The Next Default, Gold, Bras, and Confiscation

“The wealth of Moria was not in gold or jewels but mithril.” – Fellowship of the Ring

Steel suppliers are facing high iron prices and low finished steel prices.  They say it’s a terrible ore-deal.

What we call money was for the longest time gold.  For . . . a long time, really.  It has never quite been valueless and even jungle savages and pyramid builders (who had, I must remind you, no iPhones™ used it for trinkets because it was pretty.

But cash has gone to zero.

The phrase “Not worth a Continental” came about because the Continental Congress decided to print a lot of cash to fight the Revolutionary War.  It worked, but the cash became valueless because they printed too much.

How bad was it?

Bad enough that a wheelbarrow of Continentals might buy you a loaf of bread, if the baker was using them to start his fire.  It was a bad enough experience that the Framers of the Constitution tossed in the whole, “No State shall make anything but gold and silver Coin a Tender in Payment of Debts.”

Then we went to gold because the Constitution said so.  Gold worked for a while.  There was a reset during the Civil War with the National Banking Act, which made paper “greenbacks” official tender.  Lincoln needed cash to fund the Union army, so they cranked up the presses again.  By war’s end, greenbacks were worth about half their face value, and people grumbled, but hey, at least the North bankers won.

I’m in shape for that, though.  I exorcise regularly.

Then in the awful year of 1913, the Fed® was put into place, and the monkey business began anew.  Another currency reset, first for World War I, where they suspended gold convertibility to print for the war machine.  Huh.  It’s like I’ve heard that before.  When the value of the dollar started to increase in the Great Depression, Roosevelt came in and made owning significant amounts of gold illegal.

I mean, illegal for the plebs.  Rich dudes could still own all they wanted, because, well, they’re rich.  What don’t you understand about that, pleb?  FDR’s Executive Order 6102 forced folks to turn in their gold at $20.67 an ounce, then he jacked the price to $35 overnight.

Instant 69% profit for Uncle Sam.  Nice work, if you can get it.

Eventually, LBJ took all of the silver out of the money, too.  In 1965, quarters went from 90% silver to clad junk, because Vietnam wasn’t going to fund itself.  People hoarded the old real silver coins, and Gresham’s Law kicked in:  bad money drives out good.

Finally, Nixon took the dollar off of the gold standard as a “temporary emergency measure” in 1971.  Temporary, my foot.  It was the final nail in the gold coffin, all because we were spending like drunken sailors on wine, women, wars and welfare.

Was there panic?  Confusion?  Market turmoil?  Riots in the streets?

Nah.  None of that happened at any of these currency resets.  Partially because people are distracted.  Back then it was Vietnam protests or bra burnings or Watergate scandals.

Despite the name, when I wore The Mrs.’, I couldn’t do any more than usual.

And, partially because people still had dollars to spend that were worth something, right?  I mean, until the inflation of the 1970s hit.  People adapted, grumbled, but kept chugging along because what else were we gonna do?  Start a revolution over milk prices?

All of these resets, every single one of them, happened because the United States government (or its precursor) had spent way too much, had too much debt, and didn’t want to pay it.  It’s the old, “Hey, let’s you and me split the bill. Half is fair right? I mean, I had the steak and lobster and you had a salad, so 50-50 works.”

Except you don’t get to object.

This confiscation is what gold (and silver) holders, real physical metal holders, now worry about: the government coming for their gold and silver.

I am here to tell you that will never happen.

Never.

What’s the zodiac sign for a donut?  Torus.

Why bother with door-to-door confiscation when they can just make it painful to use?  History shows they prefer the sneaky route.  What will happen is, say, that .gov will tax people who sell gold at a profit at a huge rate. 70%? 90%?  Heck, maybe 110% if they get creative with penalties.

And no one will care.  Why?  Well, rich people will have insulated themselves from this by offshoring those investments:  think Swiss vaults or Cayman trusts.  The tax will probably only apply to individuals (so those with corporations won’t care, they’ll just LLC their stack), and the people who don’t have silver and gold will think that anyone who had any silver and gold probably deserves such a high tax rate.

“Greedy hoarders,” they’ll say, while scrolling through their InstaFace© feed of dancing feminists.

That’s one way.  What’s another?

Mandate reporting on all precious metal sales over, say, $100. Turn your local coin shop into a snitch for the IRS®.  Or tie it to “anti-money laundering” laws, making grandma’s heirloom coins suspicious.  It’s not confiscation; it’s just “regulation for your safety.

“You can sell your gold and silver. And dollars, even, into a new currency!”

And only into that new currency.  This new currency will be great! We’ll call it a Central Bank Digital Currency (CBDC).  It’s like crypto, but now the Fed® controls it!

I have a friend who is half-Indian.  His name is Ian.

What could go wrong?

Well, from the perspective of the Fed©, absolutely nothing. They can make your CBDC evaporate unless you spend it:  like digital milk in the fridge with an expiration date enforced by big brother.  “Use it or lose it, citizen!”

They can track every cent (oops) dime that you spend.  Bought too much ammo?  Flag.  Donated to the “wrong” cause?  Freeze.  They can stop transactions they don’t like.  “Sorry, no more red meat, your carbon score’s too high today.”

They can use it to create an activity profile: “John’s been buying survival gear again; better send the social worker.  Have her bring cigars and scotch to calm him down.”

It will, of course, all be for your own good.  It’ll stop crime.  And money-laundering.

And those rich people!  It will stop them.  I mean, sure they’ll have the fancy estates in France and Bill Gates will own half of the farmland in the country and also own Picassos and Renoirs and Monets and Manets and a Chinese antibiotics manufacturer, but it’ll really get him.

Bill Gates caught a very strong STD:  Herpules.

Us plebs?  We’ll get the full surveillance package.

Boy, those rich people are sure going to suffer if we force them to use CBDC.

