It's doomsday
plus a few weeks. Say you need to bribe the border guards at the
state line but they seem to have all the wristwatches and free range
eggs they can use. Hah! There's nothing like a few good ol' silver
coins to become their number one tourist, let this man through.
Or your gas station's not accepting Visa and the ATMs have gone
dark from sea to shining sea and you've got a hard to get reservation
at a fallout-free retreat. Hah! Dazzle 'em with the sheen
of silver my friend, fill 'er up and happy motoring to you.
Or you gotta
do some emergency shopping but hackers insist your bank records
have gone missing and your bank agrees and meanwhile Bernanke Bucks
are sinking faster than a head-shot carp. Hah! With junk
silver just step over to the VIP express aisle and take what you
need, take two while you're at it and here, let me help you with
that. Or you're down to your last few rounds and you've gotta hit
the freedom trail like now, and there are a dozen shooting
galleries between you and your little blue heaven but your ammo
vendor ain't taking paper. Hah! With silver you can top off
from his private stock, the nickel plated ones that chamber slick
as butter, and y'all come back now.