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May 26, 2020 - The Delingpod - James Delingpole
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John McAfee
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Everybody who's listening right now must understand that our most interesting conversation happened in the first four and a half minutes prior to pressing recording.
My apologies.
It's always...
Shall we go back to that conversation?
You saw somebody behind me in the garden...
My time machine is broken.
If yours still works, then please do so.
You saw somebody in the garden behind me and you thought they had a gun.
And I said only you would think they had a gun.
So tell me what you said.
No, I mean, only me?
Well, maybe, maybe.
But listen, I'm 74.
I'm still alive.
I've been jailed and...
11 different fucking countries, people.
I have just barely escaped.
My last time was barely nine months ago with my lovely wife, Janice, at the Mrs.
McAfee on Twitter.
Yeah.
Two E's, but two E's.
Before we go on.
In any case, yes.
Before we go on.
Oh, yes, absolutely.
Before we go on.
I better tell people.
Who this random person I'm talking to is?
Because some people, some people will know exactly who you are, and some people are...
So I'm going to start off in the traditional way, which is...
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Come and subscribe to the podcast, baby.
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Come and subscribe to the podcast, baby.
Welcome to the Dellingpole with me, James Dellingpole.
And I am so, so excited about this week's guest.
His name, and he'll need no introduction to some of you, but he will to others, is Mr John McAfee.
So, John, those people who haven't a clue who this random guy in the Czech shirt is, how would you best describe yourself?
Well, listen, if you hadn't spoiled things, quite frankly, by alerting those who did not know who I was that I might actually be someone that they would want to get to know.
No, no, no.
If we'd started just with me some...
Checkshirt guy and are going, who the fuck is this?
Would it have been a far more interesting podcast?
I'm just saying.
I mean, I am new by at least, let me look at you, at least 35 goddamn years.
I know this.
I'm 74.
Am I wrong?
Yes or no?
I'm 20 years younger than you.
Exactly.
Okay, that sounds a little bit wrong.
But still, You are definitely old enough to be a burgeoning son of mine, are you not?
Yeah, I could be your son.
In fact, Dad, let's come clean now.
It's good to finally get to see you.
Where have you been in my life?
You know, I've been one of the other 48 that I just had not yet had time to speak with on a personal level.
But in any case...
In any case, my friend, no, no, I would have kept those motherfuckers in the dark, going, who the fuck is this mofo, right?
And if I had, I mean, a legitimate life, a legitimate existence, and a legitimate story, they would have hung around and been surprised in the end.
But now, since you've had to fucking say it, yes, I am John McAfee.
For those of you who do not know me, I started the McAfee...
Anti-virus company.
I found it.
It came out of my fucking head and the tips of my fingers on a keyboard.
And among other things, I'm also the guy that's been arrested in 11 different countries.
In the past, you're thrown out of three and arrested in yet another.
Yes, yes, I am.
That same tragic motherfucker.
So, for those of you who do not want to hear the tales of a tragic motherfucker, tune out now.
Yeah, they won't.
They're intrigued already.
And for the rest of you, for the rest of you, hang on to your chairs.
I'm feeling very loose tonight.
I see.
What are you drinking there?
What's that?
Is that a rum punch?
Janice, what am I drinking, baby?
Um, Jameson and beer.
Oh, Jameson Irish whiskey mixed with beer is what my wife just told me.
And I trust judgment at this hour of the day far.
Pardon?
That's what you poured yourself.
I poured myself.
I'm sure I did.
I'm just saying I trust her judgment far better than mine at this hour of the day.
So yes, uh, You know, half a glass of Jameson, half a glass of beer, mix it together, stir a little bit with your finger, suck your finger to make sure you have the right mix, and then down that motherfucker.
Well, you're looking quite well on your bad lifestyle.
To what do you attribute your youthful looks?
Dedication.
I mean, life is nothing but dedication.
I mean, seriously.
I mean, yes, people die from liver disease and alcohol, but what are they?
People who drink a pint of booze a day.
No, fuck me.
You drink four fucking quarts a day, you become Superman and invincible.
I don't know how it works.
I wish I did.
I swear to you, I wish I did.
But I don't.
I've smoked an average of two packs of cigarettes every fucking day of my adult life, starting my adult life at 17.
Drugs?
Right.
