How to Get the “Best 20” Deal!

I will “dumpster-dive” this bag on your behalf, and find the goodies therein!

What is the “Best 20”, anyhow???

I completely understand your puzzlement and wonder — and I’ll be only too happy to explain:

You send me $25. I go to bank, “buy plenty wampum”, to quote Stan Freberg, meaning I get a $25 box of U.S. in-circulation business-strike pennies from the bank, bring the box home with YOUR name on it, and begin plundering the box on your behalf.

Why? For money? Continue reading

Toward a Bleak & Hopeless Future

Look at the letters beneath the name “Caesar Rodney” and compare with p. 249 Strike it Rich with Pocket Change — “too rare to price”!!!

Just TRY to find that Caesar Rodney counter-clash anywhere for any price, then make an offer! Estimates vary, but it’s in six figures at least, and YOU CAN DO IT, TOO!!!

You’ll need faith, hope, and a good relationship with a SuperBeacon, Matrix & Ammy.

The Caesar Rodney is not the only coin I found with my SuperBeacon Array. I have a dozen 1909s VDB Lincoln Cents in fabulous condition, and a bunch more self-found coins that could fetch upwards of $10,000 apiece.

I’m not offering them. I’m using them to show that it CAN be done. I have no interest in money, except to sort it and collect the rarities.

You don’t have that leisure.

You’ll need money, and plenty of it, to get out of the vise-like grip of Trumpism.

I’ll bet you’re plumb tuckered, totally out of energy to fight against Trumpism, and that exhaustion is what the NPD counts on to make his case and drive home the misery.

It doesn’t take a news program to get you all depressed, because everyone on the street is talking about how bad things are, and at the same time, they’re afraid to mention the word “Trump” for fear of retaliation from both or all sides.

For Trump, Against Trump, Indifferent to Trump — these are positions that are all now very dangerous to take. Best say nothing, put your head down, look at the floor and put your hands in your pockets.

Tremble and be thou afraid. O ye hypocrites, ye generation of vipers — a generation of vipers is not a group of milleniums, and it probably should read “spawn” of vipers, to make sense in modern English.

Children of the Serpent.

Jeez, you’d think they’d send the boss, but no — just the kids.

The constant assault on your personal freedoms and on Democracy itself takes its toll on the honest citizens who are just trying to get along in peace and harmony with all the others on this planet, including plants and animals. There just isn’t room for honest people anymore.

Once you understand that the creeps in control will BE in control for the next fifty years, and you realize that it is a solid fact that YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE YOUR FREEDOM, you’ll make adjustments, just as the Russians did under Stalin, and the Germans under Hitler, and the Italians under Mussolini, and the… but you get the idea.

America will no longer be a Democracy, but that’s gotta be okay, because there’s nothing you can do about that. You’re just a little creature trying to avoid getting crushed by the steamrollers on your street. Continue reading

Transgender Green Card Military?

 

 

I think by now, even the stupidest Republican — it was Trump who called them “So stupid they’d even elect me President!” — is aware that Trump is vague, incoherent, unable to connect two words, and is exhibiting clear signs of rather advanced insanity of the NPD variety, which involves psychotic episodes and possibly hallucinations.

There’s no telling what that crazy man might do today, tonight or is doing right now, without the knowledge or consent of his military advisors, political advisors or personal advisors.

He’s a wild card, a loose cannon, someone whose toast is clearly burning, whose elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top and who is doing things that will surely bring him down by his own incoherent words and vague and confused actions and knee-jerk reactions.

He’s real sensitive about himself, so if you’re anywhere around him, it would be good to remember that this is not the kind of guy who actively seeks out interesting people. You can’t be part of his team if you’re more famous than he is, even for one single day.

That’s why The Mooch was fired, even though he loves Trump, more than anyone can ever know. Talk about a robot, where do you wind that turkey up?

There’s no point arguing with a robot, a zombie or a storm-trooper. They’re not set for rational thought, so save your breath for running and run away, run away, don’t stop to look behind you or you’ll turn into a pillar of salt, or worse. Continue reading