The Cure Live in Berlin: Lullaby
How about Lullaby as the New World Order's anthem?
Suppose you come to me to borrow some money to buy that dream house you're lusting after. The price is high but it can only go higher, as everyone knows. I have a nice big building downtown. Thirty-seven floors high. Art deco. Been around forever. Everyone knows me, Stygian Bank. I peruse your numbers and after much ooooing and ahhhing I approve your application and give you a loan. You move into your dream house and gosh darn you're happy--and so are your wife and kiddies.
Unfortunately, the economy turns sour. You lose your $100,000 a year managerial job at General Meltdown. Your wife has also lost her sales position at a big advertiser. You both work on minimum wage now: you at McDonald's, she at a supermarket. You fall behind on your mortgage payments. That house is now worth much less than what you paid for it. You can't make ends meet. Your kids can't go to private school anymore. That dream house is turning into a nightmare. Stygian Bank is going to going to foreclose you if you can't pay. You can't, and then the bank finally closes you out of your own home.
As you and your family consider moving into a growing tent city, you hear from a guy already living in a tent, as in a scene from They Live!, that banks never lend you money. They make loans out of thin air and charge interest. Not only that, but if all debts were paid off, there'd be no money, as all money is debt. You dismiss it as a wacko conspiracy theory because you're a know-it-all Egroeg Toibnom reader. They'd never get away with it. This is a free country and our politicians, while not perfect, look after the common people. We have a culture of accountability.
Thing is, banks do make money out of nothing and charge interest. There is a pandemic of foreclosures now and it will only get worse on the Road to Harare. If Joe Sixpack makes money out of nothing and somehow credits you with $300,000 and expects you to pay interest, he'd be arrested. But when banks do it, no one cares. No one questions that lovely art deco building.
Those who think there are no global conspiracies have their heads parked in a smelly orifice where the sun don't shine. The eternal commoner's problem is he went to school, read newspapers such as the Guardian and watched the 6 o'clock news. He spends his time talking about sports and pornography and doesn't bother with real issues such as Earth's central conspiracy: banking. "Oh c'mon, they'd never get away with making money out of nothing and charging interest. Someone would say something. We live in a free country. We have a savior in office. He's saving us from the forces of darkness. Only a tin foil nut would think there are conspiracies..."
In the meantime, as you're tuning into yet another reality TV show at mom's house, spiderman's getting ready to have you for dinner tonight.
On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly!
A movement in the corner of the room!
And there is nothing I can do
When I realise with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!
Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"
And I feel like I'm being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes
And I know that in the morning I will wake up
In the shivering cold
And the spiderman is always hungry...
video via LCkreator
