I’ve been busy touring with my niece and her new husband.  We got them married off here.  Been intermittent here, but I had to get this train out as a greeting card to everyone.  Busy holiday season.

Christmas train in a winter wonderland
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Bitcoin Futures Top $18,000, Soar 20% From Open – Halted for Second Time

LOL!  They seem to have a problem with the volatility.  Halted twice in first day of trading.  They’re riding a Tiger’s tail.

Remember… all this action is dollar denominated at the exchange, and the futures will not ‘wag the dog’ of BTC fundamental.  The ignorant comments from CNBC that this will kill bitcoin because now they can short it are…. ignorantly false.

Subject: OLD GOLFER

Russ Buttacovoli, an 80-year-old Italian goes to the doctor for a check-up.

The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks, ‘how do you stay in such great physical condition?’

I’m Italian and I am a golfer,’ says Russ, ‘and that’s why I’m in such good shape. I’m up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways.

I have a glass of vino, and all is well.’

“‘Well’ says the doctor, ‘I’m sure that helps, but there’s got to be more to it. How old was your Father when he died?

“Who said he was dead?”

The doctor is amazed. ‘You mean you’re 80 years old and your Father’s still alive. How old is he?’

‘He’s 100 years old,’ says Russ. ‘In fact he golfed with me this morning, and then we went to the topless beach for a walk and had a little vino and that’s why he’s still alive. He’s Italian and he’s a golfer, too.’

‘Well,’ the doctor says, ‘that’s great, but I’m sure there’s more to it than that. How about your Father’s Father? How old was he when he died?’

‘Who said my Nonno’s dead?’

Stunned, the doctor asks, ‘You mean you’re 80 years old and your grandfather’s still living! Incredible, how old is he?’

‘He’s 118 years old,’ says the Old Italian golfer.

The doctor is getting frustrated at this point, ‘So, I guess he went golfing with you this morning too?’

‘No, Nonno couldn’t go this morning because he’s getting married today.’

At this point the doctor is close to losing it. ‘Getting married? Why would a 118 year- old guy want to get married?’

‘Who said he wanted to?

I have nothing at stake but I have to tell you I am really interested to see what happens with Bitcoin now that it’s going to trade on the very corrupt futures market.

I expect it will probably do ok since it is backed by nothing – sort of like the fiat currencies of the world – however, if there is money to be stolen from Bitcoin holders I think it’s a safe bet that the vampire squid will figure out a way to steal it….

Just sayin’  🙂

Yes this all comes out before an election and setting up another bogus fight with the Demos trying to take the moral high ground for more obstructions. They also don’t want Moore’s votes in congress. Meanwhile we have people like Sessions who may have been good in the past but that day has apparently peaked and has done nothing to back the President like recusing himself when he didn’t have to and now we have more internal corruption. He appears to have became sadly a plantation politician. Meanwhile the identity politicians who cannot get a grip on what’s most important for our country preaching bogus statements about Moore. Perhaps they should explain what progressive means to them when you see them left and right segregating themselves s from the rest of society while complaining about it and just who’s gonna pay for expanding welfare and free college while killing more jobs. They need to start arresting these ANTIFA rioting and attacking people too. So much for progressive self segregation and domestic terrorism.

some of us are old enough to remember when the christmas tree had a star at the top.  now, the star has been displaced and the top billing goes to an angel.  i’ve always wondered about how things like this change, so i did some research on the subject.

it seems that one year in the early 1950’s – a few weeks before christmas, santa was having a hard time…

mrs. claus had p.m.s. and had been snapping at him for a couple days.   he hurried down to breakfast, where he found the toast was burned.  he spilled a little coffee on his beard, but was able to wipe most of it up.   not starting out well… he finished up breakfast as fast as he could and headed to the workshop.

at the workshop, the chief production elf told him that they had fallen behind schedule.  santa authorized the shift to work overtime  two hours a day until the load could be caught up.  the shop steward of the elven union agreed, but only  at time and a half.  santa realized he didn’t have any other good choices, so he signed off on the extra money and headed out to the reindeer shed to check on the livestock.

…it wasn’t good.  two of the reindeer were pregnant, and rudolph was drunk, which gave him a hint about how the pregnancies happened.  santa got on the phone to his neighbor and arranged to rent a couple  replacement deer.  maybe rudloph would straighten up in time, but he arranged for a back-up just in case.

that left the sleigh.  santa walked next door to the sleigh barn, and was pleased to see that there was already a sack of toys ready.  he tossed it into the cargo bin of the sleigh, only to find that the flooring of the bin had dry rot.  the sack fell right through onto the ground…

…at this point there was a knocking on the door of the barn.  when santa answered the door, he saw a beautiful little angel dragging a huge christmas tree.  “i’ve brought this year’s tree,” said the angel, “where do you want me to put it?”