The spectacle of a great, solvent government paying a fictitious price for gold it did not want and did not need and doing it on purpose to debase the value of its own paper currency was one to astonish the world.
quote by Garet Garrett
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For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.
quote by John Burroughs
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No Money Down
I know youre disappointed
In the way I handled things
Youre thinking I misread the times
And acted cowardly
And since what I do affects us both
And you feel that I let you down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
(hey! lover)
(hey! lover)
(lover)
They say theres someone for everyone
And for everyone a someone
And some tattoo roses across their chests
With a heart that says rollo
And some work without a public relations man
And do their best work, baby, out of sight
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
(hey! lover)
(hey! lover)
(lover)
Now I have known a hero or two
And they all learn to swim through mud
And they all got boots caked with dirty soles
That they get from squashing bugs
So when push comes to shove get the harley revved up
The moon can eclipse even the sun
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Lovers trust, no money down (hey! lover)
Yes, lovers trust, no money down (hey! lover)
Lovers trust, no money down (hey! hey! lover)
Lovers trust, no money down (hey! hey! lover)
(hey! hey! lover)
(hey! hey! lover)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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What Price
As the gavel
comes banging down
on the auction of life
what price was paid for our lives
And what price
will we have to keep paying
Only the government knows
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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At present, financial crises occur, chiefly because the paper currency is redeemable in gold only.
quote by John Buchanan Robinson
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When not only gold but all commodities are available for the redemption of the paper currency, its volume is limited only by the value of all the wealth of the country, and it can never become insecure up to this limit.
quote by John Buchanan Robinson
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Build Me Up
Dont try to tell me why
You just cant get enough of me
So fine, so unkind
I can tell that youre using me
You just using me
You know what you do to me
You just build me up
And then you let me down
Make you feel like a man
And treat me like a clown
So strong, but you so wrong
Shouldve known it all along
So nice, like paradise
I got this feeling Ill be paying price
Paying price for you
Ill be paying for the rest of my life
That aint nice
You just build me up
And then you act so cool
Make you feel like a flame
And treat me like a fool
Got me hangin
On a string
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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We All Pay The Price Of Who We Are
WE ALL PAY THE PRICE OF WHO WE ARE
We all pay the price of who we are
I pay the price every day
I am paying it now.
Walking alone
Thinking alone
Writing alone
No- network of my own.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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We live in the time where we have fictitious election results that elects a fictitious president. We live in a time where we have a man sending us to war for fictitious reasons.
quote by Michael Moore
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Rumpelstiltskin's revenge
Rumpelstiltskin’s Revenge
A worthless scrap of linen
On which Ben Franklin’s printed
Can buy you one tenth ounce of gold
An eagle freshly minted.
Our Quantitative Easing
Has made Rumpelstiltskin sore
Our turning paper into gold
Means there’s no need for straw
As far as barbarous relics go
Gold Eagles are quite nice
But as gold doesn’t grow on trees
They’ll have to raise the price.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Satyam Infotech
We have been reading in the news,
And viewing television's breaking Line
About all those who have lied
And been caught in their lies,
Now they are paying a great price
For all those they have hurt.
Not only have hurt themselves,
but the world
Who had faith in their Integrity....
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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China's idea of fair trade is government subsidies of its textile and apparel exports to the United States, currency manipulation, and forgiveness of loans by its government banks.
quote by Virginia Foxx
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First Encounter-A Samad Said
our talk warmed up
by one fictitious character
Salina
between him and me
one fictitious character
salina
bringing us closer
one fictitious woman
salina
salina
his old work
my new fascination
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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This part of Brazil offered the curious spectacle of a great evil, which has been long suffered to exist and is now advancing, gradually yet surely, to that state which must entail inevitable destruction on the existing Government of the country.
quote by George Grey
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Atlas Shrunk
They watched “Almighty Dollar” depreciate
After Gold/Silver Standard went up in vapor
A once great Nation became second-rate
After greedy few traded paper for paper
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Living Without Your Love
(david wolfert / steve nelson)
If I passed you on the street
Would you look the other way
Afraid that we would meet
Could it be that its down to tears?
After all the love we knew
It was so hard losing you
Now I feel it coming on
That emptiness again
cause Ive been living without your love
Just making believe I can still get by
Paying the price inside, oh
God knows the hardest thing Ill ever do
Losing you, ooh, oh
I try to put the thoughts away
But I see your face before me
As you turn to walk away
And I can force a smile
cause it turned out so wrong
After feeling so right so long
And Im just not ready for another day alone
cause Ive been living without your love
Just making believe I can still get by
Paying the price inside, oh
God knows the hardest thing Ill ever do
Losing you
Yeah, eah
I feel it coming on
That emptiness again
cause Ive been living without your love, oh
Just making believe I can still get by
Paying the price inside
Lord knows the hardest thing Ill ever do
Losing you
Im, just living
Oh, living without your love
Ill get by
But Im paying, yeah
Without your love
I cant get back to much more love
Oh no
Im not ready for
Im not ready for
Love and loneliness
Living, oh yes, Im living without your love
Ill just get by
Im just getting by
I cant stand it much longer
Ah, living, living without
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Current Currency
Dollars, euros, yen:
they’re all just pretty pieces of rags,
cotton, linen, and silk,
a bit of Crane paper, so we’re told.
Those currencies that no longer
predicate their value on precious metals,
gold or silver, for example,
have no more intrinsic worth than
fancy rags made of shirt fabrics.
Paper money is then much like
a wedding song “O, Promise Me”
performed over and over and over
until becoming superfluous.
Then the wedding guests long
for something more enduring
like Bach, Chopin, or Mendelssohn
(gold, silver, or real estate)
with no promises attached.
Then the mints are inked-up
the engraving plates polished to a sparkle,
and the fat lady is ready to sing her swan song,
“All of Me.”
At least if the current currency
breaks its promise and leaves me destitute,
with no purchasing power at all,
I can gather up all those little rectangles
and make a quilt or a pair of trousers,
if I can learn to sew.
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Ink
To see an inked paper with ink
You write also, you keep it tidy.
The request of the teacher must be met,
With all the paper in this planet.
To watch may leave us suddenly with more work,
But evil writing carries progress to astonish,
And the reporting of sins leaves us.
You need pencils but not pride of strength
To gain acceptance, to acquire safety.
I write along my nights with nature
Outside.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Conflicts Of Reality Dilutes The Truth For Many
There are those exclaiming,
The need and wish for less government...
In their lives.
In their wallets.
And their homes.
But...
Also these are the same people,
Who protest to have more money...
Of their own in their pockets.
Conflicts of reality dilutes the truth for many!
And not a face of theirs appears,
On the currency.
And if it is a penny or a dollar bill that is possessed,
The image imprinted has been a president.
Who has been elected to lead the government.
Few protesting keep this addressed.
And it seems many people will soon get their wish,
Because less government...
Is definitely going to be removed from the pockets.
And...
The evidence of that has already begun to appear.
Or disappear,
Depending on which side of the coin...
Is observed by many pinching pennies,
Being from them removed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If you like small government you need to work hard at having a strong national defense that is not so militant. Personal liberty is the purpose of government, to protect liberty - not to run your personal life, not to run the economy, and not to pretend that we can tell the world how they ought to live.