So, we can keep our gold and silver.  It’s just a barbaric relic.  And we’re awful if we want to keep it since it’s probably anti-patriotic or pro-colonialism (depending on who is in office) to keep the gold and silver, which should be safely stored.

In a Central Bank.

For your own good.

And the CBDC?  That’s as good as gold.  It’s not like the Continental at all.  And, it comes with a new iPhone® app.

What a deal!

Civil War 2.0 Weather Report: Cloudy With A Chance Of Insurrection

“You didn’t think I’d risk losing the battle for Gotham’s soul in a fistfight with you?” – The Dark Knight

If a Somalian couple gets divorced in Minnesota, are they still brother and sister? (all memes and media except clock as-found)

  1. Those who have an opposing ideology are considered evil.
  2. People actively avoid being near those of opposing ideology.  Might move from communities or states just because of ideology.
  3. Common violence. Organized violence is occurring monthly.
  4. Common violence that is generally deemed by governmental authorities as justified based on ideology.
  5. Opposing sides develop governing/war structures. Just in case.
  6. Open War.

Volume VII, Issue 9

Most memes except for the clock and graphs are “as found”.  I have maintained the Clock O’Doom at 9., given the open support of assassination and criminality by the GloboLeft and the increase in violence as well as direct interference with ICE and the insertion of the military into law enforcement.  Beware: the number can climb quickly.

My advice remains.  Avoid crowds.  Get out of cities.  Now.  A year too soon is better than one day too late.

In this issue:  Front Matter – The Battle of Minnesota – Violence and Censorship Update – Misery Index – Updated Civil War 2.0 Index – Bad and Good – Links

Front Matter

Welcome to the latest issue of the Civil War II Weather Report.  These posts are different than the other posts at Wilder Wealthy and Wise and consist of smaller segments covering multiple topics around the single focus of Civil War 2.0, on the first or second Monday of every month.  I’ve created a page (LINK) for links to all of the past issues.  Also, subscribe because you’ll join nearly 840 other people and get every single Wilder post delivered to your inbox, M-W-F at or before 7:30AM Eastern, free of charge.

The Battle of Minnesota

Note:  on a regular month, I save media as the month goes on to use for this update.  Twenty or thirty is a normal month.  This month?  180.  So, this edition will draw heavily from those.

The Battle of Minnesota was very intentional from the GloboLeftElite.  If I were to guess, the amount of money coming out of the state, a state that the GloboLeftElite salted with Somalians to ensure stays a vote and cash farm for the GloboLeft.  Had all of this gone down in June of this year?  I think we’d be in the midst of armed conflict right now in Minnesota, California, and possibly New York.

The Somalians were openly disrespectful of the dead lesbian.

Trump even Truthed® about the situation.  But when you try to run over an armed ICE officer, he just might shoot back.

The response?  Storm a church.  That’s a sure way to bring sympathy to your cause.

Oh, and the next person ICE shot?  Please make sure that he was sympathetic, a super nurse who only cared for people and wasn’t actively trying to bring about a violent confrontation.

And then, if you’re the governor, call up the Guard to potentially face off against ICE.

But then what happened?  The communication channels used by the GloboLeft to command their useful idiots was breached.  Uh-oh.

I don’t know if this is correct, but it may have implicated government officials?

And, shockingly, foreigners are involved against ICE:

But then, things changed:

And ICE was just ignored.

And the people?  They still want the foreigners to go home:

Violence and Censorship Update

Remember, the New York Times hates you:

And some words may not be spoken:

And some things won’t be reported on:

And some they’ll attempt to make you forget, because obvious hoax is obvious:

And they’ll stop at nothing to make a loser a hero:

The next version:

The Netflix adaptation:

And they hate you:

And they hate you:

And she was arrested.  Shocking.

What do citizens have to fear from ICE?

At least I run an honest clock:

Making all your thoughts theirs.

Greenland attacked:

The Minneapolis police like Somalians more than they like Americans.

Tough talk from the pronoun crowd:

And I’d bet this guy has had a visit from the FBI already:

What is it with nurses in Minnesota?

Well, at least she lost that job.

And the City of Brotherly Love isn’t:

And the violence was spreading . . .

While the threats proliferate:

But only certain types of violence made the GloboLeft upset.  Some were ignored:

Let’s see how things are going in Europe, which is what you get when GloboLeftism runs unchecked:

Well at least they punish the violent, right . . . oh . . .

Now, even the countryside is too white in Great Britain.

Misery Index

The new Trump administration is shown in red.  Results continue to be much better than Biden’s misery numbers.  The advance is at a near minimum, given the Fed®’s policy.

And we can afford eggs again.

Though Trump seems to want eternally high home prices.

Updated Civil War II Index

The Civil War II graphs are an attempt to measure four factors that might make Civil War II more likely, in real time.  They are broken up into Violence, Political Instability, Economic Outlook, and Illegal Alien Crossings.  As each of these is difficult to measure, I’ve created for three of the four metrics some leading indicators that combine to become the index.  On illegal aliens, I’m just using government figures.

Violence:

Violence indicators are up again this month, and, although they aren’t George Floyd-levels, you can see that from here.  And there’s a lot of frustration:

Political Instability:

Down is more stable, and it went down slightly this month after the budget fight ended.  And a lot of the “Elite” are now starting to lose jobs due to A.I., which will increase political tension quickly.

Economic:

The economy up just a smidge this month, but I think the bubble has some pretty grey hair and some other headwinds are on the horizon.

Illegal Aliens:

Still the lowest level since the Weather Report started.

Bad and Good

The Bad:

The Good:

LINKS

The links are again done by Ricky this month.  Thanks, Ricky!

