I found the Luckiest Coin in the World, and some of that luck could rub off on you. Here’s how YOU can beat the odds!
E.J. Gold with the Luckiest Coin in the World, “The Rodney Quarter” in PCGS Slab.
This coin couldn’t possibly have dropped, but it did. It’s a Counter-Clash, something that doesn’t tend to happen more than once or twice, due to the nature of the mint error, and if someone wants it badly enough, they’ll pay $1 Million Dollars for it.
I have the ONLY one that could possibly EVER be for sale — the other one is already in a museum. In a sense, I’ve “cornered” the market on this particular coin, the rarest modern U.S. Quarter Dollar ever found. Continue reading →
Everybody has a little lucky streak now and then, but how would YOU like to be extra-lucky?
If you’re lucky, real lucky, you don’t even have to TRY to make it — you automatically stumble on all the good things you need to get where you’ve gotta go.
Under ordinary conditions, you can rely on hard work and fair play, but not in Trumpworld — no, not here.
In Trumpworld, it is very unlikely that you will be able to do anything to avoid drowning in a planet gone mad. The chances of being rounded up and summarily executed by Trump’s firing squads is very likely, and you and I will be the first up against the wall when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan, and that’s going to be sometime before the end of this proverbial year.
There will be general riots, trucking strikes, revolt in the military ranks, political roundups of Democrats and other Liberals — which is why they want all our voter information — and of course, there will be shooting, lots and lots of shooting, because we are a gun culture, and proud of it.
The Second Amendment Will Fall — Trump can’t allow Liberals to own weapons. Do the math, then tremble and be afraid. Continue reading →
ej gold circa 1956 on the Appalachian Arrowhead Trail and yes, that’s a gun.
“Fresh Fish Sold Here Today” — but everyone knows it’s fresh — if not, I can’t sell it, nobody would eat it — and, of course “here”, where else? Today? Naturally today, so we don’t need THAT word in the sign. Come to think of it, who needs the word “sold” — what am I going to do, go broke in a single day by giving away all my fish? And as for the word “fish”, what? You can’t smell my fishmonger shop a block away???
So, okay I have a few items that I’m planning to make available, some sadly, but it must be done. My hands are no longer able to handle an acoustic steel-string guitar, so ALL my Martin guitars must go, and I’ve already given away “Betty”, my traveling guitar.
In her place I now have “ACE”, my traveling six-string uke, which weighs about a pound and takes up so little room, I can play while riding in the front seat of the car without whalloping the driver in the head.
Golfer runs into the clubhouse and screams hysterically, “I think I just killed my partner on the third tee, with my golf club!” — everyone froze in shock.
“Calm down,” the pro suggested, “which club was it?”
“The niblick,” came back the shaky answer.
The golf pro nodded reassuringly — “That was the right club,” he said with a smile.
Another golfer runs up to the pro and shouts, “My shot went wild to the right and smashed a bus window. The bus crashed. There are a lot of injured. What should I do?”
“Well,” the pro asserted, “To begin with, you should shorten up a little and get your stance, swing and ball approach adjusted.”
Some of us think life’s a bit like that. So instead of presenting what I’d prefer to present, which is a dissertation on types of luck and lucky streaks, I’m putting up a few items for sale, anticipating the Labor Day Weekend Camping & Hiking Workshop.
I’d love to see these items go soon, so I can purchase what I’ll need for the presentations, and please, please don’t do me any favors — these instruments and other items need good homes, and they need to be IN USE, and presently they’re not, and in any future, they won’t be used by me. If a guitar is not used, it will check & crack — it NEEDS to be handled and sounded and used, and I’m not doing my job in respect to the steel string guitars — they’re just sitting there in a case, neglected but not forgotten.
I need to find good homes for them, and that’s what I’m trying to do. First of all, I priced comparable items, then priced them here at the friendly side of the bottom of the market. These are all asking prices — you can always make an offer. If I can make it happen, I will.
MARTIN HD-28 VDE VINTAGE — $4,500.00 — This is my baby, and I’ve told the story many times about my first experience with a Martin D-28 at Carol Hunter’s house back in the 1950s. I am the original owner and the only player on this guitar. It comes with the original case, and was one of the guitars considered for the CSN line, rejected for CSN but ONLY because the edition limitation had been reached. Probably the best guitar you’ll ever play or own. This guitar is BRAND NEW, played only a short time before my fingers gave out on ANY steel string acoustic guitar.
MARTIN D-16 — $3200.00 is the market price, but I only want $2200.00 for it, because that’s all I have in it. This guitar has been played but seldom, and is in “Like New” condition. It has a deep, rich sound, as you’d expect from any Martin dreadnought.
RICHARD NOYES ARCHED TOP GUITAR — Handcrafted by one of the greatest guitar makers in the world, and he happens to live nearby. Valued today at $3200.00 new, this VINTAGE Noyes Guitar would bring much more, but I have only $2000.00 in this guitar, so would be willing to sell it for that.
I also have a number of other items, notably rifle, bird-style long shotgun, profound air rifle with scope and 700 meter accuracy to bullseye of standard rifle target, all of which are now impossible for me to use, and all are for sale, subject to all Federal & State laws, all transactions to be handled through a licensed dealer, who can ship to you, etc.
I would never own a firearm or any other weapon for the purpose of killing anything — they are strictly for the development of skills, period, and my best skills are not in shooting, but in fast-draw and twirling, and that’s the hobby I promoted when younger.
