The Greatest Truth Never Told
Whatever Happened to Chris Duane?
People pop in and out of this crazy world, some leaving a mark that sticks. Duane was one of those. His rants on silver, the “Crime of 1873,” and history’s dirty laundry woke me up to the metals game and the fight for freedom. The guy’s a patriot—hats off to him, Ron Paul, the late Rob Kirby, and the rest of the monetary metals crew battling the manipulators. Maybe Chris is still lurking, ready to crash the #silversqueeze party on Monday. Who knows?
History’s Written by the Winners—And They’re Erasing Us
Here’s the deal: history’s a con job, scribbled by the victors. Little sparks of liberty—guys like Duane, Berwick, me, you—get snuffed out daily. Truth bombs drop in plain English, then poof—revised or torched. Why? Short attention spans, that’s why. Social media’s turned us into zombies, drowning in a psyop matrix. News hits like a firehose, and most can’t keep up. Only a few break free enough to issue a warning. History’s got a knack for wiping out the small fries like us, bit by bit.
Big Questions, No Answers
Take the $2.7 trillion the DoD “lost”—yeah, Rumsfeld dropped that bomb the day before 9/11. Where’d it go? Distractions buried it, and now it’s probably ballooned into an inflationary monster. Will DOGE dig it up? Fat chance—our brains can’t handle the scale, so we yak about the weather instead. Speaking of which, is that being messed with too? What’s up with those mystery drones buzzing military bases—still a thing? And the pyramids—energy coils and tunnels underneath? We’ve been fed lies, but by who? Good luck getting answers.
David Bateman: The Silver Stacker
Today—well, Friday, March 28, 2025, if you trust the calendar—X is buzzing with gold and silver chatter. Enter David Bateman, some ex-tech hotshot fretting over his nest egg. Yesterday, he snagged 1.3 million ounces of physical silver off COMEX, demanded delivery, and tweeted a pic of his haul. Ballsy move. Maybe we’re all just NPCs in a glitchy video game, but if this is real, Bateman’s not alone. There’s an army out there—Hunt Brothers redux—quietly stacking. Bitcoin HODL’rs and Wall Street wolves snarling, “I’m not selling!” They can’t stop what’s barreling down the tracks.
The Matrix Is Cracking
This ain’t new—look at Martin Niemöller’s poem: “First they came for the socialists, and I didn’t care—I wasn’t one. Then the unionists, then the Jews, and I stayed quiet. Finally, they came for me—no one left to holler.” Point is, the system picks us off one by one while we shrug. Duane, Berwick, Bateman—they’re flickers of defiance in a world that wants us docile. The silver market is the shield, and freedom’s the prize.