Oil As Duct Tape

     Oil prices are on the rise. The dollar is on the rise. The NYSE is on the rise based on the stronger dollar and the expectation of the interest rate rise by the Fed in June. Surprised crowds cheer. Happy Days are here again. Really?

     Summertime is vacation time is travel time is increased gas consumption time. Increased oil prices now mean travellers will once again allocate the money they could have spent on the substance of their domestic vacation to the fuel required to get them to their destinations. Foreign tourism? The exchange rate favors Americans going abroad, but doesn't contribute significantly to the American economy. American goods are more expensive overseas as well as for foreign travellers visiting the States. But...the value of the dollar is based on oil, so oil prices will save the economy in the end, right? Like duct tape on a leaky garden hose.

     In the meantime, the stronger dollar has pushed down the price of precious metals. Some people point to an accusing finger and say, 'See? Told ya all that talk about gold and silver was a load of hooey.'

     Which path into the future to take? The decision comes down to two decisions. One, believe in the power of duct tape without any doubts or worries and a readiness to apply more layers of the stuff as needed like tht garden hose that cost more to tape up than replace,  Or two, see the duct tape for what it really is and seize the opportunity to own more gold during the price slump while it lasts. 

    So duct tape or gold?

   

   

Living In A New World Economy. Two

     Gold and silver coins minted in the US are once again legal tender at the current market value of the precious metals. Utah followed by Oklahoma have passed legislation which allows the coins to be exchanged at the current market value of gold or silver without a capital gains tax.
     A similar bill passed by both houses of the Arizona legislature was vetoed by Governor Doug Duecy on the grounds the measure did not allow for the state to collect a capital gains tax. The tax would be calculated on the difference, for example, of the minted value of a gold dollar coin (one dollar) and the current value of the coin which could be as much as $40 dollars.
     Texas appears to be the next state to legalize the use of gold and silver, however, the Lonestar State bill takes the use of gold and silver a step further. Gold and silver as legal tender will also apply to bullion. The usage of bullion eliminates the question of capital gains. Bullion is only 'minted' by weight without any inherent value pressed into the bar.
     Another benefit of bullion is its universality. A gram of gold is a gram of gold in the US, the UK, China, Japan, or Russia. No longer would travelers have to deal with currency exchanges and fees. A benefit for citizens motivates government agencies to lobby for the inclusion of some kind of capital gains tax to block the popular movement to restore gold and silver to their historical place in everyday lives.
      Gold and silver bullion not only help people save the value of their labor, but in doing so, gold and silver help to preserve of their standard of living at the community and state, and national levels.
     The prosperity of any country is built on natural resources, like precious metals, forest, rivers,etc., and the combined labor of its citizenry. This was true in the beginning and it will hold true in the new world economy.
     This is how community works. Community is network of like-minded people working for a mutual goal. To find out more about my community and  Learn how you can become a part of it here

Living In The New World Economy: 3 Advantages of Gold

     A lot has been written recently about two main money safe havens in the event of the predicted currency collapse. This writer makes no secret of his enthusiasm for gold. The 'what happens next?' scenario is a topic for broad discussion, but I want to point out just three reasons for my preference for gold.
     One. Gold is physical. Gold occupies tangible space. The other? A hologram at best.
     Two. When someone breaks into a secured vault or a private home, CCTV and/or an alarm system offer the chance the thieves will be apprehended and the gold returned. Hackers of a cyber-wallet leaves no such trace, nor hope of a recovery of the stolen property.
     Three. The holder of gold has access to it without dependency on electric power to run internet or WIFI to access a virtual wallet. After all, power plants don't run for free. In the event of economic collapse, what or who will keep them running?
     So as the television commercial asks, 'What's in your wallet?' it might be best to know your wallet is real.
     Want to learn more about gold and the reasons to own it? this website is accessible anywhere in the world Gold-- For Real
   
   
     

Fables For Living In A New World Economy: Chapter Seven. The Emperor's New Clothes

