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To: Secret_Agent_Man who wrote (79608)	11/28/2001 9:25:16 AM
From: long-gone	Respond to of 116753

The Train It happened again, words from a song long passed worked forward to add meaning in the economic world of today. Listening to Bloomberg at the edge of sleep I was awakened as much by the news as the coffee, and drifting through it all, the words of Steve Goodman’s ‘City of New Orleans’ painted pictures in my waking mind. Yes, the coffee was black, strong, and biting, but it seemed somehow soft & sweetened when compared to the bitter bite of the news the Federal Reserve has lost all fear of inflation! Yes, friends, St. Louis Federal Reserve head William Poole, Chicago Fed President Michael Moskow, and Fed Governor Laurence Meyer fear not an interest rate of ZERO. As Arlo Guthrie sings truths through the dreams to only me "Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car. Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score", I’m suddenly aware the meaning of money has become lost as the cost of it’s borrowing threatens a fall below that dire Penny a point. Is it any wonder that no ones keepin' score! "And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel", and all the while those aging bastard bankers at the Federal Reserve continue their attempts at playing their card games with our lives from the club car of their Ivory Tower! IS it Greenspan or Meyers who is saying, "Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle", as the train speeds now out of control? Yes, they are intoxicated with Power! The bulk of the politicians, the Federal Reserve, & the bastard bankers with whom they conspire have lost touch. As before the true loss has been instead born by those sons of pullman porters and those sons of engineers, and by their fathers who built dreams as they built those rails of steel. The manipulations and lies of the bastard bankers are failing, we the people are beginning to understand the lack of any real value of their free money and the greater value of the labor required to build those "Magic Carpets made of Steel"! There is a choice, we need not accept or give their worthless free paper money, embrace the values of our work, and value these labors in a currency they can't print, precious metals. "Good night, America, how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son," wasn’t he really saying "Pay me my true worth!"? Isn’t the worth of my labor being somehow cheapened in these days when money is free, and the use of precious metals as an alternate medium of exchange is being discouraged by the government and the bastard bankers? "And the steel rails still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. " You’ve got the rest of the picture Arlo was painting in my mind. The deck of cards with which the old men were playing was marked, and the face value on all the cards was "zero percent". If we don’t want the train to disappear, we must change their worthless money into something of worth, precious metals, and accept only these metals for all debt between ourselves. Let them go on & play their silly card game, we’ll protect ourselves. "I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.", but you do as you wish, I'll be on the train and the cost of the ticket to the freedom is priced in precious metals. I’ll be protected. RH 11/2001 with thanks to Steve & Arlo