*Update 

TD Ameritrade also will continue to offer gold/silver futures trading.

We have now also received replies from TD Ameritrade and E-trade on gold/silver futures trading.
It appears that the rumors of the Frank-Dodd legislation impacting gold and silver futures trading are unfounded.

Doc,
Thank you for your inquiry.  We will continue to trade gold and silver futures as we are NFA licensed, whereas it sounds like your other provider is not.  There will be no restrictions on gold or silver to my knowledge.

Please let us know if you have further questions and have a good afternoon!

Matthew Ronco
Trade Support
thinkorswim from TD Ameritrade

COMEX silver warehouses saw another 87,775 net ounces of silver leave vaults on Friday 6/17/2011.

Only 3 major movements to report for the day:

*Brink’s had a withdrawal of 98,760 ounces of silver from eligible supplies
*Scotia Mocotta received 21,490 ounces of silver into eligible supplies
*Delaware Depository had a withdrawal of 10,505 ounces of silver from eligible supplies

*No movements in registered silver supplies, so registered silver inventory remains at 27,973,884 ounces.
*Eligible silver supplies decreased by a net 87,775 ounces, total eligible inventory declined to 71,903,087.
Total COMEX silver inventory declined to 99,876,971 ounces.

Click here for Excel Spreadsheet summary:

We have received a response back from Scottrade verifying that ETF’s will not be affected by the Frank-Dodd legislation effective July 15th, 2011.

What a shocker than SLV and GLD trading on margin will still be perfectly acceptable.
These are the main routes that the cartel uses to funnel precious metals funds out of physical.  The focus is to restrict more and more access to PHYSICAL gold and silver!
Had the Frank-Dodd Act by some miracle included prohibitions on precious metals ETFs however, it sure would have made Phase 1 of the Silver Viral Project a whole lot easier!

Dear Valued Investor:

Thank you for your e-mail in reference to OTC trading and precious metals trading with Scottrade. 

Since Scottrade has never traded precious metals directly, we will continue trading as we have in the past.  Scottrade gives you the ability to invest indirectly in precious metals by purchasing shares of an ETF that invests in that particular asset.  OTC stocks will continue to trade as they have in the past without any changes either. 
Please let us know if we may be of further assistance.

Thank you for working with Scottrade. 

Sincerely,
Zak K.Senior Stock Broker | National Service Center | Scottrade, Inc.

For those who have forgotten about the ongoing nuclear crisis in Japan, more unbelievable news.  Nothing like lowering radiation levels at the nuke complex by INTENTIONALLY releasing the radiation into the atmosphere!
“The operator denied that the releases would have an impact on the environment.”
Who are these people kidding??

Tokyo – Japanese authorities pumped water into a damaged nuclear reactor over the weekend to contain high radiation, news reports said Monday.
Tokyo Electric Power Co (TEPCO), which runs the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Station, started Sunday to pour water into a pool on the top floor of reactor 4 of the six-reactor plant after it discovered the water level had dropped to about one-third of its capacity, public broadcaster NHK reported.

The drop caused equipment in the pool to be exposed, releasing high levels of radiation, officials said.
The plant has been leaking radioactive substances since it was crippled by the March 11 earthquake and tsunami.

The radiation levels at reactor 4 have been preventing workers from entering the structure to conduct repairs.
TEPCO also began late Sunday to release air containing radioactive substances from the building of reactor 2 by opening its doors.
An estimated 1.6 billion becquerels of radioactive materials were released, compared with 500 million becquerels when the double doors of the building of reactor 1 were opened in May, the Jiji Press agency reported, citing TEPCO.
The operator denied that the releases would have an impact on the environment.
The move was aimed at lowering the 99-per-cent humidity inside the reactors, which was further hindering repair work.

And the official release from Asia Pacific:

In light of Forex.com advising clients that they will be discontinuing gold/silver OTC trading as of July 15th 2011 in compliance with the Frank-Dodd act, we have made inquiries to all major US online trading services regarding the matter.
Rumors have been swirling that ALL online trading services will be discontinuing gold/silver trading as of July 15th. 
We will advise readers and update you as soon as we receive any responses.

In the meantime, join the Silver Viral Project and keep stacking silver.
-Doc

The cartel is never happy when gold is making new “all-time high” headlines.  $ Gold is not far behind, trading last at $1545.

Are Portugal and Spain about to default along with Greece?  In signs that Greece may just be the new Lehman,
headlines out this morning indicate that the EFSF has raised its bailout funds from €440 billion to €780 billion!
As we have repeatedly stated here, QE to infinity…AND BEYOND!