     Once upon a time the world was ruled by a very gullible emperor. Truly, the man knew nothing and believed everything. One day the emperor called for his tailor to bring him the new suit of clothes he had ordered several weeks prior. This sent the tailor into a tizzy since he had no new clothes made for his ruler since the royal banker had never provided the funds for the materials.
     'Tell me Mr. Banker, what am I to do? The Emperor wants his clothes, but you never sent me the money to make them, and so I have nothing ready for him.'
     'But I did send the money.'
     'Clearly you're mistaken. Had I received it I would be in this predicament.'
     'The money I sent you is invisible.'
     'Invisible money? Sounds like another one of your pranks, Mr. Banker.'
     'I don't do pranks, Tailor. I am a professional.'
     'As am I. So what do you suggest, that I present the Emperor with invisible clothes made with your invisible money?'
     'Excellent idea!'
     'I feared you would say that. It isn't your head on the block. Oh, how I wish we still paid for things with gold. Life was so much simpler then and costs were so much cheaper.'
     'It goes against my belief to tell you this, but there are some people who are using gold now.'
     'Gold? Really? Instead of your so-called invisible currency?'
     'Like I said, I don't much like it. Hard for men like me to make an honest living with gold --it's just so constant, you understand. So, common.'
     'Easy to know about you mean. So how can I find out more about these people who are using gold to pay for goods and services? I want to join them.'
     'Very well, then, Tailor, here's what you do--' How To Pay For Goods & Services With Gold
     

Fables For Living In A New World Economy: Chapter Six. Rumplestiltskin

     In a land not so far away, there once lived a moderately successful man who owned a couple of mills. One mill ground wheat into flour; the other corn into meal. This man's wife had died, leaving him with a daughter. The Miller's daughter grew into a beautiful young. By this time, the man had become dissatisfied with his state in life, in spite of his success. He yearned for a higher place in society and so he was determined to establish a friendship with the region's leading politician. Knowing the man's taste in women, the miller saw his daughter as a way into the politician's circle.
     So when the miller finally was introduced to the politician at a fundraiser, he made sure to bring his daughter into the conversation.
     'She sounds delightful,' said the politician. 'I might have a place for her on my staff. Tell me, what experience does she have?'
     This was the miller's big chance and he didn't want to blow it with some run of the mill talent, so he lied. 'My daughter can turn paper into gold,' he boasted in a stage whisper.
     'She what?'
     'My daughter can turn paper into gold.'
     'How does she do that?'
     'That's a family secret, but if you need proof put her to the test. You won't be disappointed and then perhaps we can discuss the property next to mine where I want to expand my mills.'
     'Fine. Fine. Bring her to my home tomorrow and we'll see that she can do.'

     'You told him what? Father! How could you tell such a preposterous lie? What did you hope to gain from this? You know I can't--'
     'I know no such thing, and neither do you. Have you ever tried to turn paper into gold?'
     'You know I haven't.'
     'Well, there you are then. We can't say you can't when you've never tried. I'm sure it isn't that difficult if you put your mind to it. Now, hurry and get dressed. I want you to look your best today when you meet him. He'll be s dazzled by your beauty, he'll forget why we're there.'

