Love-pains Economics

by Rolf Witzsche

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In circles of old, economics was discussed over a beer. This still happens in modern times though rarely with sufficient depth to enable an understanding of the forces that rule the home ground of day-to-day living. Of course, a pub is hardly the place for making leading edge discoveries. It is more a place for drowning love-pains and to forget about the world, rather than to understand it. However, it does happen some day that one encounters a person who knows at least something about the deeper levels where modern economics is crashing, and why. Such a person would likely have a faint knowledge, which is rare today, of the original American System of Economy that the USA is founded on, where money is forged by society itself for its welfare, is controlled by it, and gains its value by what is being produced. A person who has some knowledge of this, no matter how faint, would also know that the current system is the very opposite.

The current system is ruled by the objectives of empire, which is, to loot society into impotence and force small-minded notions on it. Empire exists by clever tricks of looting society. Its actions are a crime against humanity by intention. This goes back into history as far as empires were first born. Under the rule of empire, the institutions of empire that are deemed banks, are by design looting institutions. Under this system governments, or anybody for that matter, borrow from the banks for whatever purposes, which are allowed to create the money borrowed out of thin air, and ten times more, for every dollar that is borrowed from the bank. The ten-fold created money is in turn lend out again with interest. By this process, all money that is created, is created as a debt to society, and as a windfall profit for the banks, for the system of empire. Since the entire system is privately owned, the flow of money, and the volume of money can be controlled for profit. Historically, the volume of money has been strategically constricted. 

At times, up to 80% of the money in the USA has been pulled out of circulation, by which the economy collapsed and horrendous poverty resulted. In the engineered crisis the banks foreclosed on the loans that could no longer be paid for the lack of money. In the process of foreclosures the banks ceased society's properties at auction prices for pennies on the dollar. Every recession, and every depression, was engineered by this process. A society that allows this process to be inflicted on itself is a traitor against its own cause, and should be recognized as such, because the principle is known with which to avoid the tragedy. The principle was demonstrated with the founding of the USA as a federal credit society, a society based on debt-free money. The principle was in later years termed the American System of Economy. Every American President who was assassinated in office, or died in office for 'mysterious' causes, was a champion of the American System of Economy, standing against the looting operations of the private monetarism of the system of empire.

The dialog reflects in some degree the contrast between the looting system of private monetarism that has driven the world to the edge of collapse, and the American System of Economics that has been killed so long ago that hardly anyone remembers it anymore.

the dialog's transcript

      I drove back to the hotel. I parked the car. There was no way I could sleep now. Too much had happened. I didn't even bother to go to my room. I went for a walk instead. I walked the dimly lit streets of the inner city. My thoughts were on that lovely woman called Erica, on her love, her smiles, the wonders of her ideas, and her dreams for humanity. Especially the paradox that prevented both of us from moving further, was on my mind. It came to light with all the perplexing demands for our honesty with ourselves.

      As the night wore on, however, the other world re-emerged, with new questions about my mission, about my loyalty to my country, my wife, and our goals and aspirations.

      The streets appeared much darker now, colder, and lifeless. The lanterns along the sidewalks shone faintly in the veil of mist that had drifted in from the nearby park, contrasting barely against the gray outline of the stone facades of buildings that lined the street. Equally faint was the noise of the city in the fog, compared to the grinding of my shoes on the sidewalk. The stillness though, wasn't productive. No answers emerged to the questions that I felt too impotent to even ask. The only sign of 'civilization' that called me to attention in this lonely silence, was the sour stench of another pub. I passed it by, but then stopped and went back. The smell was vented to the outside by a single small fan in the wall next to a window. I looked through the window. Only a few people could be seen inside. Normally this kind of heavy smell would have caused a sense of revulsion, but now it seemed inviting. There were people there, like me. It seemed natural to join them, to sit down with a beer, or two, and watch the world fade from view.

      By the time the beer was delivered, and most of it was gulped down as if I wanted to drown myself in it, I noticed an elderly man on a stool not far from me. He had just received a fresh beer. He smiled and motioned me to join him. He, too, was alone.

      He nodded slightly, as I joined him. "Love pains bring you here, no doubt," he said quietly, and put his beer down and looked at me as if he could find an answer in my expression, or by analyzing my clothing.

      I nodded back. "Yes, and much more," I answered. I didn't care whether or not he understood what I meant.

      "Most people who come here at this hour have love pains," he said. "They come here when they cannot sleep." He turned his barstool a bit more into my direction as he spoke. "Do you want to talk about it? Talking about it helps, you know."

      I shook my head. Everything that troubled me was ultimately intertwined with the mission, and that was classified. "I feel I am being abused," I said quietly, just to say something. That much I could reveal. "I think I can understand what women must go through when they're being abused. It creates a deep gulf between people."

      "I understand," the man answered. "Most people are reluctant to talk about specifics when they first come here, but let me tell you, most of the problems I have heard about are artificial. In fact, I haven't heard about any that aren't."

      "Eh, you must be a psychiatrist," I replied in a somewhat cynical tone, and then emptied the last dregs of beer that were left.

