PENNIES ON THE BENJAMIN
I’m just now finishing up a great library book, “
Gates Of Fire
”. Normally I don’t much like history pre-gunpowder, but this Greek history of the battle against the Persians was hella good. It isn’t like that gay movie “
300
”, where all the Greek dudes go around with really nasty looks on their faces, like they haven’t eaten anything with fiber in it for three months and they’re working on a compacted turd the size of a softball with the density of
uranium
. This is the best treatment of Spartans as human rather than robo-warrior I’ve ever seen. Of course, some jag bag
Jesus freak
borrowed the book prior to me and went through all four hundred pages and defaced the inappropriate language with ink, scratching it out. I get pissed off when these inconsiderate whores dog-ear the pages of a library book, so this almost sent me into convulsions. I still keep wondering how the human race has survived this long. The only explanation has to be raw numbers.
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I must confess to behavior I normally don’t indulge in, I left comments in the last article over at American Energy Crisis blog. Not because I’m opposed to anyone’s writing or ideas being better than mine, since let’s be honest here that’s simply impossible, but because I rarely have enough time. But now that I don’t have to kiss any ass to get laid I can stay longer after I clock out for some additional Internet time. Pioneer Preppy responded to my comments quite politely and logically, for which I thank him. The subject was
farming
versus gardening and I stated that I was in agreement that farming was needed. PP thought this went against my philosophical bent, and I tried to clarify that while I didn’t think farming was a good idea, an immobile victim as it were, if you weren’t
paranoid
like I was it made perfect sense. My strategy takes into account total collapse, Greg’s ( the author of the blog which all of you should check out ) a slow collapse. I’m not a slow collapser, but if you are farming rather than gardening it is a viable way of feeding yourself. You don’t have to believe what another does to acknowledge their ideas have merit in their own worldview.
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Isn’t the paper mail a sad and pathetic shadow of its former self? Nine out of ten weeks I get mail one day of the week, the weekly free newspaper that supports itself by including three to five ad inserts. This week our ranch supply store was advertising a S&W flat top
AR-15
for $799. I’m sure that every Yuppie Survivalist in a two state area is waiting at the window before the store commences business, peering in between cupped hands, chanting “open!, open!”. Nipples rock hard, sphincter clenching, the high point ( could I say “apex”? ) of their sad and pathetic lives is now at hand. I hate to think of the suicide rate locally if the stores sells out. Look, I’m not against the AR system if you use it as a mid range
sniper rifle
. The carbine has absolutely no recoil and once sighted in and, one presumes, using the correct ammunition, it is so accurate it is scary. It really does help the non-skilled achieve some kind of hit ratio. But since its gas system was designed by a moron disguised as a friggin idiot, using it as a semi-auto
assault weapon
is usually suicide. Anyone? Can you disable the blowback so there is less fouling? Manually reloading a round would be a bit tedious as the charging handing is right under your nose, but if the thing didn’t crap itself every round you wouldn’t need to clean it every third magazine.
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Okay, obviously my chastising the minions for lack of article ideas fell on deaf ears, but at least one person answered. If a young and luscious female type was showered in
diamond jewelry
as her multitude of beaus wooed her, and now that her looks had faded, her nubile parts were wrinkled and sagging, and in lonely and quiet desperation she had turned to
survivalism
to fill the void ( I would have recommended crossword puzzles in order to keep ones sanity, but as you might have guessed by now no one ever asks my opinion ), how could she go about trading in those trinkets for prep gear? The firms advertising mail-in jewelry and gold only paid pennies on the dollar and even pawn shops only pay 10%. What was a former hotty to do? Since her looks had quickly faded, and presumably she was older than the dirt Baby Jesus walked on, she had to fend for herself now and needed capital. At first I just broke the bad news to her that jewelry and diamonds have an astronomical mark-up and while some folks might be ripping her off she can’t expect much more. But then it formed into this article. I have no good source for her to contact for more than pennies on the dollar. I do have this advice. Cash in now for pennies on the dollar, because soon you will be lucky to get pennies on the hundred dollar ( pennies on the
Benjamin
, get it? ).