     'Good morning, miller. This must be your daughter. Come this way. I've prepared a room for her to work her magic.'
     The three of them walked down a hall and then down a flight of stairs,  down another hall, and then the politician opened a door and gestured for them to enter.
     'Such a large room,' the miller commented as he gazed gobsmacked around the space.
     'It's filled with stacks and stacks of paper.'
     'Not just paper, my dear, these are stacks and bundles of dollar bills. All of my campaign contributions and such. You'll find a stool over there in the corner. Will you need anything else?'
     'Sir, I don't know what my father--'
     'The stool to sit down is all my daughter requires. Perhaps we should go somewhere we can chat privately so she can get to work.'
     'Of course. We'll leave you to it then. You should have everything you need. I'll check back with you in the morning.'
     'In the morning? You mean you're leaving me in this dungeon overnight?'
     'I assumed changing this much paper into gold would take that long. If you finish early you can press this button and one of my maids will come to get you.'
     With that, the two men left, closing and locking the door behind them.
     The miller's daughter plopped down on the stool and began to cry. Suddenly, she heard something rustling from the opposite side of the chamber and a funny-looking little man emerged out a one of the larger piles of paper.
     'How can anyone get any sleep with you making all that noise?'
     'I have a better question, little man, how is anyone supposed to change all these paper dollars into gold by tomorrow morning when she hasn't a clue how?'
     'Change paper dollars into gold?'
     'That's right. Can you believe my father told this man I can do that AND he believed it? God, it might as well be straw!'
     'You can you know.'
     'No, I don't know. That's why I was crying.'
     'Easy as pie.'
     'I don't know how to bake either.'
     'All right. Easy as blowing your nose. Here, take my handkerchief.'
     The young woman blew her nose and put the kerchief in her pocket. 'I'll want that back after it's been laundered.'
     'Of course. Now tell me how I can change dollars into gold. We need to get busy here.'
     "You are the eager lass, aren't you?' She glared at him. 'Okay. What you need to do to get started is--' Want to know Rumpelstiltskin's secret? Click Here

Fables For Living In A New World Economy: Chapter Five. Jason And The Golden Fleece

     Once upon a time, there was a king named Iolcus whose brother Pelias put him in prison and stole his throne. His next step was to murder the king's son Jason. The Queen fooled Pelias by pretending to mourn her son as though he were already dead while she secretly had him smuggled out of the kingdom. 

     When Jason was old enough, he returned to the kingdom to claim his rightful throne. His uncle Pelias challenged him to find and return with the legendary Golden Fleece in order to prove his worthiness to rule.

     And so the first thing Jason did was to form a network so he could find the best sailors available for the quest. Next, he used his network to find the best shipbuilder and hired him to build a vessel large enough for Jason's crew and supplies for the long journey. And then Jason and his crew set out for the Golden Fleece.

     During Jason's exile, he was nurtured and tutored by his mother's friend, the centaur Chiron. Chiron taught Jason about various plants and how to prepare them for food or medicine. He taught him about the wild animals and how to learn from them. So when Jason and company arrived at the island where the Golden Fleece was said to be kept, Jason once again used his networking skills to locate and take possession of the prized Golden Fleece.

     Jason's return to the kingdom surprised his uncle Pelias. Even more so when he realized Jason wore the fleece over his shoulder. 

     'How did you do it?' his uncle asked. 'I thought for sure, I mean I feared you might die in your quest.'

     'I might have if I had set out alone, Uncle. But I had a network of people working with me and looking after me.'

     'Amazing. So now tell me more about this network you mentioned.'

     'Well, Uncle, it's like this: everybody says they want to know how it works, but few people actually do anything with what they learn.' As Jason spoke, he walked over to the throne and sat done. 'So if you have a few minutes before you have to leave, pull up a stool and I'll tell you about the network and how you can acquire gold, too.' Find Out About Jason's Secret Here 

Fables For Living In A New World Economy: Chapter Four Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

