Peace is the prize

what's this strange image on obverse of the Peace Prize medal?

What is a "friendship ceremony?"

Will we discover why Alfred Nobel forbade a prize in 'economics' ?

That a fake prize in economics was created?

Who was the first Sveriges Riksbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel awarded to?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Nobel_Memorial_Prize_laureates_in_Economics

What wacky neocon economic theory was legitimized by a fake prize award?

Why do pedovores give each other endless medal and awards?

Are the sponsors of the fake prizes, the judges who award the fake prizes and the people who are awarded the fake prizes all members of the same illuminated club of identity spoofing con artists ?

Ans:

The king has set up his mint by Thames.

He has struck coins; his dragon’s loins

germinate a crowded creaturely brood

to scuttle and scurry between towns and towns,

to furnish dishes and flagons with change of food;

small crowns, small dragons, hurry to the markets

under the king’s smile, or flat in houses squat.

The long file of their snouts crosses the empire,

and the other themes acknowledge our king’s head.

They carry on their backs little packs of value,

caravans; but I dreamed the head of a dead king

was carried on all, that they teemed on house-roofs

where men stared and studied them as I your thumbs’ epigrams,

hearing the City say Feed my lambs

to you and the king; the king can tame dragons to carriers,

but I came through the night, and saw the dragonlets’ eyes

leer and peer, and the house-roofs under their weight

creak and break; shadows of great forms

halloed them on, and followed over falling towns.

I saw that this was the true end of our making;

mother of children, redeem the new law.

https://www.fadedpage.com/books/20181213/html.php

>But that’s still in the future, or at least, it is hidden. Arthur, secure, begins minting coins. Sir Bors—image of Love Gone Right, remember—reports to his wife the conversations the economic committee had about the minting of coins. Taliessin is afraid of them: they are symbols, set loose from verse, running unchecked about the kingdom, separating exchange from community. But Sir Kay and the Archbishop think the coins are a great idea, because “money is a medium of exchange.”

https://theoddestinkling.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/an-introduction-to-taliessin-through-logres/

"I do worry about 5G…"

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Controversy about whether GW said

>https://fineartamerica.com/featured/1-washington-square-arch-granger.html

>>10576635

air is poison today

This is the way of this world in the day of that other’s;

make yourselves friends by means of the riches of iniquity,

for the wealth of the self is the health of the self exchanged.

What saith Heracleitus?—and what is the City’s breath?—

dying each other’s life, living each other’s death.

Money is a medium of exchange.’

Song of the Great Capitulation

I myself was once a raw recruit

And my ass was cotton candy

(Not just any share-cropper's daughter, with my looks and my talent and my aspirations for the best things in life)

So I told the world, now don't get cute,

Don't go and cut my brandy.

(With me it's all or nothing. Second place doesn't count. I am the master of my fate. The rules are for somebody else…)

But the little bird whispered in my ear,

It'll all be different in a year.

You'll be back in the big parade.

If they tell you to hop you'll hop.

You'll hop skip and chant

Til they order you to stop.

For orders must be obeyed.

That's the way of the big parade.

Where the promise of heaven is all you'll ever get paid,And the promise of heaven is a big charade.

(At least in my opinion.)

And you know before the year was out

I was drinking what they poured me.

(With a kid on the way and the price of bread being what it is, and what with one thing and another.)

For I found I didn't have the clout,

The cost of living floored me.

(You have to learn to live with people. You scratch my back I'll scratch yours. No use hitting your head against a brick wall…)

And then a little bird whispered in my ear,

Look, it didn't even take a year.

And you're back in the big parade.

And you sing along with whatever gets played.

If they tell you to hop, you hop.

And you hop, chant and jump 'til they tell you to stop.

That's the way of the big parade.

Where the promise of heaven is all you'll ever get paid,

And the promise of heaven is a big charade.

(At least in my opinion.)

We've all seen them that reach for the stars

And attack the nearest mountain.

(Hard work, humility and so on.)

When just one beer in one of their bars

Would cave their whole account in.

(When life hands you lemons, make lemonade)

But then a little bird whispers in my ear,

It'll all look different in a year.

They'll be back in the big parade.

And they'll sing along with whatever gets played.

If they're told to hop, they hop.

They'll hop skip and jump

'Til they tell them to stop.

Life's got rules must be obeyed.

Where the promise of heaven is all you'll ever get paid, And the promise of heaven is a big charade.

(At least in my opinion.)