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The Realm of Computation. The Anglo Economy that is in many ways a German economy loses compression every time the benefits of any citizens are not paid. We lose sales. We lose people We face losing hegemony in our own economy in the presence of many fully funded foreigners who video English people dying on English streets. This is not good for English/ Canada team identity. This is the identity issue or identity complex. Soon German will be taught in grade schools with French and English with basic trigonometry ( solve for missing angle in a polygon or a triangle) taught from Grade 1 or Grade 2. The "no recession" economy involves guaranteed ensured unconditional benefit for guaranteed buying power at sufficient amounts to ensure consumer ability to pay for the essential daily consumer goods, rent or buy homes and purchase or lease vehicles. This is the essential socioeconomic and capitalist computation. We also ensure Population Stability, domestic occupation of homes before people are thrown out by the government and we prevent desperation emigration. We ensure essentially our own Population Viability in light of the destabilising caused by automation that causes mass joblessness as witnessed during the Depression. Look at the two photos below. We are trying to capture national sporting pride in what happens to our people in our economy and we can work out that guaranteed, certain pride in our computation. Everyone gets their English or Canadian benefits therefore without any unusual phenomena or culture that blocks, delays or holds the payments in some expression of negative experiences in the past with malicious banking staffers that for no reason withheld bank payments; now fired or possibly dead for a long time or they are under investigation. The benefit at 10 pence a minute or £150 per day is an INVESTMENT. It pays back at 20% to 30% per day as sales tax in Canada or the UK recouped by the government in the regenerative work of the economy. This is more than the money market as government investment at 1% or 2%. Warren A. Lyon, in his research, has reviewed the input of the European, Royal, English and Asian writers on these issues and is submitted. Over 20% in sales tax, the consumer will spend his benefits wisely and then now there is less time spent thinking and hurting about these issues. The more the consumer spends the more the government earns. We will feel closer to the admirable Chinese and Swiss who call the English wicked bums at the moment; a problematic Euro Creole whose bad economic ethics is apologized for by his tremendous entertaining. Yet he remains sad to us really and he has not fulfilled his economic moment across the breadth of his economy opportunity that includes Canada and the UK with much of the West Indies and some of South America or South Africa. But with Euro friendship and agreement, this is about to change so we enjoy the Anglo economic moment. We pinpoint the pirates and foragers who cause a kind of coital frustration at the moment of joy; just when the citizen is to see this benefit is in his account and he laughs. Then the pirate forager seeks to extortionate money from you so it can work as he says "give." How do you give when you need the money that is held at the bank but not in your account? If you don't pay him, he says "beg." We no longer look to the Americans for military and economic leadership since the opportunity to show leadership in love or logic has wained. It was to ensure one's own population or North American region enjoys some economic viability at home during this time of adjustment to disruptive AI and other Automation technology that causes joblessness and the associated moneyless-ness. We had hoped the guy they brought on in 2017 to the Office of the POTUS was the true "Go To" business and economic guy. If this was a game, he seems to have lost the "turn it around" moment. Every discussion with him strays from the win win easy answer to a fight where he gets shocking headlines and says you have to bow to him and offer him a deal in some "arm wrestle" kind of thing. It's entertaining but it is not winning and then another American citizen or family is gone; zombie drugged up by Viagra or Morning after pills. The victims could be his White Creole children who could afford the drugs. So our faith in the Republicans as the North American "Go To" business leaders is over. The Democrats have not been much better and the hour for Three main National Parties in US politics is here. The Democrat and Republican zero day Presidents in semi retirement can fill the leadership gap somewhat with some logic and love. If it's a fire or insufficient benefits, we put out the fire with water and we end under funding with money, saving lives. No matter what happens, we sheer off these economic matters and issues to the management of the US Infrastructure Department or Interior that includes roads, rail tracks and electricity; economic benefit management also. The failure then of the current leadership is to take opportunity to benefit and enjoy higher profits in the new certain low cost robotic AI automation production and supply regime; enjoying it by ensuring certain guaranteed income support benefit for all citizens. We think of it as an aggressive tough guy strong man Big Dogs capital investment now; not just as a benefit. The motive in this failure might be just a lack of vision. It might be social hierarchical selfishness that the decision maker has arrived from his impoverished origin at a place now where he can enjoy ignoring the pain of those that have less