     Once upon a time, not so very far from now, the widowed father of a young woman married a very selfish and evil woman. The woman was so evil that when her new husband took ill, she refused to send for the doctor or to allow any of the servants to care for him. And so he died and she inherited his castle, his land, his livestock, and most important --his money. Now her only problem was ro rid herself of his daughter.
     She allowed the girl only the clothes on her back. The only food the girl ate was whatever she could forage in the nearby woods. Whenever the girl asked for a little money for either a new dress or for something to eat, the wicked stepmother replied, 'A more intelligent and industrious girl would pick apples from the orchard and sell those in town to make some money. You reap what you sow, my dear, you reap what you sow.'
     And so the girl went into the orchard with a basket and started picking apples. However, she was so weak from hunger she soon felt the need for a nap and fell quickly asleep  under the trees. Soon, a troupe of dwarfs walked nearby and spotted the young maiden. she appeared so perfectly beautiful, the decided to make certain she was alive.
     The one they called Doc found a pulse and declared her alive. However, try as they might, the dwarfs could not wake her. concerned for her health and safety, they carried her to their cottage and placed her on one of the beds.
     When she woke, she didn't know where she was nor who her hosts were and was frightened. They assured her they meant no harm and one of them brought her a bowl of beef broth and spoon fed the broth to her.
    'Why were you sleeping in the orchard, Miss?'
    'Snow White. My name is Snow White.'
    'So tell us, Snow White, why were you sleeping beneath an apple tree?'
    'I was picking apples to sell in town to get money for food when suddenly I couldn't hold my eyes open. I decided to take a quick nap.'
    'You must have been exhausted. And hungry, too, judging by how quickly you emptied this bowl of broth.'
    'Don't you have a family to look after you?'
    'My father died, so all I have is a stepmother. I think she'd be happier if I joined my father.'
    'Doesn't she care for you and feed you?'
    'No. she told me if I wanted food or a new dress I should pick apples and sell them in town.'
    'We know a better way to accumulate wealth than that. Are you interested in know our secret?'
    'Oh, yes! Please tell me.'
    'This isn't for everybody, you understand. Not everyone is willing--'
    'Will your secret also get me away from my wicked stepmother?'
    'It can indeed. If you do what we tell you.'
    'Tell me. I want to know your secret more than anything --well, almost. Getting away from the stepmother tops my list.'
    'All right, then, here's what you do' Find Out What The Dwarfs Told Snow White Here
   
   

Fables For Living In A New World Economy: Chapter Three Old Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard

went to the cupboard

to get her poor dog a bone.

But when she got there,

the cupboard was bare

so she booted up her computer and logged into her gold savings account and sold a gram of her gold. The proceeds from the sale were deposited onto her MasterCard debit card and then she called a taxi to take her to the store. And then she bought food for her dog and for herself and lived happy in the knowledge she would continue to survive and thrive through in spite of the global financial crisis because of  her network of like minded people who had wisely converted their cash into gold bullion. Find Out How They Did It Here

Fables For Living In A New World Economy: Chapter Two. Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there lived a girl people called Little Red Riding Hood because of the hooded cape she always wore. Red lived in a village located on the far side of the forest from her grandmother, but visited the old woman everyday. Red would bring her grandmother meals, her medicine, and news of the goings on in her village.

One day, her grandmother asked Red if she would go to the bank and bring her all the money from her savings account. a couple of her grandmother's friends visited the day before and warned of something ominous happening at the bank. 'Oh, Grandmother, what could possibly go wrong at the bank. It's been there forever. You know how those two friends of you are, always suspicious of shadows.'

'Red, they were truly upset. You know the bank stopped paying interest years ago, and now there are plans to charge us for just holding our money on account. I'm afraid I'll lose everything eventually due to these new fees the bank wants to charge. Please do your Grandmother this favor and bring all my money to me. Here's my deposit book. I've signed everything so the teller can give you the money.'

'I'll do this for you Grandmother, but I still think it's rather silly. I'll withdraw your money and bring it to you tomorrow.'

And so the next day, Little Red Riding Hood made good on her word and withdrew her grandmother's money from the bank. she set out as usual on her path through the forest with the money in her hand basket, along with other supplies her grandmother needed.  What she didn't notice was the wolf who followed her out of the bank.

Once the girl was deep into the woods, the wolf made his move. 'You there, in the red hood. I want to talk to you.'  Red Riding Hood stopped, but kept her distance from the wolf.

'I know you. You saw you working at the bank. What do you want with me?'

'I want you to give me back the bank's money. I know you have it in your basket.'

'Your're mistaken. I don't have the bank's money. I only have my Grandmother's money which she asked me to fetch to her. I have to go now.'

'Your Grandmother has no claim to that money. It belongs to the bank. Her money became a bank asset the minute she made her deposit, as stated in the bank savings account agreement. Read it for yourself right here.'

'The print is so small it barely blackens the paper.'

'Use my magnifying glass then. You'll see everything is stated quite clearly. Everything precise and legal. I'll take the money now.'

'Not so fast. this money came from my Grandmother's account, so you'll have to explain this all to her. I'm sure her bank papers say something completely different. She's had that account since she was a girl. Her parents opened it for her so she would have the interest in her old age.'