These days, those things are not in my immediate future, although in the 27th and 28th centuries we do a LOT of shooting and yelling and such, but that’s such a long way off, why store them, when I can pick them up off the ground after the Battle of Washington Heights in 2933 New Calendar.
Pope Gerry III brings that war to a close, as I recall from my 37th century history textbook, and she is the intermediary they call “The Last Pope”, because that’s just ahead of The Second Coming, which doesn’t go anything LIKE the way John had it, but who cares about facts, when there’s a good story to be told?
What’s the specific difference between “Coin Collecting” and “Coin Hunting”? Why would you even be interested in that? What’s in it for you? How does it help YOU win?
Jeez, hold on a second, that’s too many questions all at once. Let’s take ’em one at a time.
The specific difference between “Coin Collecting” and “Coin Hunting” is that collecting can come from a variety of sources — you can buy a coin, trade a coin, that’s collecting — you aren’t really “finding” anything, and what you’re buying or trading for has already been put to a premium price — it’s no longer a “find” but an “acquisition”.
If you want the Magic to work, if you want to trigger off a Lucky Streak — Luck ALWAYS happens in streaks — when you sit down with hundreds or thousands of coins and deliberately inspect them one by one, flipping to see both sides AND the rim, that’s what’s called “Hunting”, and it’s just like hunting anything else.
You’ve got to be quiet, gotta sneak up on the game, freeze in place, breath softly and gently, vanish into camouflage, and WATCH and LISTEN and be ready for anything, even for your game to suddenly appear behind you, charging you head down and bent for glory.
That’s when you FEEL the hunt, and you’ll feel the COIN hunt every bit as much, if you play the game right — I just bagged the coin-hunting equivalent of a rhino, and I’m after a T-Rex.
I’d like to tell you that you’ll get rich quick playing this game, but I don’t think you’d believe me, even though it could easily become true. Okay, I WILL tell you, at risk of being thought of as overly optimistic — YOU CAN WIN! There, I said it, and it’s true. You CAN win, but ONLY IF YOU TRY.
If you don’t even try, you GUARANTEE failure. If you try, you WILL succeed at some point. If you don’t hit right away, you can join the Coinology Coin Club and get some help striking it rich.
First of all, let me inform you about a few important coin facts you might not know. Number one on the list is the growing popularity of State Quarters, which in fact includes Territories, State and Federal Parks and scenics from the series, “America the Beautiful”, which with the EPA totally gone, will be the only things left from that era of natural beauty which was the now-destroyed Obama Legacy.
Gosh, I’m waxing eloquent on the subject of local politics again, but it’s not politically motivated — I’m merely trying to establish the future scarcity of anything resembling natural beauty, and that includes U.S. Quarter Dollars prior to the Rule of Trump.
You might not know what’s coming, but I do, and it doesn’t include ANYTHING that wasn’t made in honor of Trump, and that means ALL currency that doesn’t have HIS picture on it.
Like I said, I’ve seen this a billion times before, and it never gets old, haw, haw haw!!!
Joking aside, this is a great chance to make a BUNDLE, enough to establish a getaway outside the United States, and the Bugout Pack that enables YOU to get to your safe harbor.
I’m looking into a Safe Harbor somewhere close to here, but always with the expectation that we might be forced to leave the continent, should Canada and Mexico fall prey to someone’s sense of destiny. Continue reading →
Create some luck in yourself, then make yourself luckier. The point is, why stop there? Why not make yourself still luckier, and keep on doing that luck thing right through the roof?
There’s no limit to the luckiness, provided you share it. If you have sharing problems, you’ll undoubtedly try to keep it for yourself, and you might abuse your gift, in which case, you never quite get it, and we’re all just a bit better off because of it.
“Joy Luck” is a shared lucky streak that benefits everyone, not just one person, or one family or one neighborhood.
Cooperation is the key, competition is the lockout. People are not built to be naturally cooperative. Like all jungle animals, they tend to compete.
In the Human and Brute Worlds, conflict is everywhere.
It’s possible to live in a place where cooperation replaces conflict, but it’s always in danger of being overrun by Neanderthalic Forces. Continue reading →
That’s probably the best question you will ever ask yourself, and the answer is both simple and easy — win a million bucks at the lottery.
Problem is, the lottery costs money if you don’t win. Eventually, it grinds you down to your last buck, and that’s when you realize you should have been playing the FREE lottery run by the U.S. Government every time someone at the Denver, Philadelphia or San Francisco Mint makes a mistake.
Mistakes everywhere else are just plain old mistakes, but when it happens at the U.S. Mint, you get a Mint Error, and that means money in the bank for collectors and coin hunters, such as YOU.
Want a simple solution to Donald Trump? I’ll tell you what you can do to stop that devious maniac from destroying our great country –DON’T FIGHT HIM.
Just Laugh. And keep on laughing. And laughing.
Laugh at him, get others to laugh at him, to keep on laughing, unstoppably, purposefully and unrelentingly, keep laughing, and laughing, and laughing.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
Keep laughing, laugh at him whether he’s there in person or not, but especially if he IS there in person, and KEEP ON LAUGHING. Don’t stop. Don’t let up, and don’t get down-energy, don’t give up, don’t stop no matter what anyone does, keep laughing as they take you down.
Laugh at him everywhere, make fun of him everywhere and in every possible way. Make him a face-mask at Halloween, a comic character in a novel or musical, a creature of ridicule.
It’s happened before and humor will eventually be his downfall. He carries within himself the seeds of self-destruction.
There is no straight-line way out of the mess. The only way possible is to jump tracks entirely, accumulate a million dollars to make a move, and somehow get from one Life-Stream to another, but how???
