When I crossed the border from Botswana into Zimbabwe in 2009 I had travelled to 50 countries. The entire 30-year odyssey is chronicled in my book The Grateful Unrich: Revolution in 50 Countries. I feel fortunate to have been able to see so much of this beautiful planet, but I guess I sorta’ planned it that way.
Ever since that first trip to Europe as trombone player in my high school jazz band, I was bound and determined that I would always have a cash reserve to pay for that next plane ticket and that I would never let a job get it the way of traveling. As such, any kind of “career” was out of the question. The act of travel was just too important.
Most people take vacations; a week in Cancun at some all-inclusive fenced in zoo, a few days at Disney World, a bus tour to Branson. Travel is different. Travel is no vacation. The root word of travel is the Latin “travail”, which means, “to suffer; to endure”. That 58-hour third-class train from Bombay to the southern tip of India qualified, as did that 46-hour hard seat-class number out of Shanghai. But with all the hardship comes a deep appreciation of humanity that I feel many Americans have lost in a fog of cynicism. Continue reading
I like the concept of Thanksgiving, though the history is rightly associated with the Native American genocide at the hands of Euro-banker mercenaries. Thanksgiving should serve as a metaphor for the kindness which the “real human beings” embody. Continue reading
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(Excerpted from Chapter 6: Bank of Crooks & Criminals International: Big Oil & Their Bankers…)
The NSC was funneling arms to the Nicaraguan contras before Oliver North’s resupply network was operational. US aid to Saudi Arabia was being forwarded to the contras via the Karachi, Pakistan-based Bank of Credit & Commerce International (BCCI). 
While House of Saud-bound money was being diverted towards the contras, one of BCCI’s biggest initial depositors was the Shah of Iran, whose Swiss BCCI accounts were bulging. Continue reading