'Fine. But you'll see there is no interest.'

The two of them continued on the way to Grandmother's house. The wolf continued to tell her how banking had changed and if anyone is to blame it's people like her grandmother who obviously never read the letters the bank sent.

When Red and the Wolf walked into the old woman's bedroom, there stood a stranger there. A woodsman Red had never seen before. The wolf shrank back as his gaze fell on the man's gold ax.

'This is my granddaughter, Red, I was telling you about. Red, this nice young man has offered to take my money and store it for me at no charge.'

'Sorry, Granny,' said the wolf not sorry at all, 'but that isn't your money. It belongs to the bank and I've come to take it back.'

The Woodsman stepped forward and waved his gold ax over Red Riding Hood's basket. 'Mr. Wolf, I think you'll find you're mistaken. There is no cash in this basket. Take a look.'

The Woodsman statement confused Red since she had taken the money from the bank and herself put it in the basket. When she pulled off the cover, she gasped. the wolf gasped. The grandmother smiled. The woodsman grinned from ear to ear.

'What happened to the money? I demand you tell me your trickery,' shouted the wolf.

'No trickery here except for you own,' said the woodsman. Grandmother said she wanted her money, so real money is what she has in that basket.'

'But there only gold in my basket now,' sobbed Red Riding Hood.

'The only real money there is in the world,' explained the woodsman.

And so the wolf left empty-handed and the woodsman, Red Riding Hood, and her grandmother lived happily ever after. Find Out What Was In Red's Basket and How You Can Get Some by clicking here

Why Friday the 13th Is As Good As Any Other Day

I don't believe in luck-- good or bad. Being open, observant of opportunities along with timing and the gumption to do something with it wins the day.

As someone recently said, 'There is nothing more costly than a missed opportunity.' I would add there is nothing more spectacular, and more fulfilling than an opportunity put to good use.

BTW, your invitation to join my network of like-minded people saving with gold and helping others to do the same is still open. Why wait any longer?

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Fables For Living In A New World Economy: Chapter One. The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, not so long ago, the three pig brothers each received an inheritance. They thought of so many ways to spend that money, but they agreed the first thing to do was for each of them to build a house.

'I have an idea,' said the youngest brother, 'Let's network together to build our houses. We can pool our resources to find the best people and materials, and get a good deal for each of us.'

'No way,' his brothers exclaimed at once. 'We each have different things we want in a house. Your idea to network sounds like a trick to take our money to build your house. No, we'll take care of ourselves.'

The first little pig decided to cut corners on construction costs so he would still have money for other things, like upmarket furnishings, as well as to do some travelling. He visited a friend of his whom he knew had just built himself a new home to get his advice. And since this friend worked in finance he could tell him exactly what the pig should do to make his home secure.

'Bonds. And bond derivatives,' his friend suggested right off. 'The bundles are air-tight and strong. You can't build a better foundation than one build with these.'

So the first little pig bought the bonds needed to build the basement foundation for his house. He also cut corners on other building materials. The completed house seemed secure and cozy, plus the first pig had lots of cash left over. He moved in feeling quite pleased with himself.

The second little pig thought he could do better than his older brother. Instead of building his house on bonds, he used bricks of compressed dollars. 'Those bonds could lose their strength someday,' he thought to himself. 'So my bricks will be made from compressed dollars. Everyone in the world knows the strength of dollars. My foundation will last forever.' When his house was complete, he, too, had lots of cash left over and so he was quite pleased with himself when he moved in.

The youngest little pig hoped his brothers really knew what they were doing and that they would be happy in their new homes. However, he believed he was better off working with a network of people who knew how to build houses which would last. His net worker friends taught him the secrets of a forgotten metal, a metal which has lasted for thousands of years. 'Gold makes the best foundation for anything you want to build,' they told him. So little by little he acquired the gold he needed for his house. He not only built for himself a substantial, secure, and comfortable house, but he had also made a place for himself within the network. Because of that, he understood a network is a community of independent, but like-minded individuals who are truly interested in serving the community as well as building a future for themselves. Each prospering as the community prospers.