in an hour of crisis instead of acting in urgency for national defensiveness. We cannot afford any longer an abused, under funded Anglican in a Catholic town or an underfunded Catholic in a Catholic town. The government will ensure the Montana men and women will get their benefits at no less than $48000.00 per year and not more than $80,000.00 per year right across North America. What are we waiting for otherwise? We can set NORAD and CUSMA regulations or NATO regulations to ensure this policy is fulfilled as already drafted by the UN. It is just that the native within is resisting foreign authority if he's still sees the Fed or the UN as foreign. Yet the native can agree that when you lose your job this consistent non- means tested benefit is loving and logical. The real truth is that the Germans have been building and designing our roads since 1939. They hoped that we would have joined them socioeconomically and instinctually but it did not happen so they had to disarm us, give us a directive to their socioeconomic policies in the UDHR that is really a Volkswagen German directive and then we could enjoy the coming age of modernity. We did not listen and then 2 wars happened so that they could help to guide and lead us. War is not necessary ever again since it's only money to be paid. Our Hegemony is their hegemony. Their hegemony is our Hegemony. There is peace. Enjoy your Schnitzel, Navajo flat bread chicken wraps, your fish and chips or your Sushi. Click here.

  The Realm of Computation.  The Anglo Economy that is in many ways a German economy loses compression every time the benefits of any citizens are not paid. We lose sales. We lose people   We face losing hegemony in our own economy in the presence of many fully funded foreigners who video English people dying on English streets.  This is not good for English/ Canada team identity. This is the identity issue or identity complex. Soon German will be taught in grade schools with French and English with basic trigonometry ( solve for missing angle in a polygon or a triangle) taught from Grade 1 or Grade 2.   The "no recession" economy involves guaranteed ensured unconditional benefit for guaranteed buying power at sufficient amounts to ensure consumer ability to pay for the essential daily consumer goods, rent or  buy homes  and purchase or lease vehicles.  This is the essential socioeconomic and capitalist computation.  We also ensure ...
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THE DAILY TELEGRAPH & FLEET STREET FINANCIAL DISPATCH LONDON — SEPTEMBER 2025 — SPECIAL ECONOMIC INVESTIGATION THE ARCHITECTURE OF GLOBAL CAPITALISM AND THE MECHANICS OF UNIVERSAL DEMAND An Analytical Examination of the Post-War Industrial Order, the Fallacy of Unfettered Laissez-Faire, Mechanisation, and the State-Guaranteed System of Participatory Remuneration BY OUR SPECIAL ECONOMIC CORRESPONDENT IN FLEET STREET, Warren A. Lyon with Cheuy Leon Stephen Lam Tom. LONDON — In the tenth year following the cessation of European hostilities in 1955, as the Western world navigates the transition from wartime economic controls to the mid-century industrial consensus, thoughtful observers in Fleet Street, Westminster, and the City must confront a fundamental problem of political economy. The modern capitalist apparatus—stretching across the United Kingdom, the Commonwealth, North America, and Western Europe—operates upon a single, immutable law: the imperative equilibrium between Supply and Demand. Yet, despite the vast expansion of mechanized production, factory automation, and electronic computation, our financial architectures continue to suffer from a crippling structural defect: the systemic failure to guarantee requisite consumer purchasing power (ability to pay/ATP) across the whole of the populace. I. THE LESSONS OF THE POST-WAR CONSCIOUSNESS: SUPPLY, DEMAND, AND THE ELECTRIC CIRCUIT To comprehend the crisis of modern industrial organization, one must discard the antiquated Victorian dogma that human existence is defined solely by manual toil. Under the classical doctrine of laissez-faire, labour was treated as an elastic commodity, hired when factories required muscle and cast aside into poverty when machines replaced handiwork. In an age dominated by automatic machinery, conveyor systems, and early electronic computing, such a doctrine is not merely obsolete; it is actively destructive to the civic health of the realm. Consider the macro-economic structure as an electrical power grid carrying a constant current of thirty amperes. Under a rational and balanced order, this current is bifurcated equally along two parallel conductors: fifteen amperes are directed to energise the lamp of Industrial Supply (the manufacturing apparatus, capital investment, and technological innovation), while the remaining fifteen amperes flow uninterrupted to power the lamp of Demand—the Ability to Pay vested within the consumer public. In an unregulated laissez-faire system, however, an artificial blockage is introduced along the conductor powering Consumer Demand. It acts as a deliberate obstruction—resembling a corkscrew jammed into the brass fittings of a ship's engine room. The electrical energy, unable to reach the lamp of Demand, encounters extreme resistance; heat builds rapidly within the circuit, insulation scorches, and the entire socio-economic edifice is threatened with catastrophic conflagration. Energy in an economic system, like energy in physics, is never destroyed; if it is denied its proper outlet in legitimate consumer spending, it manifests as market collapse, civil unrest, shoplifting, and social decay. Click here.

