The iconic science fiction writer, Phillip K. Dick is quoted as saying, “”Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.” In the case of this video, the producer David Lance is making an excellent attempt.
American Colonies Revolutionary War Currency (1779). Worthless paper invented by Benjamin Franklin as a way to raise money for the Revolutionary War against England.
United States of America “real” money currency — exchangeable for real gold, real property and the promise of freedom and prosperity for everyone who worked hard and smart.
Confederate States of America money (payable if the South won the Civil War)
Federal Reserve Note printed by a Private Bank (not worth the paper and ink used to print it, but exchanged for all the gold and real property in the U.S. in 1913, thanks to J.P. Morgan and other big time criminal bankers and politicians who control the “Federal Reservation” and all the people living on it.)
New World Order Private Zionist Bankers — “We Own The Entire Planet” Phoney Money use to steal all of the real property in the world using corrupt politicians, media control, tricks, lies and military power to guarantee protection for the criminals while the people who produce the goods and services get poorer and poorer every day.
Bildergerg-Rockyfeller-Kissassinger World Bank Money (Good for paying taxes, but hyper-inflation means you will have to work your ass off for an entire lifetime with nothing to show for it.)
Global Corporate Consumer Currency: You can spend it, when you get permission from a Corporate Commissar, to pay your taxes, a minimum food allowance, some water, shitty housing, and one pair of shoes every year (if there are any in stock).
GALACTIC CREDITS: Issued to Human Slaves to pay for bribes to Prison Guards for addictive drugs, polluted water and rotten food, if there is any left over.
“So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue sky’s from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
And how we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.”
The older my body gets (almost 70) I become more aware of the ancient adage: “Life is short”. Indeed, it seems so. What is a single lifetime in the order of the cosmos? Less than a blink of an eye . Through eternity there is only one companion, as far as I know. Yourself. If we find being alone difficult, without friends, we may have a very long time to endure existence without others to keep us distracted from ourselves in the “great beyond”, whatever that may be. So, being our own best friend makes good sense.