No, I am not being a copper bore again. I'm being a silver bore, merely noting in passing that copper has cracked the $4.50 barrier and that your pre-82 Lincolns are now worth just a curly under three cents.
The more dramatic expression of inflationary alarmism lies in the mint's sale of Silver Eagles last month, about 6.4 million of them, a record.
Wonder if Ben and Terry and Barack will have anything to say about this plebiscite on the green paper which they jokingly refer to as money.
There are votes and then there are votes, and it's hard to imagine a more sincere ballot than wholesale trading of paper promises for a pretty metal which rings nicely when you drop it on a counter top.
I'll stop at the WalMart today, hoping Sam's kids haven't received the word yet and are still peddling Federal 550 packs at $18.97
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 3, 2011
Michelle Bachman -- getting serious about it
She's off to woo the Republicans in South Carolina who hold one of the South's earliest presidential primaries. If they should give her the nod, the shelling of Fort Sumter will regress to merely the second unhappiest event in that good state's history.
Maybe the worst thing about existing on the northern plains is the noticeable decline of one's brain power. For instance, I can't remember if the current arctic high pressure system is the fourth or fifth of the season. Or whether Al Gore invented global warming and Al Sharpton the internet or the other way around.
There are small compensations. As the neurons freeze, it takes less to amuse myself. I just ran a sunrise errand without carefully brushing all the new snow from the hood. "It will blow off on the highway, and that's very pretty."
The best thing is reading my friends down in the malarial zones. For instance, a Texas lady I know is writing that it may snow on the Rio Grande and using a full year's allocation of exclamation points, and that's almost as amusing as scratching designs on my frosted windows.
There are small compensations. As the neurons freeze, it takes less to amuse myself. I just ran a sunrise errand without carefully brushing all the new snow from the hood. "It will blow off on the highway, and that's very pretty."
The best thing is reading my friends down in the malarial zones. For instance, a Texas lady I know is writing that it may snow on the Rio Grande and using a full year's allocation of exclamation points, and that's almost as amusing as scratching designs on my frosted windows.
Feb 2, 2011
South Dakota: Turn 21 and buy a gun, or else
It's too bad they're not serious. A legislative proposal would require every South Dakotan to buy a gun upon reaching the age of 21 1/2.
The weapon would need to be "sufficient to provide for (the citizen's) ordinary self-defense"
The lawmakers are just funnin' with ya though. It's a spoof of the Obama health bill's requirement that you buy gummint-approved health insurance.
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Funny that it happened there, however. In the first place, South Dakota is a peaceful place where about 99 per cent of the folks go about their daily lives with a mind set on cordiality, courtesy, and minding their own business. And enough of that group already carry guns to be a real moderating influence on the other 1 per cent.
So they probably don't need it as bad as Kennesaw did.
The weapon would need to be "sufficient to provide for (the citizen's) ordinary self-defense"
The lawmakers are just funnin' with ya though. It's a spoof of the Obama health bill's requirement that you buy gummint-approved health insurance.
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Funny that it happened there, however. In the first place, South Dakota is a peaceful place where about 99 per cent of the folks go about their daily lives with a mind set on cordiality, courtesy, and minding their own business. And enough of that group already carry guns to be a real moderating influence on the other 1 per cent.
So they probably don't need it as bad as Kennesaw did.
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