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Coca Cola and Free Trade: SDGCK REPORTS. September 14th, 2026. By Troy Meiink, SDGCK Director. Wouldn't we sell more products globally if there was free trade and then also hire more people? Free trade is what Coca Cola has advocated for decades. You are hoping that of we cancel free trade or the bottlers and offices for Coca Cola or Budweiser in other countries, then there would be more work for Americans at home. You fail to see that work of that kind is done by a machine. Also, you are too confident that the world will be willing to buy the Coca Cola in the same quantities with added tariff costs and see the cans or bottles shipped. Coca Cola loses time and money in this idea. Tariffs slow down trade. The machine is doing the work. A market with an able and properly financed consumer is what you need if all Americans or North Americans have at least $ USD 1000.00 per week as the minimum benefit paid to all North Americans. The world is really a market for goods; mostly European goods now anyway after Mondelez; some American goods also. TARIFFS do not help this fact scenario. S.R. Covey talked about the win-win in every deal or negotiation. It's quoted by many. With tariffs, there is no win-win. But you should not let pirate scavengers into your economic war room to make decisions; not a business man but a mannequin avatar who is really a pirate scavenger. If no one else took full opportunity, you believed he would based on his alleged business background. Nothing is true. Study him and understand. This could not really happen again or continue for another day yet if it did, we would now understand that we cannot rely on a personality, a very inflexible, chiselled, imitable personality to design roads, highways, subways and economies. He is otherwise a cunning con artist. After we accept free trade and automation are the global rule, shuffle off anxiety about employment as an economic indicator but it's a factor, but then focus on consumption, enabled by consumer income support funding. We establish national guaranteed maximums and minimums and enforce the same based on the states input, believing in states expression of some states power or some independence. The minimum is $48000.00 per year and the maximum is $80000.00 per year. New York and Wisconsin are at $48,000.00 per year currently. North America has come to accept that they are a proud and exciting Creole population regardless of complexion (white, black, brown, red and yellow) and that they are not the most powerful community on earth but on the contrary, one of the weakest with weak national standards for benefits or commitment to pay but now must live for improvement, liberty, the pursuit of happiness and success in this busy world but not as economic subordinates; preferably instead as a powerful international consumer population with a powerful global worthy benefit for all North Americans. Then they will have a better market for all the world's goods; in particular European goods. Only a deficient humanity would tolerate a deficient economy. Only a self defeated population tolerates a defeatist economy. Lysol evaporates in the atmosphere as cesium 137, causing oxygen depleted, radiated rain, then depleted grass or cow cud for a depleted milk. Click here.

