➠ They can spy on your retirement account ❍ October 24

No retirement account is safe anymore [Bull and Bear Stock Market]( Dear Reader, It sounds like science fiction, but it's true. Programmable money designed to "spy" on financial transactions. Which could make the dollar obsolete. Already this experiment is playing out across the globe. With countries mandating that banks go "cashless." And with our government working on a digital dollar... Something they can't do as long as we have access to cash…. The writing is already on the wall. Just two months ago the FedNow system opened for business. Paving the way for a central bank digital currency (CBDC). The implications are shocking. The worst could possibly be [the loss in value of retirement accounts.]( Doing what it takes to protect yourself now is critical. [A new Free Guide reveals how to escape the coming digital dollar.]( Few have access to this information and will be blindsided. Don't be one of the millions who won't have a choice soon. Find out how to protect your retirement value now. [Click here for the details.]( P.S. One more thing: With your free copy of of this guide, you could also qualify for $1,000 in free silver. [Go here to find out how…]( Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced wildly around. Something glimmered on the top of the painted chest that faced him. His eye fell on it. He knew what it was. It was a knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, and had forgotten to take away with him. He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so. As soon as he got behind him, he seized it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going to rise. He rushed at him and dug the knife into the great vein that is behind the ear, crushing the man’s head down on the table and stabbing again and again. There was a stifled groan and the horrible sound of some one choking with blood. Three times the outstretched arms shot up convulsively, waving grotesque, stiff-fingered hands in the air. He stabbed him twice more, but the man did not move. Something began to trickle on the floor. He waited for a moment, still pressing the head down. Then he threw the knife on the table, and listened. He could hear nothing, but the drip, drip on the threadbare carpet. He opened the door and went out on the landing. The house was absolutely quiet. No one was about. For a few seconds he stood bending over the balustrade and peering down into the black seething well of darkness. Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in as he did so. The thing was still seated in the chair, straining over the table with bowed head, and humped back, and long fantastic arms. Had it not been for the red jagged tear in the neck and the clotted black pool that was slowly widening on the table, one would have said that the man was simply asleep. How quickly it had all been done! He felt strangely calm, and walking over to the window, opened it and stepped out on the balcony. The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock’s tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes. He looked down and saw the policeman going his rounds and flashing the long beam of his lantern on the doors of the silent houses. The crimson spot of a prowling hansom gleamed at the corner and then vanished. A woman in a fluttering shawl was creeping slowly by the railings, staggering as she went. Now and then she stopped and peered back. Once, she began to sing in a hoarse voice. The policeman strolled over and said something to her. She stumbled away, laughing. A bitter blast swept across the square. The gas-lamps flickered and became blue, and the leafless trees shook their black iron branches to and fro. He shivered and went back, closing the window behind him. [Bull and Bear Stock Market]( Sometimes, colleagues of BABSM share special offers with us that we think our readers should be made aware of. Above is one such special opportunity that we believe deserves your attention. Email sent by Finance and Investing Traffic, LLC, owner and operator of Bull & Bear Stock Market (BABSM) Experiencing issues or have questions? Contact our support team, available 24/7, to guide you every step of the way. Still, thinking about unsubscribing? We hope not! But, if you must, the link is below. How to whitelist this email?[Follow the instructions]( 221 W 9th St # Wilmington, DE 19801 © 2023 All Rights Reserved. [--------------][--------------] [PP][Privacy Policy]( [TsC][Terms & Conditions]( [Unsub][Unsubscribe]( [Bull and Bear Stock Market](