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𝘛𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺 2023 [Main Logotype (Dark Green) | EMA]( Dear Reader, [Video preview]( Martin D. Weiss, PhD in The Next Black Swans. Click [here]( to watch now. Your money is in grave danger. And yet most investors are more complacent than ever. What about you? I’m talking about inflation — not just the rapid inflation that’s already burst onto the scene, but inflation that's much, much worse. Inflation that rips through the savings of average Americans like a paper shredder. Inflation that guts the portfolios of investors even when the stock market is going up. Inflation that guts their portfolios again when stocks crash. This danger should be abundantly obvious to everyone. It’s all over the news. And the rising tide of conflict in the world today can only make it worse. Not just wars in one country or region, but also trade wars, cyberwars and massive supply chain disruptions sweeping the globe. I know. All this is shocking. But what’s even more shocking to me is that most people are still so complacent about the truly dangerous inflation that’s rearing its ugly head today. They didn’t live through the 1970s, when folks waited in gas lines for long hours just to top off their tanks … when the value of supposedly ultrasafe Treasury bonds plunged by more than half and … when the price of gold surged 2,324%. They didn’t live through the inflation that gutted the economy of Brazil in the 1970s and Argentina in the 1980s … Destroying the savings of millions of middle-class citizens … bankrupting their governments and tearing apart the fabric of society. Nor does anyone dare think about the hyperinflation that wreaked havoc on the entire world … Starting in Germany after World War I … Creating the greatest avalanche of worthless paper money ever seen, and … Giving rise to the most murderous dictator in the history of Western civilization. Hundreds of millions of Americans going about their daily business today are oblivious to the torrid past of inflation. Fewer still believe anything vaguely similar might be possible today. They have not yet learned the lessons of history. And they don’t yet see the handwriting on the wall: The consequence of complacency is catastrophe. The solution for investors? [Video preview]( It’s quite simple, actually: Assets you can easily buy that have consistently surged when inflation rises and skyrocketed when inflation surges. To get all the details, watch my just-released video, [The Next Black Swans](. Good luck and God bless! [Signature] Martin What do you mean by it? said the Goblin turning to Thorin. Up to no good, I'll warrant! Spying on the private business of my people, I guess! Thieves, I shouldn't to learn! Murderers and s of Elves, not unlikely! Come! What have you got to say? Thorin the dwarf at your service! he replied-it was merely a polite nothing. Of the things which you suspect and imagine we had no idea at . We sheltered from a storm in what seemed a convenient cave and unused; nothing was further from our thoughts than inconveniencing goblins in any way whatever. That was true enough! Urn! said the Goblin. So you say! Might I ask what you were doing up in the mountains at , and w you were coming from, and w you were going to? In fact I should like to k about you. Not that it willdo you much good, Thorin Oakenshield, I k too much about your folk already; but let's have the truth, or I will prepare something particularly uncomfortable ! We were on a journey to visit our relatives, our nephews and nieces, and first, second, and third cousins, and the other descendants of our grandfathers, who live on the East side of these truly hospitable mountains, said Thorin, not quite king what to say at once in a moment, when obviously the exact truth would not do at . He is a liar, O truly tremendous one! said one of the drivers. Several of our people were struck by lightning in the cave, when we invited these creatures to come below; and they are as dead as stones. Also he has not explained this! He held out the sword which Thorin had worn, the sword which came from the Trolls' lair. The Goblin gave a truly awful howl of rage when he looked at it, and his soldiers gnashed their teeth, clashed their shields, and stamped. They k the sword at once. It had killed hundreds of goblins in its time, when the fair elves of Gondolin hunted them in the hills or did battle before their ws. They had ced it Orcrist, Goblin-cr, but the goblins ced it simply Biter. They hated it and hated worse any one that carried it. Murderers' and elf-s! the Goblin shouted. Slash them! Beat them! Bite them! Gnash them! Take them away to dark holes full of snakes, and let them see the light again! He was in such a rage that he jumped his seat and himself rushed at Thorin with his mouth . Just at that moment the lights in the cavern went out, and the fire went poof! into a tower of blue glowing smoke, right up to the roof, that scattered piercing white sparks among the goblins. The yells and yammering, croaking, jibbering and jabbering; howls, growls and curses; shrieking and skriking, that followed were beyond description. Several hundred wild cats and wolves being roasted slowly alive toher would not have compared with it. The sparks were burning holes in the goblins, and the smoke that fell from the roof made the air too thick for even their eyes to see through. they were fing over one another and rolling in heaps on the floor, biting and kicking and fighting