ahahah, I see you laughing... Laugh less, it's again the same process... I know most of you don't get unwise market dynamics, and like fools and buffoons are herded toward your demise.
So as always, I know my true dromaderies herders of the great sand will directly get, even before I wrote it, the core message of my little text.
It's simple : those are Alpaca... the vessels of the Andes... small beasts of thunder, less adventurous and trouble some that the mighty goates, they none the less are the true masters of those hills.
And again rather than learn to do with nature, the little bipeds to please their females are trying to re-engineered a society to fit their little needs... of course they want 20micron fibers... And so rather than relay on the great genetic diversity (true diversity, native to the spot (read that 10^e you sodomites of lies) they are embark on genetic suppression to achieve the one fiber...
and again like in corrupted Shynah with the pig genocide or at least dolly the sheep or the carnivors cattles the fall will happen on the goyim.
So stop that fuckery before that fuckery stops you. Keep the true herd intact, make them travel and let them match love or you want play again?... okay... fair enough...
just, be ready to die... and I don't mean from this reality.
So how is the wild dromedary herd doing? is arlit nuclear waste still fucking the place? will see where the path will lead the guided ones...
and you know, after your little stay there will be reversion...
so yeah, I always bitch about americans with gmo-plants or salmons and co, but most are the same cattle minds...
at one point you fucking open your mind, or will see the path...
deny deny deny... where are your ancestors burried? see?
at the end it's simple : trust life/thepath/theforce/evolution/god or the "work of man"...
guess which one will erased?
and from a true market perspective,... play the yield game, and be smashed by the yield game.
quality, hollistic quality... yes, it's expansive, yes not all can have it to trash it...
now the joke on me? Earlier one of those intellectual cool, I know it all, kid said to me that alpaca was made of goat moustache from afghanistan... and those died... or maybe it's something else... what ever...
just to say... don't listen to the bullshit crap of the intellectual, most of the time they are just parrots without wings.
so again, save the herd ! the fish herd, the plants herd, etc...
and the best way to save it, is just to let it be... another buddha statement, and yes, by letting be, it will take care of tiself, as flown by the path... or call it divine breath.
but no the little biped of arrogance with 36500 days of life span, stand against you, and you believing in the force they display surrender, even bow, never forget if they get so tense, tensing their little muscles or imperial armies, is that they don't face you, but the path...
no.
even laughing...
no.
a story : there was the most powerful empire the universe has ever seen. before it standing was the weakest creature of the entire universe. this little thing said no to the empire.
Understand the value of the moral high ground... or resaid, in which path you want to be? the natural path ; born, life death ? or the one opposing to the natural path?
the flow... some don't want to get it... oppose... and experience your beings removed from you to the last of what was you.
conclusion : let the alapcas love, birth and die, and eat them if you wish... but let them be. and relook at the picture... the incas tried...