Driver, T. C. (37 page)

One day another king came to visit who had a large
  
ship and a kingdom far away. This Eastern King offered to sell King Washington shoes to put in his store for only $2 a pair. Since he sold shoes for $35 dollars a pair, King Washington was delighted. King Washington had nothing to sell the visiting king (at least not much.) He bought the shoes and sold them in his store for eight dollars a pair and made lots of money. The cheap shoes were very popular and the people of America praised the good king. The shoes flew off the shelves and he ordered another ship load. Everyone was happy except the five families who used to make shoes on the island. They all went out of business they could not make shoes that cheap. The many Eastern kings from China and India used slave labor. They were evil kings who did not pay honest free market wages, they had so many slaves they wanted some dead anyway.
 

The next King to stop by had a load of cars for sale for only $200 each. King Washington was delighted he could sell cars for $800 a piece at King-Mart, make a fortune and save his citizens money. The cars on the Island cost $1,500 each back then. Again everybody was happy except the ten families who made cars on the island. They all went out of business. The king needed some office workers and also needed sailors for his new Navy so he hired the people who went out of business to work for him. He had his New Navy sail around the island and they looked very impressive. His office workers were very happy because they only worked four hours a day and could retire after a few years and do nothing. The king did have one main problem. He was running out of gold coins, because each time another king came by and he paid them in gold his pile of gold got smaller. The next time a ship came by the good king would be out of gold money! He had to do something different.
   
         

The king printed up paper money that was redeemable for gold at his bank and put the little Gold he had left out where his people could see it, and said his Gold mine was doing very well. His subjects trusted the king and this worked great, but he still didn’t have gold to pay the next king that stopped bye. The king had his Navy drive around the world on tour and drop bombs on people. They looked very impressive. The good King Washington had promised his people many things to stay in power. He took in $3,000 a month in taxes but was spending more than that each month. The king kept this a secret and pretended to have gold in his bank. When his old friend the King with the shoes came by again, this Eastern king agreed to accept payment for the shoes in the new paper money. This made things much easier on King Washington. Everyone the World over trusted the good king Washington and most people were now his office workers, and his New Navy looked really nice. Good King Washington printed paper money and sent it all over the world and the world shipped him anything he wanted. The Eastern Kings now had huge stacks of his paper money and each time a ship would come by they would come ashore and make a deposit in the Kings bank. Not in gold but in his new paper money. The good king always bought more stuff than he sold to the Eastern Kings and the Kings kept depositing money in his bank. All of these deposits the king had to pay interest on. The good king pretended that when an Eastern King made a deposit that it made up for his over spending at home, so he just used the money they deposited. This of course is simply not true. The Kings “overspending” was done with all new printed money. So were his overseas spending sprees for junk for his wife, and also the money he spent for his Navy. The good King Washington ran the most successful counterfeiting ring in history. In the year 1971 the king had to admit to everyone that he was out of gold and now for fifty years his money has gone down in value each year. This is called Inflation of the Currency or printing money.
      

Each year now since, King Washington prints more money to make up for the dollars loss in value. Each time someone deposits money in his bank the king must pay them interest on their money. The many evil kings of the world supported him, because they had so much of his phony money on deposit that they could now lose everything. The slaves in these other kingdoms could not afford to buy anything because being slaves they were not paid. King Washington kept hiring the people on his Island that the slave camps put out of business, and his Navy looked very good. He was very proud. Now almost everybody on his Island worked for him doing or producing nothing of real value. He even paid his pretty wife $350,000 a year to be a public relations officer at his college. Then he told his bank to loan money to his family and friends, even if they could not pay it back and ordered his people to shut down all of the coal mines, the oil wells and the smoke stacks. He then wrote checks to all the drunks and bums to keep them happy. He, the wise king, now believed that the earth would soon come to an end because his people in America had life too good and that this had to change. The King said that his people in America made too much smoke cooking out in the back yard and breathed too much of the world’s air. They should become slaves, like everybody else in the world, to make things fair. They should all get by on less food and not drive big, fancy cars.
 
Yes, King Washington was crazy even certifiably insane, but nobody would dare say anything about this crazy new religion of his because he had a rare skin condition that darkened his complexion so much that everyone felt sorry for him. No one would admit that he was a stupid babbling fool who followed a false religion. Soon the King Washington turned against God, the Holy Bible and God’s chosen people. He passed laws that men could marry men, that killing babies was now legal and that only his thugs could carry guns, that not liking him was a hate crime, that all cars had to be very small and electric and gasoline prices had to be very high. He wanted to punish his people and make them change their ways because they were just too rich and had lives to good and would not let dark people like him win on TV game shows.
 
His people were and had been blessed by God, but the king got rid of God in his schools and on his money. The king told his America that they were not a Christian country and then double crossed Israel. He would not even talk to their prime minister when he came to visit. It didn’t take long before his kingdom was forgotten his people were all dead and his Island was filled by desert sand.”
    
      

“Tell us who King Washington is in real life Cornelius, we love stories,” said both Kishia’s in duet high pitched voices.

“That’s enough of my story for now,” I said, as I mixed up some flavoring in my strong French roast coffee, before continuing again.

