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With the dough leavened for too long, the bread is now rotten and sour worldwide. The clay chalice is displayed, glazed with gold. But the buyers murmur, the wine inside it is way too expensive. In stead of buying and selling, the West tries to rent. But in the forthcoming big depression the bankers are standing completely distraught.

Babylon stands decorated ridiculously like a cheap christmas tree.  But her once so willing consumers step back and call: Oh, how horrible is this gross creature. Look, there is no hope, healing, or cure for her recovery.  But her big fall has already been written for a long time on her own city wall. The postponement of the end-time has taken way too long already. Therefore, woe to the day of the one-world-citizenship culture.

With the West peering hopefully at each other for the last time. The big Red Bear roars: Not one of you is a match for me, or my equal. So, why should I endure your Western culture before me any longer? With your many sanctions sent at me so utterly foolishly. Russia begins to ogle around for more attacks. After this, the West’s horizons become badly disfigured by war-smoke-columns.

With the dough now leavened for way too long, the bread is now totally rotten and sour worldwide. One after the next economic black day is now ignited throughout the financial week. The investors weep and commit suicide in this hour of anguish. They know that there will never ever be healing or cure for recovery again. In thick capital letters the writing is now on the global wall:  BEHOLD, BARTER IS FINALLY HERE!