By Dominique de Kevelioc de Bailleul
As silver stackers await Fed Chairman Ben Bernanke speech at Jackson Hole, the German high court ruling on the constitutionality of funding the ESF, the Sept. FOMC meeting, the likely invasion of Syria, and this year’s expected October surprise, it may be time for a little advice, especially to newcomers of the silver market.
What ever happens to the price of silver in the coming months, just be cool, Honey Bunny.
The day will come when silver stackers witness what happens to the plans of evil men, who arrogantly attempt to steal from the righteous, wage war in their name, and even rob their small-town restaurants.
And that day will come when the righteous live to bask in the glory of the great silver liberation and seek vengeance on said small-restaurant robbers. So, whatever happens from now until the November election, be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool.
During the final scene of the movie, Pulp Fiction, Jules explains:
Jules: . . . You read the Bible?
Pumpkin: Not regularly.
Jules: Well there’s this passage I got memorized—Ezekiel 25:17.
“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.”
I been sayin’ that shit for years. And if you heard it, that meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherf**** before I popped a cap in his ass.
But I saw some shit this mornin’ that made me think twice. See, now I’m thinkin’: maybe it means you’re the evil man. And I’m the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he’s the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. And I’d like that.
But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is you’re the weak. And I’m the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.
Whether you succumb to the temptations of becoming the tyranny of evil men, or not, or truly become a shepherd, remember to hold on to that silver, stack that silver, and guard that silver.
It is Bernanke who is the weak one; he’s the one who sweats. And that’s the undeniable truth.
But, the silver stacker . . . he’s cool, very cool—like Fonzie.