities," whereby notwithstanding, unmistakably, yet, extraordinary Jambu Dwipa rebellions with an eye for the spiritual nature and conquest; the most agriculturally advanced and formidable unanimity any soldier of fortune had ever seen or been in any indie, east or west, hardly any of the forebears' 60-million strength albeit symptomatic in the depths of the last standing northern, central, and southern motherlands. Thereby notwithstanding the sweeping transcontinental "Great Dying," the most catastrophic epidemic to date in terms of scale as well as the number of concurrent plagues—the first and last of its kind said to be so vast to have a "cooling effect on global warming" as mother nature subsumed a tenth of the entire global population, be it dwellers and rebellions beyond the veil, and the pervasive agricultural burning subsided—brought upon by the onslaughts of asymptomatic carriers from the old world and their interminable first-in last-out industrial properties—the finest "specimen" with naturally selected antibody enfranchised for Optimus productivity and the life of Riley at scale, all the same—all be they souls in poppy tears drifting between triangular worlds, roping up ever more falling through the cracks for basement bargain if not wholesale expiry by incubating fortnight.

New World Joint Stock

A "New World Stock Exchange" rises on Wall Street to capitalize on and facilitate burgeoning urban legend of joint stock opportunity. As humanity comes to a head, the singular founding fathers rise to independence the 13 colonies therefrom in spite of their personal interest, namely the family plantations owned for generations and thriving at the time. Given the chance one day, ironically, triangular properties would never leave a singular owner.

Plantation vs. Industrialist

The goriest Progressive-Conservative civil war breaks out some hundred years later as the triangular south of the old world launches on a new singular one in the north; all the wealth of the world stashed away in feudal plantations over the centuries unmistakenly at the gunpoint of industrialists with all "government levers" at their disposal, unmistakably playing taxation and triangular sanction into the bargain. The South faces a "do or die" in an age of freedom the life of Riley is doomed—its "heritage" hanging in the balance: advance on the North to expand its paradise there and beyond, or, supposedly, lose it all. The aftermath, though, would see wealth either continue to decimate or begin to divide, "binarily," for a handful or interminably more, or, conserve with a singular vision, if not terraform altogether, leaving millions in death or deadened in maimed or post-trauma for continents more to be either freed or roped—a transglobal inflection point as far as man can see. Notwithstanding the decisive victor in the North, thus, "it" to be abolished in folklore forever thereby, new world Liberty would lay by the heels of major triangpular stakeholders, as well as the industrialists and merchants that had been leveraging on the burgeoning triangular economy for generations, all of whom slip through the cracks of war "without a scratch," unsurprisingly, to pounce at the most opportune moment with all the wealth accumulated from "God knows where"—the rise of the binary founding industrialists in the era of "robber barons" who—despite knitting the war-torn in shambles into an economic super-powerhouse with advanced steel, railways, oil, and banking systems at scale, along with powered airplanes, automobiles, and streamlined factory assembly—amass great wealth and power for themselves through often ruthless business and labor practices, exploiting and manipulating workers and markets—to the point of dismantling any chance of a thriving middle class altogether even when doing the opposite would be as easily feasible—albeit to favorably answer the impatient, progressive stakeholders that eagerly await.....

Binary Reconstruction

By the Gilded Age mid-19th century—"a period of superficial glitter of wealth that masked underlying social problems and inequalities," coins a contemporary writer widely regarded as "the GOAT"—from the Reconstruction Era to successive second industrial revolution prosperity, would lay entirely by the heels of a binary democracy, i.e., disproportionate suffrage and electoral college legislating scrape-the-barrel wages to maintain a binary of urban legend elitist Glory and "modern day slavery"—i.e., the former living comfortably above inflation while the latter existing a "middle class" underworld fantasy—thereunder notwithstanding severe deprivation and inhumane living conditions among those that toil away for the wealth of stakeholders in power with no chance of progressing to the middle class over their lifetime, nor that of the next generation after them—the goriest war and "40 acres and a mule" in vain—otherwise the rise again of singular founders, a reborn middle class therefrom.

Extravaganza!

Thereon enjoying "The Ball Of The Century," the elite 4,000 aristocrats flaunt their wealth on top of the world with conspicuous consumption and lavish parties, mansions, and extravagant lifestyles after Baroque idols to make known their legendary Renaissance precedence over the toiling class, leaving behind enough waste on golden platters to keep the bottom 99% starved for decades—inflating the new world to an entirely new scale, yet, never satisfied thereby.

Miracle

The miracle of millenia by divine intervention, supernatural beyond the scope of natural or scientific laws, something that normally never happens, not even on the brink of no return: game-changing legislative reforms pass with strong bipartisan support to all intents and purposes alter the course of humanity, ironically, in the following Progressive Era. Shortly thereafter, the inflection point "fills the void" with the most swingin' blues anyone had ever heard—the last-out musical super-brainchild that finally springs into life from the fairytale human playbook to encapsulate godsent peculiarity precursing a second golden age.

