MARKETS AND GEAR QUEERS
You all know how I feel about both Rotten Dirty Yuppie Scumsucking Asswhoring Bastards and also about bankers ( although I repeat myself ). The Yuppie Scum have colonized the entire West from their den of inequity in Kalifornification, making it near impossible for the working poor to be anything other than serfs. I managed to escape by moving up to High Elevation/Extreme Weather Elko, but at a cost. I can live on my own land with minimal zoning at a very low cost, but every winter as I pedal into town in fifteen below zero I curse the syphilitic whore Mother Nature but also every crap stain Yuppie ever born. If those cretins hadn’t jacked up the cost everywhere by selling high in the artificial real estate market and then taken their Bankers Credit Chits and quadrupled or better the cost of land everywhere else, and not only that but took over every local political unit by swamping with their superior numbers and mostly making poor living illegal about everywhere, it wouldn’t now be impossible to acquire enough land to farm and be self-sufficient ( and as much as Yuppie Shiites piss me off, Yuppie Scum Homesteaders advocating quarter million dollar spreads piss me off even more- Gott Damn bankers sock puppets ). Yuppies are going to be directly responsible for my death come the collapse and that cheeses me off no end. So pardon the crap out of me for cheering as a probable Yuppie Comeuppance continues to unfold.
We already talked about the drama locally and the price of gold. Immediate gold extraction costs the mines roughly $700. Total costs, such as when you add in pensions and whatnot, are about $900 an ounce ( gold is no longer nuggets picked up or hosed down but tons of dirt are scooped up and a few miniscule specks are teased out at great cost and energy use ). If gold was selling for $1800 and the cost to acquire was $900, the profit is $900. If gold is now selling for $1300, the profit is less than half what it just was. You just know that the mine corporate clones are craping blood and sharpening their knives thinking about who they are going to stab in the back to keep their job. Today’s paper delivered proof. Newmont was quoted along the lines that “the daily price fluctuations do not determine our business model, as we are a long term operation”. To me, that smells exactly like Lowes and their idiotic “on-line competition” bullcrap. No, a mine will not shut their doors just because their profit now sucks. Obviously that can change. But Newmont said something along the lines of staying competitive to weather the price fluctuations. This is corporate speak for “we are going to lay off a crapload of people to cut costs to jack our profit margins back up”. A corporation views workers not as a tool you buy to increase profits but a cost they can’t avoid that decreases profits.
Now that I smell blood in the water, hoping that the ass falls out of the local economy, I’m rooting for the price of gold to drop like a ton of lead in a bottomless lake. Die you jagoff Yuppie Scum! Die! Take your SUV’s and drive the hell out of here and don’t look back. God, how I hate the illegitimate motherless demon spawn. I’d have no problem living in a near ghost town, picking through roadside rubble for aluminum cans to sell and begging the Kenyan Kunt for a few bucks worth of Food Stamps- that’s how much I hate Yuppie Vermin. Of course, no one but Bernenke the Bankers Bitch knows what gold is going to do next. Our markets have absolutely no relation to any kind of free market. What no one wants to see is the monster in the room, the 300 pound pedophile sitting in the back row of Ms. Johnston’s third grade classroom. Everyone ignores him because he is too fat to fit through the door and they are afraid of him. But since he somehow got squeezed into one of those tiny desks and can’t get out, it is currently safe to ignore the threat. But one day he will escape, as one day the markets will crash. Only the big players gambling with derivatives and using public money to prime the pump are allowed to have any say in the markets. They are forcing the price of gold down, and who knows for how long or how low.
I started reading the book “Going Home”. The Kindle price was $3.03, the only reason I bought the thing ( you know, 303 British, the ammo to the best bolt action military rifle EVER ). It actually turned out to be not bad at all, and that is saying something. I HATE bug out books and I hate Gear Queers, which is what the novel was all about ( he carried everything AND the kitchen sink, and went into quite the detail about using it all ). And yet, this is a very decent read. It was good enough to buy the sequel before I’m even done ( of course, I’ve also reached the point where there aren’t anymore K-books in post-apocalypse unless I go zombie. And I’ll start masturbating with a cheese grater before I do that ). It still confuses me, the gear most people think they need. Really? Night vision devices? Are you afraid of the dark that much? Or are you just gay over gizmos? I understand bragging rights, but a $3k night vision is three tons of wheat you can’t buy. Close to ten years of food, or a cool Tactical Tommy Toy? Jesus Christ On A Cracker! Just download a copy of the WWII Japanese night combat manual, print it out and call it good for about $5. It will last longer than the batteries you put in the goggles.
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