Tag: silver
When the bank responsible for suppressing the price of silver is the same bank amassing more silver than anyone in history, you don’t have to be Albert Bagelstein to figure out that you need to be trading your fake money (dollars) for silver.
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Why would you buy a Casper mattress, when everybody is sleeping on silver?
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No matter what you want to buy, I’ve got it FOR SALE. It may be something completely different, but that’s balanced out by the fact that it’s more expensive. And broken.
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Whoa! What a promotion! I’m gonna go broke offering crazy deals like this! But you won’t go poor holding dollars. You can trust The Banksters. They only care about your future.
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I spend all my time searching for True Love, and when I find it, I will have found the greatest treasure. But in the meantime, it couldn’t hurt if I also looked for buried gold and silver.
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I love sound money. The dollar is too Helen Kelleresque to take seriously as a store of wealth.
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When it rains, I often think about Noah, and how he had no room for his mother-in-law onboard his ark, and this makes me sad, because she could have slept with the pigs, and he could have gouged her on the rent.
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I collect silver. You know, for a rainy day. That’s also why I collect umbrellas. I would sell you one, but I’d much rather rent them out.
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9/10 dentists recommend my toothpaste. Now available in a Brand New Flavor: Extra Squishy Pink Slime! (Tastes just like a McDonald’s hamburger.)
You never learn more about customer service than you do when you’re in the trenches of a Great War.
There I was, in WWI, being attacked on all sides by the Vietnamese jungle, when I found myself out of Adult Diapers.
With my Portable Vending Machine out of commission, due to its wheelbarrow’s tire having been shot off by IRS agents, I was in desperate need of assistance.
That’s when I saw him. He floated down from the clouds like a bronzed statue of Beyonce, wearing golden roller skates and a nametag that said, “Kevin.”
I noticed Kevin was carrying a scroll, and without reading it I knew its contents. This was The Lost Secrets of Customer Service, rumored to have burnt up with the Library of Alexandria.
That’s when a #TruthBomb exploded next to me, leaving me disoriented and discombobulated.
As if by osmosis, I was absorbing all The Archaic Wisdom of The Sages Throughout The Ages.
I felt empowered, as if I could hop directly from being a fry cook at McDonald’s all the way up to cashier, maybe even surpassing the friendliness and performance of The Kiosks, who make great friends, but poor co-workers, both because they stole all the glory that should have been mine and because they don’t get paid for the work that they do.
No longer would Dennis, my 16-year-old boss, treat me like I was some sort of needy infant, always demanding money in exchange for labor. Now Dennis would see my True Value, and would reward me accordingly. Soon I’d be richer than Solomon, and wiser too, armed with the knowledge obtained in this book.
I’m rating this book five stars, because Amazon caps the limit. But if I could, I’d rate it like Abraham’s seed, as it deserves to accumulate all the stars of heaven. This is a book for all generations, and the best time to buy it is yesterday. But you can’t, so I suppose RIGHT NOW is the silver medalist of perfect times to buy.
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