BAD GUYS

https://x.com/ExxAlerts/status/2012756374694895882
https://x.com/LevineJonathan/status/2009023254648807879
https://x.com/libsoftiktok/status/2015941489516245223
https://x.com/Rightanglenews/status/2012977084440731734

GOOD GUYS

https://twitter.com/i/status/2009416434183458893
https://twitter.com/i/status/2009377264517984486
https://x.com/JamesOKeefeIII/status/2015260124932448533

ONE GUY

https://cms.zerohedge.com/s3/files/inline-images/G-5K5Q9XUAEXXze.jpg?itok=QxAe4FgO
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/ar-AA1VqQsY

BODY COUNT

https://www.army.mil/article/289904/army_encourages_soldiers_to_just_pick_up
https://www.npr.org/2026/01/12/nx-s1-5647761/ivf-fertility-motherhood-40s-cost
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/01/27/us/politics/census-2025-estimates-population-immigration.html?unlocked_article_code=1.HlA.2S2B.yiS8JLm5K2F-&smid=url-share
https://x.com/WallStreetApes/status/2012930482867257625

VOTE COUNT

https://news.gallup.com/poll/700499/new-high-identify-political-independents.aspx
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/census-data-signals-deep-trouble-democrats-after-2030
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/we-must-pass-save-act-republicans-engage-serious-push-voter-id
https://x.com/IterIntellectus/status/2012220254504530043
https://cms.zerohedge.com/s3/files/inline-images/G-zOZDYW4AAmuUM.png?itok=ne4Sv1lI

CIVIL WAR (OURS)

https://x.com/Schwalm5132/status/2015470661490057540
https://x.com/camhigby/status/2015093523733733474
https://x.com/camhigby/status/2015470423413047597
https://x.com/VigilantFox/status/2016575958644355539?s=20
https://apnews.com/article/bishop-ice-martyrdom-new-hampshire-b58050770e7d40e3247d0aa3b91fe0d2
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/01/10/us/federal-agents-law-enforcement-trump.html?unlocked_article_code=1.DVA.ecVS.mLFgxVQnJHt6&smid=url-share
https://www.dailysignal.com/2026/01/07/minnesota-democrats-dangerous-neo-confederate-rhetoric/
https://www.foxnews.com/politics/gop-lawmakers-call-trump-arrest-walz-after-governor-warns-national-guard-move
https://fortune.com/2026/01/26/ray-dalio-trump-minneapolis-shooting-civil-war-debt-tinderbox/
https://alt-market.us/maybe-its-time-for-conservative-patriots-to-rally-in-minneapolis/
https://choiceclips.whatfinger.com/2026/01/19/nyt-says-civil-war-is-here-democrats-say-they-will-arrest-conservatives/
https://amgreatness.com/2026/01/29/slouching-towards-fort-sumter/
https://futurism.com/future-society/simulation-civil-war-games

CIVIL WAR (THEIRS)

https://www.zerohedge.com/political/alberta-sees-large-turnout-petition-separate-canada
https://x.com/albertaseparate/status/1885163587528020435
https://www.theatlantic.com/international/2026/01/iran-revolution-protests-collapse/685578/
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/01/25/world/middleeast/iran-how-crackdown-was-done.html?unlocked_article_code=1.HFA.USAQ.AtdNc0uQ7YVv&smid=url-share
https://www.iranintl.com/en/202601255198

The Wilder Guide to Self-Reinvention

“Ultimately, anybody could crash on an island like this, and the idea of being surrounded by strangers and getting to reinvent yourself in some way is sort of readily identifiable.” – Lost

The NFL® has an obscure rule that players cannot own ducks or geese.  Those are called “a personal fowl.” (all memes as-found)

Sometimes I’ve felt like I’m stuck in a sequel nobody asked for.

Same plot, same villains, same scriptwriters, same predictable ending where the hero, me, ends up in the same place where the movie started.  All of it happened, and all of it changed nothing.

Reinvention sounds like one of those self-help buzzwords peddled by people with suspiciously not-grey hair, perfect teeth, and look like they smell vaguely of Lemon-Scented® Pledge™.

Me?  I’ve lost most of my hair, have okay but not perfect teeth, and more often smell of cigar than citrus.  I’m not selling you anything.  Except songs.  And you can listen to all of those for free.  But if reinvention is done well, it changes everything, which should be no surprise because it’s in the name.

I’ve reinvented myself a time or two.  Switched careers, changed habits, even moved across state lines once.  It’s never as glamorous as the brochures promise.  I have never yet experienced a slow-mo training montage with Eye of the Tiger blasting in the background.  More often it’s like grinding through a B-movie script where the director keeps yelling “Cut!” because I flubbed the line again.

Plot twist:  it was really Freddy Kruger™ that killed Martin Luther King, Jr.  After all, he had a dream . . .

In the changes I’ve made, however, I have learned more than a few things.  First, real reinvention demands a brutal assessment of what’s True, Beautiful, and Good and how that differs from what I see in the mirror.  People, me included, want to believe pretty little lies whenever they can.  Real assessment is required.

If it isn’t hitting at least three out of three of the True, Beautiful, and Good criteria, why bother?  I try to take stock without mercy.

Is it True?

Does it square with reality, or am I kidding myself?

Is it Beautiful?

Does it create something worthwhile, or is it just pumping out more plastic widgets for the landfill?

Is it Good?

Does serve a higher purpose, or is it just vanity?

If the answer’s a resounding “meh,” to any of these three, it’s not worth the effort.  If I lie to myself here, the whole reinvention turns into a farce.

Would you like three alternative punchlines?

Hollywood peddles a different script, of course.  Change is always Good™, wrapped in a rom-com bow.  Picture the uptight stuffed-shirt.  Khakis pressed, 401(k) maxed moping through life until a random crazy hot chick crashes in.

She’s got purple hair, a tattoo of a dreamcatcher, and a backpack full of “experiences.”  She drags him to a rave in the desert, teaches him to juggle fire and smoke weed, and poof, he’s ditching the corner office for a food truck.

