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Strategies & Market Trends : The coming US dollar crisis -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Giordano Bruno who wrote (51059)	4/11/2013 5:59:05 PM
From: Jeff Jordan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71463

Gamma rays aren't very nice to be around....the worst I thought?....I believe all x-rays are harmful. ...no worse the decay of inflated dollars....Jesus betrayed for 30 pieces of silver maybe $500, during the great depression .10 cents a day for wages wasn't much more or less than in roman times.....inflation deflation doesn't look to be we are better off for our labor....I place a high value on my work, what about you? We are drowning in worthless paper and promises of every kind....thy daily bread isn't what it used to be? Thieves in the temple....what do you do? Sacrifice doesn't see to be enough for the blood thirsty vermin infesting the halls of power. ......the coming dollar crisis is global....like a thief in the night The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: —Hamlet; Act I, Scene i "And when you've learned to squeak, my man, And caught the double sob, You're pretty much where you began: Just try and gibber if you can! That's something like a job! Of Ghosts, in days of old, Who 'gibbered in the Roman streets,' Dressed, if you recollect, in sheets They must have found it cold. ~Shakspeare [yt]328WhjAXpcs#t=2235s[/yt] `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. which one of those moons is solid gold, phobos? ...I guess our space friends are busy mining that rock?