Gold has vaulted $10, and silver has shot up a full $1 on the news.

Amazingly, knee jerk traders are actually also BUYING THE EURO as the EUR/USD is spiking as well! 

We double checked, and we can verify that it IS NOT in fact, Friday the 13th.
Look for the Euro/USD to plunge hard when the reason for the EFSF fund increase becomes apparent.
Time is running out to protect yourself with precious metals. 
Time to start stacking faster!

FRANKFURT (MNI) –
The potential lending capacity of the European Financial Stability Facility will be raised to E440 billion, EFSF chief executive officer Klaus Regling told reporters on Monday.
“This will be done by raising the guarantee amount – the sum of all the guarantees from the euro area members states – from E440 billion today to E780 billion in the future,” Regling explained at a joint press conference alongside European Economic and Monetary Affairs Commissioner Olli Rehn and Eurogroup Chairman Jean-Claude Juncker.
Regling also noted that the “over-guarantee” would be raised from the current level of 120% to 165%.
“By raising the over-guarantee, we will make the EFSF more efficient,” he continued. “We can eliminate the cap reserve and therefore also overborrowing, which was necessary as a credit enhancement to protect bondholders and to obtain triple-A ratings.”

News tonight that Australian broker CMC Markets has advised clients that gold, silver, and mini gold and silver will cease trading as of 7/29.  Clients are advised to close any positions or they will be liquidated by the broker at the end of trading 7/29.
And so the all-out cartel assault on gold and silver continues. Expect the dirty tricks to only intensify as the silver shortage and dollar collapse looms.
Its time to fight back.  Buy some phyzz, and join the Silver Viral Project.
We’ve had enough.

One last message for the cartel:

Sooner or later God’ll cut you down.

32 silver agents have joined the Silver Viral Project already- but we need ALL of our readers to join the campaign (convince your friends to join the effort as well!).  The Silver Viral Project forum will serve as our “base” during the campaign, and can be found on the top tab labeled Silver Viral Project.
Use the forum to post your links, connect with other SB’s (silver bugs), and share your ideas on taking silver viral. 
I’ll include the forum in this post as well, to make it as easy as possible for all readers to join the campaign.

Register and create your personal silver agent character.
Go out and spread some silver propaganda!
Promote.
Propagandize.
Lets take Silver Viral!

Silver Viral Project

Chapter 7

“You MS13?” asked Under Sheriff Bob Garrity.
He knew it was so based on the Latino suspect’s ‘MS13′ tattoo inked into his forehead. This qualified Joe Joe as a dumbass as well as a potential bonanza of information regarding all the recent kidnappings and unsolved murders taking place in the County. The bleeding hearts blamed the brazen lawlessness on the economy. Garrity knew better. He wanted leads. Leads led to arrests. Arrests led to newspaper clippings and public adulation. Public adulation filled the void of loneliness consuming his soul.
Joe Joe answered. “Fock you, Fatman.”
Garrity’s polyester uniform stretched taut between the buttons. He didn’t like being reminded of his pudginess as it made him self-conscious. He also didn’t appreciate being insulted during an interrogation. ‘Contempt of cop’ was a challenge to his status as a law enforcer and he didn’t have a lot of tolerance for disrespect.

