Precious metals markets are now the Wild West: a lawless territory where the Judges are bought and paid for, and where brutal and rapacious men are allowed to pillage the populace at will, unchecked by the rule of law. The Sheriff is too cowardly to emerge from his office, let alone do anything to go after the bad guys. He slumps impotently behind his desk, mourning his receding hairline and hoping against hope that nobody brings in more evidence of wrongdoing- not because he would then have to do something (there is no crime so egregious to cause him to bestir himself) but because such revelations make his inaction and cowardice even more publicly humiliating than they already are.
Meanwhile, the townsfolk are realizing they are completely on their own. They stay inside and keep their heads down, trying not to get preyed-on by the gangs of sanctioned looters roaming the territory. The smart ones are quietly stacking all the gold and silver bullets they can lay their hands on, knowing that they and they alone are responsible for their own safety. [Read more...]