I was reading an article at another independent news site and someone commented by quoting the words of Ann Rand and in her time these words held a ring of truth:
"To the glory of mankind, there was, for the first and only time in history, a country of money--and I have no higher, more reverent tribute to pay to America, for this means: a country of reason, justice, freedom, production, achievement. For the first time, man's mind and money were set free, and there were no fortunes-by-conquest, but only fortunes-by-work, and instead of swordsmen and slaves, there appeared the real maker of wealth, the greatest worker, the highest type of human being--the self-made man--the American industrialist.
"If you ask me to name the proudest distinction of Americans, I would choose--because it contains all the others--the fact that they were the people who created the phrase 'to make money'. No other language or nation had ever used these words before; men had always thought of wealth as a static quantity--to be seized, begged, inherited, shared, looted or obtained as a favor. Americans were the first to understand that wealth has to be created. The words 'to make money' hold the essence of human morality."
The commenter had this to say beforehand:
"Here is why we are exceptional. We aren't, like all other nations, founded by a mere accident of history. We are founded on the ideas that men can rule themselves. That we can deal with each other by trade, instead of force! That we can create, not just take."
So I had this to say in reply:
Yes, it WAS... now they make money out of thin air. Now 'they' are on the take! They need a hundred-billion bucks, they print some bonds over at the Treasury Department... the capitalist "Madonna" just got pregnant. But, she's no virgin. Immaculate Conception of the Billions-Dollar-Baby. So, they take the bonds over to the Federal Reserve and---'CONGRATULATIONS Mizz Madonna', it's a Hundred-Billion-Dollars-Baby! Let's just go down to the printing department and watch the birth. Now, let's grow up fast'.
Mr. Bank has all these clients that need all these expensive things. They have been and intend to work hard, but they really, really need to get that American Dream, so Mr. Bank is going to loan them a piece of that Billion-Dollar-Baby Pie.
Mr. Bank goes over to the Fed and says: "I need fifty-million bucks to loan my clients."
Mr. Fed says:
"Now that's what I'm talking about! Here ya' go Mr. Bank. Now just bring that fifty-million back soon, oh, and keep the change."
Billion-Dollar-Baby just got a job. Now our baby says, in the famous words of our fictional Mr. Forest Gump, "I'm somebody!" Except, in this case, that value of "somebody" is debt.
Now that use to be okay. It was like priming a great, economic engine that produced, and I mean PRODUCED, real, visible, physical, pick it up, wind it up, crank it up and go with it products. But things have changed. 60,000+ factories said:
"Thanks America! You have made us great so now it's time to dump you suckers and keep all the dollars for ourselves so screw you, good luck!"
Now the grand American dream is dying. The banks and producers have a whole new plan... and "making money" has a whole new meaning. Debt takes on a value of its own and spins in a vortex around a perpetual economic motion machine called Wall Street like billions of bats... feeding, haphazardly in a frenzy on all the little insects ...90% of the American population. BUT, there is one really, really, big problem on the horizon! It is rising from the East... Russia, China, Iran, that big "Mid" section, "others", and a growing loss of faith in the "Emperor God" [everywhere] and his immaculate babies. It is the light of reason that threatens to make the bats scurry for cover, perhaps in the comfort of their cave with a floor knee deep in dollars.