The sorcerer stands in his cosmic ring, a magic wand named the dollar gleaming in his hand. With a glance, music blares and the puppets of the world dance to its rhythm. We stare in awe at the shiny thread between his fingers, convinced we see gold, while his eyes laugh at the theft of our wallets.
In this majestic circus..
The knife of interest slaughters the economies of the back ring to feed the beast of the central ring.
The dance of inflation distracts us from the hand that prints money recklessly, leaving our value to evaporate into the air.
America and the magic dollar game.