Roll credits, cue the indie soundtrack.  This is celebrated as a modern goal.

Reality check:  I’ve crossed paths with more than a few random crazy hot chicks.

Positive contributions?  Slim to none.  All the experiences rhyme, though:  a whirlwind of chaos, pain, and stories that start with “So there I was…” and end with lawyers or bail money.

Random crazy hot chicks didn’t reinvent me, they just rearrange the furniture in my life until nothing fits.

Real change doesn’t need a manic (or maniac) minx catalyst.

She keeps sending mixed messages.

It just needed me to stare in the mirror and decide the current plot sucks.

Change itself?

That’s the bonus, the change is immediate.

Change happens now, effects come with time.  Flip the switch.

Boom, reinvented.  The results take time.  The bigger the change, the more patience required for the results.

That’s why urgency is my ally.  Time multiplies effort like compound interest, and the old saying goes:  When’s the best time to plant a tree?  The best time to start is 20 years ago.  The next best time is now.

Silly me, I would have thought the next best time would have been 19 years ago, but maybe I missed that day in Arbor Academy.

The message, though, is clear.  Act now, act deliberately.  Not in a panic but with a purpose.  Delay, and I’m just leaving Future Me a bigger debt.

Which brings us back to the noun.  The what.  I had a boss that would always slow me down with this one simple question:  “What do we want the outcome to be?  Start with the end in mind.”  Again, the criteria for me is simple.  Is it True, is it Beautiful, is it Good?

Also, how I frame the change dictates the ending and the success or failure.  Any change that constantly demoralizes me is doomed.  If I have an end state in mind, and I’m not there, I’m failing.  Right?

No.  Remember the montage.  Starting the montage is the success.  You’ve gotta have a montage.

Seriously, though, my mind rebels against endless punishment.  Why should I keep showing up if every step feels like defeat?  For me, I often measure effort rather than outcomes.  Build a habit of study, and not measure myself against the end.  Even a little progress (if the change is big enough) is what I’m looking for.  Patton put it perfectly:  “A good plan executed now is better than a perfect one executed later.”

My dudes, attitude is everything.

There are exceptions:  any positive reinvention that energizes me?  That’s the winner.  It creates a feedback loop:  my effort sparks momentum, my momentum delivers wins, my wins fuel more energy.  These can even be bits of the montage, if you will.

Quick wins?  I grab them whenever I can.  I’m wired for routine.  Once a habit locks in, it’s tougher for me to break than to keep.  Like autopilot, I set the course, and it flies itself.  Your mileage may vary, but for me, momentum is king.  Get the ball rolling, and inertia works for me, not against.

I’ve learned to not wait for a muse.  She’s probably off with that random crazy chick anyway.  Just consistent action.

At its core, reinvention isn’t about morphing into someone else.  It’s honing the best of who I am, aligned with Truth, Beauty, and Goodness.  Brutal honesty spots the flaws, urgency launches the fix, energy sustains the burn, and time polishes the gem.  When it clicks?  It’s worth every sweat drop, every dawn patrol, every skipped shortcut.

Whenever I am at a crossroads I always stare into a bowl of rice, hoping to find a grain of truth.

I’m beginning to think the only bad ending is the one where I don’t change.  Oh, and all of the Disney® movies since 2017 or so.  They all suck.

Land of Confusion

“I know what you mean, Blair.  Trust’s a tough thing to come by these days.” – The Thing

Pretty soon they’ll just cast a bird.  I can see it now, “Heron of Troy”. (all memes as-found)

I’m old enough to remember the song Land of Confusion coming out.  It was from Genesis, which really should have been named “Phil Collins and some other white GloboLeftist dudes.”  The video was and is hideous.  It was intentionally hideous.  I rewatched it again before writing this and ended up regretting it.  If there is place for the True, Beautiful, and Good, well, brother, that video wasn’t it.

Okay.  I assure you, this isn’t a review of a forty-year-old video, but rather the phrase that comes to my mind as I write this particular post.  The world is really into WTF territory, a true Land of Confusion.

What’s going on?  Is it time to start drinking heavily?

The largest product launch in the history of product launches is going on.  Of course I mean Artificial Intelligence.  A.I. has distorted everything, and I mean everything in our economy.  There is (in my humble opinion that is more often wrong than right) no particular reason that the stock market should be doing as well as it is.  A double Snack Wrap© meal with some fries and a drink costs $8.00.

The Dalai Lama went to Vegas last year because he loves Tibet.

That’s two tortillas, some Official Chicken Product®, a sauce, some shredded lettuce, potatoes deep fried in estrogen-laden oils, and, if you’re lucky and made the right choice, water or coffee.  I guess this is an example of fake money for fake food.

Wouldn’t a bit a of steak be better?  Even a little bit?

Gahhh!  I keep wandering.  Like I said, Land of Confusion.

If you really do a deep dive into the main prophet of A.I., Sam Altman, I assure you that you’ll become concerned that Sam is managing a trillion-dollar business with the potential that, if it fails, to lead to another Great Depression.  But, hey, if it succeeds, there’s a 20% chance that humanity might be erased like mosquitos in a pup tent.

Honestly, I wouldn’t hire Sam Altman to manage a Taco Bell® in Modern Mayberry, but I guess that fast talking, double-dealing (according to Musk) and just plain greasy-seeming guy is the kind of person that we want to turn the economy over to.

If a robot commits a robbery and it’s caught after the battery dies, will police have plans to charge the suspect?

We’re riding the edge.  And this sort of inflation on the bubble of reality has led to other inflations.  Silver is following the classic signs of a bubble.  But unlike A.I., silver is real.  What’s real?  Well, whenever I have a question like that I just leave it to old Jack Burton (Big Trouble in Little China):

Egg Shen:  “(You) can see thins no one else can see.  Do things no one else can do.”
Jack Burton:  “Real things?”

