The Peripatetic School

Why didn’t someone tell me?

Well, the new year is here, 2015, and may are predicting dire happenings. Perhaps I am just preaching to the choir today, but maybe a line or two here will strike a chord, or can be passed along to others. I wish someone would have told me about metals much sooner. I don't mind that I finally got on the train at a bad time. I am on and not getting off. I know it is not about investing any longer, but perhaps investing is a good angle from which to bring up the topic these days--people understand that. What they do not get is the FED, CFR, IMF, Bilderberger, globalist, Wall Street, corrupt, criminal, fiat-manipulating conspiracy.

"Save us, Oh FED"

Turd deserves a day off!

And we must have something new to read!

I was on an anniversary vacation (27 years) in lovely Sedona Arizona yesterday when I noticed the headline on the USA Today weekend edition praising the FED for saving the stock markets. I had to stop and read ... It just burns me to see news manipulation in action while I am trying to relax.

Weekend Reading & Soul Searching

Keeping our perspective in weeks like this helps all of us to keep our cool and act rationally in our own personal best interests. After I stopped screaming Friday afternoon, I was struck with the necessity of a healthy perspective.  Come on in to re-read (or read for the 1st time) several "Epic Posts" by members here that may just help us keep our heads. The heart of hte matter seems to be our commitment to hold on to our story of Keynesian failure, rather than giving into the MSM story of Keynesian success, selling our metals, writing off our losses, and re-joining the larger society. It seems to be a choice that many readers here have to revisit every couple of weeks. Are we fooling ourselves in massive cognitive dissonance, or are we right?  (image by Pining)

Why is it taking so long?

Which metaphor is most accurate? A collapsing stage on which the antagonists fight? Musical chairs of gold ownership? Or the Pirates of the Caribbean maelstrom that was sucking down the losers as they fired rounds at one another? I am certain the metaphor is NOT a sunny road into the future where “hope” motivates us to achieve our liberal-socialist dreams of equality, prosperity, and an easy retirement.

The Golden Canary

Why not have a bit of fresh weekend reading while Turd is under the weather. Feel free to share this short article with anyone whom it may benefit.

Gold has always been viewed as a safe haven for investors when world markets are in turmoil. When the bear comes out of the cave, sell your stocks and guy gold, then sit tight until the bulls are back. That cute little system has worked for people since our nation left the gold standard back in the sixties, but it has turned gold into the proverbial canary in the coal mine. When the canary stops singing, due to unbreathable or flammable gasses building up, the miners better get out. 

The Jeremiad

The other day I found myself saddled with the Jeremiah complex. I have been posting short warnings on Facebook (a site which most of my family reads vigorously) about the economic situation. I started the day the “satan signal” appeared. I just thought that was very interesting and people might be curious and open to hear about FED manipulation and the PPT. But each time I begin preaching, I have certain relatives to tell me to stop being a gloom ‘n doomer. (I probably shouldn’t have had that beer before I sat down to write my last Facebook post).

To buy or not to buy

I recall walking through an antique store in Centerville Indiana in 2001 and noticing that one dealer had hundreds of silver coins in cardboard holders on the table top for folks to look through, unwatched by security or anyone except the cashier about 30 feet away who was often distracted ringing people up. At $4.75 per ounce, the shoplifters were after better stuff.

I speak, therefore, I think, therefore I am.

When I first learned there was a thing called money, I soon realized I could exchange it for candy and toys. My allowance was in dollars. Everything I desired was denominated in dollars. My paper route customers paid me in dollars. Later, my paycheck was denominated in dollars, my expenses were in dollars, so were the value of my possessions—both assets and debts. My small business, my equity in the house, my mortgage, my car loan, dinner at the Mexican restaurant, groceries, vacations—they are all denominated in dollars. How can I ever escape?

The Exigence

A truth we teach in the field of rhetoric is that a speech responds to a problem in society and retains its power as long as the situation which called it forth still exists. We call this an “exigence.” I suppose there was a time when people read Patrick Henry’s most famous speech, after the war was over, after the exigence had been satisfied, and these people appreciated Henry for his passion and efforts. But the speech’s work was done, it had no more grounds by which to move people. It was just another lesson in history. But today a growing situation has reinvigorated Henry’s speech. And it forces those of us in the US to examine ourselves as a parallel exigence arises.

Fool me once, shame on you...

Well, its not every week, or even any week, that you will get two posts out of me. But recent events demanded to be shared lest any of the fine members of T-ville be deceived!

Turd, you should probably not read this...

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