Garrity’s tense energy manifested itself in his hands which fidgeted and made their way to the top of his head feeling the balding spot where his hair was thinning out. After realizing it, he unnaturally yanked his arm down, resting it on the table across from his interrogee. That unnatural act, too, was a sign of weakness and vulnerability. Damnit, he thought.
“Who are you with, Joe Joe?” Garrity asked him, catatonically boiling.
“I say fock you,” replied the diminutive suspect with the ridiculous tattoos, puffing up his five foot tall frame. He smiled mockingly as he replied, revealing a mouthful of silvery dental work.
Captain Garrity sighed. His chubby cheeks blushed with building rage.
“What gang are you with?”
“I no habla Engleis.”
Garrity’s hand found its way back to his bald patch again. Damnit, he thought as he yanked it down.
“You ‘habla Engleis’ just fine, Joe Joe. I know who you are. Who do you run with, these days? Romero?”
Joe Joe just grinned a silvery grin.
“Why weren’t you packin’ heat?”
“‘Cause shootin’ gringos’ll get you the ‘lectric chair.”
“You’re right on that, Joe Joe,” Garrity answered as he leaned back, interlocking his chunky fingers behind his head so they wouldn’t meander. The armpits of his polyester uniform were marked with patches of sweat. “So, he continued, “you break into this guy’s house solo, no gun, you knew he was home…what the hell? Other than tattooing your gang onto your face, you MS13 ain’t usually that stupid. You been sniffin’ that spray paint again?”
Joe Joe leaned back and tried to stretch his hands up behind his head, aping Garrity, but the handcuff chains snapped tight.
“I’ma no talk to you. I wan’ my lawyer.”
“You’ll get your lawyer when you tell me who you’re workin’ with these days. Give me some names.”
Joe Joe’s eyes scowled for a brief second but his face re-brightened with his silver-toothed grin. “Fock you, fatman. You get my lawyer. I have my Right.”
“I’ll get you something allright,” Garrity answered, his cheeks continuing to redden. As far as he was concerned the Constitution was just a god damn piece of paper when it came to illegal alien gangbangers.
“You get my lawyer right now. I no talk to you.”
“C’mon, Joe Joe. Don’t make this more difficult for yourself.”
“You get my lawyer. You get my lawyer, now.  I no ‘fraid a you, fatman. Fock you. You get my lawyer.”
“No, I’m afraid not yet, Joe Joe,” Garrity explained, suppressing his rage. “You’re gonna answer some of my questions, first.”
“You no fock with me, cop. You fock with me, we fock with you back. I have my Right.”
“Who’s ‘we’, Joe Joe?”
“You fock with me, we fock with you. Comprende?”
“You better watch it, Joe Joe. I’m the Sheriff ’round here. Sheriff’s don’t like being threatened, especially by pissant, illegal alien, gangbangers who are in custody. Do you comprende?”
Joe Joe rolled his dark brown eyes.
Garrity glanced up into the corner of the interrogation room where a camera was tucked. He conspicuously did the kill-it slash with an index finger across his throat. The camera turned off. Garrity laid his hands flat down on the table.
“I’m giving you one last chance, Joe Joe. Who do you run with? Who’s you boss? What were you looking for in that house? I want to warn you. If you don’t cooperate, we’re going to use another form of interrogation— a more aggressive form. You comprende that?”
“You no fock with me,” Joe Joe replied. “We know everytheeng ’bout you, Robert Garrity.”
Garrity had had enough. He briskly pushed his bloated body up from his chair, took a moment to straighten and calm himself, then leisurely walked around the table to Joe Joe’s right side.
“You makin’ a big mistake,” Joe Joe warned. “We know where you live… Mr. Robert Garrity, 7700 McKinley Dr.”
Garrity snatched Joe’s right hand and in one motion, braced the elbow onto his hip bending Joe Joe’s hand down at the wrist at a 90 degree angle. This created a spectacular, physiological sensation of imminent wrist fracture. Joe Joe howled fearing the pending snap of bones.
“You listen to me you little turd,” Garrity growled. “You don’t threaten the Sheriff. You threaten me, I’ll bust your damn huevos. Understand?”
Joe Joe yelped at the pain.
Garrity held it at the precarious angle with his left arm and with his right, he removed his baton from his belt.
Joe Joe groaned.
“Now,” continued Garrity as he bent Joe Joe’s wrist even closer to the snapping point, “we’re gonna have a conversation which involves me asking questions and you answering them. Okay? Now you’re gonna tell me what gang you’re with. You’re gonna tell me who your boss is. You’re gonna give me names and addresses and anything else you might know about the kidnappings going on around here lately. Then you’re gonna tell me why you were in that house.”
Joe Joe screamed.
Garrity swung the baton down across his body and jabbed Joe Joe squarely in the groin with the blunt end, not so hard as to cause permanent injury, but with enough force to cause Joe Joe to squeal.
“Who’s your boss, Joe Joe?”