Egg Shen:  “As real as Lo Pan!”
Jack Burton:  “Hey, what more can a guy ask for?”
Egg Shen:  “Oh, a six-demon bag!”
Jack Burton:  “Terrific.  A six-demon bag.  Sensational.  What’s in it, Egg?”
Egg Shen:  “Wind, fire, all that kind of thing.”

At this point I feel like Jack Burton.  I’m just looking for something real.  And silver is real.  I can pick it up, feel its density, hear it go ‘ping’ like silver does, and give it to my sons when I die.

But silver went up.  Then it went down.  I hear rumors that a certain bank dumped all of its short positions when silver hit its recent low.  Will it pop up in the next week?

I have no idea.

I’m not sure I care.

I’m just tempted to but a contract and go for delivery and show up to a COMEX® warehouse in a rented car from Budget™ and pick up 340 pounds of silver for the grins that would give me and then play Snake Plisskin from Escape From New York trying to get out of, well, New York where most of the COMEX vaults are.

The most famous human who bounces is that Irishman, Rick O’Shea.

The price of computers is also exploding.  Why?  Well, A.I., silly.  Bill Gates (who the Epstein Files would indicate might have had to get rid of a nasty case of some Indonesian junk that’s going ‘round) has said, nah, man, why do you have a computer at all?

The idea, I think is to make computers like the one I’m typing on to be unaffordable.  On one hand, I can see that if A.I. can do the calculations to weaponize the DNA from warts to infect humans into violent zombies or hack into the Pentagon instead of running a screensaver that might be a problem.

And yet . . .

A personal computing device has been available to me my entire adult life, and having my information in my house, on a hard drive I own is normal to me.  Having to depend on the Indians running Microsoft® to not dump a tikka masala or a curry into the server and bring down my posts, family memories, and also kill Mabel’s life support in the ER in Cleveland doesn’t seem like the best idea.

Honestly, keeping Indians away from everything seems that way, but YMMV.

Then there’s Hollywood®.  It appears that the only thing they want to create is unmitigated racist crap.  Yes, racist.  How else do you explain the cast for the latest Troy® movie, which features a black woman as Helen of Troy.

Here’s the take of one wag on X®:

What’s the difference between Syria and Detroit?  How you get stoned.

A black woman as Helen of Troy?  That’s bad.  It’s not only bad, it’s offensive.  It is, again, the opposite of the True, Beautiful, and Good in every single sense.  And if the opposite of the True, Beautiful, and Good is Evil, well, there you go.  And Zendaya (yes, that poor dog-faced girl Zendaya) playing . . . Athena.  You know.  A god.  And Zendaya is a Midwest 5/10 on a good day.

Sigh.  Land of Confusion.  Again.

The most non-crazy item I’ve seen this week is Elon Musk saying that he’s thinking about putting a million data centers in orbit for creating A.I. processing.  At least they won’t be subject to Sanjay dumping his sambar into the SanDisk® and stopping sanitation in San Francisco.

Oh, too late.  Have you seen San Francisco?

Imagine how insulted Elon’s girlfriends feel when he says they look like a million bucks.

When Elon is fantasizing about putting a million of something into space is the most sane item of the week so far, it should tell you something.

When I read the headlines, I think back to my New Year’s resolution:  drink more water.

So far, with the news in January, I’ve only gotten to:  drink more.

 

No To Resolutions, Yes To Future Me

“You’re right.  We could sit around here all day, talking, passing resolutions, making clever speeches.  It’s not going to shift one Roman soldier.” – Life of Brian

When I farmed sprouts I was assertive.  I was an alfalfa male.

I have mentioned before that the whole New Year holiday has never resonated with me.

New Year’s Eve means amateur drunks on the roads, bad decisions, and an excess of early September births.  One of the things that I thought about when I was a kid (not born in September!) was the idea of a resolution.  I’ve always thought of a resolution as a promise not outwards, but inwards:  a promise from today me to future me.

I tried it a few times when I was young.  As I got older, I decided that resolutions didn’t make sense.  I have now decided that Future Me is probably in a better place to make decisions than Current Me.  I mean, Past Me in 2020 should have bought a lot of gold, as Current Me can now attest.  So, promising Future Me something that Future Me might not even want isn’t the best idea.

I mean, twelve-year-old me wanted to join the Columbia® Record Club™.  Twelve CDs for one cent!  Now I realize that the Columbia™ Record Club© is a circle of hell somewhere between having to listen to Whoopi Goldberg for 20 minutes a day and having to smell Whoopi Goldberg for 20 minutes a day.

I lost my ABBA CD.  Where did the disco?

I’ve since thought about changing Current Me into a better Future Me.  I decided to do that instead.

So, I wrote down on a piece of paper, “Making 2026 The Best Year Ever”.

Nice header.  Could I do it?  Jury is still out, and I never judge a story until I see the end.  I’m giving it a current “okay”.

I wrote down this stuff the second week in January, so I’m two weeks in.  I was rather stunned on how making some small changes could translate into immediate and large results, making a whole year’s goal in a week.  Guess I was aiming too low.  Lots of times, my guess is that the biggest thing standing between me and a goal is me just doing it.

I’m not going to share entirely the things I’m doing, but one of the actions that I could take was:

Spend an hour a day doing something for Future Me.

This was absurdly successful on day one.  It’s the art of anti-procrastination.  Find something that would make life easier for Future Me.  Spend an hour doing it, every day.

That’s it.

They used to call it Stalin.

I’m actually doing that right now. Normally I write these the night before I post them.  Tonight, I’m writing this a day earlier than I normally write a post.  Each minute I spend on the post is a minute I won’t have to spend tomorrow.  The other bonus is it will give me time to review it and edit it and think about it.

This works well.  Absurdly well.