By the end of the Gilded Age, progressives had become the party of big government to control the binary gap while conservatives had become the party of small government to make way for free market staking and maintain "what's necessary for capitalism to work".....

Imperial Pride - Bigwigs' War

Playground Politics:

Two old-school gangs of big bullies on the block—the Triple Alliance and the Triple Entente—had rivaled over territorial "playgrounds" for ages:

—"We called first dibs!"
~~ "Oh Yeah!? "Nice Jolly Roger!"
—"Oh Yeah!? Roger this!"

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Dogged as sandbox scuffles and teeter-totter run-ins are, tension boils over one day when a rock is flung out of nowhere, striking an Alliance square in the head. "The Ententes!," the beaned sidekick "jumps the gun," blustering while retreating to the biggest muscle on the block for backup.

Broodng over what just went down; bitter, as the bigwig of scrappier lots in the rougher bits of town—"a big blow to our imperial pride!"—Gerald seizes the moment to drag out the Big Stick he's known for and settle old scores once and for all.

—"They've clearly crossed the line this time!"

The narrative is shaped. Both gangs scramble to mobilize for someone who's suddenly been "hurled fuel to the fire"—if not preemptively hurling themselves.

Forget who casts the first stone; it's all "rage in a teacup" now. War is declared and all hell breaks loose, though one of the two would prove to have "an Ace up its sleeve!"

Long story short, Sammy is called upon from across the river—the Big Daddy of new-school "joint stocks" and game-changing "Agreement"—whereby Gerald "throws in the towel."

2 Imperial Lessons "To Never Be Learned"

A once "proving ground for petty rivalries" can quickly spiral into a "sandbox reckoning." What's left to be had of what's then reduced to rubble? Everything to lose.....

The Unforgiving Treaty of "Everything To Lose"

Vs.

The Proto-"Macro" Revelation

"In the thick of" WWI aftermath, a progressive pioneer of modern economics in the making worns against harsh reparations that would create fertile ground for hyperinflation, thus, doomsaying sowing the seeds for yet another similar break out, if not worse. Notwithstanding the contrary is much needed for governments to be "proactively" involved in a "systemic and structural" top-down intervention, his conservative "economic consequences of peace" proposal goes largely unheeded by the newly formed league of progressive "allies" and harsh reparations are imposed.....

1st "Out Of Thin Air" Depression

The First Great Depression comes the second quarter of the 20th century on the heels of WWI—the return to the gold standard against "economic consequences of peace"—and a long period of over-speculations whereby millions of stockholders capitalize on borrowed money commercial banks had availed out of thin air—per banks' own speculation—to stake the Stock Exchange and have a taste of that legendary "out of thin air" urban Glory for themselves—"I wish [the market] tanks more often. You can make so much more when everything's dirt cheap!," a successful staker proclaims in an interview on the heels of the crash, notwithstanding the displaced, thereby homeless, trudging through the snow of a cold, dark night in the background.

Rendezvous With Destiny

Half a century down the road amid the second golden age, a paternal grandpa with the middle name comes to be a staunch Mahler progressive philosopher in Terre Haute, a notably neoconservative town on the banks of the Wabash River in Indiana, United States. The forgotten 'high plateau to water over white stones,' now obscured by mud, 'at the bottom of the river in Jambu Dwipa' once reminded all of their "rendezvous with destiny," the personal obligation to rise above darkness through the singular powerhouse of the new world to jointly fulfill it—Democracy—lest false hope of vote casting in spite of oneself, thus, an ever inflating "plutocrat - underworld rat race" binary gap—notwithstanding emerging scientific "signs on the wall" of obvious "planetary immanence."

Bigwig Revenge

"Dark Swagger"

20 Million Industrialized "Thorns In The Side"

WWII breaks out exactly 19 years and 9 months following the ominous "economic consequences of peace" revelation of 1919.....

The philosopher began lecturing the lost conservative cause to future generations of the then-unbending isolationists around WWII—lest "ancient thorn in the side urban legend!" in the way of grace and Glory prophesized by "the Other" self-conquered dark swagger that can summon the "demonic nature"—lurking survival instinct—of anyone granted an audience, be they proud aristocrat or aspiring peasant, not least the former heritage conservatives withstanding neither holy blesses the Patriarch of the West thereunder nor stocks to join or properties to rope the promised land thereto.

