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“A Corrupt Tree Bringeth Forth Evil Fruit”
“Every good tree bringeth forth good fruit,” says Matthew — “but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.”
Today we are in transit. We lift our siege of Jekyll Island, Georgia… and take to the aerial ways.
Our destination is the Maryland city of Annapolis, by way of the Baltimore-Washington International Airport.
Yet before we take wing, we lower our ax upon the root of America’s corrupt money tree… and expose its evil fruit — the fiat dollar.
If you are a regular Daily Reckoning reader you are likely aware of the corruption.
Yet as we have argued before: A man must occasionally recall himself to obvious truths.
That is because the nose upon his face is obvious. It is so obvious he scarcely notices the nasal protuberance.
It would serve him well to remember at times.
We believe this is one such time.
The Dual Life of a Dollar
Is there a $20 bill nesting within your wallet? Please haul it up…
This $20 bill represents an asset to you its holder. It is a meager asset in these inflationary days — yet it is an asset.
It represents a legal claim upon all goods and services available within these United States.
Yet this $20 bill of yours lives a coy existence, a dual existence. One aspect is seen. The other is unseen.
That is because your $20 asset is at once a $20 liability.
You are aware of the asset, of the purchasing power you command. It is musculature in monetary form.
But are you aware of its liability? You likely are not aware of its liability. Consider:
All money in present circulation — all bills, coins, all checking and savings deposits, A through Z — was borrowed into existence.
That is, all money in existence represents a debt… taken sometime… somewhere… by someone.
That debt may not be your debt. Yet it is another man’s debt.
This is the inner secret of the schizophrenic $20 bill you presently ponder.
Poor Andrew Jackson
Imagine poor Andy Jackson raging in his bleak Tennessee grave. Imagine how he spins and spins and spins.
For this is the man who shuttered the Second Bank of the United States in 1836 — and retired the national debt for the first and only occasion in history.
Yet Old Hickory and his hawkish visage front the debt-fabricated $20 bill.
That is, the poor fellow has been dragooned posthumously into the very banking system he proceeded against with such fantastic heat.
It is almost as if the monetary authorities mock his memory — purposefully and intentionally.
It is almost as if he has been paraded as a trophy of war, a helpless and lifeless captive.
“As if” does not constitute proof of an actual doing. We harbor our suspicions nonetheless. But let it go.
Let us now ponder the staggering realities of today’s debt-based money…
$96 Trillion Into Thin Air
Recall, all money under today’s monetary “system” constitutes an expression of debt. The asset merely represents the positive face of the liability, the reverse face.
We must therefore conclude, as we have concluded before:
If all dollar-based debt were retired — all $96 trillion, public and private — each dollar would vanish into the nonexistence whence it came.
It goes flushing into the void. Can you imagine it? Attempt the try.
Now lift your jaw from the floor. Now rediscover your footing. Now recover your wits.
Here we do not speculate. We read directly from the book…
The Fed’s Open Confession
Mr. Marriner Eccles bossed the Federal Reserve in May 1941. At that time he sat down in front of the House Committee on Banking and Currency.
A bewildered congressman — Patman, by name — asked this Eccles how the Federal Reserve had acquired the funds to purchase $2 billion of Treasury bonds in 1933.
Our minions have fished up this exchange from the Congressional Record:
ECCLES: We created it.
PATMAN: Out of what?
ECCLES: Out of the right to issue credit money.
PATMAN: And there is nothing behind it, is there, except our government’s credit?
ECCLES: That is what our money system is. If there were no debts in our money system, there wouldn’t be any money.
“The Tragic Absurdity of Our Hopeless Situation Is Almost Incredible”
Did Mr. Eccles botch the facts? He did not. Here is the credit manager of the Federal Reserve’s Atlanta outpost, Mr. Robert Hemphill:
There it is indeed.
“All Money Would Disappear”
Mr. G. Edward Griffin is the author of The Creature From Jekyll Island.
As we have noted these past two days: That creature is of course the Federal Reserve. And we have visited the site of its conception — its bastard conception.
Here Griffin gets in back of Messieurs Eccles and Hemphill:
Let us now strike at the root of today’s corrupt money tree…
Don’t Forget About the Interest
A bank loans a man $10,000. He must repay the $10,000 at a future date — with a bit of interest into the bargain.
Assume the $10,000 comes tethered to a 5% rate of interest. Assume further the bankman thunders at his door five years hence, calling in his loan.
The debtor must hand the fellow $12,762.74 That is, the principal plus the $2,762.74 in accumulated interest.
Where will this sap secure the $2,762.74 to service the interest? The larger question:
Must the Federal Reserve issue increasing quantities of money to service all outstanding debt — $96 trillion in the case of the United States? Mr. Griffin:
A partial truth? What is the entire truth, sir?
The Exchange Value of Labor
“The assumption fails to take into account the exchange value of labor.” Please elaborate:
Just so. You serve the interest by serving your master.
Yet what if you decline to wax the bank’s floors? What if you fail to serve your master?
What — then — are we to conclude from the foregoing?
This conclusion appalls us.
Yet we hazard Mr. Griffin draws a reasonable sketch. And so we hazard this question: Shall we strike the chains of bondage from our wrists?
That is, should we all repay each dollar we owe — all $96 trillion? Should we call in all money from circulation?
The question is theoretical, of course. As we have maintained before: We can no more afford to break the chains of debt than we can afford to break our necks.
We are locked in.
These chains will snap only when they can no longer endure the relentless weight pressing upon them. Not because we choose to snap them.
That is, the chain-snapping will be imposed upon us.
On that bright and glorious day, however distant, we shall finally be free…
Free… without one penny to our name…
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