Here at long last is the final chapter of The Jade Steps.  I could not understand why I just couldn't seem to finish it - until I realized that I didn't want to let Malinali - known to history as La Malinche (lah-mah-lin-chay) - and her incredible story go.  Now I have.

Her saga is one of the more extraordinary in all history.  Now it is complete - save for an Epilogue, which explains why it is so critically important for the truth of her story be known.

So it's worth re-emphasizing again that The Jade Steps is a true story.  Every principal event described actually happened, every named person really lived and had that name.  It all happened almost 500 years ago, but it still remains the cause of the civil war within Mexico's soul.  Mexico will never rise out of the Third World and overcome its inferiority complex towards America until this spiritual wound is healed.  That is the purpose of this book.]

The Jade Steps
Chapter Thirty-Four:  La Malinche

Malinali sat on the roof of her home, serenely looking out upon the sunlit waters of Lake Texcoco.  Cortez had the home built for her, here in Coyoacan, next to the palace of the former King of Coyoacan that he was using as his headquarters to manage the growing empire of New Spain.

It was cool here, with the breeze coming off the lake, and the shade of the awnings and all the plants Cortez had brought up to the roof to make it a garden.  It was peaceful and quiet - which is what she appreciated the most.

Almost a year had passed since the fall of Tenochtitlan, the capture of Cuauhtémoc, and the death of the Aztec Empire.  As she looked back upon all that had happened since, that day of what the Spaniards called August 13 [1521.  It is now mid-June, 1522.] It seemed like just a day before yet so long ago.

Her name was Jacqueline.

I thought of her as I stood on the beach looking out at the waves. It was a lonely stretch of beach in north Malibu, near the Ventura County Line. Far away from the frenetic bustle of L.A., I had moved up here where it was peaceful and quiet, where I could walk on the beach in solitude and recover from her loss.

She was born in the French Alps, the daughter of a cheesemaker. Growing up in the rustic village of Villette‑par‑Aime in the province of Savoie south of Mont Blanc, she had had a Heidi‑like childhood ‑‑ herding sheep, milking cows, gathering wild raspberries and mushrooms in the forest.

She grew up to be a tough strong mountain girl, helping her family eke out the montagnard (French mountain peasant) way of life amongst the glaciers and waterfalls, the high alpine pastures strewn with wildflowers, the valleys and crags of the Alps.

Finishing the local school, she made her way to Paris as a magician's apprentice in a traveling magic show that toured through the small villages and towns of France, from Provence to Gascony, from Brittany to Champagne. Once in Paris, she struggled at part‑time office jobs while taking singing and dancing lessons at night.

The lessons paid off when she was hired by the legendary Folies Bergère.

With her spectacular beauty, she quickly became the world famous show's principal showgirl, idolized by all of Paris and surrounded by a horde of admirers ‑‑ writers, directors, millionaires, and playboys.

"Every night," she had told me, "there would be so many roses in my dressing room I hardly had any space to change costumes. And just two years before, I was digging potatoes with my mother and herding cows with my father!"

Her life had become a dream. But her greatest dream lay beyond Paris ‑‑ it was to come to America.

All Your (Data)Base Are Belong to Us: OPM, Failure & Legitimacy

You can think of this as part 3 of the Half-Full Report. Part 1: Wild Cards and Part 2: The McRaven Mindset were already too stacked for the amount of coverage this issue requires. Frankly, this is also just too damn important. I wasn't kidding when I said:

"It will take American intelligence decades to recover, and the level of idiocracy/ incompetence involved here is beyond anything you've ever seen from the Obama administration. I repeat: anything."

If enough people have a demand for a particular product, whether it is prostitution, gambling, drugs and alcohol, or an anonymous, instantaneous and low-cost money transfer, it will be supplied.

The big issue at the moment is money transfer. Governments want to know both the source of everyone's money and how it is spent in order to collect more taxes, regulate behavior, reduce certain types of criminality and increase political control.

The IRS and other government agencies claim that all of the financial information they collect is strictly confidential -- which is a laughable claim in an age when Lois Lerner, Edward Snowden and all of those Chinese and Russian hackers flout the rules.

As the government has become more and more intrusive in the financial affairs of individuals and businesses, the incentives for those who can develop ways to either legally or illegally get around the increasingly costly and abusive regulations has grown.

This dynamic promises to create alternative private currencies that will make government currencies obsolete.