Joe Joe held back. Garrity swung the baton down again and Joe Joe let out a croaking noise like the sound someone makes while vomitting.
Garrity prided himself in being an efficient torture-master. He had a reputation with the deputies for willingness to go the extra mile, and although most of them personally disliked and avoided the uninhibited Under Sheriff, many sought out his talents in especially tough cases. The recent rash of kidnappings and unusually violent crimes in the rural county had opened the Sheriff Department’s minds to
He maintained Joe Joe’s handcuffed wrist at the precarious brink of fracture with one arm, and with the elegance of a symphonic conductor, he hammered Joe Joe in the groin twice more. Joe Joe wretched and convulsed. He pulled his cuffed left hand up reflexively but the chain snapped taut preventing him from shielding himself.
“What was that, Joe Joe? Are you resisting?” Garrity asked, mockingly. He released Joe Joe’s wrist, reached over and grabbed his other hand, pulled it forward and slammed it on the table. With fingers splayed apart, he rapped them with the baton twice so hard that it sounded like he was pounding nails into plywood. It wasn’t quite hard enough to break the bones— Garrity knew the limits of prisoner physiology. This was a man fascinated by how the Romans could calculate, within minutes, the estimated time of death of a convict by the viciousness of the pre-crucifixion flogging. How scientifically sadistic the Romans were, he often pondered admiringly. Meanwhile, Joe Joe screamed and ground his silver teeth together in agony.
“You’re an illegal alien, Joe Joe. That means you don’t exist. You have no rights in this County. And that means I can do whatever I want to you. I can even make you disappear if I want. There?s lots of places back in the woods to bury someone that no one would ever find.”
“I kno’ understan’,” Joe Joe replied.
“You’re a tough little bastard, eh? I know you understand just fine. Here… let me see if this jiggles your memory loose.”
Garrity took out his revolver and set it on the table. He was the only officer in the County that still used a revolver but Garrity believed that his .357 hand-cannon added to his mystique. At one point, he had nicknamed himself ‘Dirty Garrity’.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cartridge, showing it first to Joe Joe. He picked up the pistol and placed the bullet into a chamber and spun the cylinder. He didn’t actually put the bullet in the gun. He was only borderline psychotic. Unbeknownst to Joe Joe, he deftly dropped the cartridge into his sleeve. Garrity had employed the
Garrity put the gun into Joe Joe’s mouth, way in, way in to the point of triggering a gag reflex. Although in great pain, Joe Joe had not shown any fear… until this moment. He had that doe-eyed look, that look of terror you see in the eyes of a Thompson’s gazelle when a lion has just latched onto his neck and dug his teeth in— Garrity liked to watch predatory behavior on the Discovery Channel, too.
The interrogation was now way beyond anything Joe Joe had experienced or expected, even back home. Spanish prayers consumed his mind as he choked on the barrel of the revolver jammed down his throat.
“Now, Joe Joe, are you gonna cooperate?”
Russian Roulette interrogation technique many times, coaxing out many a confession. 57
Joe Joe said nothing. He would rather die there and then, by gunshot, than by a slow torturous death at the hands of his gang.
“I’m gonna count to three…
“Joe Joe said nothing.”
“One…”
Joe Joe closed his eyes.
“Two…”
Joe Joe held his breath and prayed.
“Three…”
Garrity growled as he squeezed the trigger.
Click.
Garrity removed the .357 in disappointment.
Joe Joe kept his eyes closed and continued praying. His left hand was beginning to swell. He was hyperventilating. His lower abdomen ached.
“Joe Joe,” Garrity whispered in his ear, “I’ve got something to show you. Open your eyes. Yeah, that’s it.” Garrity went back to his side of the table and took his seat. “Don’t worry about your hand. I didn’t break anything. Look here. Look what I’ve brought for you.” Garrity reached under the table and produced a gray, hard shell briefcase and set it on the table before him. “Do you know what I’ve got in here, Joe Joe? Huh? Do you know? Can you guess? Why don’t you guess for me, Joe Joe. Take a wild guess…”
Joe Joe sat in trembling agony, eyes flitting about, sweating, his shaved head and tattoos and patchy beard no longer gave him any mystique of toughness. He looked less like an MS13 thug and more like some schizophrenic in a psych ward.
“Joe Joe, I want to tell you all you about this little present I have for you in this briefcase. You see, when I worked for vice in DC, we used to bust these porn outfits all the time. Well, I came across this one day and I decided that I just had to hang on to it. You never know when something might come in handy, know what I mean? Then it dawned on me one day. Yeah, it dawned on me that what I have in this briefcase would make a very persuasive tool for interrogation…”
