Another colorful writer, like our own TIG, is Don Stott (ColoradoGold):
Another week fellow serfs! What new laws will the Congress stuff down our
throats? What new prosecutions for violations of their "regulations" will
bureaucrats execute? How many new employees will big government hire this
week? How many billions will Bed & bath, Home Depot, Wal Mart, Hobby
Lobby, et al, ship off to China this week? How many un-inspected containers will
land at Long Beach or Los Angeles this week, chock full of appliances, toys, tools,
furniture, clothing, and maybe even a few hidden aliens? How many thousand
Mexicans will cross the borders illegally, and if they die of thirst or other, have their
families hire lawyers to sue the US for lack of watering facilities for illegals? How
many obscene new Rap or other songs will be released this week, which will further
denigrate the already missing morality and literacy of our youth? How many Arab
Muslims will be making plans to blow up the Capitol, White House, or other
American edifices this week? How many thousands will Bill Clinton rake in this
week for mundane speeches?
We'll all go off to work this week to pay exorbitant taxes, which require the
elimination of Mom staying home to raise the kids. How many kids this week will
go astray because of Mom not being there? We're all sort of like puppets or
marionettes, struggling to pay Uncle Sam's ever increasing demands on our efforts
and abilities to pay. The States are virtually bankrupt because of decreases in state
taxes, as are cities and towns, but the fed can print forever, so there is no lack of
funds for DC to spend. The media tells us constantly that the economy is
"recovering," as the stock market goes down further. The airlines are bankrupt,
and each day makes flying more and more distasteful and painful, because of the
"war on terrorism," which cannot ever be won, other than totally regimenting the
citizenry, who have become feudal serfs, with taxes, and interest consuming their
very lives. As Tennessee Ernie Ford used to sing, "We Owe Our Lives To The
Company Store." The "company store" being government, with its millions of
octopus like tentacles reaching into our every waking minute. We're all waiting for
the next terror attack, and each new day brings new "warnings," as if we could stop
nerve gas being inserted into the DC subway, or some grunt coming ashore at
Seattle with a suitcase bomb attached to his body. "Praise Allah!" they pray 6
times a day, while they kneel down towards Mecca. All the while the cities
continue their total decline, because of government paying bums not to work, and
adolescent females to have illegitimate babies. 20 year old public housing is blown
up because it has been vandalized by its occupants till it is beyond repair. But we'll
build more public housing, only at ground level, and that will solve the problems!
Oh sure, and pigs will fly next week. How marvelous that the lawmakers and
printers of virtually worthless currencies around the world have taken it upon
themselves to tax the producers into subservience and non production, and dole out
undeserved largess to the lazy, illiterate, criminal, and procreating animals, who are
filling the earth with slime.
How lucky we are to be able to think and protect ourselves from this mess by
getting out of failing dollars and stocks, and into gold and silver, which will at least
secure us from economic ruin. Gold and silver won't make America neutral, won't
stop mindless welfare and foreign aid, and certainly will not rejuvenate our once
wonderful cities. Gold and silver won't stop absurd self immolation by morons who
think they'll receive instant immortality with a plentiful supply of virgins, nor will it
restore economic vitality to our land, but it will protect us from further inflation at
the hands of a privately held, "federal reserve" which happens to be perhaps the
most fraudulently miss-named institution in history. See why I wanted to stop
writing this screed? It serves no purpose. We are on a roller coaster with all
downhill slopes. The surfs smile as the cars slide down into perdition, like the kids
in Pinocchio's amusement park. Is there a fairy godmother out there, or a Jiminy
Cricket to set us straight? |