as if they had gone mad. Suddenly a sword flashed in its own light. Bilbo saw it go right through the Goblin as he stood dumbfounded in the middle of his rage. He fell dead, and the goblin soldiers fled before the sword shrieking into the darkness. The sword went back into its sheath. Follow me quick! said a voice fierce and quiet; and before Bilbo understood what had happened he was trotting along again, as as he could trot, at the end of the line, down more dark passages with the yells of the goblin-h growing fainter behind him. A pale light was leading them on. Quicker, quicker! said the voice. The torches will be relit. Half a minute! said Dori, who was at the back next to Bilbo, and a decent fellow. He made the hobbit scramble on his shoulders as best he could with his tied hands, and then they went at a run, with a clink-clink of chains, and many a stumble, since they had no hands to steady themselves with. Not for a long while did they , and by that time they must have been right down in the very mountain's heart. Then Gandalf lit up his wand. Of course it was Gandalf; but just then they were too busy to ask how he got t. He took out his sword again, and again it flashed in the dark by itself. It burned with a rage that made it gleam if goblins were about; it was bright as blue flame for delight in the killing of the lord of the cave. It made no trouble whatever of cutting through the goblin-chains and setting the prisoners as quickly as possible. This sword's was Glamdring the Foe-hammer, if you remember. The goblins just ced it Beater, and hated it worse than Biter if possible. Orcrist, too, had been saved; for Gandalf had brought it along as well, snatching it from one of the terrified guards. Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a for s in a tight comer. Are we ? said he, handing his sword back to Thorin with a bow. Let me see: one-that's Thorin; two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven; w are Fili and Kili? they are, twelve, thirteen-and 's Mr. Baggins: fourteen! Well, well! it might be worse, and then again it might be a good better. No ponies, and no food, and no king quite w we are, and hordes of angry goblins just behind! On we go! On they went. Gandalf was quite right: they began to hear goblin noises and horrible cries far behind in the passages they had come through. That sent them on er than ever, and as poor Bilbo could not possibly go half as -for dwarves can roll along at a tremendous pace, I can tell you, when they have to-they took it in turn to carry him on their backs. Still goblins go er than dwarves, and these goblins k the way better (they had made the paths themselves), and were madly angry; so that do what they could the dwarves heard the cries and howls ting cr and cr. they could hear even the flap of the goblin feet, many many feet which seemed just round the last corner. The blink of red torches could be seen behind them in the tunnel they were following; and they were ting deadly tired. Why, O why did I ever my hobbit-hole! said poor Mr. Baggins bumping up and down on Bombur's back. Why, O why did I ever bring a wretched little hobbit on a treasure hunt! said poor Bombur, who was fat, and staggered along with the sweat dripping down his nose in his heat and terror. At this point Gandalf fell behind, and Thorin with him. They turned a sharp corner. About turn! he shouted. Draw your sword, Thorin! T was nothing else to be done; and the goblins did not like it. They came scurrying round the corner in full cry, and found Goblin-cr and Foe-hammer shining cold and bright right in their astonished eyes. The ones in front dropped their torches and gave one yell before they were killed. The ones behind yelled still more, and leaped back knocking over those that were running after them. Biter and Beater! they shrieked; and they were in confusion, and most of them were hustling back the way they had come. It was quite a long while before any of them dared to turn that comer. By that time the dwarves had gone on again, a long, long, way on into the dark tunnels of the goblins' realm. When the goblins discovered that, they put out their torches and they slipped on soft shoes, and they chose out their very quickest runners with the sharpest ears and eyes. These ran forward, as swift as weasels in the dark, and with hardly any more noise than bats. That is why neither Bilbo, nor the dwarves, nor even Gandalf heard them coming. Nor did they see them. But they were seen by the goblins that ran silently up behind, for Gandalf was letting his wand give out a faint light to help the dwarves as they went along. Quite suddenly Dori, at the back again carrying Bilbo, was grabbed from behind in the dark. He shouted and fell; and the hobbit rolled his shoulders into the blackness, bumped his head on hard rock, and remembered nothing more. When Bilbo ed his eyes, he dered if he had; for it was just as dark as with them shut. No one was anyw near him. Just imagine his fright! He could hear nothing, see nothing, and he could feel nothing except the stone of the floor. Very slowly he got up and groped about on fours, till he touched the w of the tunnel; but neither up nor down it could he find anything: nothing at , no sign of goblins, no sign of dwarves. His head was swimming, and he was far from certain even of the direction they had been going in when he had his f. He guessed as well as he could, and crawled along for a good way, till suddenly his hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel. It