Capitalism 3.0 : Fiat Currency - Modern-day Economics

The 3rd Industrial Revolution

Pretext:
Clash of The Titans - "Proactive" Big vs. Reactive Small Government

On the heels of WWII aftermath, a new way of looking at a monetary system that can be plugged in to conveniently control the "big-picture economy"—atop what "out of thin air" the now well-formalized banking industry constantly flood the market—arises from the clash between the two prevailing schools of economic thought. A new line is drawn in the sand to clearly distinguish a suddenly disruptive "macro" economic-political "proactive structure"—i.e., something governments never had before, albeit "big"—from the classical legacy: the pioneer of modern macroeconomics that argued against the harsh reparations decades ago now rallying on a big progressive idea, versus the proponent economist rallying "small government" policies on the classic Conservative ideology of free markets and "fiscal responsibility,'' i.e., limited government involvement and optimal individual freedom, arguing against an alternative path in the opposite direction to guaranteed ever three-folding government spending, budget deficits, and debt accumulation; thus, the likes of economic instability and inflation that chips away at individual freedoms. On the alternative path, an immensely useful "inconvertible legal tender by decree."

Seemingly "apples and oranges" and unpopular initially, pitching short-term necessities of war-torn aftermath against long-term peacetime applications, until "urban legend long-term peace time utility!" gradually strike a cord with politician—an emerging economic idea to set everything on an entirely different, fast-tracking path with "unlimited government spending" by detachment from anything tangible with intrinsic value on the far opposite end to the current gold standard on the economic spectrum, not least fiscal responsibility.

Seemingly naive, on the other hand, given the by-then over-century-old democracy, to "think for a second" any long-term peace time utility of such a thing wouldn't lay by the heels of populistic "democratic temptations," notwithstanding "temporary utility" was clearly specified of a tool to be turned on and off at will: on for economic downturns and off for economic upswings, to balance out a helpless market.

As all would learn one day, when the first world eventually embraces a permanent macro version down the road, the other would be proven "on the money" time and over again like "a broken record," albeit "turned a blind eye" in the name of progress and growth. All be both undeeded, yet, prescient amidst the clash—lest "the common key distinction" therein: any government's "institutional integrity," thus, top-down or bottom-up thereby, notwithstanding conflicting "Democracy.".....

Brenton Woods

Conservative Peg

On the heels of WWII aftermath concurrent the groundbreaking proposal is a new international monetary system by a progressive economist under a progressive president adopted in lieu to peg 44 currencies to that of the superpower's of which remains the only one pegged to gold at a fixed rate—bearing the responsibility and strain of maintaining gold convertibility—as the steward of global economic recovery and long-lasting stability—alongside the establishment of two new global institutions, the World Finance and the World Bank, to oversee post-war monetary assistance and long term economic development, respectively.

The Golden Age of Capitalism

The philosopher remained active through the peak of the second golden age, one of a typical livelihood where every family enjoy affordable groceries and energy and kids see their dad go to work and get back home in time for dinner everyday while their mom overlooks the household to take care of everything.

The Middle Class Dream

Mid 20th Century Mr Riley: 
"Dream big and work hard - it'll come true, regardless of background or heritage!"

Taxi Driver: 
"The opportunity to advance economically and socially is equal for all with freedom!"

The Philosopher:
"There's rapid economic growth, rising wages, and homeownership along with affordable access to stable jobs an education for everyone!"

Progressive Abandonment

The End of Golden Ages

The Age of Fiat Gold

By the fourth century ending of his "our in other lands," nevertheless, the conservatives abandon the gold standard—their golden baby—as the 44 allies had been aggressively depleting its gold reserves while the World Finance and the World Bank had together successfully established a global standard of "3 developmental stages" to categorically identify a nation's developmental status based on its "Gross National Income," notwithstanding centuries of "out of thin air" scrutiny, announcing publicly to "temporarily" suspend the convertibility in light of a floating exchange rate system that hinges the value of everything, entirely, on its superpower credibility.

In the age of interminable fiat money for old rope to befall—most opportunely and ironically, when no one but "developed nations" can access free money—knowingly or not at the time, "fiscal responsibility" would soon be completely erased from the playbook and replaced by something of the opposite nature, whereby, not restoring the golden baby again once the storm clears and things have stabilized—i.e., effectively turning off the "macro tool" to balance things out—would be a complete "180" on the very credo that defines the conservative identity beyond heritage conservation—i.e., "black gold that supposedly founded everything." Of the two opposing alternatives, it had always been the trusted one to "live by the sword, and die by the sword:" 'Use taxpayer's money wisely and never overspend!', thereby a fiscal hardliner worthy of the name. The move wouldn't only tell apart conservatives as the party of "black gold on steroids" on the global stage but would also see, ironically, the value of gold gold on a skyrocketing trajectory concurrent immanent joint-stock expanse—both first-rate boosts for credibility, neither one anything in and of itself that bad beyond the joint stock company or planetary immanence if it weren't for positively correlating ever three-folding inflation.....

Following shortly thereafter; the end of the Cold War, as "Third Rome" dissolves and Tsars, or "Caesars," become presidents; the rise of the digital revolution, and Neocolonialism.

