One year ago today: December 30, 2024, great boxes.
Five years ago today: December 30, 2020, 13 minutes.
Nine years ago today: December 30, 2016, some awful one-liners.
Random years ago today: December 30, 2003, make everyone happy.
As silver climbs past $76, the pundits are out in force. I was in dreamland since I got home, so the best excitement is seeing what they attribute these prices to. Go get a coffee and mee me back here. There, now let’s get started. A quick glance told me this was the Hunt Brothers again. They knew the same game was foot in the 80s, that big banks were depressing silver prices by trading in paper. They knew that sooner or later, some big fund would demand physical silver and there was not enough of it. They thus tried to corner the physical silver market—and it almost worked.
See this birdie? That’s what got me up this early. I had left for Miami without stocking the bird feeder. So take it easy, I have already been chewed out.
It was in the 40s overnight and stayed cold past dawn and I’m glad. Back under the electric blanket. I passed the old club on the way home last night and stopped to talk to Wilford. He’s not kept up with his studies, so I’m taking this morning of to study the analogread() command. I was only there ten minutes bur heard something new. A small group of patrons who were raised in this area and just met at the pub tonight. All were soon talking about which pieces of property they had inherited over the years. It was the only thing they had in common, other than being dull.
The New York Times has published a Trump hit piece warning that his “persecution” of illegals is endangering our nation’s shrubs. Companies, they report, are turning to automated means and this will “force” American wages to go up—a threat to our decorative hedges. There is, NYT cautions, a limit to how much even pro-shrubbery wealthy people are willing pay for topiary.
Jill Biden’s ex-husband just killed his wife. Later, I entered the budget and those ribs I bought on Saturday were $33.39. No wonder they were so damn good. Starbucks is closing 400 locations, good riddance. This is amusing, many Democrat billionaires are beginning to refuse paying their party dues. Silver traded as high as $78.60, which is good, but still not panic.
Air Bermuda.
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This trip was different and Miami has a different character. There’s probably a complicated explanation but there is also the easy one, namely: the free ride is over. And this kid’s ride is an example from the market last weekend. Normally, there would be a half-hour line-up. Now you see it operating with two riders. Two. Is this a sad scene, or is it some indication of how bad the problem had become? Most people would say the latter. Enough is enough.
You might say in a way this is sad, but you’d be wrong. People who support these illegals are usually remote from the problems and America knows they twist the statistics anyway. Make one visit to a welfare office and then try saying these immigrants are not a problem, or claim they are good for the nation.
Yep, this trip was very different. I’d say even if the system eases up after another stolen election, the illegal immigrant party as we know it is over.
One more thing to mention. Today I moved less than any other day in my life. Except to the can and the kitchen, I remained sitting quietly all day. That is, from 5:30AM to 10:30PM. I would not have thought this possible six months ago.
ADDENDUM
Another year without a New Year’s gig or a band to play it with. Florida has proven one of the hardest places to keep a ban together, though there are plenty who would argue that. I get a laugh out of musicians who point out my bands are no the best. True, because my focus is not to win music awards. The fact is, no names mentioned, my not-so-fantastic bands have a 60 year history of playing out while your better bands have never gotten a gig. I wish the Prez was back so we could pick up where we left off. We were the best country duo in Polk. We were the ony country duo in Polk.
