A Curious Thing

It’s a curious thing.  It seems that the older I get, the stranger things look to me.

For example.

You do understand that there is something fundamentally curious, wrong, and perverse with a system of living wherein and whereby the sicker the people are the healthier the society is overall.  You do see that, don’t you?  It’s not just my old pair of eyes playing tricks on me???

But no.  I blink.  Several times.  And there it still is.  Clear as day.  (A new day):

You have the incentives back asswards.  You should be paying people to keep you healthy, and if you get sick, it is on their dime, to return you to health.*

Or so it would seem to this old man.

And it’s the same sort of thing with your financial system itself, wherein and whereby the deeper the people go into personal debt the healthier the society is.  

How does that work?  Well, let’s see.  A person goes to their bank to borrow some money for, say, the purchase of a new car.  The bank loans them the money.  Presumably from monies that they have as savings accounts from other customers.  And does so at interest; and thus makes money - their cut - on the deal. 

But wait.  It turns out that the bank didn’t, actually, use such monies for the transaction (which idea is part of the magic act being performed).

What did they use for it, then??

Answer:

Thin air.

A figure is typed into a ledger.  And then the bank uses that figure to loan out around nine times the amount to other borrowers.  And - hey presto! - 

money has been created.  Wealth itself has been created.

Out of - as I say:

thin air.

(So: ‘Wealth’ itself is merely a concept.  I see……)

And the same sort of conjuring act goes on with the Federal Reserve.  And not just money out of thin air, with that set of characters in The Play we are in.  (And so embedded in that we seem not to be able to see it, for what it is in reality, beyond its own ‘reality’.)  But with actual printing presses.  That they control, because, well, because

Congress allowed them to.  Many years ago.  And at the same time, allowed that private consortium to lend it - the U.S. government - that same sort of funny money.  At interest.  With no questions to be asked about its business transactions.  Because - according to the terms of The Deal - it needs to be independent.  Free from political pressure.  To get on with its job.  Of controlling the economy…

Do you see a pattern here??  

It’s called

a con job.  

And it is about to stop.  Because

it’s time.  And Time

That The Drama ends.

And we get to

The Real Thing.

But then, I’m just an old man.  What do I know, about such things.

Over the years.

And ages…

Still.  And even with my old man’s eyes.  I can see that

It’s a charade.  That we have engaged in because, well, because that’s just how things are.

Well.  Not.  Any.  Longer.

As far as I am concerned.

And The Plot is as well.

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* If you don't follow their advices, of course, it's another matter.  But let's get the emphasis on prevention rather than cure; an ounce of the one being worth a pound of the other.