no run and let the consumer space it out in bitcoins.i need a trail to fort knox.
The Federal Reserve Board has announced that it is ending its Quantitative Easing (QE) program. Monetary policy and Wall Street finance decisions like this one typically make the average person roll their eyes and groan about abstract concepts that don’t seem to affect them — that is, until the failure of poorly conceived financial instruments threaten to bring the American economy to its knees and produce a recession or depression.
So what is QE, exactly? It began in 2008 and was designed to try to bolster the sagging economy by injecting money and increasing the availability of credit. A helpful New York Times piece explains QE using charts. They show that for the last six years, the Fed has been buying bonds — lots and lots of bonds, to the point where it now owns $4.8 trillion of them. And it hasn’t limited its bond buying to…
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bejerk and bejern.the lost tells.the fgw 175 is the lifting bodies.
lethal alice cooper lethal worse than janie has a gun.will do it just to make a point about her skills.pls require solon at histpory.
When I graduated from high school in 1975, senior photos were pretty rote. Guys had laughable and elaborate coiffures and wore loud jackets, girls had hair that was long, straight, and parted in the middle, and that was about it. The only breakout photo that I remember was of a friend who was a photographer for the yearbook and had his photo taken with his camera cradled in his hand.
In Nebraska, the approach to boring senior class photos is a little bit different these days.
Apparently Nebraska kids want to be photographed with guns. So one school district had to come up with some rules about whether gun photos would be considered appropriate, and how they might be regulated. It concluded that gun photos would be permitted if they were “tasteful and appropriate,” didn’t feature students pointing guns at the camera, and also didn’t include an animal in “obvious…
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pls take care of the angry boy.
Lately my standard commute to work has been torturous. Whether it is random accidents, or increased congestion due to the new homes and apartments being built in New Albany and points east, I am consistently enduring traffic jams on my way to the office.
I’m not a happy camper about it. There are few things more irritating than crawling along in stop-and-go traffic, trying to figure out which lane might have the accident or be most likely to start moving. It’s intolerable, and I inevitably reach the office in a foul mood as a result. It’s not good for my car, either. The interior has been severely scorched and some of the plastic fixtures partially melted by my more heated traffic jam epithets.
So, it’s time for a change. Living in the ‘burbs, that means I have two options: take the other route (because there really are only two options)…
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He’d started out as a brick hod carrier, Frag had, working his way up from the grunt labor of the laden, creaking wooden hod to the old-world artisan status of a bricklayer and along the way, reducing himself in name only to the fractional monosyllable “Frag” as he did. That seemed enough for him, or so he’d said. Because what he did was larger and more weighty than anything he was ever called.
“You, college boy,” he fairly barked in a gravelly smoker’s bass that typically ended in a hawk and a spit. “You ain’t nothing now ‘cept dog-hauling a hod for journeyman Frag.” He liked to refer to himself in the third person, and me as College Boy, reluctant hourly summer help, just some kind of cardboard thin cutout of a not-Frag, not perilously balancing a hod on the fourth floor, open girder structure as he had in an old-world, long…
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die supersnelrecht!pls man i can’t eat now.
i think at lightspeed.
9:set up base camp,
11:return to homebase.