I'm just saying, let me finish.
Drugs, I have...
Used, taken, snorted, shot up, smoked, or ingested every goddamn drug known to man, and more than you people.
Any ten of you could possibly carry, I don't know what else to attribute my youth to, because that's all.
Sex.
Lots of sex.
And sleep?
No sleep.
The least amount per week as possible.
Five hours per week.
Too goddamn much, people.
You're wasting your life.
So no.
Lack of sleep, sex, drugs, alcohol.
Oh man, and I don't know.
Just excessive everything.
Mostly smoking.
Smoking.
If you don't smoke two packs of cigarettes a day, they're gonna fucking kill you.
I'm telling you.
You're not dedicating yourself to yourself.
When my body says I want to smoke a cigarette, fuck me, I smoke too.
If my body says I'd love a drink, I have four.
If my body says, let's wake up my wife for half an hour of sex, I go for five fucking hours.
No.
If you don't live like that, you're going to die very early.
If you live the authenticity on fucking body, I think you live forever.
You live forever.
I believe you, apart from the sleep.
I don't believe that you have five hours sleep per week.
No, that's not possible.
Are you shitting me?
You have never gone for a two-month twister on methamphetamines?
You ever take an MDP? You can't sleep for goddamn two weeks after a single dose?
Please, God, my friend, you just have not lived.
You have not lived.
Not every week, though.
You couldn't do that every week.
No way.
You want me to drag my wife into this to verify my own existence?
She can confirm this?
Yes!
I'm not going to argue with you about my reality, but I will bring in others and everybody who's ever shaken my hand and spent more than a week with me knows I don't sleep.
Why the fuck?
Just sleep.
It makes no sense.
Well, that's amazing.
Well, you're walking in your shoes.
I'm walking in mine.
You ask me about my shoes, I'm telling you.
You may believe it or not.
I would like you, John, John McAfee, to be my guide.
I think that you might well be the perfect guide For these crazy times we're living in.
I mean, what the fuck is going on in the world right now?
Can you just explain to me why it is that pretty much every major government has decided to destroy its economy and keep everyone under house arrest in the name of what?
Tell me what's going on.
Well, you know, you would first ask if I would be your guide.
I can't be yours or anybody's.
This is why this is happening, people.
We are looking to someone else to tell us what to fucking do?
Are most of you not over the age of 18?
I don't care.
Maybe in some countries it has to be 21.
You're fucking adults.
You must goddamn lead yourselves to And if you all see the same truth and you are responsibility for your fucking existence, then we will all see the same thing, people.
We will all be marching in lockstep in the same fucking direction.
Because when reality comes home to roost, when you're in the theater and it's burning, And finally, someone shouts fire loud enough to tear your eyes away from the fucking screen to go, oh my god, there really is a fire.
Do you need a plan from that point?
No!
Do you need a map?
No!
You just get the fuck out of the theater.
As quickly as possible.
That is what the human animal does best.
Survive as an individual and with the help, support, assistance of the rest of our fucking species.
I want sometimes to reach through this screen and grab all of you by the throat as they wake up my fucking children.
Wake the fuck up.
And I'm sorry, I drifted off like old men do.
No, I'm waiting for the explanation.
I mean, you know, I think...
You're asking me for an explanation of what is happening in your reality today?
The world has taken advantage of you!
And what is the world?
The world that you imagine is above you.
Governments, authority, police, laws, regulations, international relations.
No.
All of that nonsense exists because of each and every one of you.
You're asking what the cause is.
You are the cause.
You're asking what the solution is.
You are the solution.
You're asking what to do.
Just wake up and follow your fucking hearts, people.
Well, I tell you my instinct, John, is in an ideal world, I would follow a path not dissimilar to yours.
I would make a fuckton of money and then I would just travel the world thumbing my nose up at authority and having a good life.
But it's not open to everyone to do this.
Not everyone has that kind of genius software skill, say.
You know, most people are just stuck.
No?
Well, you've asked some extraordinarily deep questions.
And you've made some extraordinarily great assumptions.
I think the greatest assumption you have just made is the assumption that What I have done is not open to everyone.
No, you're so wrong.
I cannot begin to describe how far that thought, that idea, that ideology is from the fucking truth.
There is a door as wide as a fucking barn through which I walked.