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De Beers 
is, or at least was the last time I checked, the de facto diamond monopoly globally. They jack up their prices to what the market will bear, which is pretty high considering the uber-rich, and the fake Yuppie Scum wannabes trying to emulate the cash rich by being credit rich and debt rich, will pay oodles and gobs to impress everyone.
Diamonds
should be a girls worse friend, they hold little real value outside the contrived
monopoly
price. You could offer me a diamond with a retail price of a hundred grand and a one ounce gold coin and let me choose. I would take the gold. That has universal value held by peasant and king alike. A diamond is worth a lot in good times, not in bad.
Gold
is worth more in bad. As far as jewelry, it has a markup for artistic value, added to its base metal price. Everyone can argue and place a bet ( by buying and then betting on finding a buyer ) on the artistic price, but the only price everyone will agree on is the base metal content. And remember, buying gold you pay a ten percent retailer fee ( if not more- I think right now it might be up around 20% ). About the same with silver. So you pay that price selling the metal also. You walk into a coin dealer, you get the days spot price MINUS the 20% fee. Same if you sell your jewelry. You pay a fee subtracted from the metals price. I know the Argentina dude disagrees with me. And probably about a billion or two Indians/Chinamen. Jewelry is their ace in the hole. I think wearing a
gold ring
means someone wants to cut off my finger. And you pay a penalty to convert bullion to wearable wealth.
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Remember all those tales about the German
grand piano
being sold for a sack of potatoes during the hyperinflation? Once food becomes scarce, you sell your former priceless crap for pennies on the Benjamin. I’m not saying you can’t find a buyer that will give you a better deal, I am saying that if you wait too long trying to find that deal you will get even less for it as you starve.
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14 comments:
As you state (and despite what one sees in movies and on TV), diamonds are a crappy investment. The monopoly-diamond-controlling-interests decided along time ago they could make more money by NOT having a secondary market for diamonds (e.g., selling them as a commodity like gold). I don't recall the details of how they achieved this, but basically, your diamond can be appraised at $1,000 and you can't get $200 for it in reality. So for example, people getting out of Germany before WWII with their diamonds stashed away actually got out with next to no actual wealth.
If you don't plan on needing portable wealth, I think buying a crap load of salt or sugar or something like that (cheap now, but would become very valuable if transportation lines get disrupted) would be a better way to go.
I think wearing a gold ring means someone wants to cut off my finger.
Amen.
James my friend
I actually wasn't calling foul at your agreeing with farming as viable. That really would change with location. Where I thought you should differ with Greg was his advocacy of having everything already in order with the best possible parameters and no exceptions. I always pictured you as more of a get what you can and prioritize sort of guy.
I felt the way Greg was presenting his analysis left little room for varied circumstances whether they be economical, geographical or what have you.
His way works for him but is way different from yours and different from mine was all I was really trying to point out. Maybe I misunderstood Greg's real point though.
speaking of earthsheltered
(First posted Elko OCt 24 2008)
http://www.duffyslaw.com/current14.htm
My life with the ESkimo Stefansson
excerpt Eskimo houses were constructed with a hole in the roof to allow in light. The hole which was most often left open was covered with Bear intestine. The base of the house was five to six foot thick made of earth and sod and tapered and thinned out towards the top which was about six foot square. The top had about six inches of earth on it. The center of the house was about nine feet high and the walls at the edge were about five feet high. The opening on the roof was about three foot square. 3 or 4 lamps burned continuously and one of the most important duties of the wife was to make sure they didn’t smoke or go out. The entrance to the house was a twenty to forty foot shed-covered tunnel about four feet lower than the floor of the house.
