Dave Silver - The Sabin Report

A corrupted, melted-plastic military insignia bearing the numerals 77

DEVCON

The Man They Removed From Ashbourne. I Have Found His File: He’s Brigade 77.

On Saturday they rightly removed a shouting, unwashed drunk from the festival. By Monday morning it had all come flooding back — the name, the aliases, the scrubbed records — and I had his file. The first line of his service is the one I have been saying aloud for years: Brigade 77.

Weathered cupped hands full of loose British coins held out over a glowing self-checkout terminal in a dim shop at night

Dave Silver

They Want It Cashless. I've Started Paying for Everything in Coins.

They put a machine between me and a loaf of bread so my lawful coin would be refused — and the whole queue was trained to blame me, not the machine.

A small pile of tarnished old silver coins on a dark kitchen table under a dim lamp

Dave Silver

They Told Me Not to Buy Silver. Ask Yourself Who Benefits.

They did not knock the value out of my silver because it is worthless; they did it because it is the only honest money left, and I was fool enough to hold it in my hand.