Joe Joe stared helplessly at the case.
“Joe Joe, have you ever heard of Steely Dan?”
Joe Joe had no idea what the ‘fock’ Garrity was talking about.
“No, you probably haven’t, have you. All you Mexicans (Joe Joe was actually from El Salvador) listen to that damn ranchera music, don’t ya.” Garrity went on for a few moments impersonating a trumpet player and humming La Cucka Racha. He continued, “Steely Dan is a rock and roll band, Joe Joe. Not one of my personal favorites as they are a little artsy for my tastes, but Steely Dan had a hit song back in the seventies called ‘Black Friday’. Ever hear it? No? Well, Joe Joe, I’m here to let you know that today is Joe Joe’s personal Black Friday…”
Garrity took out his baton again and rapped it on the table three times. The door opened and in burst two officers in black polyester. They had an SS aura about them.
“Uncuff him,” Garrity ordered.
The two troopers uncuffed Joe Joe from the chair but held his arms.
“Let me tell you something, Joe Joe. Steely Dan is not just a rock and roll band,” Garrity explained as he clicked the briefcase open. “The name Steely Dan has an origin. Do you know what it is? No, of course you don’t.” He opened the lid of the case. Sweat rolled down Joe Joe’s forehead and into his eyes. Garrity spun the case around on the table. Joe Joe looked inside but whatever was there was covered with black felt. He felt his swollen hand starting to throb.
“Can we get this on video?” Garrity asked. “I think maybe Joe Joe’s friends and fellow gangbangers would like to see this. Who’s got the best camera phone?”
One of the nazis took his phone out of his pocket and began to record the scene.
“Go ahead, Joe Joe,” Garrity continued. “Take a look under that felt. Check it out.”
Joe Joe remained frozen in terror.
Everyone jumped as Garrity rapped his baton on the table again.
“Look inside!” He shouted.
Joe Joe extended his good hand, reaching into the case, he pulled off the felt cloth. He instantly recoiled back into his chair.
“No! No! No!” He shouted as he tried to break loose of the officers holding him.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Garrity replied with a sinister grin. “Now you know all about the Steely Dan! It’s time to assume the position.”
The officers bent Joe Joe over the table. Garrity came around to his side again and leaned down into Joe Joe’s face which was smashed flat against the surface.
“Isn’t this how they do it way down in Meh-hee-coe?” Garrity asked.
Joe Joe’s eyes filled with tears.
“Well? Is it?”
“I tell you! I tell you! I tell you everything,” Joe Joe sobbed.
“Too late, Joe Joe. I wonder what your gangbanger buddies will think…”
“No! No! I tell you! I tell you! Please. (prayers in Spanish). I tell you. I even tell you what I stealing.”
“He didn’t ask you about that,” barked one of the officers but Joe Joe’s comment touched some synapse in Garrity’s mind, stinging him as if he were chewing on tinfoil. As a lifetime civil servant, Garrity had evolved into a finely tuned opportunist. He simply could not proceed with the
“What are you talking about, Joe Joe?”
“I tell you what I steal. I tell you. Good news for you. I tell if you stop. Okay?”
Garrity let Joe Joe grovel for a few moments more.
“Go!” he finally ordered.
“Okay. I go. Here…here it is. I hear from some dealer friend of mine that he got these coin…a whole lot a them.”
“Coins? Since when are you Mexicans into stealing coin collections. The only things I’ve ever seen you guys collect are those velvet bull fighter paintings.”
“I know. It soun’ funny. I hear from dealer. We’re no talkin’ cheap coin. We’re talkin’ ‘bout gold coin… Krugerrands. The man I rob, he buy from my dealer friend I know and he tell me so I go to that man’s house to get them. Fifty thousand dollars, he said.”
“Bullshit. You were goin’ in there to get his daughter.”
“No! No! I no kidnap. I no kidnap no kid. I no pedofilo. I kill them pedofilo.” Joe Joe spat. “I no lie. He have fifty thousand. Price go up every day. Monday up. Tuesday up. Wednesday up. Price go up every day.”
“He’s full of it,” interjected one of the nazis.
“Shut up!” Garrity snapped as he leaned back in his chair in contemplation. He pondered what could he do with this knowledge. It was probably bullshit; then again, fifty thousand in gold? What to do?
“Why’d you go there when he was home? Why not wait?”
“‘Cause I leaving for home that morning. I get out of gang. I no wanna kill no one. I just need money.”
“Cuff him, again,” Garrity ordered.
“So that’s it?” whined the other nazi with flaring nostrils and flexing triceps.
“If you’re all geared up for it, perhaps we could practice on you?” Garrity replied.
The two officers cuffed Joe Joe conventionally behind his back.
“You gonna tell me who your dealer friend is?”
“Yes. It all check out.”
“Get him out of here, then. And get him some ice for his hand.”
“Should we have it x-rayed?”
“It ain’t broke. I know what I’m doin’.”
The two nazis hustled Joe Joe out of the interview room and into a private cell.

