Entry Submitted by GK at 3:22 PM EST on November 8, 2020
I watched Ford versus Ferrari today. Although my good friend who died about a year and a half ago was a car guy, a racing fan, and would have LOVED this movie, I myself have never really cared about cars other than them starting.
I feel victorious when I buy a beater for $350 and it lasts years. I have been very lucky like that. My friend would point out a car on the road to me and be incredulous that I did not spot it or care. I was already thinking how much I missed him before watching the film.
Matt Damon plays Carrol Shelby and Christian Bale, plays Ken Miles. The casting was perfect. The story was very exciting, historical and bittersweet. I suspected the 14 year old son of Ken Miles, Peter Miles, was a major consultant to the respect given his father.
Knowing nothing about the subject matter of Ford, Ferrari and the Le Mans race, I was taken in by the excitement. I teared up at the end. I miss my friend Karl. I miss all the innovation of the 1960s and 70s, my era.
There was an exec in the Ford company whose own ego sabotaged the legend of Ken Miles and ain't that always the way? Reminds me of the many snakes in the media who can't live with being called out by DJT. Let's hope they get their grand comeuppance sooner than later.
I hear all the talk of the sting operation and my criticisms aren't that I find these hopeful fanciful reassurances as holy unlikely, but I resent every single diabolical detour from justice I have witnessed in almost 60 years. Justice is NOT that hard.
The devil keeps winning and laughing though. He dangles dollars or sex or some selfish gratification.
One thing I do resent is anyone around here whose first thought was, oh god there goes the RV.
If you are a decent person you would be thinking there goes justice against the Satanists and witches who rape and eat children.
Your riches mean nothing if your first thoughts are of those riches. Justice cannot be met by the end justifying the means. Subservience to collectivist agenda. The single prayer is what God hears. The decency of the individual knowing his or her weaknesses and imperfections but asking for help with being better people. Who knows what the whole damn church is praying.
When I watch a movie like this I often google the real story and all the details of the film coming together. I am thrilled by the process of movies and music. Even though I see the Tavistock influence in the Beatles and Stones and others from England, the Isle of Talmudic Babylon, I still am fascinated on the sounds created with 7 notes... add sharps and flats.
I am thrilled to surprise myself with sounds I make in my living room. As John Lennon said, he may not be the most skilled musician but give him a tuba and he will get something out of it. I have played dirty dishes and tic tac candies on tracks. The gift of noise.
But something that does give me pause is how many of these huge budget stories told in film give subtle tribute to masonic corporate good ol' boy, even devilish orders. It jumps out at me like the black and white checkered flags and floors and the number 33 and the ironic names like a racer named Miles. Always names too ironic or coincidental to dismiss.
Always reminding me to ask, how much of my perception of reality is a script by secret orders?
I watch James Bond films with similar detachment of the blueblood elite of the UK that still own our waterways. When I see that snakish BBC reporters telling us how to interpret the election results I sigh deeply and am saddened.
Played again.
I believe the Loch ness Monster may very well exist in the same way I think justice is possible. I have never seen it in my lifetime but hey... Maybe a good movie will make me think the serpent is real. We are watching a movie written by arrogant egos who want the movie to tell the lies the real people failed to. God knows.
He or she, if they exist, can't possibly be entertained by lies. Even the ones that appear to win the race.
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I watched Ford versus Ferrari today. Although my good friend who died about a year and a half ago was a car guy, a racing fan, and would have LOVED this movie, I myself have never really cared about cars other than them starting.
I feel victorious when I buy a beater for $350 and it lasts years. I have been very lucky like that. My friend would point out a car on the road to me and be incredulous that I did not spot it or care. I was already thinking how much I missed him before watching the film.
Matt Damon plays Carrol Shelby and Christian Bale, plays Ken Miles. The casting was perfect. The story was very exciting, historical and bittersweet. I suspected the 14 year old son of Ken Miles, Peter Miles, was a major consultant to the respect given his father.
Knowing nothing about the subject matter of Ford, Ferrari and the Le Mans race, I was taken in by the excitement. I teared up at the end. I miss my friend Karl. I miss all the innovation of the 1960s and 70s, my era.
There was an exec in the Ford company whose own ego sabotaged the legend of Ken Miles and ain't that always the way? Reminds me of the many snakes in the media who can't live with being called out by DJT. Let's hope they get their grand comeuppance sooner than later.
I hear all the talk of the sting operation and my criticisms aren't that I find these hopeful fanciful reassurances as holy unlikely, but I resent every single diabolical detour from justice I have witnessed in almost 60 years. Justice is NOT that hard.
The devil keeps winning and laughing though. He dangles dollars or sex or some selfish gratification.
One thing I do resent is anyone around here whose first thought was, oh god there goes the RV.
If you are a decent person you would be thinking there goes justice against the Satanists and witches who rape and eat children.
Your riches mean nothing if your first thoughts are of those riches. Justice cannot be met by the end justifying the means. Subservience to collectivist agenda. The single prayer is what God hears. The decency of the individual knowing his or her weaknesses and imperfections but asking for help with being better people. Who knows what the whole damn church is praying.
When I watch a movie like this I often google the real story and all the details of the film coming together. I am thrilled by the process of movies and music. Even though I see the Tavistock influence in the Beatles and Stones and others from England, the Isle of Talmudic Babylon, I still am fascinated on the sounds created with 7 notes... add sharps and flats.
I am thrilled to surprise myself with sounds I make in my living room. As John Lennon said, he may not be the most skilled musician but give him a tuba and he will get something out of it. I have played dirty dishes and tic tac candies on tracks. The gift of noise.
But something that does give me pause is how many of these huge budget stories told in film give subtle tribute to masonic corporate good ol' boy, even devilish orders. It jumps out at me like the black and white checkered flags and floors and the number 33 and the ironic names like a racer named Miles. Always names too ironic or coincidental to dismiss.
Always reminding me to ask, how much of my perception of reality is a script by secret orders?
I watch James Bond films with similar detachment of the blueblood elite of the UK that still own our waterways. When I see that snakish BBC reporters telling us how to interpret the election results I sigh deeply and am saddened.
Played again.
I believe the Loch ness Monster may very well exist in the same way I think justice is possible. I have never seen it in my lifetime but hey... Maybe a good movie will make me think the serpent is real. We are watching a movie written by arrogant egos who want the movie to tell the lies the real people failed to. God knows.
He or she, if they exist, can't possibly be entertained by lies. Even the ones that appear to win the race.
______________________________________________________
If you wish to contact the author of any reader submitted guest post, you can give us an email at UniversalOm432Hz@gmail.com and we'll forward your request to the author.
______________________________________________________
All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2020 Dinar Chronicles
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