Now, on the other side, was there some scary shit?
Of course.
The scariest goddamn door I could find.
Scariest I could fucking find.
But those who went through it somehow seemed to survive.
So I went through it.
What did it cost me?
Every fucking thing I had ever believed, I'd ever dreamed of, I'd ever wanted, I'd ever hoped for.
It cost me my entire understanding of reality.
On the physical level, it cost me a wife, a few dozen million dollars in lawsuits, and some other extraordinarily unusual things that you would not normally expect to happen in an average lifetime.
But the A.S.A., they happened in mine.
Yeah.
I cannot.
I cannot begin to tell you what is behind that door, but if you think you can't fucking follow me, you just don't have the balls to.
I don't care if you're a man or a child.
End of story.
This is not a sexist thing.
My wife, who's sitting in front of me right now, Ms.
Janice, say hello.
Hello.
Can you hear that?
Hello.
Hello, Janice.
All right.
They said hello, Janice.
She can't hear.
Right.
No, this is not a sexist thing.
Having balls means one thing.
Are you willing to risk every fucking thing that you have, that you believe, that you've ever known, for the risk of something that you've never dreamed of?
This is the question.
And if you've never goddamn dreamed of it, what is it that you expect that's coming?
It takes that mind.
Thank you.
This is what again?
Hope.
Beer, Irish whiskey.
Thank you.
Okay.
So I agree on a kind of spiritual, big picture level, what you say may be true.
But I'm just interested to know what you think about this coronavirus thing.
I mean, do you think it's a plandemic?
What do you think is going on?
I don't know any more than anybody.
The only information I get to keep in mind is because of this coronavirus, both Janice and I have been in lockdown for two fucking months.
So we don't know jack shit about what's really going on.
We haven't been outside.
How would we fucking know?
Where are you now, by the way?
Are you in America?
Please God, get real.
So anyway, so now...
So we're out of lockdown.
That's a strange goddamn rule.
I mean, whoa.
Half the people still refuse to come out of their houses.
It's good to know which half those are.
I mean, if you have a notebook of friends, if you're not out of lockdown when you do get out, there's that guy behind you with a gun, my friend.
I just saw him.
Never mind.
No, that was your wife.
She's safe.
She's safe.
She's not armed.
Yeah, look, I'm sorry.
If you actually...
I mean, my wife is sitting in front of me.
And if you think any fucking wife, Miss Jamis, right here, you must agree, is safe?
That this one in front of me very closely came to having my ass collected for the first two years.
They were together, so no.
I mean, I'm sorry.
I still say it's a shotgun.
She's pointing at you through the window right now.
I'm sorry.
I can see behind you.
You cannot.
Listen, if this is over, anybody who's watching this shit, I did warn him.
Did I not?
Did I not?
Okay.
So, go ahead.
You did.
I have to say, in fairness, you did warn us that this was going to be...
I don't know.
This was going to be a crazy ride, and you're certainly delivering that.
But listen, so where are you in lockdown?
Are you in America?
Oh, fuck no.
Just to bring all those people who do not know who I am.
Well, there she goes again.
Up to speed.
So, for the past, let's see.
So, January 22nd of 2019, the United States government finally, after 10 years of refusing to file tax returns because I consider it illegal.
Okay?
I send them an email.
I'm not filing.
You know where I live.
Well, they never came to get me until two years ago I started speaking on international stages.
I haven't paid taxes in eight years.
That's when it started.
Do you guys not want to have to pay taxes?
All you gotta do is use privacy coins and distributed exchanges.
You'll never have to pay taxes.
Listen, that's when my problems started ending in the 22nd of January of last year, 2019.
The convening of a grand jury to charge me and actually Janice with tax evasion.
I mean, the absurdity of that is in the extreme.
First of all, you cannot commit tax evasion or tax fraud if you simply refuse to file.
I ain't filing!
Now, the IRS has legal authority to come and take your house, your car, your bank account, your children perhaps, certainly your dogs, and all the produce of your backyard garden.
But, it's not illegal.
I'm sorry, it's just saying illegal.
And yet, the U.S. government charged me with tax fraud, and she has.
I'm sorry.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there.
So we left.
I found out, listen, and grand juries in America are seriously top secret affairs.
