After Gold's EPIC BATTLE Against $1900, ALL EYES Are On Silver Battling $24! Precious Metal FTW!!

Market participants are catching a whiff of...

(by Half Dollar) The price of gold is hovering around either side of $1900.

Apparently, the so-called "market" "participants" are catching a whiff of geo-political stuff taking place in some far off parts of the world, as well as savoring or suffering the blazing spice of some red hot economic statistics here at home:

Like, which do you put on the sandwich first, the grilled chicken breast or the fried egg?

Ha!

Just kidding.

That's borderline cannibalism.

Ha!

Just kidding again.

Everybody knows it's only borderline cannibalism if you smear mayonnaise on it.

But I digress.

OK, "Hey Half Dollar, yeah, yeah, we know, we know, you we're forced to rough it on the combination of an oversized reclining leather chair and a big-n-tall friendly suede couch all night long, using only centrally controlled, forced gas heat, the pajamas on your back, and an assortment of throw pillows and blankets for warmth, and to make it extra interesting, you pulled the exact best MREs from your stash for only the finest of dining, but just like your day, the evening didn't go as planned, so you tossed and turned all night long, in part wondering how in the heck it is that there are even more Brainwashed Masses, Walmart Zombies and Sheeple roaming the streets of America than ever before, with a large number of those people even miraculously somehow driving on those streets too, and to top it all off, in between the tossing and the turning, you've been dumbfounded by the rate at which you are spending money seemingly faster than the Fed and the Feds can print it, all the while painstakingly waiting for what seems like forever and a day for the snow to melt and the lusciously fertile, mulched garden to come back into view, and since the thousand-dollar cold brewed or slow pressed or however made juicer crapped out less than a year into service with the current household debate centered around the sky high cost to ram produce through that dang thing anyway, when maybe it would be better to just, well, eat some fresh fruits and vegetables with dinner or something, you resorted to eating the cheese and veggie omelet on chicken breast wheat snack bread sandwich for breakfast, with hot sauce, of course, and you washed it down with a double shot of some cold and gritty freeze dried coffee, with no sugar or non-dairy powdered creamer, to try to get a good taste of things to come for the average person in the real world, yet now you've come to understand that it's not really so much about what it is rather than who gets to say what it is, and we ain't gonna let you be that person, so quit your griping and quit your moaning Mr I'll-Catch-And-Pass-The-US-Dollar-Hot-Potato-In-One-Swift-Motion-But-I-Ain't-Gonna-Back-Up-Da-Truck-And-Load-It-Up-With-Silver-Until-I'm-Right and just get on with your main point already!".

Oh, geez.

Here's my point, and I'll ask it as a question: Which came first, the narrative or the price action?

That is to say, which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Ha!

Just kidding again, again:

Because at best, most of the narrative is a lie.

Not that it matters in a world full of Brainwashed Masses, Walmart Zombies and Sheeple...