>There's no political solution.
>There's no new arguments.
>There's no point in talking about it.
>There's nothing but the stacking.
We're done with the false dichotomies that drain us of our time, energy, and presence, constantly trying to misdirect and distract from the stak.
We're done with the synagogue of Satan and the allure of counterfeit currencies and fake and gay ledgers of fictional fractional falsehoods.
We're done playing make-believe with the intangible narrative crafting, emotionally directed sheeple cought in the web of the decieved motis operandi machines of this world.
>Another day, another dime of Argent.
There's no money like silver, it staks and saves, and stays silently valuable. Gathering dust awaiting it's day to shine through all the bullshit business of the liars and those decieved. The financial compass and monetary anchor of the real, in this world of fantasy fem-fatalities.
There's no point in explaining it as it is self-evident as to the usefulness, but the gauretee that the fud will come only reinforces that intrinsic value.
The strength of the Federal Reserve is its transparency of all the information it's gathers and the opinions it holds, and the actions it's taking, but it's dirty little secret is calling currency money when it's not.
This is the "full faith and confidence" that backs every currency in the world, the people's sublime ignorance of what money is not.
>the stak grows
>and grows
>and grows
Another day, and another dime, is the only way to encapsulate and redeem the time.