You don't know about it until you're arrested at 6 a.m.
the following morning.
But I'm John McAfee.
I did, in fact, start the world's largest computer security company.
So not much gets by me electronically.
And so I found out about the grand jury.
A week before, Janice, myself, our four large dogs, and our staff of nine went to Miami, grabbed our yacht, and we toured off to the Bahamas.
I don't know how much time we had.
Fuck it.
I'm telling the story anyway.
So go to the Bahamas.
I know they're going to come for me, which they did.
They made an illegal attempt to collect both Janice and myself.
In June of 2019, six hours before the SWAT team came, we left that night and headed to Cuba.
We got to Havana a few days later.
We were there for two months and then we were collected by the Cuban government that said the United States is unofficial.
There's no official communication.
But unofficially asked us to return you and your wife to America.
I go, fuck.
But the guy goes, however, we're disinclined to do so.
But Mr.
McAfee, you must understand that now you are a serious problem for us.
We're giving you 72 hours to get the fuck out of Cuba.
Which we did, by the way.
We had a yacht.
God, it almost took us the entire 72 hours.
But we got out 16 hours ahead of time.
Four and a half days at sea.
Didn't tell anybody.
Pulled into the Dominican Republic and were surrounded, as soon as we docked, by the internal forces of the Dominican Republic.
Private, meaning, you know, reporting directly to the president, security.
Mean motherfuckers.
We spent four days in the fucking head.
By the way, I'm a jail aficionado.
I mean, I've been in jail in 11 different countries.
Mexico, way at the top of my goddamn list.
Want to get arrested?
Get arrested.
Mexico.
The least?
The Dominican fucking Republic.
I mean, I've been in jails, but nothing that could even remotely describe.
This is for Janice, myself, and our staff.
We're collected and sent to a Dominican Republic jail.
Hey, listen, like I said, can't recommend it.
Certainly not as a beginner.
No, if you're a serious jail-efficient and you want the experience of a goddamn lifetime, yes!
Go and beat up somebody in a bar.
In Santiago.
And just spend a few nights in jail.
You will experience...
Paint me a picture.
Tell me what it's like.
Give me the details.
Of what?
The jail?
Yeah.
Janice...
I need help, baby.
The man's asking for details, of which you know I remember a few.
Janice will come.
Okay.
She was, unfortunately...
Poor lady.
Unfortunately.
Also incarcerated.
You look great, baby.
You don't need to have your hair done.
Okay.
Okay.
Oh, it'll...
This...
Such a fan.
Whoa.
Here.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Hello.
Hello, Janice.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you also.
Yes.
This lady, Janice, I don't know how many times I've been married.
I really fucking don't know what she did.
I know I have now 48 kids.
The last one I just found out about a month ago.
Two months.
But this is the love of my life.
Unlikely, as that may seem.
I mean, clearly I am one handsome mofo.
Yes, you are.
Average-looking...
Overweight somewhat, you know, non-Asian woman, one of them, okay, take off 50 fucking points, is the love of my life.
Anyway, they're asking about...
Are you going to tell me?
Also, the Dominican fucking Republic.
Yeah.
I'm sure you remember them, I sure as fuck do.
Where should we start?
Where should we start?
Okay, so they kept moving us, giving us no goddamn information, trying to keep us away from the wars because they had been given instructions by somebody to send those motherfuckers back to America.
That became really clear.
Now, They tried, obviously, to keep me away from a lawyer.
That's really hard.
I've been in jail so many times.
They separated us from when they took us to the second jail, when they were actually supposed to be taking us to the airport.
That's where they said they were taking us to, and then they took us to another detention center.
Where we had to spend another night.
No electricity, no running fucking water, no nothing, no glass in the windows, just iron, rusted fucking iron bars.
It's like mosquitoes.
I'm sorry?
Yes, so lots of mosquitoes, yes.
Oh, fuck me!
I mean, if you were hungry, just reach out, close your fist, and eat them.
I mean, you'd be fine.
Right?
The mosquitoes, fuck!
It was unbelievable.
Unbelievable.
Yeah.
And dirty, I imagine.
Dirty.
We have photos on both Twitter and Instagram, I think, of at least me.
Listen, it's hard to keep me...
I'm entertained.
I don't care where I am.
So in jail, we managed to get a camera.
