Thoughts From Dr. Dinar: "The Beat Goes On"

The RV of the Iraqi dinar. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it. I mean, after all it’s not Rocket Science. Or is it.

Basically, the US invades another country under the guise of helping them eradicate a mean ol’ Dictator. For the betterment of all involved, of course.

And in order to do so, we must basically bomb them in to submission. Nab the bad guy. While we’re there we’ll ‘suggest’ that the UN slam a few sanctions down on them to keep them in order, deeming their currency to be basically worthless.

In fact, we might as well print up a bunch of new crazy colored currency for them while we’re waiting.
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Once they create a new government based on our ‘suggestions’, then we’ll once again ‘suggest’ that the UN release their shackles. Then we’ll replace their currently worthless currency with all that new crazy colored currency we just had printed for them (of which we just so happen to hold trillions of it in safe storage) and bring it back to its former glory.

And heck, since we’re there, we might as well grab a few barrels of oil on our way out. After all, they’ve got tons. Who’s even gonna notice.

Should only take a couple few years at most. We’ll be in and out of there before they even realize it. It’s a win/win for everybody. Sounds simple enough, right?

Well, it would have been had the rest of the world not found out about our little endeavor. Which added to the proposed timeline as well as added quite a few extra hurdles along the way. And with each new hurdle we jumped, there were two more in front of that one yet to be faced.

And as the clock continued to count down, more and more hurdles were added as each country wanted their piece of Camel Pie. To the point that the hurdles were coming faster than the clock was counting down. And the timeline was extended accordingly.

Which brings us to where we are today. Wherever that is. Regardless of whether you’ve been involved in this adventure for five weeks, five months or five years, you can’t help but begin to see a pattern. A method to the madness as it were.

A skipped deadline here, a thrown sandal there, a few hundred back walls along the trail long since forgotten. In essence, one step forward and two, maybe three or four steps backward. At least it appears that we’re continually sliding backwards but perhaps it’s all part of the plan. Yes, the Plan.

A plan laid out many Blue Moons ago. A plan that none of us are actually privy to but a plan nonetheless.

We’ve long heard rumors of the mysterious Marshall Plan, which according to Google does exist. And if it’s on the internet, then we KNOW it’s true. But at this point it feels a bit more like the My Not So Favorite Martian Plan than anything remotely close to a well thought out plan.

After all, they have to have a plan. Don’t they? I mean, they wouldn’t just fly by the seat of their pants, making up the rules as they go along. Or would they.

At this point, I’d hate to think that ‘they’ (the planners of the mysterious Plan) are that lame. But then again, if they truly are moving forward according to plan, I’d have a difficult time believing the Three Stooges couldn’t have come up with a better plan.

Perhaps the Terrific Trio refused to be paid for their consulting fees in anything other than RV’d dinar and that just didn’t fit the plan.

Or is part of the Plan in essence to make us oh so weary Dinarians think that there couldn’t possibly be a plan in place. No such thing as either Plan A or Plan B. Nor a Plan C, D, E or any other letter of the alphabet.

There couldn’t possibly be all of these constant delays, hitches, glitches, mistakes and unknown unknowns continually getting everyone and everything thrown off course at the drop of a turbin without there being a well thought out plan. Could there?

We’ve had numerous visits from ‘Gurus’, ‘Things’, ‘Contacts’, ‘Hats’ of various colors and uber reliable ‘Super Secret Sources’ along the way. All letting us know we’re oh so close to seeing an end to this journey in to the unknown. And yet, I don’t know about you but it continually seems to me like deja vu all over again.

As I began to dig a bit deeper in my questioning I seem to recall that I had these very same questions over half a decade ago. And even more astonishing, all of my questions were regarding nearly the exact same delays, hitches, glitches, excuses and mistakes. Could they possibly be part of the Plan?

The Contractors MUST BE PAID IN RV’d IQD before such and such a date or they walk. As I recall, they walked. Numerous times.

The GOI MUST BE PAID IN RV’d IQD or they stop governing.They supposedly didn’t get paid but they continued to work. Or at least they continued to take vacations while they thought about their next vacation when they would then think about working.

The IRAQI Army will stop marching UNLESS THEY GET PAID IN RV’d IQD. Well, they continued to march, despite only getting paid in USD. Go figure.

And don’t even get me going on the articles. We’ve all seen the same breadcrumb trail of articles for more years than can be counted.

Sure, they changed a few words here and there, even changed a few of the dates (if they remembered to) and pushed them out, one after another for all the newshounds to follow along on their paint by numbers canvas. Well played Super Secret Screenwriters, well played.

Back in the ol’ days, at least we had “The Future Of Iraq Project” as our guideline. Our ‘checklist’ as it were. But all that ended in June of 2011.

From then on it’s been a complete guessing game. And last time I checked, everybody had guessed wrong and like it or not, we’re basically still in the same place. Still guessing wrong. Yes, we’ve gained some ground but just how much ground is anybody’s guess.

My point in all this is to say that while so many things have changed and yes, I do believe we have made huge strides towards our goal of an RV of the IQD. At the same time, our ‘trail’ has grown exponentially.

Meaning we truly have no idea how long the trail really is. And whether or not it’s actually heading East to West as we’ve been told it is on oh so many Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays in the past.

But at the end of the day, one thing is for certain. The answers we seek are not in any Crystal Ball nor a Magic 8 Ball for that matter. Not even on a Ouija Board.