The cold air in the tunnel would not rise into the house which was kept warm by the four lamps at a temperature of sixty to seventy degrees fahrenheit even when the outside temperature was fifty below zero! They would sit with only shorts on in the house. So they would be bare below the knees and above the waist. After five months Stefansson began to enjoy the boiled fish they would eat for supper. The entryway and the hole in the roof were kept open most of the time, but especially during cooking. The only time the entryway would be covered would be to prevent a baby from falling into it or puppies coming in from outside and this was only rarely. Stefansson would usually sleep next to the tunnel entryway to get more fresh air. Each corner of the room had an elevation for sleeping that was covered by skins as was the floor. The houses at first smelled bad but soon you realized that it was the cooking of food that gave the smell to the house. The lamp is a halfmoon soapstone about two or three inches deep kept almost full and the wick is a powdered ivory (walrus), sawdust, dried moss ground in the fingers, manila rope from the whalers with a strand taken and chopped into tiny pieces. The wick is made from the powder laid in a strip which the oil soaks. A piece of fat is suspended over the flame and when the wick dries the flame gets brighter and hence hotter and more fat drips into the halfmoon lampbowl which then fills and wets the wick more which cuts down the height of the flame and this works by itself for about six or eight hours.
7:02 AM
vlad said...
See Mike Oehler's earthsheltered greenhouse. In northern Idaho he picks fresh tomatoes in Dec.
http://www.motherearthnews.com/Organic_Gardening/2004_Febuary_March/Earth_Sheltered_Greenhouse
When I ask people why they think diamonds are worth so much (they aren't)... the first response I almost always get is "Because they are rare!".
HA! Show me one American woman over the age of 18 who DOESN'T have a diamond (or recently had one)...
That is not rare... maybe if it is over 3 carats, it might be conceived as 'rarer'...
Diamonds as an investment is worse than investing in zero interest savings accounts...
Oh lord Bison:
Spot on today. Sell your non-essential Shit today and square yourself away with long term real essentials that you can buy for Shit today.
You must do this otherwise you won't have Shit to survive the coming dark ages.
Sorry to hear about the lack of laying, but think about the bright side.....more time and money to get your Shit squared away.
-topper
A gas piston conversion kit will take care of much of the AR-15/M-16 cleaning woes. The downsides are that it makes an expensive firearm even more so and that it may reduce accuracy (your mileage may vary there).
How about another Friday fun on water acquisition/disinfecting? FYI, I tried the clay flowerpot idea--doesn't work fast enough to matter. One clay pot large enough to slip inside a 5 gal bucket, with a rim around the pot that caught on the mouth of the bucket. Pot held about 2 gallons of water, and it took about a MONTH to filter just that much. You'll die of thirst waiting for your filter to work, unless you set up 30 or so...
James have you heard anything about the comet Elenin?
Better hurry up and get your bunker built.
PP- okay, it makes sense now, I totally misjudged what your objection was. We all talk pretty and still say nothing :)
She might be able to sell them on craigslist or similar place private party.
Could sell it to some dopey guy who will give it to his girl friend. Old lady gets rid of her stuff for about 50 cents on the dollar and dopey guy gives his sweety a shiny bauble for half what it would cost him at the local mall.
It would take more leg work and you risk getting robbed but hey what's a little adventure to make the deal?
My wife may be old and wrinkled but she goes along with whatever I think.
That makes her a Keeper !
She has never liked diamonds either.
Not to mention she cleans,cooks and puts up with me lol.
As a loyal future cultie I have the solution to your womanless state, and your need for subject matter. It's a trusted timeless tradition. Your cultural roots calling you. You just need to get a goat! Your herder solution to doom and gloom put to the test. Of course you would have to search high and wide for the goat with perfect hair, but I'm sure all your loyal minions will be fighting for the honor of mating you with the perfect goat! Just inform us of your desire and we will search your entire kingdoom. I think we'll name her Cinderella.
"Remember all those tales about the German grand piano being sold for a sack of potatoes during the hyperinflation?"
Not only then! The story I heard was that city folk would trade carpets for potatoes, after the war.
Keep up the good work!
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