All par for the inflating course following the abandonment, kids now see their mom take up a job, too, one at first, and then two, having both parents get home late and exhausted from longer and longer days for shrinking pay. Dinner together as a family is a special occasion, as everyone eventually starts "carrying more than their share" to make ends meet, including the kids themselves, sooner than what they would otherwise prefer for their own good. Everyone suffers at the grocery store and the pump as there is no way around the black gold necessity for anyone that needs to get around. A really puzzling development to anyone at the time, given all that "out of thin air" stuff going around for old rope. Perhaps, someone "back to the future" had once shed light on it.....

21st century Mr Riley:
"I wait atop a mountain gold,
My coffers deep in, bottomless though untold.
Of grand rivers flow, for old ropes sold,
To the lush I go, for poor souls to behold."
"What am I?"

Renaissance man:
"Oh Blimey! There's plenty to go around here..... So, something over the wild blue yonder!"

21st century Mr Riley:
"I only flow about the motherland!" .....
"Hold on..... Actually, you're right, but not for centuries!"

Renaissance man:
"Oh, dearie me!"

Surely, no one would have ever posed such a riddle before, certainly not in the Renaissance. Yet, the three-folding inflation has somehow managed to "take the back seat" to the ongoing arcane "tree-hugger witch hunt" that's been gaining popularity in the polls—notwithstanding Le Chatelier's "principle for chemical systems," one only whispered in name amongst conservative maesters in ancient keeps—lest game-changing existential threat of runaway climate change. In the age of gold haven to befall, any climate tip on a rainy day would be restored naturally—on a sanctuary inflated out of thin air.....

The Cap 3.0 "Double Whammy!"

New World Financial Industry

2nd "Out Of Thin Air" Depression

Another miracle supervenes bimillennium eve to close the most glorious 500 years to-date on a bang—by all joint-stock appearances: a Banking Act by the Progressives passes with strong bipartisan support, though heavily lobbied by proponents, purportedly, albeit commercial banks waiting to pounce with investment bank and insurance company consolidations to use consumer deposits, on top of that "out of thin air," for the banks' own speculations. In the following Golden Banking Era, commercial banks would gamble on real estate, among other things, to inflate a bubble so vast to transfer the wealth from all elite non-financial sectors to a new consolidated financial industry with ever three-folding profits, salaries, and bonuses—unprecedented as far back as anything ever recorded in human history—notwithstanding Wall Street becomes the "casino" of the modern world, and, like any, the house always wins.

Progressive Black Gold

A couple years the trimillennium therein, the conservatives retaliate an ambush then "take their eyes off the ball" to chase a black gold peddler "down the wrong rabbit hole," notwithstanding their old peddling partner's "urban legend Wacky Multitasking Device!"—albeit a 6-trillion water balloon for a three-way black gold toss up on a broken rollercoaster, and the rise of the peddler's disbanded army.

2. The simple present......

The Age of Joint-Stock Debt Traps in Planetary Wastelands and The Untold Toy Story.

✓ Joint-Stock Debt Trapped
✓ The iCoin
✓ NextGenry Wasteland
✓ NextGen Utopia
✓ Ancient Toy Story, Untold
✓ Bimillennium Tipping Point
✓ Trapped Singular Trade

Positive Correlation

It's the bimillennium turn early 21st century with the seeds of triangular wealth in full blossom; the onset of another dark age on the heels of a globalized 'joint-stock wealth - national debt' positive correlation and its ever three-folding binary gap mainly in the so-called "first world." The total global debt having reached over 300 trillion and soaring quickly, including corporate and household debts on top of the government's national debt, nearly two thiirds is owed by developed countries—despite a "500 year head start." Notwithstanding, neither the last nail in the coffin to the current climate tipping point nor the existential threat to befall would be man's biggest "elephant in the room"—something not in the least anything anyone would ever "own up to," not even in a "hedging" or "softening phrase".....

Renaissance Legacy

Notwithstanding, the name's become a spelling variation of English, the music of the modern world, thanks to cap 2.0—the newfangled competitive landscape for natural selepction that no one can live without—and the 'BT-DT' T-shirt from the head start geek inscribing millennia in the making, thereon notwithstanding the greatest scientific breakthroughs and technological advancements anyone could have ever hoped for that spring into life with unprecedented pursuits of happiness, population expansion, and life expectancy.

Urban Legend

Mr Riley: "If you had invested just M1,000 in 'Orange' stocks 10 years ago, your investment value would be worth around M10,000 today. That's a tenfold for doing absolutely nothing and you don't even have to use your own money!"

Mrs B: "Goodness! So, how many did it? And, who were they?" .....