was a turning point in his career, but he did not k it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly it did not seem of any particular use at the moment. He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that made him miserabler. He could not think what to do; nor could he think what had happened; or why he had been left behind; or why, if he had been left behind, the goblins had not caught him; or even why his head was so sore. The truth was he had been lying quiet, out of sight and out of mind, in a very dark corner for a long while. After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and t was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at , and that shattered his hopes completely. Just as well for him, as he agreed when he came to his senses. Goodness ks what the striking of matches and the smell of tobacco would have brought on him out of dark holes in that horrible place. Still at the moment he felt very crushed. But in slapping his pockets and feeling round himself for matches his hand came on the hilt of his little sword - the little dagger that he got from the trolls, and that he had quite forgotten; nor do the goblins seem to have noticed it, as he wore it inside his breeches. he drew it out. It shone pale and dim before his eyes. So it is an elvish blade, too, he thought; and goblins are not very near, and yet not far enough. But somehow he was comforted. It was rather splendid to be wearing a blade made in Gondolin for the goblin-wars of which so many songs had sung; and also he had noticed that such weapons made a impression on goblins that came upon them suddenly. Go back? he thought. No good at ! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? thing to do! On we go! So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the w, and his heart of a patter and a pitter. certainly Bilbo was in what is ced a tight place. But you must remember it was not quite so tight for him as it would have been for me or . Hobbits are not quite like ordinary people; and after if their holes are nice cheery places and properly aired, quite different from the tunnels of the goblins, still they are more used to tunnelling than we are, and they do not easily their sense of direction underground-not when their heads have recovered from being bumped. Also they can move very quietly, and hide easily, and recover derfully from fs and bruises, and they have a fund of wisdom and wise sayings that men have mostly heard or have forgotten long ago. I should not have liked to have been in Mr. Baggins' place, the same. The tunnel seemed to have no end. he k was that it was still going down pretty steadily and keeping in the same direction in spite of a twist and a turn or two. T were passages leading to the side every and then, as he k by the glimmer of his sword, or could feel with his hand on the w. Of these he took no notice, except to hurry past for fear of goblins or half-imagined dark things coming out of them. On and on he went, and down and down; and still he heard no sound of anything except the occasional whirr of a bat by his ears, which startled him at first, till it became too frequent to bother about. I do not k how long he kept on like this, hating to go on, not daring to , on, on, until he was tireder than tired. It seemed like the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond. Suddenly without any warning he trotted splash into water! Ugh! it was icy cold. That pulled him up sharp and short. He did not k whether it was just a pool in the path, or the edge of an underground stream that crossed the passage, or the brink of a deep dark subterranean lake. The sword was hardly shining at . He ped, and he could hear, when he listened hard, drops drip-drip-dripping from an unseen roof into the water below; but t seemed no other sort of sound. So it is a pool or a lake, and not an underground river, he thought. Still he did not dare to wade out into the darkness. He could not swim; and he thought, too, of nasty slimy things, with big bulging blind eyes, wriggling in the water. T are strange things living in the pools and lakes in the hearts of mountains: fish whose fathers swam in, goodness ks how many years ago, and swam out again, while their eyes grew bigger and bigger and bigger from trying to see in the blackness; also t are other things more slimy than fish. Even in the tunnels and caves the goblins have made for themselves t are other things living unbekn to them that have sneaked in from outside to lie up in the dark. Some of these caves, too, go back in their beginnings to ages before the goblins, who widened them and joined them up with passages, and the original owners are still t in odd comers, slinking and nosing about. Deep down by the dark water lived old Gollum, a sm slimy creature. I don't k w he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but a ripple did he make. Not he. He was looking out of his pale lamp-like eyes for blind fish, which he grabbed with his long fingers as quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Goblin he thought good, when he could it; but he took care they found him out. He just throttled them from behind, if they ever came down alone anyw near the edge of the water, while he was prowling about. They very seldom did, for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down t, down at the very roots of the mountain. They had come on the lake, when they were tunnelling down long ago, and they found they could go no further; so t their road ended in that