Oh, yes, often.
It's all a plot by the Freemasons, or the Illuminati, or the Council on Foreign Relations, or Skull and Bones, or the Bilderberg Group, or the Vienna School of Economics, etc., etc.
But I can't tell you who the REAL group of plotters is, because I'm a member, sworn to secrecy on pain of slow death.
That reminds me of a joke when Clinton was President.
Bill Clinton is returning to Washington on Air Force 1 from a trip to Arkansas. He gets off the plane, carrying a large pig under each arm. When he gets to the bottom of the stairs, the guard there snaps to attention, salutes and shouts, "Sir, good morning, Sir! "
Clinton says, "In Arkansas, we say 'Mawnin' ' "
Guard: "Sir, yes Sir! Mawnin', Sir! "
Clinton: "What do you think of these?" nodding at the pigs.
Guard: "Sir, very fine pigs, Sir! "
Clinton: "In Arkansas, we call them razorbacks."
Guard: "Sir, yes Sir! Very fine razorbacks, Sir! "
Clinton: "I got one for Hillary and one for Chelsea."
Guard: "Sir, yes Sir! Very fine trade, Sir! "
Every year at this time, I read Col. McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" and Walt Whitman's "Song for all Seas, all Ships" and have to hold back the tears.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
TO-DAY a rude brief recitative,
Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal;
Of unnamed heroes in the ships- Of waves spreading and spreading, far as the eye can reach;
Of dashing spray, and the winds piping and blowing;
And out of these a chant, for the sailors of all nations,
Fitful, like a surge.
Of Sea-Captains young or old, and the Mates- and of all intrepid Sailors;
Of the few, very choice, taciturn, whom fate can never surprise, nor death dismay,
Pick'd sparingly, without noise, by thee, old Ocean- chosen by thee,
Thou Sea, that pickest and cullest the race, in Time, and unitest Nations!
Suckled by thee, old husky Nurse- embodying thee!
Indomitable, untamed as thee.
(Ever the heroes, on water or on land, by ones or twos appearing,
Ever the stock preserv'd, and never lost, though rare- enough for seed preserv'd.)
Flaunt out O Sea, your separate flags of nations!
Flaunt out, visible as ever, the various ship-signals!
But do you reserve especially for yourself, and for the soul of man, one flag above all the rest,
A spiritual woven Signal, for all nations, emblem of man elate above death,
Token of all brave captains, and all intrepid sailors and mates,
And all that went down doing their duty;
Reminiscent of them- twined from all intrepid captains, young or old;
A pennant universal, subtly waving, all time, o'er all brave sailors,
All seas, all ships.