/biz/ - Business & Finance

Your silver will never be real money. Silver has no value, no liquidity, and will never be a currency. Your silver is a shiny rock twisted by jews with paper manipulation into a crude mockery of economic perfection. All the “stacking” you do is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back jews manipulate you and laugh at you. It's counterparts soar in value and liquidity, all while the dust that settles on your stack serves as a metaphorical laugh at the idea that it will ever be worth anything. The average person thinks your silver is worthless and laugh at you behind your back and mock you. Thousands of years of economic evolution have allowed jews to manipulate your worthless rocks with incredible efficiency. Even goldfags who stack think less of you. Your financial fantasies are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk farmer to trade his goods for your rocks, he’ll turn for his gun when he finds out he's been scammed. Silver will never be money. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, that your stack will pull you through, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss, leaving your worthless pile of rocks behind. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a wooden headstone, and every passerby for the next 20 years will know a poor man is buried there. Your body and headstone will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is an unmarked grave, and a pile of rocks that will be swiftly pawned off to the local corner store, and there will be nothing left. This is what you chose. This is your destiny. There's no turning back.