Well, we had all of our stuff, remember?
Yeah, right.
We were on our way to the airport.
We had all our stuff.
In any case, I have a camera, and so I'm taking fucking photos inside a Dominican Republic jail.
Now, when's the last time that So you guys can go on to Twitter and search it or search it on the internet.
John McAfee, Janice McAfee, jail, Dominican Republic.
And you're going to have some very smiling photos of me.
No goddamn mattresses.
What's a fucking mattress for?
You know, mattresses in real life?
No.
Sleep on a concrete floor on these crisscrossed wires.
We don't give a flying fuck.
No, that's the reality.
So We've got those photos on the goddamn internet.
He did a little photo shoot there.
Why?
My exit from this life is right around the corner.
And I promise you people between here and that fucking corner will be a thousand lifetimes for the average fucking person.
End of story.
Well said.
How did you get out?
How did you get out?
Tell me what happened next.
Yeah, we were able to get to the lawyers the next day.
They took us to the head of immigration and we were able to speak with our lawyers.
And that's when they discussed that they had to send us back to America.
No, there's no fighting it.
We just had to go.
And so John got the lawyers to file a brief.
First, before they move us anywhere, that we should be able to speak before the judge.
So we wanted them to hear our case before they could move us anywhere.
And so while they were following the paperwork, John had to stall for time.
And so he did that by faking a stroke.
And he passed them on the floor while they were counting the money that they were returning to us.
And he had a stroke, so I'm trying to be, you know, emotional because I know that he's faking.
So it was quite the acting job we both did, I think.
There were Emmys or Oscars giving up for real life acting.
I mean, real fucking life.
Definitely, Oscar.
You're in immigration.
The head of immigration who reports the goddamn president...
The fucking country is right there by his side.
He's saying, listen, I'm sorry, it's very...
He said, senor, it's muy, muy, muy complicado.
Meaning, my friend, this is extremely, extremely fucking complicated.
That's what he was saying.
As soon as he said that, I got my large going...
We are way over our heads here.
File a brief.
Because I've been in the international news and so had Janice.
We've been arrested for some unspecified fucking charges in the Dominican Republic.
So I'm going, you know what?
I see where our advantage is.
They have fucked us over legally, and we have abided by the law.
So I asked my lawyers, okay, finally when I figured it out, fuck me, they're sending us back to America.
I told my lawyers, file a brief.
It was a Friday at 1.15 in the afternoon that file a brief for the Supreme Court.
Demanding that I have my day before they ship me anywhere.
Knowing that the court would have to say fucking yes!
Or at least it would be filed as, hey, it was already filed in fucking brief.
You can't ship your sorry ass anywhere.
So no.
But the lawyer said, it's in your order.
I said, don't say orders.
It's going to take two hours.
And I go, two hours?
Don't worry.
I'll give you two fucking hours.
Okay, now get to your...
Alright, well, yes, I told them this already.
You fell on the floor and you passed out and you faked a stroke.
Now, you come to and you explain that part.
So now, I fall on the floor in convulsions.
I wake up.
I refuse to notice or recognize anyone, including my own security, which is about to be deported with Janus.
Some to the Bahamas, some to America.
But everybody's there.
And I can't recognize anybody.
Not my head of security, not the head of immigration, whose office, three minutes before, I had been negotiating with him.
Nobody...
And when people approach me, I scream.
And I scoot back against the wall, screaming and crying.
Don't touch me!
Don't touch me!
No!
No, no, no!
It was funny.
Yeah, and they were trying to keep me away from him.
They didn't even want me to see because where they took him to, he was way...
Anyways, so the lady, she said, you know what, can you come and see if he recognizes you and whatever?
And so I'm like, babe, babe, are you okay?
I was like, it's me, it's me, it's your wife.
And he's like, oh, oh.
Like, yes, I think I know who you are, but I just...
He goes, listen, here's the unfortunate thing that happened.
After I fell, they had a goddamn doctor on the same fucking floor as they had of immigration.
It only took him 12 seconds to get there.
Now, he's looking at me through a physician's eyes going, hmm...
You know what?
Mind you, everybody was looking at him that way.
Oh, everybody.
When he was like faking passed out, they all were kind of standing back looking at him like, this is bullshit.
I don't know, man.