Chapter 6                  Chapters 8 and 9 will be available next weekend

Indivisible can be purchased here from Amazon:

-Mr. M

Silver Virality: Project Awareness Vol. 1

The Guidebook

Silver has been getting a lot of head-turns in the past few years, and investors are scurrying out of fiat money into hard assets due to the economic decline we have been agonizingly witnessing. We know that people who have this what-should-be common financial sense will prosper in the coming years, but what about the others?

The Virus is spreading, are you in?

A Recipe for a Revolution

More than anything, we must come together and fight injustice in the financial system. We attack the money, we attack the stranglehold the bankers have on society. We attack the Fiat Dollar, we attack the false faith the citizens have out of ignorance. Essentially, we are here to attack ignorance, because the truth shall set us free.

1.) Organization Without Organization.

“Anonymous is the first internet-based superconsciousness. Anonymous is a group, in the sense that a flock of birds is a group. How do you know they’re a group? Because they’re traveling in the same direction. At any given moment, more birds could join, leave, peel off in another direction entirely.”
-Anonymous.
Anonymous, an online hacker group, has the world buzzing about their mischief. This has been the latest headlines on this infamous group in mainstream news:

“Anonymous Hackers Bring Down Sony Websites”

“Anonymous’ hackers declare war on Sony”

“Anonymous Hackers Take Down Westboro”

“Anonymous” Hackers Target IMF Over Greece “Bailout”

These are just the most recent, and don’t even mention the antics that made previous mainstream news, such as almost getting Justin Bieber sent to North Korea to do a show by massively voting on a Demand it! vote. When asked why they have been aiding collective chaos, their reply was, simply,

Display of signs, banners, stickers, and any other physical Propaganda.

‘Buy Silver’ Propaganda Posters

You can choose to create your own Propaganda Posters, or use one of the many already being used all over the internet, here are a few for your arsenal, save them in a folder and keep them around in case you run into some good Propagandize! opportunities.

The Silver Viral Project forum is encluded in the Guidebook to make it easier to Register and join the SVP.
For future reference, the forum can be found as one of the main page tabs at the top of SilverDoctors labeled Silver Viral Project. 

Silver Viral Project

The cartel is getting desperate.  This will be sure to instill confidence in the US dollar. 
Dodd and Frank might have been more successful at putting a dent into the gold and silver bull if they had outlawed the real thing, instead of their OTC paper version.

Several Forex.com customers are reporting receiving the following email regarding their precious metals positions:

We wanted to make you aware of some upcoming changes to FOREX.com’s product offering. As a result of the Dodd-Frank Act enacted by US Congress, a new regulation prohibiting US residents from trading over the counter precious metals, including gold and silver, will go into effect on Friday, July 15, 2011.

In conjunction with this new regulation, FOREX.com must discontinue metals trading for US residents on Friday, July 15, 2011 at the close of trading at 5pm ET. As a result, all open metals positions must be closed by July 15, 2011 at 5pm ET.

Chapter 6
For seven days Marzan and Rollins hung around base.  It was an unusual respite which they spent playing first person shooters and watching baseball.  They learned during the week that the Washington Nationals baseball team went bankrupt.  Thankfully, Congress came to the rescue, funding the multimillion dollar payroll with Federal taxpayer money while a new ownership search committee was organized.  Congress justified the Nationals nationalization on the grounds that the continued existence of the team “saved jobs”.  The hundred or so minimum wage concessionaire jobs were indeed “saved”…at a taxpayer cost of over a million dollars each.
One morning, they were ordered to fall in at the mess hall.  Another platoon passed Marzan and Rollins as the they made their way to the cafeteria doors.  Jimmy noted the bewildered looks on their faces as they passed in silence. None offered any response when questioned.
When Jimmy Marzan and Rollins and the others in their platoon had taken their seats, and after the prior platoon’s footfalls could no longer be heard walking away in the hallway, the Pattonesque Captain Rick appeared.  The cafeteria doors were closed and locked behind him.
“We’re shipping out,” he announced. 

