Tag: fake money
If I were a Bankster dad, I’d tell my boy to go out into the world and make money. But not with a digital printing press, because that’s neither honest nor money. In fact, that kind of business will eventually get you killed by a starving mob.
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When I asked him about money, he melted like a piece of chocolate wrapped as a gold coin, and I never eat those things, for fear that they taste like Fake Money. Would you eat something that was flavored like fiat currency?
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What better way to engage in narrative economics than to attack fake money itself? Robert SHILLer says there’s nothing to do to prepare for the collapse but to ride it out. Does he plan on riding it out on a unicycle? Only a clown sees the dollar collapse but avoids silver.
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Before you can drain The Swamp, you’ve got to get it even soggier, by bringing in extra fluid in the form of blood extracted from Central Banksters through decapitation. As Walter Sobchak once said, “This is not ‘Nam. This is bowling.”
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Why save for tomorrow when you might not exist then—and neither will the current purchasing power of your fiat currency? By taking away our hope for the future, The Banksters try to spur consumerism today.
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In the second grade I had a friend named Brian Goldfogel, who only ate goldfish crackers, and he taught me the value of money—gold. Every time I see goldfish crackers I think about him and I laugh, because I’m more of a Leftover Meatloaf kind of guy.
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Judeo-Christianity, what is it? Well, Christianity is the Gold Standard, while Judaism is like a 100 Trillion Dollar Zimbabwe central bank note. The former holds its value over time, while the latter presents itself as exponentially superior, but is in fact entirely worthless.
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Before there was Judeo-Christianity in America, there was just Christianity. You know, before abortions, fake money, fake news, society dissolving into third-world status, and endless fraudulent war.
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If you want to watch me perform, I’ll be at The Blue Green Turquoise Lounge. Ask for Denise. You’ll know she’s Denise because her nametag will say “Susan,” and she’ll be wearing a yellow leather sofa and a coffee table with FREE refills.