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Kamen Rico, Oliver and Dodger. Click here. August 18th, 2026. The air in the London workhouse was heavy with the smell of wet hemp and stale porridge. Kamen Rico, newly arrived off the banana boat alongside Alfred Dodger, sat on a bench with the other children, his small hands working mechanically through the twists of heavy rope. They learned bowlines and clove hitches under the eye of the taskmaster, their hands raw, their pants stiff with coarse fabric. When the lanterns were turned low, the room swelled with the soft, mismatched voices of children clinging to home, singing Amazing Grace and How Great Thou Art into the shadows as they waited for their assignments. It was there Kamen witnessed Oliver’s abrupt departure—dragged away through the heavy oak doors for the unpardonable sin of asking for another ladle of food. Soon after, the children were dispatched one by one into the foggy city, assigned to families across the countryside. Click here. Kamen’s turn came on a rainy Tuesday. He was sent to a grand farm outside the city owned by a candy factory proprietor—a man married to a quiet, rigid woman named Janey Austin. Kamen’s place was not at the candy counters, but in the main house, assisting the lady of the kitchen, a warm-hearted Trinidadian woman whose presence made the cold English estate feel a little less foreign. While Kamen spent his mornings polishing brass, sweeping oak floors, and listening to the cook mutter longing thoughts about hot doubles wrapped in paper back home, his freedom ended at dusk. At five o'clock sharp, he was sent to the small, dark closet at the edge of the dining room. Through the narrow crack in the door or the key hole, Kamen watched the family gather around the heavy mahogany table. He sat on the floor, listening to the clink of silverware, watching the father carve roast meat, and longing simply to sit in the warmth of the room—to be seen, to be included, to exist beyond the shadows of the closet. The Trinidadian lady held him close to her bosom and said"...don't worry my son. It is best to be thankful." He went to the closet as usual after 5 pm and the door was locked. He was there to watch and study. They said prayers and ate. He watched. This one night, the man's 20 year old daughter came to the closet door that was painted in "Family Yellow ", the same colour of the barn outside and said to him, " it is best to be thankful. Life cannot be so easy. Could it be? It is best to be thankful." She left her scraps from her plate at the door. The cook knew the weight of that loneliness. The next morning, as she boiled water for the morning tea, Kamen watched her closely. She dropped one white sugar cube into her cup. Then, with a swift, practiced motion, she slipped a second cube into a tiny leather satchel, carefully hiding it beneath her apron. She turned, caught Kamen watching, and offered a soft, knowing smile. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a second sugar cube, and pressed it quietly into his palm. The Trinidadian lady held Kamen close, her apron smelling of clove and scorched sugar. "Don't worry, my son," she whispered softly into his hair. "It is best to be thankful." At five o'clock, the routine claimed him again. Kamen stepped into the dark closet, and the heavy bolt slid shut from the outside. The "Lagoon Blue" paint on the door was chipped and dull, the exact faded shade of the barn sitting out in the yard. Through the thin slit, he watched the family bow their heads, say their prayers, and begin their quiet supper. Later that night, footsteps approached the "Family Yellow " door. The owner's twenty-year-old daughter arrived at the door again and stood on the other side, looking at him through the wooden slats. "It is best to be thankful," she said softly, her voice carrying a cold, matter-of-fact weight. "Life cannot be so easy. Could it be? It is best to be thankful since are we not all God's child? The Lord is my shepherd. We shall not want. Yeh though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil, nor shall we make evil compound but shall do what is in our power to improve life for us all...and we shall not live in the subconscious expectations and plan of being eaten like what happened during the time of Elizabeth 1st under what was truly Spanish rule.. so the man here says. I added that bit. I'm good..innit? " She set the scraped remains of her dinner plate on the floor by the latch and walked away. Kamen pulled the plate inside and wept in the dark, the words twisting in his mind. A fierce, sudden rage burned through the sorrow, bringing a strange, unfamiliar language to his tongue—a dark, ancient rhythm muttering inside him. He swore to himself that he would not remain a shadow forever. One day, the house would be his. He would be the master, the king of his own world, or tear it all down trying. But then he looked across the floor and saw the family’s large sheepdog curled in the corner, happily crunching on a bowl filled with identical table scraps. For now, he was no different than the dog. To smother the fury rising in his chest, he swallowed his pride and muttered under his breath, "I am thankful." Twenty days passed in that "Family Yellow " doored shadows. Then, everything shifted. Kamen Rico opened the door every night and cried while thinking about what she said. "He decided to be equal and felt a strange tongue in him to say "en shoaw