“We’re All In This Together”  by Dr. Dinar


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We’re All In This Together    by Dr. Dinar

So, here we are, new Month of a new year…….And we’re still broke and waiting.

How can that be. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

For those of you that have been around for a good number of years I’m sure you’ll remember the feeling of praying that your IQD order would arrive in time.

After all, we only had a couple few short days before the RV was gonna “pop” and you’d hate to miss out on such a “once in a lifetime, too good to be true” event simply because the Fed Ex driver threw your package on the wrong porch.

Even worse, some of the rumors floating around back then painted a horrifying picture of a convoy of Fed Ex drivers pullin’ a mutiny, driving their trucks overflowing with dinar deliveries straight down the Overseas Highway to Key West, grabbin’ hold of their Pirate’s Booty shortly before scramblin’ aboard a fast boat to the Bahamas, never to be seen nor heard from again.

Fortunately for all of us, that super scary scenario never materialized.

Just as the “this RV is gonna pop in the next two weeks” rumor window never came true. Just another rumor.

Was this our formal introduction to the RV Rumormill? Looking back, as it turns out I guess you could say it was.

Did we recognize it at the time? Nope. We just thought it was someone’s way too overactive imagination, once again, running away with them. Or with our IQD as it were.

Which, for the most apart, was easily understandable.

I mean, there we were. A bunch of regular everyday folks from all walks of life, perhaps 1% of us at most having any prior experience dealing with foreign currency at any level, expecting to turn a thousand dollars into millions.

Talk about insane, we were pretty much the default Poster Children for insanity.

In fact, back then I’ll bet you could check the internet for the definition of the word lunatic and chances are you’d see a photo of a typical Dinarian.

Or as we were so affectionately known to the higher-ups back then, a Toothless Crackhead.

 Sure, you could  say we were totally gullible but we couldn’t avoid being lured in by people that claimed to know someone high up that we didn’t know nor had any hopes of knowing.

Someone that supposedly knew someone who really knew something secret about something we’d never know anything about.

But it’s not like we were waiting outside a Casino in Reno, hoping to get invited in to join an exclusively elusive Group. Now THAT would be insane.

Okay, so yeah, we were pretty much fish in a barrel, waiting for the gun to go off.

Add to that most of us being completely surrounded by a sea of naysaying Wives, Brother in Law’s, Cousins, Barbers, Gardeners, Hairdressers, Baristas, you name it, all of them thinking we should be locked up in a nearby random Rubber Room because we’d obviously lost our minds.

Therefore it was easily understandable that an inmate or two had flown the Cuckoo’s Nest and somehow managed to get such an unbelievable rumor bouncing around in Dinarland.

However, what we didn’t know was just how prevalent the rumors would come to be.

Not to mention each one out to outdo the current level of insanity, taking the extreme to new and never before seen heights.

In the beginning it was all Iraq, all the time. And so you’d think they’d eventually run out of “stuff” to blab about. But oh how wrong you’d be in thinking such a thing.

From Maliki’s relentlessly moronic monkey business to Talibani’s having a heart attack and being flown to Germany one day, only to be spotted playing a quick 18 holes with Allawi, Barzani and Shabibi at Baghdad Country Club the next day, it was easy to see there was nowhere these Rumorians were afraid to tread.

Nothing was off limits for them. After all, they had a ready-made audience starving for camel crumbs, ready, willing, and able to devour what few nuggets came floating their way.

Again, easily understandable because for the majority of us Iraq was like the lost city of Atlantis.

A place we’d all heard of, hoping it existed, but for 98% of us a place that only existed on our computer monitors and TV screens.

What we did have was hope. Faith. Believing that as ridiculous as some of the rumors were, we still had to believe that Iraq was real.

Therefore the RV was real as well.

And based on our research (since we had plenty of time to do lots of research), Iraq was indeed real.

Even if most of the “stories” emanating from the Green Zone weren’t.

As time went on, the GCR digging in and getting some traction, they continually turned up the rumor wick, creating some of the most “off the wall” rumors you can imagine.

It was almost as if they’d hired a team of Hollywood screenwriters (which, come to think of it, was another rumor floating around at the time) to constantly keep the World of Confusium well fed.

With each new Country and currency added to the “baskets”, along came a fresh supply of hopium to keep all of Dinarleand overflowing with insanity.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any crazier, there was an Alien Clone Prepper wearing a gold tie holding a fringeless New Republic flag waiting just around the next corner, anxious to prove you wrong.

That has been the one constant in all of this. The constant rumors.

We’ve always been told that as we near the end of this journey we’d see a decrease in the amount of currency available for purchase.

We’ll never really know if that’s true or not. And to be honest, it would take an awful lot for me to believe it anyway.

But one thing we’ll never see is any decrease in the creative minds constantly conjuring up more rumors for us to run on.

Why would they stop. It’s the fool… oops, I mean “fuel” of Dinarland.

Continually keeping everyone looking over here, while the real going’s-on will always remain over there.

Behind the curtain, never to be known by us regular folks.

And if it’s in the news, it’s only because it’s either already happened or it’s what they want you to believe is happening.

Nothing whatsoever to do with what we want to know.

Regardless of who or what you believe, as crazy as it may seem, at the end of the day the one “dependable” we can all depend on is our belief in the RV/GCR scenario and its eventually fruitful outcome.

While we may not know the rate or date, nor the “how” it’s all going to play out, one thing we do know is that there’s someone else out there that shares our thoughts and beliefs, as well as our perseverance. Which is huge.

And they’re willing to go the distance, just as we are.

Isn’t it somehow strangely comforting to know there’s another 5 million or so people in the world heading in the same direction, equally as insane as you are.

It is for me, that’s for sure.

I’d hate to think I’m gonna be alone in that Rubber Room.

Hang in there folks, we’re all in this together and we’re almost there.


Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I’m not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I a time traveler from the Twilight Zone. I’m simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I’m there at the finish line to enjoy it.