But I could see what was happening in the fucking doctor's mind, going...
You know what?
I mean, I say there's a 90% chance this motherfucker's faking, but you know what?
If he's not and he dies, it's John fucking McAfee who died under my goddamn care.
So he's going, all right, send him to the hospital right now.
So I go, We fucking won.
And did we not win?
Yeah, but they see, they were after...
Once he was kind of...
Once they decided they were going to take him to the hospital, they said I had to go.
So I was already...
They had already moved me.
I was actually at the airport when they called and said they were taking him to the hospital.
And then they brought me to the hospital to be with them.
Now, I knew they were not going to send Janice off.
Because somebody...
Well, they were trying to.
Somebody hired the head of immigration...
But the Dominican Republic goes, you know what?
If that old motherfucker dies on us, and his wife, who he said much earlier was his nurse, that 74-year-old decrepit old man, if he dies.
How are we going to fucking explain this when we sent his nurse away in just a few minutes?
So they grabbed Janice just before they're about to put her on.
I knew this would happen.
Fuck me, people.
It's not my first rodeo, remember?
Not even my biggest.
Nevertheless, So I knew they would grab her.
And so she showed up at the hospital.
Now, all I had to do was waste two fucking, not even two hours.
I mean, because my act took 15 minutes.
It took 15 minutes to rush me to the hospital.
It took Well, two minutes before I was surrounded by 15 doctors, all of them going, oh my God, okay.
Listen, if he's going to die, how are we going to make it look like he died in Haiti instead of the Dominican Republic?
No, seriously, I can see it.
Word to come down.
The Mopo ain't dying in this country, are we clear?
No.
I'm sorry, people.
To be laughing is something that most of you might be considering serious.
If you want to know what serious is, come live in my fucking shoes for 15 minutes.
Random goddamn day.
Did you go to America or not?
Did they extradite you?
Where did you go next?
How did you do it?
They sent us back to London.
So they granted that...
They granted the motion to stay the extradition to America so that we can go to court.
And so once that happened, you know, it was like they knew they lost.
So they came to us and said, okay, Mr.
McAfee, where would you like us to send you?
Now the tables have turned.
The actual criminal courts have said, no, you can't ship that motherfucker anywhere.
Until we asked what the fuck went down.
But everything that went down was illegal on behalf of the Dominican Republic.
So, it changed so rapidly.
You have no fucking idea.
The lawyers came in waving the paper.
Mm-hmm.
Less than a minute later, the head of immigration came by and said, Mr.
McAfee, where do you want to fucking go?
Anywhere in the world.
I said, England.
Yes, he said.
The next thing, we were carted off in a goddamn convoy.
Escorted by a colonel of the Dominican Republic Army in the car with us, guaranteeing our fucking safety.
We went into the VIP lounge at the Santiago International Airport, reserved for heads of state.
And other important people.
Where?
We were served by white gloved servants.
Serving champagne and caviar.
Whereas...
But we got Burger King though.
I didn't want any caviar.
I just wanted a burger.
In any case, no.
Whereas...
15 hours earlier...
We were in a fucking...
Of course, hell holds.
They had our dogs.
This was the worst part about it.
They immediately wanted us off the boat.
They didn't want us back on the boat.
There was no way for anybody to go on the boat to feed the dogs or anything.
They finally gave us that concession 10 hours into it.
Mind you, they've been on the boat this entire time.
As soon as we got to the port, we couldn't be inside our boat.
We had to come outside.
The dogs Didn't have any water.
They didn't have any food this entire time.
We had to lock them off so that they could come and board our boat and search and everything.
That was the worst part because they were alone that entire time we were locked up.
We were locked up for four days.
And by the third day, the third day was when they actually allowed somebody to go back on the boat and go and see about the dogs.
So, yeah, it was...
It's a good thing that all four of them Our dogs survived.
You know, I'm a reasonable motherfucker.
However, if you mistreat a child, a helpless woman, a dog, or even a fucking horse, in front of me, you had better be able to run faster than me.
The same.
So you went to London?
You went to London.
How did the dogs get?
Did they go on the plane or what?
No, so we had to leave them there, and we had some friends come from America to get the dogs, and that took another week.