The Stock Exchange is the most progressive catalysis man will ever create—laying the very natural selection by the heels of the competitive landscape, thus, the inflated livelihood of everything. Any good idea with promising profit will be progressed as an imperative "first conditional"—end of discussion. It's the most beautiful thing the life of Riley has ever experienced—granted a "G" sitting around to gamble. For those toiling the binary underworld, it's an entirely different story—try getting in on some of that "out of thin air stuff everyone's talking about" with "insufficient collateral" and three mouths to feed to make ends meet, not in the least knowing which one to bet on.

Beyond Renaissance

The farthest end of the world now lies the "undisputed bankruptcy champion of the planet" characteristic "beyond the Renaissance"—albeit a top-5 richest country of the world a mere century ago. Abundant resources, precious metals and commodities, a thriving stock market, and a well educated population were once common things in its heyday.

During its 16th - early 19th century colonization by a Renaissance motherland half the world away, it was exploited, like any, through agricultural and resource extraction, trade monopoly and control, forced labor, cultural and religious domination, and land appropriation as part of a broader colonial strategy of enriching the motherland, no more, no less.

Extraction

Having gained independence in the 19th century, the descendants of settlers and immigrants from the motherland that became the ruling social order formed a new nation on "the joint-stock urban legend!" prominent at the time and established a Stock Exchange shortly thereafter. Significant economic growth ensued shortly where it quickly became one of the wealthiest globally until around early 20th century, notwithstanding overwhelming foreign colonial investments through available financial markets into protocol industrial sectors for extraction, namely mass transport infrastructure alongside precious metals and commodities—an ingenious new "neo-colonial urban legend with next to no three-fold stick requirement!"—albeit wealth generated to never trickle down to anything but successfully repatriated or reinvested in sectors controlled by foreign interests.

The joint stock hindsight: "since it was founded, the elites had been seizing its money and taking it abroad," reckons a respected local guru. "The property class often behaved like foreigners towards their compatriots particularly in the 20th century," i.e., during its heyday. "After a phase of unbriddled lending and a bubble burst, major banks went bust and the stock market collapsed. Governments had to take on staggering debts to save the economy." "When times are bad," he continues with a present imperative, "the public pay the debts of the elite. But when times are good, the wealthy keep the profits for themselves." Notwithstanding the debt trap, the binary gap overwhelmed everything and triggered a global chain reaction.

The long-term impact today: "What remains of a state drowning its own debt is left for everyone to see. Here, the poorest fend for themselves and have to rely on charity or handouts to survive."

Biddings beyond Renaissance aside, progressives and conservatives since antiquity have both conserved the social fabics of their own, not least those that toil away on their behalf, unless, of course, someone else writes them off by and as something else, "neoconically." Joint stock companies didn't just play a key role in domestic enterprises, in single-handed the transcended an empire by enhancing and enriching the entire motherland. Enriched benefactors thereby pooled their resources locally where the central power lscked, be it to build a canal, a bridge, or any infrastructure that could lead to a variety of commercial and industrial purposes within local communities. The rich as well as the middle class "ponied up" what they had to spare while the poor without the means chipped in with their "elbow grease" for the well-being and livelihood of everyone. The "trailblazing" business structure allowed for "pooling of capital and risk-sharing" for promising domestic joint venturers and trade—otherwise impossible without everyone "pulling their weight"—not least those enriched.

500-Year Head Start

Five centuries and two golden ages have passed since the triangular founders discovered the heights to tread forth upon never less thereunder; the world is now flooded with cheap money from global fiscal irresponsibility. Unimaginable wealth from two consecutive gildest super ages and a 500-year head start—after stripping the world to a capesized scale—has somehow managed to evade treasury and vanish amidst stocks exchanges. Throughout the period of alternating world orders and peaks and troughs of market rates until today, one magic coin has always guaranteed interminable labor and ROI: popularized "reported inflation" and the disguised tenfold "real inflation"—an "iCoin" of two 'i' faces known by upper binary economists as "the secret of wealth that must never be named." Notwithstanding one face in particular, the first world is left with the likes of debts that cannot be paid off without "Ponzi spending schemes" of evermore borrowing to pay off ever three-folding debts; the likes of which lead to "Ponzi progress"—advancement as the only alternative to ruination—where less and less leftovers actually go into any meaningful infrastructure or production of real goods, let alone any social fabrics thereon. To make a stakeholder extremely wealthy, the rest rat race unnder trillions in debt to hang on "at the end of the rope" to an ever three-folding threefold stick and real inflation, stripped natural resources, and crumbling infrastructures amidst ever three-folding Everests of 2000 acre-50 million ton-250 year "half-life" landfills of non-biodegradables, notwithstanding interminable lines in abandoned chartered territories beyond the Renaissance—transcontinental; the likes of debts that can completely undermine hard-earned progress through two consecutive golden ages.