Most of the other things have been based around organization.  My den now looks much better, and when I walk into the room, it makes me happy to be there, rather than staring at a pile of papers I know I have to deal with on a messy desk.

Now, that stack is half as high and I know that with four or five more hours, my den will be my favorite place in the house.

Moore’s Law says that transistors double every two years on a chip.  They do that by making them smaller, so less is Moore’s.

The part about devoting an hour to it is important.  Most of the time my procrastination works on the idea of, “well, it will take me six hours to do that, so I’ll wait until I have six hours.”

That’s not good.  It’s a thought that allows me to rationalize putting something off until tomorrow.  But if I have to do it because I owe Future Me, it gets easier.  I just go, start, and put in an hour, and be free to stop after that hour is done.

Wow.  The results have been big.  I think one of the big hurdles to overcoming procrastination is just doing the very smallest part of what I’m planning on doing.  Tonight, it was:  ”Okay, I’ll open Word®.”  Opening Word© is easy.  One second later, I’m staring at a blank page.  I remember a video I wanted to reference for this post, and 30 seconds later that video is up in the adjacent window.

Boom.  Ready to go.

Absurdly easy, yet now I’m two thirds of the way through the first draft of the post.  That’s work that Future Me doesn’t need to do.  It’s done.  I’m actually not at all unhappy now, but tomorrow me will be absurdly happy that he was given this little gift of time.  (I can verify this)

Is the past tense of William Shakespeare Wouldiwas Shookspeared?

That’s just one example.  But to build the Future Me I wanted to build, I decided to see if there was a path.  If there was a path, I’d break it down to the smallest possible step.  Once I had that step, it actually solves another hurdle:  the brain hates failure.

Or, at least mine does.

It would rather have a mediocre non-win than a chance to lose.  So, I break the task up into smaller tasks that are impossible to fail at.  Open Word®.  Who can’t open Word™?  This actually short-circuits the willpower part of life.  If it’s easy to do, I’ll do it.

An example:  if I think of shaving my face (I haven’t done that in years, but hang with me) I can think of it in two ways.  First, I can think, “I have to shave my face.  Every day.  For the rest of my life.”

That’s soul-sucking.  Awful.  And you know you can never win because the hair keeps growing back.  I know people who think like that.  Ugh.

Or, I can say, “Shaving, two minutes in the shower, done.”

I try not to make things bigger than they are.

I also need to build out a mechanism to change that doesn’t require willpower, about which I believe Mr. Twain said, “lasts about two weeks, and is soluble in alcohol.”

What can I replace willpower with?

Willpower is easy.  I’ve quit tobacco dozens of times.

Aversion.  Yeah, it’s a negative emotion.  So what?  I’m actively avoiding something, and I need to visualize that person I don’t want to be, and then act in the opposite way that produces that person.  It’s actually much easier than willpower, and the farther away from that person that I don’t want to be that I drift, the better.

I don’t have huge changes to make (though with a few, I’m expecting huge results) and I plan to revisit this every week, and see what the next steps need to be, or, if Future Me has gotten smarter and decided that there’s an even better way to go.

Okay, I cheated.  I decided to make one New Year’s resolution for 2026.  I decided to resolve to gain weight and exercise less.  Perhaps I’ll fail at that one, too.

Silver: What’s the deal?

“I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any further.” – The Empire Strikes Back

Am I the only one still trying to forget Game of Thrones?

Today, we’re diving into silver like Scrooge McDuck® into his money vault, mainly because I think it tells a much deeper story about wealth and reality.  Silver prices have doubled since April.  More than that, really.  But who’s counting?

What’s causing this?

First, the dollar is worth less. Not worthless, though I think anyone checking in from the time the Fed® started back in 1913 would disagree.  No, that delightful dumpster fire comes later, probably around the time Tim Walz starts quoting Marx in his next speech.

But worth less?  Absolutely.  Inflation is like a bottle of Everclear® showing up at a high school kegger.  You know it shouldn’t be there, but everyone is enjoying the party so much that no one wants to pour out the booze.  And, no one has poured out the booze.  People just keep showing up with more and more booze.  And by booze, I mean printing money.

Everclear© eventually turns brains into goo, and the Fed® is turning our money into an unsightly goo.  That’s okay, because who needs actual value when you can just ctrl+p your way to prosperity?

Silver’s price jump isn’t because silver suddenly got sexier; it’s because greenbacks are now less than a dime a dozen.  Okay, not a dime a dozen, but a silver dime is from 1960 is worth $7.87 at $110 an ounce silver.

I have a dime in one hand and a nickel in the other.  What am I?  Broke.

I know, I know, there is nothing new here.  Rome.  Weimar Germany.  Zimbabwe.  Venezuela.  History’s a harsh teacher, and not one of the hot ones that just graduated from college that was a hot blonde with long hair that drove a Trans-Am® while I hummed Hot For Teacher in the back row of the classroom in 11th grade English.

Sorry, that was oddly specific.

Second, a driver of this rise in silver prices is A.I.  A.I. is in everything now, including French’s® Classic Yellow Mustard™, at least according to the label.  But silver is in computer chips, solar panel, and chemical catalysts.  Industry actually consumes the stuff at a rate of 680 million ounces per year.  Yes, that’s a lot, being a bit more than an Ohio-class ballistic missile submarine or the weight of cash exported by Somalians from Minnesota each week.

Everything’s fine, though, right?  We’ve been doing this forever.

Not so fast, Pat Sajak.  The dragon has entered the chat.  No, not George R.R. Martin.  He’s the walrus.  By dragon, I mean:

China.

Dragons don’t explode, but a dino might.

They’re the primary refiner of silver according to some sources, though I’ve been unable to back that up with a source I really trust, so take that as a “trust me, bro” type of number.  Recently, though, China looked around and they do control about 15% of silver production and third of the industrial supply goes through China.