But he said it in a peculiar way, as if it pained him to say it, and this peculiarity dampened any exuberance that might have bubbled up from the twenty eight men in the room; dampened the exuberance for everyone except for Rollins who let out an ecstatic, singular shout.  He quickly recoiled under Captain Rick’s disgusted glare.
Something was definitely off but little could be gleaned from the eight minute briefing Captain Rick gave except for instructions on what to pack, what to stow and when they were leaving…which was within hours.  They weren’t even told where they were going but Rollins was convinced it was South America as things had been flaring up that corner of the empire lately.  Columbian jungles would be a nice change of scenery and there’s plenty of ‘little brown people’ to shoot at there, too, he thought.  At the conclusion of the briefing, the doors were unlocked and flung open and the platoon spilled out into the hallway, silently passing the next curious unit making it’s way in.
They had two hours to pack their things into pods and with military efficiency they were finished on time and hopped into their Humvees.  They could immediately glean that they were headed for the airport by the road they took out of the Green Zone but this was no surprise.
En route, Rollins and Jimmy’s Humvee got into a little accident with an unfortunate civilian motorcyclist who veered directly into and under their wheels as he attempted to swerve out of the way of another car that had cut him off.  The convoy immediately came to a nerve-racking and dangerous halt along the major thoroughfare.  The road to the airport was not an exceptionally safe place to be stalled as there were many, many upper storey windows from which opportunistic snipers could take pot shots.  Regardless of that, someone had to go investigate the situation and give aid to the victim.  Rollins volunteered—he always volunteered to ‘check things out’.  Getting out of the sweaty, stuffy Humvee was always a refreshing change of pace.
Rollins was hoping for some blood and gore that might erase a week’s worth of mundane dullness and he volunteered the reluctant Marzan to go with him.  Jimmy wanted no part of standing out in the open on a crowded street, examining what was probably a dead man with the encircling, indigenous population certain that the accident was yet another murder by the occupiers.
Rollins saw the victim first and he immediately discerned that he was most definitely dead as indicated by the mangling of his torso and the black pool forming about him on the asphalt.  He hovered over the corpse to take a closer look.
“Holy Shit, Marzan!  This dude is wasted,” he observed as he knelt down beside the mangled body and rifled through his bloody pockets for ID.  “Come check this dude out.”
Jimmy kept his distance, scanning the open windows for RPGs and muzzle flash.  A crowd of aboriginals was already drawing in around them.  Jimmy glanced quickly at the corpse and from his vantage, it didn’t even seem to be human.  He was initially pleased by his sensation of disconnectedness.  To witness a twisted and mangled body, shredded by the torquing forces of a Humvee’s 200 pound wheels, blood and brains splattered up and across the fenders without some sense of queasiness was a testament to his experience.  He was numb to the gore.  But he quickly rediscovered that he was not yet numb to the remorse.  Jimmy’s eyes returned to the open windows trying to block it out but the dead man’s humanity had quickly infected his mind.  This man had a family, he contemplated.  He had a mother.  Maybe he had a wife, a brother, perhaps children.  Perhaps these children were playing in front of their hovel, waiting for their daddy, oblivious to the horrible news that would soon rip their lives apart.
He drove the thoughts out his mind.  He had been well-conditioned by the Army and knew how to deaden destructive thoughts like ‘remorse’.  The indigenous were things…not beings, things that gave aid and comfort to their enemies.  Whenever a flicker of pity was to sparkle in his mind’s eye, Jimmy remembered his dead American friends.  He remembered buddies like Fossen from Savannah whose head exploded out the back when he was picked off by a sniper.  There was Roberts from Jacksonville who was cooked alive in his Humvee after an IED explosion warped the truck’s iron doors shut, sealing him inside the oven.  Jimmy could still hear his screams at night.  Friends like Michaels from Austin who bled out so fast that the transfusion of milky, fake blood oozed out of his fist-sized chest wound before the medics even stopped CPR.  Michaels had blue eyes.  In death they appealed to God.  Those pale blue gemstones set against his sanguinated face of pearl, those eyes forever stared into the abyss of Jimmy’s soul.  And that was how soldiers were conditioned.  Before long, Jimmy Marzan felt no pity for the ‘little brown people’. 
“Check this out…Mmm,” mocked Rollins as he removed his Bowie knife from his belt and pretended to scoop out a portion of the dead man’s exploded skull as if it were the meat of a breakfast melon…Marzan wasn’t amused.
Within three hours they were buckled-in to the leather seats of a commercial jetliner, still wearing their sweaty fatigues, sipping lemon lime soda from clear plastic cups and reading about the latest popular vacation destination.  Their M4s were stowed in the overheads and they were reminded by flight attendants with batting fake eyelashes, pancake makeup and long, polished fingernails to “Take care when opening the overhead bins as contents may have shifted during flight.”
Liberty Air, also recently nationalized when at the precipice of insolvency, had managed something of a resurgence under the new owners…the American taxpayer and his infinite bankroll.  Liberty, unlike the other airlines that had recently disappeared, had facilities in all the right congressional districts, districts with all the right congressmen whose campaigns were funded by all the right donors— all the right union donors.  Therefore, Liberty was saved and the other airlines, most in better financial shape, died.  What about Liberty’s creditors?  You know, the ones that poured in billions trying to keep their investment aloft?  “Fuck them,” was the politician’s response.  Those “greedy bastards”, who were actually just everyday serfs with retirement accounts, got tossed out the hatch without a parachute.  Liberty Air sailed on with its new union co-owners, debts forgiven by the DC kleptocrats.  Soon after the restructuring, Liberty magically secured the very lucrative deal of ferrying U.S. soldiers around the empire.
So there Jimmy sat on the Airbus next to Rollins who was asleep most of the time, drool trickling down his chin.  A short stop in Frankfurt then airborne again.  Over England, it wasn’t going to be South America after all.  Rollins will be so disappointed, thought Jimmy. 
But where? Jimmy asked himself. 
No one knew anything, or if they knew then they weren’t telling.  Not even that sneaky Manning knew anything and Manning, ever the eaves dropper, always knew everything.  They seemed to be flying west but it was hard to tell as they were above a thick blanket of clouds.  Mexico?  That made sense.  It was just a matter of time before the chaos there would suck us in, Jimmy thought.
He fell asleep reading a story about how the country could be saved by “green jobs”.  Congress planned to pass a law requiring every window in the country be replaced with a newly developed, energy efficient glass.  What a boon to the glaziers!
When Jimmy awoke he first glanced over at Rollins who was still asleep and still drooling, then he took a look out the portal where he could see that the clouds had cleared away.  Their plane was descending.  Off in the distance stood the Statue of Liberty.

