So what the hell do we do?!

[4plexowner]

“the world is still awash in excess savings”

this is Keynesian bullshit

the reality is that Keynesian economics is a fundamentally flawed idea so the Keynesians have to come up with new theories every once-in-a-while to explain why their Keynesian policies aren’t producing the expected effects in the economy

‘excess savings’ is just the latest of those theories

~

if we are lucky Keynesian economics will be completely discredited in the coming decade

[creechrr]

[quote=temeculaguy][quote=nostradamus]Laugh and/or get drunk.[/quote]

If i may add to nostra’s sage advice, watch more sports and porn as well. Bailouts, inflation/deflation, economic collapse, all of these things can be countered with the correct blend of sports, alcohol and porn. The combination of the NBA finals starting tomorrow, the popularity of bubble butts in porn and the absolute bargains to be had in costco’s wine section can certainly take the edge off your fears and make the price of gold irrelevent.[/quote]

Booze, bubble butts and p0rn! I can’t think of a better means of passing the time.

[creechrr]

[quote=temeculaguy][quote=nostradamus]Laugh and/or get drunk.[/quote]

If i may add to nostra’s sage advice, watch more sports and porn as well. Bailouts, inflation/deflation, economic collapse, all of these things can be countered with the correct blend of sports, alcohol and porn. The combination of the NBA finals starting tomorrow, the popularity of bubble butts in porn and the absolute bargains to be had in costco’s wine section can certainly take the edge off your fears and make the price of gold irrelevent.[/quote]

Booze, bubble butts and p0rn! I can’t think of a better means of passing the time.

[creechrr]

[quote=temeculaguy][quote=nostradamus]Laugh and/or get drunk.[/quote]

If i may add to nostra’s sage advice, watch more sports and porn as well. Bailouts, inflation/deflation, economic collapse, all of these things can be countered with the correct blend of sports, alcohol and porn. The combination of the NBA finals starting tomorrow, the popularity of bubble butts in porn and the absolute bargains to be had in costco’s wine section can certainly take the edge off your fears and make the price of gold irrelevent.[/quote]

Booze, bubble butts and p0rn! I can’t think of a better means of passing the time.

[creechrr]

[quote=temeculaguy][quote=nostradamus]Laugh and/or get drunk.[/quote]

If i may add to nostra’s sage advice, watch more sports and porn as well. Bailouts, inflation/deflation, economic collapse, all of these things can be countered with the correct blend of sports, alcohol and porn. The combination of the NBA finals starting tomorrow, the popularity of bubble butts in porn and the absolute bargains to be had in costco’s wine section can certainly take the edge off your fears and make the price of gold irrelevent.[/quote]

Booze, bubble butts and p0rn! I can’t think of a better means of passing the time.

[creechrr]

[quote=temeculaguy][quote=nostradamus]Laugh and/or get drunk.[/quote]

If i may add to nostra’s sage advice, watch more sports and porn as well. Bailouts, inflation/deflation, economic collapse, all of these things can be countered with the correct blend of sports, alcohol and porn. The combination of the NBA finals starting tomorrow, the popularity of bubble butts in porn and the absolute bargains to be had in costco’s wine section can certainly take the edge off your fears and make the price of gold irrelevent.[/quote]

Booze, bubble butts and p0rn! I can’t think of a better means of passing the time.

[Casca]

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not.
And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:
The mischief is ’twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I’ve lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
‘Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul’s stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all the springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
–I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.

You may thank that old buggerer Housman for this bit.

[Casca]

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not.
And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:
The mischief is ’twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I’ve lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
‘Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul’s stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all the springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
–I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.

You may thank that old buggerer Housman for this bit.

[Casca]

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not.
And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:
The mischief is ’twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I’ve lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
‘Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul’s stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all the springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
–I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.

You may thank that old buggerer Housman for this bit.

[Casca]

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not.
And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:
The mischief is ’twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I’ve lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
‘Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul’s stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all the springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
–I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.

You may thank that old buggerer Housman for this bit.

[Casca]

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not.
And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:
The mischief is ’twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I’ve lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
‘Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul’s stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all the springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
–I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.

You may thank that old buggerer Housman for this bit.

[sobmaz]

Yes, if you have no brains you can lose big time on the commission on Gold and come to think of it, a lot of things.

However, if you have a brain you can invest in Gold for less than one tenth of a percent.

I only invest in Gold with very low commissions/premiums, how about you? Do you really pay 30%?

[sobmaz]

Yes, if you have no brains you can lose big time on the commission on Gold and come to think of it, a lot of things.

However, if you have a brain you can invest in Gold for less than one tenth of a percent.

I only invest in Gold with very low commissions/premiums, how about you? Do you really pay 30%?

[sobmaz]

Yes, if you have no brains you can lose big time on the commission on Gold and come to think of it, a lot of things.

However, if you have a brain you can invest in Gold for less than one tenth of a percent.

I only invest in Gold with very low commissions/premiums, how about you? Do you really pay 30%?

[sobmaz]

Yes, if you have no brains you can lose big time on the commission on Gold and come to think of it, a lot of things.

However, if you have a brain you can invest in Gold for less than one tenth of a percent.

I only invest in Gold with very low commissions/premiums, how about you? Do you really pay 30%?

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