“Free trade with honest money between free men is God’s way. Printing counterfeit money and slavery is the way of man. The Holy Bible calls it “cutting the coin.” Who could have guessed? God knew what he was talking about? So did some idiot named Thomas Jefferson but Osoma was smarter and knew better than God.

The Holy Bible was right all along! Who knew? Many honest kings have been tempted to “cut the coin” before in history and many have. The truth is a small amount of money printing might even be good for a kingdom as mild inflation is less destructive to wealth creation than deflation. But a tyrant (like a drunk) can not stop. A drunk can function for a while and not stumble. A little bit of red wine is even good for you the Bible says. Yes God is a loving and forgiving God but in the end God will not be mocked.

America gave up all pretence to honest money in 1971 (just a few short years ago). America has also turned against God during this time. The US Government has grown drunk on power ever since. Why say no to anything or anybody? We have a money printing machine. The price of over spending and printing money is always paid for by the loss of currency value or inflation. This cost is paid by
  
all the Kings citizens and everyone else holding bank note dollars, not by adding up all the deposits to the bank and calling it our national debt. This is a made up story and it is simply not true. Truly the private owners of the Federal Reserve Bank owe interest payments on deposits made to their bank, not the Kings treasury. We gave them the privilege, right, and power to print a bank note which is used as our national currency. That does not mean we pay the interest on any deposit made. All deficit spending is printed money. It does not matter if we write Treasury bill or Federal Reserve note, or greenback on the top of it. With our 100% fiat money no bank reserve is used.
A reserve of
   
 
what?
Cash (ha-ha).Please let me be plain! When someone makes a deposit in the Federal Reserve Bank by purchasing what we falsely label a Treasury bill this does not mean that the bank is owed money by the taxpayers. This is a shell game just like the Democrats and the Republicans. One half the Republicans are fake and really siding with the Progressives and Socialist. Our Federal Reserve fronts
 
 
itself as a true national bank, and then prints money and wants to charge citizens interest on it while the ink is still wet. This system is due for an overhaul. How did this come about? Out of necessity!
       

The sad truth is a free republic can not tax the people of New York and spend the money in Germany. Then tax New York again and spend it in Japan. Many client states since World War II have tried to work with us and become great allies but the sad truth is our world wide military Pax-Americana empire cost must be paid with printed money because we do not tax them. We have today the same problem that our mother country Great Briton had with us. The cost of empire is only the beginning. Our trade deficit and budget deficit is a one two punch adding to our dizzy counterfeiting madness. We are paying most Americans not to work or to work at worthless government jobs as councilors, and advisors. Our department of education is a joke and all departments need to be cut by at least 50% but that’s another matter for another day.
 

 
The model America is presently following based on printing money is not stable and is against the laws of God, his Holy Bible and simple math. The “ship of state” is not on a strong Godly Foundation and will
not
survive history. The pressure of our demise and fall will lead us toward a one world government and a lost of all our liberty.”

The students left my table that evening, each one still calling for higher taxes. Each one still wanted to soak the rich, and each one hoped to work for the government and have full retirement after twenty five years of long coffee breaks, longer vacations from doing little or nothing.

                                  
End of Chapter

We on board the Great Ark believed that we were heading towards the Big Apple. We were steaming the usual Atlantic crossing route as liners have done for years. Unknown to us yet the ship had turned southeast that night instead of southwest.

A tall lanky older black Gospel singer named Mike Russell had flown from his home in Brooklyn to catch the Ark in Iceland. Mike came aboard the evening we departed and was there early waiting for me that night at the ships Gospel Café. This visit was now one of an old friend. Mr.
 
Russell was not on the music schedule for another five days or so. Mike had pulled up a chair and turned it around backwards as was his custom or maybe it was to match his hat (Ha-ha). Tonight Mike was down hearted. Worry showed heavy on his face. I greeted my old friend with Number six (24-26) you may know it by heart.
 

The Lord bless thee, and keep thee, the lord make his face shine upon thee and keep thee , the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace!

After our hugs, hellos, and a bowl of hot chili, Mike got straight to the point!

“Cornelius some friends in Brooklyn have come to me for help. Things are very bad! Yes, very bad. My friends believe that because of my hit songs twenty-five years ago and the little bit of TV I do, that I’m someone who can help them (a leader a strong man). Truth is I’m none of these things.”

“Come on Russell give this a rest, you started out as a boxer remember? Sing us one of your old songs, singing will cheer you up.
How about singing “Operator” I’ve always liked.”

 
(Mike-interrupts) “Now listen up, Cornelius! That’s not my song anyway, now just listen! Snuffers, Cornelius; in Brooklyn every night, they call them “snuffers.”
                                                                     
   
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Mike having a breakdown crying
)
 

“Don’t sit out there on that chair brother Mike slide yo` black ass in this booth so we can talk”

Brother Mike leaned over the table giving me three quick lightning fast left jabs to my face with sound effects for comic relief. He mumbled something about “hillbilly cracker.” Mike and I have always played around with each other, we are both old fighters but he doesn’t know about my wife’s Cracker family, at least I thought not (ha-ha). I held up two fingers and volunteer worker Kathy Daily knew what to bring, she could see me clearly across the near empty Gospel Café! Kathy sent Julie with two full pots of strong French Roast Coffee. Both pots would be dry twice before Mike and I stopped talking that night. (So would my personal container of Irish flavoring).