We don’t need a crash. We don’t need a depression. But then you lose too much and it doesn’t matter anymore. And the Internal Revenue Service expects its dues and will collect blood, sweat, and tears for Uncle Sam, who needs to build roads and bridges to nowhere.
What happened in 1913? The fat cats conspire to use the IRS and the Fed to loot America. And what do they do at the Federal Reserve? They paint green dollar signs on thin air.
Anyway, we go along. We pretend we need to be good rats in the rat race. We’ll follow the moldy cheese held before us on a stick. But yet, some are braver and don’t need the smelly cheese, they only need to forget the rules of the game.
What really happens when people fly airplanes into buildings? I don’t know. You never know who understands what really happened. But we all can imagine and we all can understand that only angels can read the real writing on the wall.