a parable for the 6anksters

01 Nov

Once upon a time… there was a paper dragon fighting against two tiny dragons, one silver, the other gold. They are fighting over a troll hole that is ’embedded’ in a huge population of humans. The trolls have again created the paper dragon, F1AT. It fights their battles and never sleeps. It works for the trolls tirelessly, but the trolls view it (and the humans) as useful slaves. The humans are as a source of labor and food. Most of the humans don’t even notice their servitude. F1AT never eats the humans as the trolls do. The trolls are very careful to feed their creation paper rectangles (complete with bloodstains) so it will continue to grow. Even though most humans pay no attention to F1AT or the metal dragons, even the most oblivious of their number cannot but notice how quickly the trolls’ paper dragon grows.

Once, the tiny metal dragons were mere toys for F1AT. In the scarce seconds that they were free of F1AT’s grasp, they sunk their teeth into F1AT’s paper and slashed it with their claws, but the damage the metal dragons delivered was minor. They inconvenienced F1AT only a short time as the trolls always had more paper and repaired their F1AT quickly. The metal dragons are alternately crushed under F1AT’s weight or clutched in it’s claws and jaws, but in time the metal dragons always seem to burrow out of the paper mountain that is F1AT.

The metal dragons are persistent. They fight as unemotionally as F1AT, for they share the same artificial origins. However, the flightless metal dragons were created by humans thousands of years ago, while F1AT is always created anew by troll-controlled humans after each of it’s many defeats. The metal dragons have always proved the more durable and lasting. This time, however, F1AT is bigger than ever and both sides have some new tricks.

F1AT, like the metal dragons, long ago learned to enthrall the humans. Long ago the trolls taught F1AT to force the spellbound and enslaved humans to carry water, and more humans were seduced into applying the water to F1AT so that it might not burn. Even though there are more humans than ever, F1AT is never in danger of becoming waterlogged. The trolls seem to have an infinite supply of dry paper and so F1AT has grown greater than ever before. The trolls supplied F1AT with the ability to fire energy bolts, an invention they stole from the humans. The trolls find the device quite useful, as an energy bolt torments most of the humans it hits. Tormented humans are easily troll-controlled, as long as the device is not used too often.

The trolls have always trained some humans to throw mud at any metal dragon they see, in hopes that the other humans will join in. Another stolen human invention allows a very few troll-trained humans to speak directly to nearly all of the other humans, and this furthers F1AT’s magic.

Another day, and the sun sets on yet another human Empyre. The humans carry water and feed the trolls, for nearly all seek to obtain the marked troll paper and are thus enslaved. The dragon F1AT is larger than ever, but is looking tattered. There is little the trolls can do for their creation other than continue to overfeed it. The metal dragons are as shiny and tireless as ever.

A stiff breeze turns into a strong wind as the day ends.  Clouds of damp paper fly downwind in the fading light. F1AT has wounds that defy the troll’s dry paper for long periods. Despite this, F1AT becomes ever larger but also less agile, and occasionally the metal dragons are free for quite some time. Sometimes the trolls and mudslingers struggle to aid F1AT, and the wiser humans work slower and carry little water. Sometimes, a brave human will merely spit on the paper dragon, and this emboldens other humans–especially when the trolls are too busy to notice. F1AT’s magic is weakening. But nearly all humans still use the troll paper, even those who secretly wish that F1AT would blow away. Nearly all humans still carry water for F1AT.

It is nearly night. Two dragons gleam in the fading light. Human hands brazenly wipe mud out of golden ears and silver eyes.  The multitudes of blackened paper bits flying away with the intensifying wind are barely even damp. A very few humans point at the troll hole and laugh at the mudslingers, and occasionally other humans join in the magic-nullifying laughter. In ways like this some humans learn to resist the troll spells and move far from the troll hole. But most humans do none of these things. Far too many humans are battered by the increasing wind, their vitality sapped by the task of carrying water, completely oblivious to their likely future. The darkness will come for all, ready or not.

Paper is poverty…it is the ghost of money, and not money itself.  Thomas Jefferson

“I care not what puppet is placed on the throne of England to rule the Empire, …The man that controls Britain’s money supply controls the British Empire. And I control the money supply.”   Nathan Mayer Rothschild

“Make money your god and it will plague you like the devil.”  Henry Fielding

“Lenin was certainly right. There is no subtler, no surer means of overthrowing the existing order of society than debauching the currency. The process engages all the hidden forces of economic law on the side of destruction, and does it in a manner which not one man in a million is able to diagnose.”     John Maynard Keynes

“Banking was conceived in iniquity and was born in sin. The bankers own the earth. Take it away from them, but leave them the power to create money, and with the flick of the pen they will create enough deposits to buy it back again. However, take it away from them, and all the great fortunes like mine will disappear and they ought to disappear, for this would be a happier and better world to live in. But, if you wish to remain the slaves of bankers and pay the cost of your own slavery, let them continue to create money.”   Sir Josiah Stamp, Director of the Bank of England (appointed 1928).

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