On January 1, China changed its rules.  It will only license exports to specific companies for specific uses.  No more “hey, buddy, can I get a pallet of silver for my Etsy® jewelry shop?”

Nope.

Remember that old Lenin quote where he said that the capitalists would sell the commies the rope to hang the capitalists?

We’re living it.

We outsourced everything except Learing Centers to China because China did it cheaper:  rare earth mining and refining, silver mining, manufacturing, bad fashion choices.  You name it.

“Why get all sweaty and dirty when we can push paper instead?” was the attitude.  So, we traded factories for finance, blue collars for spreadsheets.  Now, the know-how’s gone east, poof, like a magician’s rabbit.

Entire industries vanished from the U.S.

Health is wealth.  Don’t believe me?  Check out the prices of fresh kidneys!  (meme as found)

This is the bill coming due for all that cheap Walmart® crap from China.  We’re paying premium now, and it won’t just be in dollars it will be in our international standing and living standard.

Third:  it’s the paper. Silver’s price used to be all about paper:  silver futures, silver options, the whole Wall Street silver casino.  Sweaty guys in New York could bet on silver in Hong Kong without ever touching it.  It’d never come within 5,000 miles of their Manhattan condo.

It was like playing poker at a casino where people kept trading IOUs.  Nobody cashed out their IOUs for the real chips.  The market was dominated by speculators, hedge funds, a particular big bank, and day traders who treated it like a video game.

This was profits without product.  But oh, how the tables have turned.

Now, the game’s gone real-world, and folks are demanding delivery.  Warehouses are being sacked like a Domino’s Pizza® after Weedfest© in Colorado.  Empty shelves, frantic calls, bummed out hippies, the works.

(as found)

Take Samsung©, for instance.  Reports say they hopped on a plane, jetted to Mexico, and straight-up bought out the silver supply from at least two mines for the next few years.  No matter what it costs, they’ll buy it all, plus front the company the cash to get capacity up to snuff.  That’s not hyperbole; that’s desperation with a corporate jet.

Why?  Because silver’s a tiny part of their widgets:  phones, TVs, fridges.  But it’s an essential part of their widgets.  The recipe calls for it, like flour in a cake.  Skip it, and the chip in the phone won’t work.  Redesigning?  Yeah, maybe.  That takes time, money, and R&D.  The engineers would be pulling all-nighters, and all of a sudden the coffee market is impacted.

It’s far easier to pay $100 or even $200 an ounce.  Even at $200, it’s just a buck or two per gadget.  Compare that to shutting down production lines, which would be a corporate catastrophe.  They’re going to buy the silver.  Sure, there’s a breakeven, and it will vary by use:  I saw one as low as $134.  Less silver jewelry will be made.  Werewolves will go unhunted.

Finally, the biggest risk for most people reading this is that it shines a spotlight on the made-up money system for what it is:  made-up promises, ink on a ledger or magnetic bits on a hard drive.  Silver, gold, copper, lead, corn, PEZ®, that’s real.  It’s tangible, you-can-hold-it-in-your-grubby-paws stuff and eat it our swim in it if you’re Scrooge McDuck©.  Fiat currency?  It’s money conjured out of a belief system, a collective hallucination we’ve all bought into since LBJ printed bucks for Vietnam and Nixon got called on our “gold-backed” bluff by the French.

Hmmm, which one? (as found)

The dollar has been floating on faith ever since, like Wile E. Coyote™ before he looks down. But now, with silver spiking, the fall is in sight.  People want assets, not abstractions.  It’s the ultimate vote of no confidence in the dollar downsizing derby.

Is silver in a bubble?

Beats me.  Maybe.

Maybe not.

Is the dollar in an anti-bubble and collapsing first in slow motion and then all at once?

Beats me.  Maybe.

Maybe not.

Silver could crash tomorrow or double by next month.  But my gut says $20 or even $50 silver is in the rear-view mirror, except for after a deflationary collapse temporarily crushes it.  I think it has vanished like cops without tattoo sleeves or the McDonald’s® Dollar Menu™ where something on the menu actually cost a dollar.

It’s just gone.

I’m sure it’ll be fine.

But, hey, what are you worried about?  Chuck just showed up with more Everclear®!  Party on!

DisclaimerI write funny things, and you should know that by now so this isn’t investment advice or fashion advice or love-life advice.  Think for yourself and do your own research and stop copying me!  Teacher, he’s copying me!
Disclosure
I do have a position in silver that I’ve had forever, and bought (literally) about a hundred and thirty bucks more today in my IRA, which might have been stupid, but, whatever.  If you think this article will move the international silver price, you’re stoned.

Monday Moderate Effort Memes

Had several snow-related activities, so didn’t get a chance to start tonight’s post.  Should be back with a proper post on Wednesday.  With that, please enjoy these memes!

No one really liked the Aztecs.  Especially not the Chevy Aztec.

I can understand skeletons, but how are young guys supposed to get ghoulfriends?

All of these colliders in one place is a big con-CERN.

They used to classify homosexuality as a mental illness – I think it was because the gays weren’t thinking straight.

He is the one who was foretold.

If the Cat in the Hat opened a Learing Center, would that be considered a nursery crime?

I had a dog once that barked when U-boats showed up on movies I was watching.  I guess he was a sub-woofer.

I think there’s a good case to make that worship of Ra was an early pyramid scheme.

Prison may be a word to you and me, but to some it’s an entire sentence.

I really like the Moon, but The Mrs. says it’s just a phase.

I’ve done terrible things for money, like going to work every day.

J.D. Vance likes his coffee like he likes his wife:  from a third world country and at a reasonable price.

My friend told me he had schizophrenia.  I told him not to worry, he’s not alone.

Even when they talk about their armies, the Europeans use the metric system.  Military!  I do think their armies are small, or they’d have a Megatary.

Where does a pedant get their water?  From a well, actually.

