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  There is More to BlackRock Than You Might Imagine Column:  Economics Region:  USA in the World A virtually unregulated investment firm today exercises more political and financial influence than the Federal Reserve and most governments on this planet. The firm, BlackRock Inc., the world’s largest asset manager, invests a staggering $9 trillion in client funds worldwide, a sum more than double the annual GDP of the Federal Republic of Germany. This colossus sits atop the pyramid of world corporate ownership, including in China most recently. Since 1988 the company has put itself in a position to de facto control the Federal Reserve, most Wall Street mega-banks, including Goldman Sachs, the Davos World Economic Forum Great Reset, the Biden Administration and, if left unchecked, the economic future of our world. BlackRock is the epitome of what Mussolini called Corporatism, where an unelected corporate elite dictates top down to the population. How the world’s largest “shadow bank” exer

  Problems of the Evolutionary Hypothesis I do not hold the concept of evolution—Darwinian or otherwise—to be a tenable speculation; this is viewing the debate from a slightly different perspective from those of others who question evolution. The so called "Theory of Evolution" was first proposed by Darwin based on observable physiological characteristics. This was seized upon as an escape from the dominance of religious thought, which had held that man was a being made, and thus owned, by a mystical God. Some—a very few-fossilised remains of human—like bones were found, and the "flow-chart" constructed which fit the theory. Basically, in order to explain similarities of form across species the theory was, and is, that the various species must have had a common ancestor and then "diverged" in small but cumulative ways. It was a neat story. And there are some small ways it does work, but only within species. As an explanation for the variety of species, and

                                             North Queensland, when I knew it in the early 1990’s was still fairly sparsely populated, especially north of Townsville. The population seemed to be made up of either locals who’d never moved more than 10k’s from their home; farmers who drove at half the speed limit, a hat pulled firmly down over their ears never checking any mirrors for anyone else on the road; and the odd balls, drifters, loners, quasi hippies without the commune, people looking for a place to drop out of the populated mainstream that was, and still is, the cities of the south. I’d found a nice little house to purchase, one road back from the sea itself. It was brick, unusual in that country of wooden houses on stilts, the so called “Queenslanders”,, or concrete hollow blocks that in England we had called clinkers. It had been built as a show home to try and encourage the sale of the other blocks developed around a country club sort of affair, not then existent. It was to