What do I owe today?
What do I own today?
I love happy endings.
But the jury is still out on this one because no one, but NO ONE knows what that little dog's gonna do now that it's caught the car.
Four thousand years chasing one frikkin' car: Money.
Once that little group of men discovered fractional lending and how much power there was in usury, they never stopped. Even after four thousand years of forced removals from every country they'd ever set up their little stalls in – so much so they're part of history: Jesus chucked them out of the Temple, Tacitus' comment on them in his Annals reads like a Senatorial memo to Wall Street: clean up your act. Please.
And now? There it sits a tiny, clever little dog representing fifteen million people all told on the whole planet and only a (must be very proud) fraction of them holding the keys to the world's vaults – They've won! They've got ALL the money in their slight of hands, they've caught the car!
What's the final score? America's whatchacallit 'Unfunded Commiserations' of Seventy-two-odd trillion Dollars plus everything the rest of the world owes against a few million 'gain-the-world-lose-your-soul' wanderers in this existence, a few lost souls?
Makes no difference. We are bankrupt. Kaput. Finished. Broke and – here's where my 'Empty People' thing comes in – broke and broken.
I can see the game, the Great Monopoly and winner takes all and it was a great game and there was of course a little collateral damage to women and children and widows and orphans and poor and illiterate and stupid and just plain blind soldiers who are simply asked to DIE, but why break everything? Why not a clean bomb that leaves something for the victors to live in and on and with? But I suppose that if killing people raises no compassion then nothing else could.
What are they going to do now, break out the whips and chains and drive us all into the cotton fields again?
Mortgage debt, wage debt, credit card debt, student loan debt, gambling debt, none of that was enough because the game's over and all I see are the surprised faces of those who couldn't conceive of themselves as among the losers, but “we've all bought into ..”:
Watch Morning Joe and Mr. Ratigan and Big Ed and Rachel and Jon S and even Beck who thinks he's on their side - Watch all the 'keep 'em honest' talk show guys now faced with the end game and its only question: What Happens to us Now?
Watch everyone try to find an answer, a plausible answer to the fact that we've ALL been had.
Another quarter century of a Greater Depression? I think not when memory is now so locked in and digital saved-on-ten-thousand mirror sites that no one will ever forget what was done: a “Grand Theft of the Planet” and how it was done, with a “Web of Debt”.
No one can forget this final last stolen coin dropping into the poor box owned by the monied. Ever. The cat's out of the bag and quick now among the pigeons and it will never happen again because the last hundred years is illuminated like the beginning word in a monk's manuscript, bright and sharp and clear and lucid and shocking and shameful and yes, inhuman.
Perhaps it is our last bright and sharp and clear and lucid and shocking and shameful and yes, inhuman lesson before we understand that it is us who are over-unity, that the whole of us is greater than the sum of all our parts, good and evil and knowing that, we may survive the kids running up and yelling “look at those dried-up little rat-faced men, look ma! Look at those guys! They don't have a soul among them, they're all empty inside, all hollow men, headpieces stacked with straw and all lined with gold inside...” and the kids will take the gold and all the other bits and small pieces ... call them 'sovereign',
and change the world!