Money, that stuff the provides the useful tools of fungibility, stability of value, and ease of storage, is essential to the present system. But the present system is dead, barely twitching as the last, vestiges of value are sucked out. What will Americans do when they realize that their money was a lie?
The idea of money began as iconic representations of commodities; shards of pottery on which was inscribed the things counted. Sheep, cheeses, and other commodities were among these. That lasted about as long as it took some people to figure out they could make their own. Since then currency has moved through several incarnations as outlined in this poem. (Nice when you can get some real utility out of one of there.)
No. 51 From Shards to Light - for John Hix
From an insight of
convenience they drew marks on shards of clay
The goats and sheep and cheeses thus were counted up each day.
And trader's lives were better, as barter was replaced.
With mites of fired pottery that bore each items face.
The marks and shards were
money; more fungible to hold
So trade and space were easier; what was owned was sold.
But then a cunning taker thought to make his own
The shards went out of favor, replacing coin wrot gold
Issued first by temple and
then anointed King
So fungible the medium it built a wealth in things.
Accumulation beckoned the greedy onto thrones.
Through money all were shackled, the people could be owned.
A flow of current
holdings, in increments of gold
Created flow of currency, and ever more was sold.
Price now marked in shiny
bits they trusted not to lie.
But men saw ways of stealing from weight the coins would buy.
So England then replaced them, their coins had reeded edge.
Clipping and the shaving, made obvious instead.
Money called and promised,
so fluid in its scope.
Kings and those in power wrote promises on notes.
Temptations to debasement,
temptations to inflate.
Became the real foundation of the governmental state.
And money still enticed us, and draws in those who steal.
Finessing, redefining, the units once were real.
Now with no foundation in
sheep or even cheese
The money is all funny, and only Kings are pleased.
The flow of human commerce, so easy to abuse.
Is still the form adopted, that all of us must use.
We count up paper icons,
inscribed with those now gone.
We trust in those who make them, despite the fact their wrong.
We need the fluid functions that money can provide.
While all the self anointed kings count, and so decide.
Those in power, from kings to presidents, have always used the system to steal. This has never been more true that in the America of the last century.
Fiat money, that endlessly self multiplying stuff has allowed the FED to perpetuate a scheme so outrageous that every Ponzi-scheming con man is dumb struck with envy; has enabled government, and those corporations, like the FED, to spend and trade us into penury.
This summer we are approaching the culmination of the plans so long in the making as such instruments as Blackstone Group, LP finish off the job.
But what do we do when the banks stop printing funny money? How we we buy that loaf of bread? How do we survive? There are answers and there have been warnings. We will be talking about those this Friday on The Spiritual Politician with Jim Capo.