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There it sits, like a giant used car lot spotlight shining in the sky. October 1, 2020.
The start of yet another fiscal year.
Okay, so theoretically we’re still another month away from the actual new fiscal year start date.
But with the way this year has been going so far, I won’t be the least bit surprised to discover they have somehow managed to quarantine the current fiscal year prior to its scheduled closing date, thereby nullifying until further notice any and all upcoming dates of note.
Looking back, it’s likely been a decade or more of these fiscal fiascos in the books for me.
But at this point, who’s counting.
Well, come to think of it, probably somewhere in the neighborhood of about 5 million or so people are counting.
After all, when you’ve been held captive in this ludicrous lockdown for the past 6 months, chances are you long ago ran out of sheep to count.
Will this “has to happen by” date be blown by like all the rest?
Another date that’s been rumored to be the perfect day for the release of the RV/GCR.
Oh, and don’t they have to announce the new budget prior to that date as well.
Talk about pressure.
Honestly, in all the years I’ve been involved in this RV/GCR shindig, they have yet to show any urgency to the release of the budget, either here or in Iraq, and I don’t foresee that changing any time soon.
Which leads me to believe that the rumor of any fiscal year end/start date having anything whatsoever to do with the timing of the release of the RV/GCR is yet another Dinarland fabrication.
Nope, might as well put it in the same “Move along, nothin’ to see here” category as all the other blown-by Budgets, Calender cancellations, Blue Moons, Numerical No-Shows and all the other craziness that has been rumored to be THE scheduled release date.
Makes one wonder if there is an actual scheduled release date of any sort on the books.
To be honest, I’m of the opinion that no one has this thing worked out.
Least of all the people rumored to be working on getting this thing worked out.
Meaning, there is no playbook for this “game”.
No ready-made recipe for the “how”, “what”, “where” and “when” of it all.
Hence the very reason that no one, certainly not at our level, can figure this thing out.
How can anyone be expected to have the answer to a question that even those that are supposedly working diligently to achieve completion have no hope of answering.
As much as I hate to say it, it’s a process.
A process that is in the process of processin.
And until that process reaches the point where the process has completed all the necessary processing, thereby reaching the completion of the processing process, no one will be able to process their exchange.
Not the Private’s, nor the John Q. Public’s, Tiers 1 thru 100, likely none will be made liquid prior to the completion of the processing process.
Any thoughts you ever had of a double-scooping of dinar have been rendered null and void.
I don’t know about you, but that kinda drives me up the wall.
I’m a planner, a scheduler.
I wanna know what my next move is going to be, long before I’ve finished making my last move.
I take huge pride in my preparation skills.
But how can one even begin to prepare for a future something when you have absolutely no idea what it is you’re preparing for.
Yes, I still believe this RV/GCR will eventually happen.
Of that I’ve never wavered.
It’s the “when” that has me pulling out what’s left of my hair.
Has the thought of selling out and running away from this Dramafest ever occurred to me?
And by that do you mean more than ten times a day?
Why yes, as a matter of fact, it has.
On more than a few occasions no less.
However, similar to the Hotel California (made famous by Don Henley and The Eagles), the last thing I remember I was running for the door.
Desperate to find the passage back to the place I was before I was informed of this “too good to be true, two week maximum timeline” endeavor.
Suddenly, off in the distance, I caught a glimpse of a Broker chillaxin’ in an Adirondack chair, selling IQD and VND out of a suitcase on the front porch of the Hotel Dinarland.
It was about that time I heard a faint “Relax, we are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like… but you can NEVER leave!”
I don’t know about you but I took that to be a sign.
A sign I couldn’t ignore.
A sign that I must continue to hang in there, more than ever before.
I know this RV/GCR thing is real and I know it’s going to happen.
And once it does I’ll be able to help my family and friends, as well as myself and many others I’ve yet to meet live all of our dreams.
So I’m not “checking out” any time soon and I certainly hope you won’t either.
Hang on folks, every passing day brings us closer to the finish line.
Disclaimer; I’m not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with the Hotel Dinarland nor any of its Staff. I’m simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I’m there at the finish line to enjoy it.