You Might Be a Wingnut…

To borrow Jeff Foxworthy’s vastly overused premise, if you’re a state legislator and you demand that your salary be paid in gold coins instead of government-issued currency? You might be a wingnut.

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  • I could well understand it if they have chocolate inside the foil.

  • eric

    He’s talking about Article 1, Section 10, which says “No State shall…coin Money; emit Bills of Credit; make any Thing but gold and silver Coin a Tender in Payment of Debts…”

    But of course the States don’t coin or print their own money; only the federal government does that. So its fine.

  • shouldbeworking

    Does he want payment in the face value ( $50) of the coins or value of the gold?.

  • eric

    I did like the subtle suggestion at the end of the article, that they pay him in American Eagle proofs. So the state takes his reglar salary ($7k/yr) and uses it to buy 3.5 such coins per year. Then gives those to him intead. Face value: $175.

  • Crip Dyke, MQ, Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death & Her Handmaiden

    He can’t be asking for face value – then he’d be getting paid in dollars.

  • John Hinkle

    OT but this reminds me of my favorite “you might be a hillbilly” joke:

    You might be a hillbilly if your mother doesn’t bother to take the Marlboro out of her mouth when she tells the state trooper, “Kiss my ass.”

  • I say, do it. The price of gold is currently at an all-time high, but like every commodity, the price fluctuates: gold valued at $7,000 today might very well be valued at $5,500 in two or three months. And 1 oz gold coins? Good luck trying to buy groceries with that, especially if he is going to demand gold as change.

  • Doug Little

    Must have been a D&D fan.

  • If he wants gold, why can’t he just use his paycheck to buy his own damn gold?

    Another stupid paultard who hasn’t bothered to update his prejudices since the ’70s.

  • @Raging Bee #9 – The 90s, actually. More correctly, the 1890s.

  • Randomfactor

    Sounds like a specie-ous demand to me.

  • ” Good luck trying to buy groceries with that, especially if he is going to demand gold as change.”

    In the “End times” historgasm that idiots like O’Neil fantasize about, he’d better make sure he’s got a very strong second leg of that GOD-Gunz-Gold stool of his. Hell, it’s Montana; them as ain’t got gold or GOD still got plenty of gunz.

  • Sastra

    Not gold — gold-pressed latinum.

    You can use that all over the galaxies. (Maybe wingnuts are really Ferengis. That would explain a lot.)

  • Abby Normal

    Wouldn’t a Venn diagram of puchlines for “You might be a wingnut…” and “You might be a redneck…” just be a circle?

  • zippythepinhead

    I love go-o-o-o-old. The look of it, the taste of it, the shmell of it, the texture. I love gold so much that I even lost my genitalia in an unfortunate shmelting accident.

  • Trebuchet

    To my utter lack of surprise, he’s a Ron Paul supporter.

  • caseloweraz

    Wake me up when he organizes the team of female aviators to spray the nerve gas over Fort Knox.

    Yes, I’ve got an old song ringing in my head: “Jer O’Neil… He’s the man, the man with the Midas touch— a spider’s touch…”

  • Ichthyic

    Must have been a D&D fan.

    if that were true, I’d ask for diamonds instead.

    always have that ingredient on hand for any emergency resurrection spell!

  • Ichthyic

    Wake me up when he organizes the team of female aviators to spray the nerve gas over Fort Knox.

    Now why am I picturing Mr. O’Neil strapped to a table, a laser about to cut him in half lengthwise…