Singular Trade, The Rise

Contrary to what urban legend might suggest, notwithstanding, it's always been "as plain as a pikestaff;" neither in its right mind on the best day nor restoring the golden baby would capitalism ever go for such a thing in and of itself, nor even should debt continue three-folding to eroded credibiliy, not in the least that such restoration would at all be possible. While "the unturned stone" is whispered in nostalgia behind closed doors, the default path for the incumbent to remain popular has always been in stakeheld binary at the debt of everything else since the progressive era, and, seemingly, will always be until singular trade matures—lest its own speculation.

Capitalism 4.0 : Loyal Capitalism

The Singular Golden Age — Affordability and Inclusivity

The 4th Industrial Revolution — The Beginning

In post-binary singular trade, supposedly, when there aren't so many ever three-folding stakeholding mouths to feed, a contender can turn things around with half the debt and surpass the incumbent overnight. Suddenly, when quality is cheap and affordable like it's meant to be, there's so much left for governmenta and businesses and people to work with without incurring insurmountable ever three-folding debts. The game of attaining a good quality of life, all of a sudden, becomes something accessible and sustainable for anyone and everyone to get involved and be included—notwithstanding immanent economic reset, i.e., fundamental shift in economic principles away from "stakeheld capitalism"—with an "empowered consumption" of meaningful choices; thanks to affordability and inclusivity. While binary incumbents can't seem to come up with any new meaningful idea without feeding everything to the stakes and widening the gap—hamstrung by heritage and legacy thereby—the new singular those get a taste of "that urban-legend middle class dream everyone's been talking about" and chips away at innovation.

Interminable Sacrifice

New Moral Authority

A false equivalency it may seem, i.e., the moral authority of capitalism versus that of singular trade, notwithstanding the conservatives always jump to the "apples and oranges" offense as if any successful joint stock company that ever existed somehow managed to "put its feet up" without government hand out and blanket, much less the very first of its kind. Perhaps, it does explain how a superpower manages to "shoot itself in the foot" and fall behind after raking in as much as two golden ages with grand rivers flowing for old ropes on demand, albeit left to identity drifter's device. In the superlative world of progress, when the mysterious, labor-capital super-intensive entrepreneurial spirit of great Renaissance lays by the heels of legacy heritage, that heritage will one day become your "Achilles heel"—as the "gift that keeps on giving" on a sacrificing class keeps on taking when "the wheels come off"—notwithstanding the former lure of souly bestowed chosen ones caparable not, ironically, to proto-celestial socialist; albeit left "biting the dust" of singular clean energy, clasping to the bosom the little understood or questioned legacy of its massively subsidized, yet, comparably ever three-folding black gold costs—lest elusive, last of the three key pillars to synchronize the first-ever singular competitive landscape under AI: the ubiquitous "Internet of Things (IoT)"—the advancement and amalgamation of telecommunications, logistics, and energy—notwithstanding the most ancient and longest trade route in the history of man since the time of antiquity, empowering everyone in a singular world of one giant inclusive economy; the rise of a new singular, transglobal, moral superpower thereto.

Renaissance Entrepreneurship Debunked

Like the pedestrian millennia preceding it, nothing would have ever been innovated without cap 1.0; whereas there wouldn't have ever been any cap to begin with thereunder without ingenious triangular innovations that bent the laws of nature to "Optimus capacity" geometry. The classic chicken and egg "catch-22" has it, though, proven time and over again despite the gas light of what heritage benefactors suggests, i.e., "those who rule with all the splendor of earthly display and luxury"—that, somehow, the cart came before the horse. It isn't so much that nothing ever comes before the height to tread forth upon, never less, but, rather, that it may or may not come thereafter, altogether; you could have the best idea in the world and get absolutely nowhere without systemic support while, vice versa, entrepreneurs of the very superpower proclaiming the entrepreneurial spirit of great Renaissance will repeatedly fumble at the 20-yard line without it, notwithstanding the many other not-so-good ideas that become reality from conducive competitors. Mass consumption by urban legend, the macro numbers game where so many have to fail for a very few, God knows who, to break through, notwithstanding the recent epitome in batteries to "go after your dreams." Starting out a mere 7-employee some 20 years ago, it has surpassed all the global tech giants to employ tens of thousands producing the best of the modern day; transforming singular trade under the ethos, "above integrity, is loyalty"—lest every stake to themselves.

Left-Left

As they soon discovered, without "fiscal responsibility," a so-called conservative is reduced to no more than a "heritage-legacy" progressive that knowingly and interminably advances "the status quo" at the demise of entrepreneurship—i.e., at the price of everything else. In other words, without fiscal responsibility, there is no such thing as "a conservative party."

Notwithstanding the casual eye on the geopolitical stage, the so-called first world is a balanced Left-Right under a Middle-Right superpower, rather than the warmongering central-left that it is, whatever a modern "left" alludes to, having all "socialists" now a thriving stock market—not least with comparatively miniscule national debt.