Chapter 5          Chapter 7

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Not much action in COMEX silver warehouses on Thursday 6/16 to report.

COMEX inventory update:

*Scotia Mocotta received a large 657,023 ounce deposit into eligible inventory
*Deleware depository had a small 3,994 ounce deposit into eligible inventory
*Deleware depository had another small 993 ounce (1 bar) withdrawal from eligible inventory

*Total Registered COMEX Silver supplies remain unchanged at 27,973,884 ounces.
*Total Eligible COMEX silver supplies increased to 71,990,862 ounces.
*Total COMEX silver supplies increased to 99,964,746 ounces.
We’ll keep our eyes on COMEX registered silver supplies as the July delivery month draws near.  The rumors are sure to be flying soon about Blythe offering even greater premiums for cash settlements.  We should start an office pool on the July premium Blythe offers…might reach 100% this time.

COMMODITY EXCHANGE, INC.

METAL DEPOSITORY STATISTICS
SILVER Report Date: 6/17/2011
             Activity Date: 6/16/2011

DEPOSITORY
                  PREV TOTAL         RECEIVED          WITHDRAWN         CHANGE          ADJUST          TOTAL


BRINK’S, INC.
Registered      11,428,701                0                                  0                             0                         0              11,428,701
Eligible            10,726,096                0                                  0                             0                         0              10,726,096
Total                    22,154,797                0                                  0                             0                         0              22,154,797


SCOTIA MOCATTA
Registered        4,741,607                0                                      0                               0                             0                4,741,607
Eligible            16,973,962          657,023                            0                       657,023                    0              17,630,985
Total                   21,715,569          657,023                              0                       657,023                    0              22,372,592


HSBC BANK, USA
Registered         6,862,225               0                                    0                             0                         0                6,862,225
Eligible             26,338,022               0                                    0                             0                         0              26,338,022
Total                     33,200,247               0                                    0                             0                         0              33,200,247


DELAWARE DEPOSITORY
Registered         4,941,351                0                                         0                               0                          0                4,941,351
Eligible             16,541,997            3,994                               993                        3,001                     0              16,544,998
Total                    21,483,348             3,994                               993                        3,001                     0              21,486,349


JP MORGAN CHASE BANK NA
Registered                      0                0                                     0                              0                         0                             0
Eligible               750,761              0                                     0                              0                         0                    750,761
Total                      750,761              0                                     0                              0                          0                   750,761


TOTAL REGISTERED
                          27,973,884                0                                        0                                   0                           0              27,973,884
TOTAL ELIGIBLE
                          71,330,838          661,017                             993                          660,024                 0              71,990,862
COMBINED TOTAL
                          99,304,722          661,017                             993                          660,024                 0              99,964,746

Translation: we’ll pass the new austerity plan to receive a new bailout…we’ll just avoid all of the austerity measures. Capiche?
And so the comedy continues.

(Reuters) – Greece will seek approval from euro zone finance ministers on Sunday to agree to some changes in a mid-term austerity plan that parliament is expected to pass, the country’s new finance minister said on Friday.
“The midterm plan is the passport for reliability not only for the fifth tranche but for the problem of the viability of the public debt,” Evangelos Venizelos told Mega TV channel after he was appointed in a cabinet reshuffle.
“The mid-term plan will have to be voted with improvements that have already been made in committee. And those that have already passed (in committee) must be agreed officially with our partners.” (Reporting by Harry Papachristou and Angeliki Koutantou)