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Everyone talks about money laundering.
I often wondered what that meant.
So I found out from a good source, the internet.
There's alot of information on the subject, if you just search.
An example goes something like this..,
What if an elderly man had thousands in his bank account and some of those thousands disappeared during his relationship with a woman, who had a past for greediness and conning.
The old man's family then tried to find his missing money, they even went to the authorities for help, but to no avail.
The old man died and the greedy woman moved on. Time passed and soon a very suspicious transaction occured.
The greedy woman and her new husband purchases a piece of real estate, using all cash as a large down payment, for grins and giggles let's say around fifty thousand dollars.
The other suspicious part would be that the man and his wife created an LLC in one state and then made a purchase of the new real estate in a different state, using the LLC that they had created, for the use of said purchase of real estate.
The new real estate was soon sold after the purchase and the LLC was closed.
My question would then be-who in the world uses all cash, for a down payment? And then uses two different states to purchase and then resell the real estate, after just purchasing it. Seems like alot of trouble to go through to purchase a piece of real estate, if you ask me, but no ones asking me so I would have to think this is suspicious.
This could be one example to explain a way that a person would hide stolen money and attempt to wash it clean, I guess that's why it's called money laundering, and now we both know.
Perhaps not everyone would agree, but after interviewing
The Color of Blue, I discovered a thing or two. For starters,
Mr. Blue owns and proudly wears a light blue shirt, but the
closest thing he wears to blue pants is his blue jeans.
Unlike Elvis, he would never wear a pair of blue swede shoes.
Many of Mr. Blue's fans never realized that he once owned a
house that was white with light blue trimmings. It was most
conservative, and there was absolutely nothing flashy about it.
During the interview, we sat on his lovely back porch facing
a very pristine lake. On a sunny afternoon with the infamous
Mr. Blue, what could possibly be more calming than the clear
blue sky? We even saw a few Blue Birds and Blue Jays fly by.
The only blue eggs I've ever seen were those painted for Easter.
Because Easter was approaching, Mr. Blue had lots of blue eggs.
When asked about Navy Blue, his reply was that Navy blue has
its own language, and it speaks to him of Stateliness.
Mr. Blue stated that we should always check the 'Blue Book'
before purchasing a vehicle. There was so much that we talked
about, but I'll close with two interesting themes about which he
was deeply moved. He liked bananas, blueberries, and nuts in his
breakfast cereal. I tell you, he nearly teared up when he said,
"Forget Blue States and Red States and give me United States".
An appliance has a warranty,
Right there in black and white.
You can get your money back
If it won’t work just right.
And purchasing a car provides
Assurance in two styles –
It’s guaranteed for either months
Or, which comes first, in miles.
The human body does not have
A paper that imparts
The promise of the life imbued
In all its many parts.
So sometimes organs need repair,
Especially with age;
And when such breakdowns happen,
It is very hard to gauge.
Your heart may suddenly decide
It’s thumped its final beat;
Or possibly, your knees get bored
With holding up your feet.
Your retina may think it’s time
For it to just detach;
And maybe hidden cancer cells
Wake up and start to hatch.
Sections of your brain may feel
They’re kind of overloaded.
Liver, kidneys, pancreas
May start to look corroded.
Symptoms warn us, sort of like
That dread check-engine light;
Then we must take action
To bring order back from blight.
Just think of how much easier
And calm our lives would be,
If, with our birth certificates,
We got a warranty!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
Est 1938
Purchasing candy cigarettes from you
Mischief in your tiny parking lot
Doing wheelies around you on my General Lee BMX bike
Renting ancient overpriced films
Buying superman ice cream
even if it tastes like chalk
Journeying to you in a battered golf cart
Friends strapped to the rear
snickers ice cream whispering our names
A piece of me died when you did
Your fate was not righteous
You were vibrant in your prime
turned to ashes and barren 2-by-4s
soot engulfing blown-out windows
like mascara after a tragedy
Don’t weep dear corner store
I know its unbearable knowing
your life ended hastily
to an abandoned vanilla bean candle
nothing spoils a man faster than money
God made man
man made money
and replaced the God
to it
and now it spoils a man
faster than it God
God made man
man made money
placed power on it
place value on it
and now to rules
the nature of man
it turn the heart
of men to that
of a beast
God made man
man made money
man built a system
by it
created and made it
a power of purchase
and it purchasing
the true value of nature
where it turn humans
to mere tools
God made man
man made money
and let it be the source
of our outcome
after our long energy
lost in chase of life
we only live to realise
At old age nor at the end
Of the day
how poor broke and sick
we become cos of money
God made man
man made money
and that made
the greed in man
more obvious than
it was before money
money is the root
of all evil the holy book
quote
money rules the world
that a gangster moto
no money no love
that the new rule
by our modern ladies
of Babylon
what a world
a the end of the day
With when all is set and done
I realise that
God made man
man made money and
nothing spoils a man faster than money
I asked AI, “how do I feel?”
