news.goldseek.com >> 15 November 2016

Zombies For Dinner
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
I can hear you asking “What in the hell is the point? Is there a point to any of this? Do you ever have a point, you moron? Or is it that you are willing to marginally extend your own life by a few years by harvesting your children?” Yes, there is a point, as I will now make, since that you have asked so nicely. The point is that nobody can stop the monetary insanity, and the Federal Reserve and the other central banks must keep creating cash and credit until it is, literally, no longer possible.

news.goldseek.com >> 20 September 2016

Me and Manager Dan
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
I have been advised many, many times that I would suffer a lot less seething hostility from co-workers, neighbors and family members (including the one, not mentioning any names, that promised to love, honor, ‘til death do us part with this ring I thee wed blah blah blah) if I would stop being so critical of people, to the point of cruelly belittling these, what is the word I am looking for? morons.

news.goldseek.com >> 21 July 2016

The Law of Cosmic Imperative
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
Where have I been? I admit I was cowering, like the spineless little weasel that I am, in the Mogambo Secret Temporary Bunker (MSTB), which I cleverly constructed in the living room using an overturned couch and some strategically-placed cushions. That’s where I got an email from Junior Mogambo Ranger (JMR) Phil S., who sent an interesting essay he ran across. It was concerned with what we both, as educated people who recoil in mortal horror at suicidal Keynesian econometric lunacy, are both deeply, deeply concerned.

news.goldseek.com >> 15 April 2016

Plus Plus Plus
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
Lately, I am getting, you know, really scared. Oh, not the ordinary kind of day-in, day-out kind of scared, constantly dreading both the appearance of childish-yet-pointless alliteration and the coming calamitous collapse of a catastrophic cataclysm caused, pausing for breath, by the completely insane overproduction of cash and credit by the (you guessed it!) evil Federal Reserve, and then winding up, as we see, with both.

news.goldseek.com >> 20 November 2015

Taking The Odds
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
On a heretofore misplaced piece of paper that was quickly forgotten until a “Hmmm! Look what I found!” moment, some recent noteworthy news is that the federal government took in $3.2 trillion in taxes on 2015, but spent $3.6 trillion, for a paper deficit-spending balance of $400 billion. Wiping away the coffee stains and (sniff, sniff) what seems to be faint remnants of a chili dog, it appears, as calculated by someone who is more deft with a calculator than I, that this tax haul is more than $21,000 for every one of the country’s 148 million workers who either works full time or part time, which I think is a VERY generous estimate of how many workers there are.

news.goldseek.com >> 29 June 2015

The Fortune Cookie Knows
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
I was feeling particularly low, having sunk into a sloppy, self-pitying, tequila-fueled, drunken introspection after (again) failing to achieve blissful Nirvana, this time per my wonderful new (“Why didn’t I think of it before?”) theory, which is to finally attain true transcendence through sheer, strict gluttony.

news.goldseek.com >> 30 July 2014

A New Peaceful, Tranquil Mogambo
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
I now belatedly realize, with crystal clarity, that being an “inert carbon blob” is a reachable goal for me. Thus, ‘tis my new plan for my remaining retirement years, since it has no age restrictions, takes no effort, and has zero cost, but, happily, does involve a lot of TV and tasty snacks.

news.goldseek.com >> 1 July 2014

Insults And Vengeance. You Know: The Usual
By: Richard Daughty, The Mogambu Guru
Another horrible Father’s Day is now receding into the foggy haze of my failing memory, although the sting of shame still burns hot as ever. I mean, it is one thing for my loving children to give me a coffee mug that says “World’s Worst Father” on it, for the fifteenth tiresome Father’s Day in a row, but it was cracked, too! They put tape over the crack! Useless from every angle!