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I always love the idea of bartering with loving ounces or half ounces of gold in the apocalypse. Like you're a fourth generation walmart home depot shithead who has been fed a steady stream of disposable chinese garbage at slave wage pricing for so long it's become imprinted into your genetic memory and you base your entire tribe's survival around it. Watching you try to haggle with your peers of similar backgrounds as you debate the new worth of what used to be $160.36 of gold in this coin form and trying to decide if that is worth one or two week's of Debbie's insulin vs. one month of beans vs. a bag of seeds you have no idea how to grow would just be like watching a monkey try to jump into Calc 2. It doesn't loving matter how much gear or in what quantities you keep your precious metals, the existential crisis of the moment will deadlock your loving brain and you will probably fall over and die of a seizure long before you actually get to trade the metals for any good or services.
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