Drill Baby Drill

"Drill baby drill!" is the present day rallying cry at conservative national conventions—even when it's as clear as day the "black gold urban legend!" is well past the heydays of what it's worth to never see the likes of glory of the second golden age that it had brought to an end ever again. Since the progressive abandonment over half a century ago, the so-called conservatives haven't simply taken their eyes off the ball on too many fronts in the name of chasing after black gold down "the right" rabbit hole—in pursuit of their heritage advancement—but have also given rise to too many game-changing opportunity costs that would have otherwise developed a "singular" energy source for everyone—a cleaner, safer, and cheaper one—something that has come to be and enjoyed by everyone else around the world by another "bona fide singular superpower" that rose to the occasion. While competing in this new "singular competitive landscape" on black gold now would be an impossible pursuit of happiness for no one else, to "Drill baby drill!" they rally.

Earth for Black Gold

The Stock Exchange is the most progressive catalysis man will ever create—end of discussion. Yet, there is no place to stand amongst the conservatives in this present world for anyone that prioritizes "conserving Earth," not even traditional values to maintain the social fabrics of the people. Eternal black gold and joint stock performance supersedes everything else in the neocon world, where the heritage progressives in "conservative" clothing are out conserving nothing but their own heritage on the entirely different frame of reference to what the traditional fiscal concervative would go by—i e., by definition not only a Progressive, but the superlative always leapfrogging into the future through an "apoptotic" frame of reference even when that ultimately leads to destruction of the very organism to which it itself survives, i.e., ironically—the divine's creation; their Garden of Eden. "Existential threat won't happen for another 5,000 years," according to an honest, scientific grand maester of the ancient conservative keep, i.e., when the living conditions on the planet become a threat to any life trying to live on it—lest not "Exodus" itself, but rather the immediate trespassing of the threshold of no return, notwithstanding planetary livelihood on downward spiral to the existential "reckoning" rounding the bend. "Bottom line," we have 5,000 more years on this planet and that's it if we don't change now. The other 97% of progressive scientists, seemingly ironic, would say we have a whole lot less than 500 years to not only find a new home but also a way to get the fortunate fewest there safely—lest our real existential threat.

The Last Frontier

Early trimillennium, a "conservative" course of action into the future was offered by "the bona fide Patriarch of the left" to use black gold to bridge present time black gold dependency to energy independence in the foreseeable future. Nearly two decades down the road, the neocons are more than ever the last thing standing between conserving Earth and reverting back to unthinkable glory of "their past."

3 Marks

Notwithstanding, neither ever three-folding national debt, nor real inflation, nor joint stock company imminence, all be they on the brink of a planetary ecological-economical co-evolutionary tipping point at once; is man's biggest elephant in the room—lest ancient "three marks of existence," scientifically identified today, in part, as "consciousness;" the ever-changing and dissatisfying bod, thus, the subjective, delusional being, albeit ever-populistic—the three parts of any whole thereby, ironically, so help 'me' God—lest ancient "devil's three temptations," i.e., bread-wine, power, and worldly recognition, hoodwinking the desire to be noble—albeit artificial advancements thereto, notwithstanding the one "the mysterious path" thereon.....

Untold

Wherefore hangs the pluperfect tale of the first prophets' metaphysical advancement-happiness (Aha!) "middle path" thereon notwithstanding a naturally advancing conscience; the mindfully withstanding outcome-based common sense that had been gaslit from the very beginning for interminable "dispersing tendencies of the concupiscent soul," thus, the establishment staking on the marginalized rest—shaping the unhinged destiny to self-interest, at best—interminably reaping artificial rewards, albeit overborne to a fault an immanently inflated misery thereon.....

NextGen Utopia

Natural "Rich" Selection Debunked

It's been over 500 years since Genesis and the direct beneficiaries of "the height to tread forth upon," nevertheless, one that would have miscarried them thereunder without; put their name to nothing of the sort. The advancement today has come about solely by the traits of their superior origins tracing directly back to the Neanderthals and their own ingenuity. Exposed to nothing beyond the life of Riley on joint stocks of the forefathers from centuries ago, what's been passed down through hundreds of years of multiple generations is now the "holy grail" eagerly pursued by all and closely guarded with a threefold stick in a nextgen wealth utopia, disconnected from the post-triangular ending after the apocalyptic world "beyond the Renaissance" that justified the means of today. In this post-colonial Utopia, yet, the properties that one owns defines who they are as a person. Those condemned by heritage thus never get on the path to own themself or earn anything and sizes everyone up by their toys. Those of no material beauty, the ones that would never buy 'Orange' in this lifetime, are simply "not giving their all." The direction the world advances is now controlled by one of the two categorically different people from this overarching, systemic binary in a Garden of Eden with infinitely abundant natural resources and clean habitable climate; the sky's the limit for anyone that would do so much as dream and work hard.

From a time of no fast systems of spelling rules, the mainstream pronunciation of 'Inglish' is the same today.