His name was Jack Woolams:

Batman without women talking?  I’ll allow it.

Dinosaurs once looked down on Chuck Norris.  Once.

I hear Tesla drivers worship at an Elon Mosque.

When you want all of the money in Appalachia.

The Mrs. yelled out “Mordor” in a dream.  She was Tolkien in her sleep.

Friday I’m Tired Memes

For the last 25 days I’ve posted new content (songs or posts) every day, which is a record for me.

Whew!  Taking a day off (okay, this is technically a post, but it is really low effort), and perhaps the weekend.  We’ll see.  If you see a song here on Saturday or Sunday, I didn’t take the weekend off.  (I have an idea a parody song, but it won’t be an easy one to do, so we’ll see).

If you have a request on songs, let me know.  Comments, email, whatever.  I really enjoy making them.  I know that some don’t like (at all!) A.I. produced instruments.  I get it.  But I assure you, if you ever heard me sing, you’d be an A.I. fan in an instant.  Besides, we’re in a weird place – when photographers first showed up, portrait painters were in a snit.  Now, photographers get in a snit when you tell them: “your camera takes wonderful pictures”.  We’ll see.  If you listened to my song from Tuesday (The Last Dawn) you’ll see I’m skeptical, too.  (If you don’t like metal, don’t listen to the song, just read it like a poem.  It’s the best poem I’ve ever done.  Anytime I get to use the word “flayed” I know I’m gonna like it. If you do like metal, put on headphones or go full volume in a car, it’s pretty badass there.  Johnny Lawrence approves.)

On to the memes!

First, a live scene from Greenland:

Then, a snippet from a conversation early in my marriage:

I think “he” is protesting for illegals in Minnesota:

I got a box of Japanese candy today, so, you know:

On that note:

There are no vegans in Modern Mayberry, so this won’t work for me:

Long live the new flesh!  (Videodrome, IYKYK)

Does anyone think that LeBron can read?

This guy could work for CNN:

I think on Indigenous Peoples’ Day, they should spend the day living like their ancestors.  (Hint:  I get a shield and an ax and get to invade England)

Matt is starting to get it.

The Mrs. has a Plague Doctor mask.  I don’t ask questions.

Hey, it’s poverty, but at least we have 50 million illegals and a bunch of Indians.

I loves me eating some Native Trauma with my morning coffee.

This actually happened to me this week.

When does Brazil turn to Negan?

But GloboLeftist science is the best science!   Men are women, right?

If you get a genie, please don’t wish for this (IYKYK):

The Mrs. and I have had several business ideas based on things we like.  Then people tried those ideas.  They all failed.  Don’t base business ideas on things that 0.2% of people like.  P.T. Barnum was right.

When I read the next one, I am reminded of how I have been told that when black people beat up Japanese people in California, that’s white supremacy.

Umm, well, not gonna go there.

It’s short and worth the watch.  Some women are based.

Do your job!  Turn ’em in and get them sent to their forever homes.

 

Thursday Rock Song: The Eternal Wheel

Strong men make good times.  Good times make weak men.  Weak men make bad times.  Bad times make strong men.  It should be a song, right?  It’s rock.

Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK).  You can buy this song right now.

As of today, you can buy ALL of them (except the parodies) anywhere you buy music as soon as they go up, generally the same day.  You have to search for “Wilder’s Hammer” (rock) and “Wilder’s Brigade” (country) to find them all.  I listen to them on Spotify, and I see others do, too.  Although buying them doesn’t support this blog, it does support the owner of the LLC owns the music.  Who might also own the LLC for the blog.

The Eternal Wheel
By John Wilder

In shadows of fallen kings, where wind whispers low,
Bad times carve steel in souls, make strong ones grow
From dirt and despair, warriors claim the right,
Hammer down chains of fate, end the dark night

They raise towers to the sky, tame the wild frontier,
With blood and sweat they pave the road, banish every fear
Heroes born from broken ground, in the crucible’s glow,
Turn the tide of chaos back, make the good times flow

Oh, the wheel is ever turning, spinning through the dark,
Bad times forge the mighty, light their inner spark
Strong men build the golden age, where rivers run with wine,
Good times breed fragile hearts, soft and weak inside

Weak men summon storms again, the cycle’s cruel decree,
In the rhythm of the ages, no escape, no plea
Empires soar and shatter, thrones to dust they fall,
The eternal wheel keeps rolling, claiming one and all

In the land of endless plenty, where feasts never end,
Good times dull sharp edges, make the vigilant bend
Laughter drowns the ancient warnings, shadows creep unseen,
Weak men chase fleeting dreams, in a world serene

They scorn the scars of yesteryears, trade fire for ease,
Forget the triumphs we won, brought low now on their knees
The cracks begin to spider out, in the heart of the feast,
Decadence
awakens
the beast

Wise men trace patterns old, from Rome’s crumbling halls,
To Babylon’s forgotten gold, where mighty always fall
Weakness blinds the rulers high, plenty takes its toll,
The cycle of rise and ruin, etched deep in every soul

No breaking from the spiral’s grasp, it’s woven in our veins,
Each revolution brings the crash, the joy, the chains, the pains
Yet from the wreck, the flame ignites, the strong emerge once more,
The wheel demands its sacrifice, one we can never ignore

Oh, the wheel is ever turning, spinning through the dark,
Bad times forge the mighty, light their inner spark
Strong men build the golden age, where rivers run with wine,
Good times breed fragile hearts, soft and weak inside

Weak men summon storms again, the cycle’s cruel decree,
In the rhythm of the ages, no escape, no plea
Empires soar and shatter, thrones to dust they fall,
The eternal wheel keeps rolling, claiming one and all

Listen to the echoes fade, in the wind’s eternal sigh,
The cycle spins unbroken, beneath Earth’s blue sky
From ashes to the glory, then back into the flame,
The wheel turns forever, our one eternal game