The three little pigs were as happy as, well as you may expect, pigs in the sunshine. Until one day, a pack of wolves took over the town. They knocked on the door of the first pig and demanded he open his door and sell them his bonds at a discount or they would destroy his house.

'I can't let you do that. My bonds are my foundation. My house will cave in without them.'

'We want to be fare, pig, so we're offering to buy your bonds before we exercise our right to confiscate them to save the town.'

'I have nothing to do with the town; I don't owe it anything.'

'You have no friends, you mean, to help you. We're liquefying your bonds.'

And so they encircled the house with firetrucks and used the hoses to blast gallons upon gallons of water at the ground line of the house. Before long, the ground was saturated and the house caved in. The pig ran as fast as he could to the second pigs house.

'The town wolves came with hoses and hundreds of gallons of water and caused my house to cave in,' he cried. 'Please, may I come and live with you?'

'You should have known those bonds wouldn't hold up,' the second pig chided, 'but I can't leave you homeless because you wouldn't listen to my advise. Of course you can stay with me.'

In a short while, the wolves came knocking at the second pig's door shouting, 'Open up. We need you to give us our dollars. The bonds your pig brother built his house on didn't hold up. We now need your dollars to save the town.'

'I built this house on dollars. I can't just hand them over to you because my house will cave in. You'll have to go elsewhere.'

'We need your dollars and so we will take them. We're within our rights to do whatever it takes to save our salaries, I mean, our town. We have plenty of water to flood your basement until the dollars float up into our hands. Get ready to move, pigs.'

And so, the wolves proceeded to aim their hoses at the house. And like the bonds, the water disintegrated the dollars and the house caved in. The tow pig brothers went running to their youngest brother.

'Brother, let us in. The wolves have destroyed both of our houses and we have nowhere else to go. Can we please live with you?'

'You dismissed my idea to network and yet, my network built the house you now want to live in. you are my brothers, so of course I can't turn you away, but--'

Just at that moment, the youngest pig was interrupted by the wolves who were now at his door. 'Open up, littlest pig. We need your bonds and cash so we can save ourselves. You must give it to us.'

'Sorry, but I have neither of those. There is nothing you can do to me or to my house. Go seek your loot elsewhere.'

'Did your brothers not tell you about our powerful water hoses? We can cave in your house if you refuse to hand over what we asked for.'

'Yes, they did. your hoses won't harm my house. I don't have any bonds or dollars to give you.'

'Have it your way then. Aim the hoses, my friends. We'll flush out these pigs and get our due.'

The water blasted the third house like a gale force storm, but nothing happened. Well, nothing happened to the house, that is. The water ran toward the wolves' trucks and caused them to sink into the mud. When the wolves saw what was happening they dropped the hoses and tried to drive away. The wheels spun and spun and eventually opened a huge trench into which all the trucks and wolves fell and covered over with even more mud.

Because of that, the two older pig brothers apologized to their youngest brother and asked if he would tell them about the network, and his friends who helped him build such a durable house.

He invited them to join him back inside and brought them milk and cookies. As they ate, the youngest pig began to tell his story.

'Once upon a time, there was gold...'  Click Here To Find Out What Happens Next

Connecting The Dots Points To US

 Time was when circling the wagons provided some defense of position. The mentality continues to influence policy even though there are no wagons to circle. Outmoded thinking in today's economy will bring about its own demise.

     A headline from this morning's news: Puerto Rico is set to default on its loans. As a US territory this particular default will bring the consequences evidenced in similar conditions to America's doorstep. As 'legal guardian' of the island nation, the US is the co-signor of PR  debt. the US taxpayer has the ultimate obligation to cover the payment. Another hack at the American economic lifeline.

     If ever there was a better time to trade dollars for gold, it was yesterday. The step-by-step failure of central banks and their governments --Ireland, Portugal, Spain, Cyprus, Greece, Austria-- is not an Nintendo game and so the best real-time defense is a gold defense.

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