But by then, they actually, as we were leaving, they were trying to find somewhere where they could house them, and they ended up finding this couple that had a large kennel, I believe, where they just had a lot of dogs that they were housing.
And so they were able to go there and be comfortable and be taken care of.
Yeah, the dogs were taken care of and returned to America intact and healthy.
And you were in London now at this stage, the story of the yarn?
When we got to London...
We spent how many nights?
We went on the ground, I'm sorry.
We spent like two nights there?
Two what?
We spent two nights there, yeah?
One.
One night.
Yeah, we got to London.
We got to London on a Friday late at night.
Yes, one night.
Thank God it was a Friday because I knew that even though England was America's closest ally, there was no government office in the world opening after 6 o'clock on a Friday evening.
So we had the weekend.
Nevertheless, we checked into a hotel that took only cryptocurrency and early the following morning left London.
To countries on milk, which we have never revealed.
Ah, okay.
So tell me, just that point.
There are hotels in London which only take cryptocurrency.
Oh, absolutely.
All over the world.
I mean, finally, any city that doesn't have a hotel that only takes cryptocurrency.
Ah.
And do you mainly spend crypto rather than fiat currencies when you're traveling?
Is that your means of getting around?
Listen, we don't own fiat currency.
How could we possibly have fiat currency?
We can't have a bank account, cannot possibly have a credit card, cannot write checks.
No, we're not part of that world.
We're part of the new world.
For those of you who don't know that there is a new parallel economy thriving growing right now next to you and you don't even see it.
You poor people.
We don't depend on government.
We don't depend on what the market fucking says Monero is worth.
No, we don't give a shit.
We One more narrow a year ago is one more narrow today for those of us living in this fucking world.
Do you understand that we don't give a shit what the market says?
We don't care.
Go ahead.
Can I just pick you up on that one?
If you are totally dependent on crypto...
What is that in your wife's hand behind you?
It looks like a shotgun to me.
He's not even back there.
Leave him alone.
He's not there.
Stop it.
Behave yourself.
Make him behave.
Janice, tell him to...
Do you have any control over him?
No, none.
None whatsoever.
He's a prankster.
Some women try to reform their men, don't they?
That's ridiculous.
That's ridiculous and it's futile.
And it's not even worse than energy.
With any man in the world, it is ridiculous and futile.
With me...
It's absurd.
Okay.
But may I pick you up on that key point?
If I were dependent wholly for my existence on cryptos, I think it would matter to me very much whether one Bitcoin could buy a mansion or whether it could buy a McDonald's.
Unless, of course, I had so many Bitcoin that it was irrelevant.
Well, first of all, nobody in the right fucking mind Either accepts Bitcoin or uses Bitcoin.
It's an artifact.
It's an artifact from an old ancient age of cryptocurrency.
Bitcoin's not real.
Nobody accepts it or takes it anymore.
So what should I have now?
If I were to be like you, to live your life.
Using crypto for what its purpose is, you should have nothing.
Nothing.
Why bother getting involved?
If you think the market is going to make you money or lose you money, then why don't you go to Las Vegas and play roulette or craps or just the fucking slot machines?
There's no difference.
But if you see what crypto is, and what its potential is, and what people today are using it for, you know, look at the price of Monero.
I don't give a shit if it's $63 or $6,000.
It doesn't matter to me, even though that's all I own.
All that I know is the deals I have made with people which have gone on for over a year are, you'll sell me those shoes for.13 on their mark.
As long as that deal is kept, do I give a flying fuck what the market says only if I want to get out of crypto and try to get rich.
But if I'm that sort of person, then you would never have been invited to this circle of truth, people.
Because we don't give a goddamn fuck about what the price of Monero is in relationship to goddamn dollars.
So, to be clear, when you want to buy a beer in a hotel, or a Jameson and beer.
Obviously, that's your tipple.
Do you use Monero?
Is that the currency of choice?
If I'm staying at the hotel, of course.
Duh.
And the price of the cost of the room has nothing to do with what the fucking market is doing that day.
Because the owners of that fucking hotel are buying all of their goods and services in Monero and paying their staff in Monero.
People, we have created a new alternative parallel economy and we're living it while you people are fucking talking it.
Christ, will you wake up?
And we're out of time.
Thank you so much.
All right.
Thank you.
That's been very interesting.
Great.
Thank you.
Bye.
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