Lah" or something like that and said he would kill them all for sure, kill everything English, if the house was not his some day that he would be him..be him...the king of the world... or else the world will be dead." But right now, he was the dog as he saw their large sheep dog in the corner eating from a bowl full of the family's table scraps. To cover his emotions for now, he muttered " I am thankful" under his breath. After another 20 days life changed, he was given bed linen at his door by Janey Austen, the woman and wife of the man of the house. He was given a cot to sleep in the same room as the Trinidadian lady. In fact, he was thankful and learned being thankful helped. She brought him a plate of food every night with his own knife and fork, glass of cider and tea also. He was soo happy. It was Jane Austen herself who walked down the corridor holding a stack of clean, folded bed linen. She set the sheets at his door and unlocked the latch for good. Kamen was given a small wooden cot inside the warm back room shared by the Trinidadian cook. From that night on, the dark closet was left behind. Every evening, the cook brought him a full plate of warm food, setting it down alongside a proper knife and fork, a glass of cider, and a steaming mug of tea. Settling into the soft linen of his cot, feeling the warmth of the room and the comfort of a full belly, Kamen looked across at the cook and smiled. He was truly happy—and for the first time, the gratitude he spoke was real. The next morning at seven, the fog was just beginning to lift over the farm. Kamen Rico stood by the kitchen window, a mug of warm tea in his hands, watching the scene unfold near the "Family Yellow " barn. The master of the house was pacing back and forth, towering over his twenty-year-old daughter who had three coats on in August while pregnant. He was furious. Mail meant for his wife—crucial publishing contracts for her books—had gone missing. The girl stood silent, refusing to explain why she had taken them, but in her heart, a single bitter thought repeated: She wanted to know what she would get. She couldn't bear to see the master's wife succeed. "Bring the salt, and here is your dole because...it's 7 years late since I needed all of your attention, did not want you to be independent of us and this could be why you are stealing but you should know your place..."; the master finally barked, exasperated, before gesturing toward the building. "Go to the barn." She gave birth and told the baby where the mail was hidden. It was in the stable 2 km away. The boy named Pass Colaboração said, "...do good Come on Mummy! Give it over. Send the money transfer." But this was no ordinary barn, but a quiet, secluded birthing room like what they have in Devon; no animals in there. In the stable 2 km away next door, tucked away inside the wooden carriages, parked right beside the horses—Oswald, Geraldine, and Annette—lay the stolen mail, hidden away in the dark. It was there, amidst the straw, that truth hung heavy in the air: the girl was not the master’s daughter at all, but the secret child of the Trinidadian cook. She sipped the master and his lady's drinks; licked his saucers also. Her name was Cheryl Anne. Her role at dinner was to offer the father and mother sides; like potato or barley that went beside the stuffed chicken. She liked stuffing. Disgraced, she was sent away, sold off to a stern, one-legged soldier who chopped off one of her fingers as punishment for her thefts. Yet, strangely, the bitterness of the world seemed to bend around them. On certain evenings, she would return to the estate for dinner. They would sit around the mahogany table, sharing meals and singing hymns, praising the Lord as if the trauma of the past had simply melted away. Years rolled by, and Kamen Rico grew tall and steady. He moved from the quiet shadows of the kitchen to a position of true seniority. He spent his spare hours studying the heavy family Bible resting on the master’s desk, learning to read, write, and understand the ways of the household. True to his heart, he was genuinely thankful. Every time the post arrived, Kamen made sure the mail was handed directly and safely into the hands of the master and his author wife. He continued to share the cozy back room with the Trinidadian cook, who cared for him like family, though she was not his mother. The lady of the house and her husband, the master, had three younger children that were schooled by the both of them. There was also a local primary school that the children attended. The master of the house taught maths and the mother taught English and music. A new boy came and the lady of the house, after reading the story of Daniel, repented of her ways and decided to allow the new boy to sit at the table. She had also read an article in the Times of London about nature and nurture. He was also from the West Indies. In this different approach, Kamen had emotions he never noticed before. He whispered to the boy, ".. you will not have or be more than me. Who do you think you will be?" He then stole one foot of his school shoes after polishing them for the boy and left the shoe in the dog's bed. This happened for several months, every day, until she decided to just send the boy to boarding school. She was tired of these shenanigans and no one knows who does It. Kamen said it was the dog; probably... probably. CLICK HERE.

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