3. The pluperfect future.....

Gaslight

Throughout history since before the Romans through the triangular takeoff about 500 years ago, "the clear line in the sand" as we look back had always been drawn between heritage-progressive atheists and heritage-conservative theists, the gaslight then being the ancient urban legend messiah figure. Notwithstanding, the line gets blurred from time to time. The best progressives are conservative first and the best conservatives are progressive when its for everyone. Since the transformative political reform on the heels of the glorious battle and reconstruction era, however, the line has become so blurry it's now the most confusing gaslight to all that encounters for generations to come. In the war, who were actually the progressives and who were the hardliner conservatives? Who were the atheists and whoล were the theists, and how did they go about things as such? What did they stand for? Did they switch back and forth? Most important of all, how important is it actually? The contrast of the binary revision from the original singular vision has become the way everything we do and have today comes about. Yet, given the different height to tread forth upon, progressives in time have apparently become post-discovery conservatives approaching immanent joint stock expanse and the establishments "with a grain of salt" while the conservatives have reversed roles to discovery-age everexchgngegressive proponents of the stock exchange, having remained devouted fiscal responsibility champions earlier on before reverting to, ironically, the Neocons—new world conservatives—together, making up a superpower that always leans right without a left, i.e., the classic political view of public properties and wages, only, without publicly sanctioned joint stocks. Or, is it vissa versa—progressives that don't know they're conservative is arguing for rather conservative things against conservatives that don't know they're progressive arguing for rather progressive things. Perhaps, the latter believes so because it goes to church while the former thinks so because it doesn't? What about separation of church and state, then? What makes up a conservative or progressive politician when fiscal responsibility is no longer policy? And, what is their take on the devil's three temptations? Do they deviate their personal salvation?

Believe Them

"When someone shows you who they are, believe them," says a classic 20th-century idiom paraphrase. The symbol of one's true nature and intentions is their consistent action and behavior, notwithstanding the face value of words or appearance. Yet, should the abstract point to who that someone thinks they are, what then could be made of the representation when they may or may not actually know what who they think they are really is? If the idiom rings true, such consistency should be the only thing we go by—lest anything else let on. To sidestep misrepresentation, you might as well be deaf and stick to an honest resume.....

Man, Not Gun

Staunch Conservative:

Man have knife; man use. Man no have; man no do. Man have power, rules, spaceship, two extra large pizzas; man use, man follow, man go, man chow down. Man advances upon the environment with what it has.

We are fiscally responsible, never overspend, and die by the sword. We focus on today, the future always works itself out. Rules are there to follow. We advance with old-new win-win. The team is as strong as its weakest link. No one is left behind. We always conserve what we have, make do with it, and never jump ship. Be careful what you put or don't put out there, for nature selects from the competitive landscape as so.

It's never the man. It's the gun.

Staunch Progressive:

Man have no knife; man make, man use. Man no have something, man find, man build. It either advances as far as its legacy allows, or, beyond with what it creates, and survives. Advancement is man's second nature; the first thing from womb, the most natural thing to tomb.

Everything today is based on the future.
Debt incurment is the productive path to a better future. Old-new win-win is impossible. "Some thing's gotta give." We jump ship to advance. Rules are there to be broken. Adapt to what is or isn't put out there, for nature selects from the competitive landscape as so.

It's never the gun. It's the man.

Neocons:

We're heritage progressives that popularize conservatism.

iNglish Life Lessons

Progress may or may not be successful, depending on technique. Good things may or may not come by progressing, depending on conservative values. Bad things happen when we don't understand them, after the gaslight of progress disguised to remain popular.

To learn in life, "You have to be in it to win it," though "Be careful what you wish for" with a double-edged sword. The supernatural always cuts backwards into a black hole when you're not aware, whereby people and resources, particularly money, disappear without trace. "Apply" knowledge and learn from mistakes, as "Insanity expects different results from doing the same thing over and over again," notwithstanding, "Best things often come by mistake on the whole, and the worst especially."

The iNglish 'i'

Steve Jobs associated the 'i' in 'iPhone' with the 'internet,' among other inspiring things. Whereas, eNglish is the inference of three big 'i's in iNglish: 'integrity,' 'intelligibility,' and 'interest;' another set of eyes for faring forth fairly to follow fun money beyond gaslights to capitalism 3.0—conscience capitalism—the world is what we buy—we will have "put money where the mouth is" amidst the ubiquitous Internet of Things, shaping destiny on a deadline with stakes hinging inflation and the tipping point to a balanced scale, at least—lest heavily underpinning conscience; the rise of a synergizing moral authority.

~THE N~

"There you have it, the three biggest birds with one of the oldest stones on the planet. Having come out on autonomous learning necessity and receptive academia on either side, I thought it only appropriate we be identifiable by a tag that tells tip of the spear capacities of today's world, yet."

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