NIRP is as good as Pizza.

Anchove and Pork Pizza, sitting out in the hot desert sun for 5 days.

NIRP is as good as sex.

Sex with a 400 lb. woman who hasn’t yet learned how to use a douche (or deodorant, or soap).

NIRP: It’s what’s for dinner.

NIRP: You’re washing in it.

NIRP: What’s in YOUR wallet?

Without NIRP, life itself would be impossible.

When the important moments happen in life, there’s NIRP (because interest rates don’t really matter; just like deficits don’t).

I have a dream. In my dream, I see all men not being judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of the NIRP valuations in their investment portfolios.

(Consult your physician before taking NIRP. Side effects include rashes, hives, spatial unreality, confiscation of bank accounts [or, ‘haircuts’}, suicidal ideation, feelings of worthlessness, and overt worship of strange and ugly objects [such as Mr. Janet Yellen]. Never discontinue NIRP without consulting the Rothschild family, as this could lead to domestic terrorism acts {such as hoarding Gold and Silver}. Always trust your banking institutions whenever they tell you that NIRP is a ‘good thing’ for you. Cravings for rotting Anchove and Pork Pizza {and fat women} are NORMAL when first taking the dosages recommended.)