By John Butler, on December 27th, 2012: Number 10: There Is Not Enough Gold (Or Silver) In The World To Serve As Money
Let’s begin with the obvious. We know that central banks the world over have printed money at exponentially growing rates for years. There is now so much paper and electronic money floating around the world that gold (or silver) can not possibly be expected to keep up. You can’t print gold, after all, you need to find it, dig it out of the ground, refine it, etc, a hugely expensive and time-consuming process which practically ensures a stable rather than exponentially growing supply of the stuff.
http://www.thejuicemedia.com Juice Rap News: Episode 15 - Big Brother is WWWatching You. September 2012 rocks around with some crucial developments in the ongoing struggle over the future of the internet. Will it remain the one open frequency where humanity can bypass filters and barriers; or become the greatest spying machine ever imagined?
Time Warner (TWX) stock topped $70 a share yesterday, a five-year high, thanks to a flurry of Guy Fawkes mask purchases. The Guy Fawkes mask, which has become a symbol of the Occupy Wall Street movement, is licensed by Time Warner.
“Our stock was half the price it was five years ago until Occupy Wall Street,” said Barry M. Meyer, Time Warner Chairman and CEO. “We encourage them to keep buying Guy Fawkes masks and, um, whatever else they’re doing.”
Warning: Contains Foul Fucking Language
In a seriously failed attempt to make themselves look good after the G20 in Toronto this week, police put on a display for journalists of what they seized during the summit..
Julian Falconer, a Toronto lawyer representing four independent journalists in summit-related police complaints, called the display of unrelated objects a “public-relations exercise [that] borders on the absurd.”
......discovered cache of plants, initially pegged by officials speaking to local news as "one of the largest marijuana plant seizures in the police department's history," turned out to be a relatively common prairie flower of little significance.
Tax dollars at work ;-)
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