direction, and t was no reason to go that way-unless the Goblin sent them. Sometimes he took a fancy for fish from the lake, and sometimes neither goblin nor fish came back. Actuy Gollum lived on a slimy island of rock in the middle of the lake. He was watching Bilbo from the distance with his pale eyes like telescopes. Bilbo could not see him, but he was dering a lot about Bilbo, for he could see that he was no goblin at . Gollum got into his boat and shot from the island, while Bilbo was sitting on the brink altoher flummoxed and at the end of his way and his wits. Suddenly up came Gollum and whispered and hissed: Bless us and splash us, my precioussss! I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty morsel it'd make us, gollum! And when he said gollum he made a horrible swowing noise in his throat. That is how he got his , though he always ced himself 'my precious.' The hobbit jumped nearly out of his skin when the hiss came in his ears, and he suddenly saw the pale eyes sticking out at him. Who are you? he said, thrusting his dagger in front of him. What iss he, my preciouss? whispered Gollum (who always spoke to himself through having anyone else to speak to). This is what he had come to find out, for he was not rey very hungry at the moment, curious; otherwise he would have grabbed first and whispered afterwards. I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I have lost the dwarves and I have lost the wizard, and I don't k w I am; and I don't want to k, if I can ,away. What's he got in his handses? said Gollum, looking at the sword, which he did not quite like. A sword, a blade which came out of Gondolin! Sssss, said Gollum, and became quite polite. Praps ye sits and chats with it a bitsy, my preciousss. It like riddles, praps it does, does it? He was anxious to appear ly, at any for the moment, and until he found out more about the sword and the hobbit, whether he was quite alone rey, whether he was good to eat, and whether Gollum was rey hungry. Riddles were he could think of. Asking them, and sometimes guessing them, had been the game he had ever played with other funny creatures sitting in their holes in the long, long ago, before he lost his s and was driven away, alone, and crept down, down, into the dark under the mountains. Very well, said Bilbo, who was anxious to agree, until he found out more about the creature, whether he was quite alone, whether he was fierce or hungry, and whether he was a of the goblins. Half a moment! cried Bilbo, who was still thinking uncomfortably about eating. Fortunately he had once heard something rather like this before, and ting his wits back he thought of the answer. Wind, wind of course, he said, and he was so d that he made up one on the spot. This'll puzzle the nasty little underground creature, he thought: He also in his turn thought this was a dreadfully easy one, because he was always thinking of the answer. But he could not remember anything better at the moment, he was so flustered by the egg-question. the same it was a poser for poor Bilbo, who had anything to do with the water if he could help it. I imagine you k the answer, of course, or can guess it as easy as winking, since you are sitting comfortably at and have not the danger of being eaten to disturb your thinking. Bilbo sat and cleared his throat once or twice, but no answer came. After a while Gollum began to hiss with pleasure to himself: Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable? He began to peer at Bilbo out of the darkness. Half a moment, said the hobbit shivering. I gave you a good long just . It must make haste, haste! said Gollum, beginning to climb out of his boat on to the shore to at Bilbo. But when he put his long webby foot in the water, a fish jumped out in a fright and fell on Bilbo's toes. Ugh! he said, it is cold and clammy!-and so he guessed. Fish! Fish! he cried. It is fish! Gollum was dreadfully disappointed; but Bilbo asked another riddle as quick as ever be could, so that Gollum had to back into his boat and think. No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat near on three-legs, four-legs got some. It was not rey the right time for this riddle, but Bilbo was in a hurry. Gollum might have had some trouble guessing it, if he had asked it at another time. As it was, talking of fish, no-legs was not so very difficult, and after that the rest was easy. Fish on a little table, man at table sitting on a stool, the cat has the bones-that of course is the answer, and Gollum gave it. Then he thought the time had come to ask something hard and horrible. This is what he said: Bilbo pinched himself and slapped himself; he gripped on his little sword; he even felt in his pocket with his other hand. T he found the ring he had picked up in the passage and forgotten about. What have I got in my pocket? he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset. Not fair! not fair! he hissed. It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in its nassty little pocketses? Bilbo seeing what had happened and having nothing better to ask stuck to his question. What have I got in my pocket? he said louder. S-s-s-s-s, hissed Gollum. It must give us three guesseses, my preciouss, three guesseses. 11780 US Highway 1,Suite 201 Palm Beach Gardens, FL 33408-3080 Palm Beach Gardens, Fl 33410, USA Would you like to [edit your e-mail notification preferences or unsubscribe]( from Weiss mailing list? Copyright © 2023 Weiss Ratings. All rights reserved. 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