Fiat currency makes you poorer all the time. It not only takes continually more Labor Trade Units to buy things, but it also takes more time to try to make up for loss of spending power. Fiat currency robs you of both wealth and life.
If the people in Branson thought 60 minutes of hustle for nine dollars an hour was frustrating and infuriating, they’ll really love zero, both in terms of money and avaliable work. But perhaps when they’re sleeping on the street they can use their Trump 2020 flags as blankets.
When dog shit is seen, a fool veers off to step in it. But only a red MAGA hat sees dog shit and actually goes to VOTE for it, and then cheers as it makes life shitty. MAGA = MA1933A.
The president of The Branson Missouri Chamber of Commerce is like a finely sculpted piece of raw clay—in that he needs to be fired. Also, he’s finely sculpted in the same way as an overflowing trash can.
I’d like to be mayor of Branson for just one day. That day would be yesterday, because I was sick, so I’d have called out of work, but also thanked The People for voting.
Nothing is going to save us all from drowning except for you. Yes, YOU! So I’m going to need you to not only work harder and longer, but on behalf of Mother Nature I’m going to ask you to be more charitable with your fake money.
From time to time I think about quitting my job. The first time I think about quitting is the moment I clock in to work, and the second time I think about quitting is one second later.
In the second grade I had a friend named Brian Goldfogel, who only ate goldfish crackers, and he taught me the value of money—gold. Every time I see goldfish crackers I think about him and I laugh, because I’m more of a Leftover Meatloaf kind of guy.
Who am I when I’m asleep? Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.