      He shrugged. "No, I am a professor of literature and history," he replied in a proud tone of voice. "I've been retired. I can tell you things about the real world that no psychiatrist knows. I can tell you about the separation of the sexes, and the separation of the world. Those two have caused all the wars in history." He paused. "The separation has been artificially created by people pursuing selfish purposes," he continued. "You can rely on that. I may not be a genius, as you probably surmise, but this one thing I know, and this, my friend, is already too much for anyone to hear."

      "What are you saying?" I asked.

      He shook his head slightly. "I cannot tell you more. If you knew what I know, it would kill you, just as it is killing me."

      "Does this mean you have big problems at home that you don't want anyone to know about?" I said, probing.

      A great burst of laughter was his response. "This place IS my home. I live here. Here I do not need to lye to myself. The biggest mistake I've ever made, my friend, was to study literature and history."

      "So what?" I replied. "Many people study history and literature."

      The man put his beer down. "Yes, they do. They read the textbooks and study lies. They don't study the literature that lays bare a poet's soul. When I studied Schiller, I knew I also had to study history in order to understand Schiller, because that man was deeply aware of the universal history of mankind. The two are one. And this, my friend, is the reason why I am here."

      "History?" I repeated. I must have stared at him, perplexed by the paradox of a professor of history clutching his beer mug in this stinking hole in the wall, at one o'clock in the morning.

      "Ah, I have you puzzled," he said smiling. He spoke English now. He spoke it well. He must have noticed my accent. "You are American, aren't you?"

      I nodded cautiously. "I'm not here as an enemy. I'm on a diplomatic mission."

      "Of course you are an enemy, a bigger enemy that you can imagine." He raised his beer mug. "You are a traitor to your country and an enemy to all mankind." He raised his mug higher. "Didn't I tell you that you don't want to hear what I know?" He raised his mug higher still. "Here is one for you!" he said and lowered the mug again, and turned to the bar tender, saying in German, "bring my brother another beer."

      "Are you American, too?" I asked.

      "No I am not!" he said proudly. "But we are both fellow traitors. We are both fighting on the wrong side in the war of empire versus civilization."

      "The war of empire versus civilization?" I repeated. "We are not at war. World War II has ended decades ago."

      "Yes it has," he said and smiled, as if speaking to a child. "But the real war that threads through all history, the war of empire versus civilization, has never ended. It began in ancient times and has been maintained by every empire that ever was. Plato understood this. The war of empire versus civilization had destroyed the Greek Classical Culture. Athens has had its own Thirty Years War, by which it lost everything. Plato discovered that the war of empire versus civilization is designed to diminish the human being, to make the human being small, weak, dumb, and easily defeatable, so that society will never become a threat to empire. Understanding this, Plato struggled to bring the lost Greek culture back, by promoting a profound recognition of the greatness of the human being. Some call him the precursor to the unfolding of Christianity. He was a great man, but the war of empire versus civilization continued. After Persia destroyed itself with its madness, Rome carried the torch of empire and proceeded to burn down civilization. It nearly succeeded in destroying it, before it destroyed itself. Islam rose out of the ashes, and brought the dignity of the human being back into view. With it, it brought back the development of science, and of course Plato. Plato in turn rescued Europe when the war of the Lombard banking empire versus civilization had created a disaster in the 14th Century that had wiped out half the population. The revival of Plato by the Islamic Renaissance, brought the perception of the value of the human being back to Europe, and set the stage for the Golden Renaissance. The Renaissance nearly succeeded in closing the door to empire, possibly forever, but the Pope intervened and kept the door open. The Venetian Empire survived and started a subversive religious war to destroy the Renaissance that had threatened its existence. It took more than a hundred years to destroy the Renaissance completely. The devastation was so great that Europe lost a third of its population, especially in the latter part of it, in the Thirty Years War. But a spark of the Renaissance Spirit survived. It was brought back to the foreground where it caused a renewed recognition of the value of the human being. Out of it came the greatest peace treaty in history, the Treaty of Westphalia. While the Peace of Westphalia didn't last, the little renaissance that had created it, gave rise to the founding of the USA as a Plato-type republic in which the human being was recognized as of great value. The USA became the guiding star of the world, and the hope of mankind. It was the most daring large-scale breakout ever attempted by society, from the rule of empire. By this it posed the most serious threat to the existence of empire itself. Thus the war of empire versus civilization was put into high gear, in order to destroy the USA, and to also destroy all the intellectual elements in Europe that had stood behind the American republic and had helped bring it about. The empire's French Revolution, the war of empire that Napoleon rose from, accomplished the desired intellectual destruction all across France, and then across Europe. While Napoleon failed in his biggest task, to take Russia down, the empire succeeded through the back door. The empire created communism as a Trojan horse that succeeded subversively in what Napoleon had been unable to do with force. But the biggest thrust in the war of empire versus civilization has always been directed against America, as the chief threat to empire. The empire failed on the battlefield to recapture America, it also failed on the high sees to defeat America there, but it nearly succeeded in destroying America by way of a civil war. Still it failed. It failed on all of these fronts, until it eventually succeeded subversively. This happened on the day before Christmas in 1913.On this day America was destroyed by traitors, traitors like you my friend. America betrayed the whole of mankind." The man raised his beer mug and smiled, waiting for a response.

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