AI told me I feel great
But that I would feel even better
If I just purchased a little item on line.
I asked AI, “why don’t I have anyone to talk to?”
AI told me that was because I had poor social skills
But that I could address this by purchasing a self-help book on line.
I asked AI, “why do I have a crippling headache?”
AI told me that was because I was looking at a screen for too long
But that I could solve this by purchasing some special glasses on line.
I went outside and felt the sunshine on my face
I heard a bird sing and fly across the sky
My little dog got the zoomies and made me laugh
And I thought to myself yes, I already have everything I need.
Born in Adam's sin, same as all mankind,
I was lost and unaware of my plight.
My wayward heart was desperately blind,
Then You came into my darkest night,
And showered me with Your holy light.
My Redeemer, You found me in my despair,
From brokenness You healed and set me free.
You lavished me with love and showed you care,
By purchasing my freedom on Calvary.
You shed your blood to pay sin's price for me.
There is no way I could ever repay,
The price You paid to save my very soul.
All you ask is for me to follow Your way.
To share Your love and walk by faith my goal,
My Redeemer can truly make you whole.
Since you have been gone
A lot of water has passed under the bridge
A mixed bag of events have occurred
Leaving behind earth-shaking calamities
Difficult to quantify
As confusion like whirlwind
Keeps spreading and threatening
The very fabric of National Cohesion
Nobody knows what to believe anymore
As looters of our commonwealth
Keep spewing unbelievable theories
From two sides of their mouths
Shamelessly going back To their vomit of years gone by
To satisfy the cravings of their current masters
While citizens continue to wallow in abject poverty
Confused and traumatized
Where their next meals will come from
As their purchasing power has been eroded
By the demise of the national currency
Clubbed to death by inflation
And market forces
Never experienced in our chequered history
Giving billions of pounds to banks that just squander
Sharing bonuses and gifts, as they internally launder
To Mr Cameron, an alleged Prime Minister for the people
You work for us, do your job right, climb our steeple
Currently in our workforce, there are ten million or more
Aged over fifty, by the score, by the score
Pay them all a million, let's call it severance pay
Retire them early, ten million jobs now in play
With their monies they must buy, a brand new fancy car
Ten million cars ordered, a motor industry to travel far
A house they must buy, or a mortgage to pay off
A dying housing crisis sorted, no builders will scoff
To their kids who have become idle, youthful travesty
No excuses now, to schools, college or universities
So many kids will be removed, no hanging about our streets
Education being their answer, crime fixed, the ultimate treat
Buying fuel for their new cars, purchasing a few bottles of wine
Their taxes and expenditure, will leave the economy fine
What the tax payer has laid out, as they internally launder
Whom we have voted in, do your job, we'll grow fonder
Adapted from an email I received at work today.
It never brought me fame or fortune;
But still I’m content with the path I chose.
I never rose to high positions or seats of power;
But I’m happy to have influenced the lives of others.
At the pearly gates, I expect to hear God say, “Well done”.
Make no mistake about it, imperfection is in everyone’s DNA.
Second guessing has its place, but need not attach itself to us. I work hard to get it right, not wanting to redo it a second time.
Sometimes, on certain matters, I dwell too long thinking it through.
Though I tend to investigate, and my due diligence is above average; still, I failed miserably by making my first new car a Chevrolet Chevette. I was very young and inexperienced in the world of purchasing cars. Fortunately, it was indeed a mistake I never have repeated.
First of all, I needed a small economy car that was easy on the gas. However, my little blue Chevy was sluggish and did not like the hills of San Francisco. For seven years, it was literally an uphill climb until I moved my family to the flat lands of Sacramento.
Yes, I bought other four cylinders cars; but they had a lot more pep and power. And yes, although my little blue car cost me $1000 down and several years of payments, I learned my lesson well. And although it served me for some ten years, still I ask, “What was I thinking?”
06302016 PS Contest, Your Biggest Mistake