The True Libertarian Bullion Fetish

So I’ve been amassing a small collection of little silver art bars, because they’re pretty and I’m afraid the dollar might soon go into freefall. Even if it doesn’t, a proper libertarian is supposed to have some bullion lying around anyway, to huddle over from time to time while hissing “We hateses the fiat money, yes we does, my precioussss.” (I am not, however, going to drink any of it, like those in the Stan Jones camp.)

Advice for like-minded lunatics: you can get silver for very little above spot value, or even a tad below, if you don’t mind having it molded into (usually) tacky “commemorative medals” or ingots. And although I don’t usually go for the hearts-and-flowers motifs, I particularly like the .999 fine ingot engraved with same and the words “Be My Valentine, February 14, 1974.”

It takes a special kind of man to give the gift of bullion on Valentine’s Day. Considering that the costs are the same anyway, I’d say an ingot of silver makes a better gift than a bunch of stupid soon-to-be dead flowers, but then I never did quite understand why I as a woman am supposed to get all weak-kneed at the sight of flowers, anyway. What’s the use of dead plant matter if you can’t eat it, wear it or smoke it?