I have been writing a lot lately in NFTRH about this being a war for precious metals players. A war against people with really big guns. Evil entities really, when you consider that we – small market participants – have to fight using gorilla tactics and low tech weapons vs. the Howitzers, guided missles and remote targeting on the other side.
The primary object of war? Win it. But first you have to stay alive to do that. Manage risk and beat them at their own game.
Okay gold bugs, let’s win one for the gipper… or in this case the Grampy, who I affectionately conjured so many years ago when this war was in its earlier, less violent stages.
Also reference the post over the weekend about Grampy’s uniform and medals returning home to us after having been held in trust by an officer and a gentleman until we could find them. Cool stuff.
There is going to be more cool stuff to come in
these markets this war directly up ahead. Of that I am sure.