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The Song of Coin
Six thousand years or so ago we played with our mental fingers and invented cash and made kings and the levers of power and the worst of us learned how to manipulate 'em all.
Since the kids of the slaughterman never go hungry, the rest of us let 'em, but the more cautious made it a rule - Others, yes, us, no, and as a rule called it the law. And so the rest of us believed. Then – to work!
Over the ages, grease a royal palm here, ministerial palm there, bobsyerwotsit, licence to print money.
So our games with that put paid to the Babylonians and the gypos and that lot, and they all believed. Next!
The Greeks and greek culture? Can’t have philosophy and sense, now can ya, so sod the greeks.
Rome and its rule? Gave ’em a Nero and a Caligula. So Rome fell.
A thousand years ago we got an infusion of new blood - Well more of an infection of lice, but active lice, worth spreading around. So bring on the Huns, Franks, Otties, Spicks, Frogs, and everyone in between. Ditto. Routine.
Two hundred years back, our infection turned malignant. But pro bono us. So we let 'em. And you all believed.
So Boney? Had his Moscow and met his Waterloo, didn’t he just? Well, what did he or you expect?
Then the Tsar said No. Did he now? To us? Inserting two hundred NY bolshies soon fixed that.
The Brits, sipping their Oil-Grey, thought they’d outwait us, did they? Nobody outwaits the inert Brits? Nobody outwits us in a rush either. Heard of war, have ya? We’ll give ya war: Crimea, Opium, Boers, world wars I and II. And you still all believed.
Then we drugged them Brits, drunked 'em, jazzed 'em and dumbed and freaked their kids, nigged ‘em and pakked ‘em and wopped ‘em – outa sight, man. Where to? Overseas or inta the ground, outa sight. Now the ruin’s our jungle playground.
Wheel on Lavon, Tonkin, Allende, Ortega. - Anyone else for social justice? We’ll give ya social justice!
The yellow peril? When we’ve got ninety percent of the loot, how can the other ten stop us, specially when we also print that other ten? And sell long and short, we can’t lose. You rest're only losers; cain't be nothin' else. So we bust the yen overnight. Then, for fun and profit, ruined the ASEAN lot. Twenty years hard for the east, millions died? Plenty more where they came from, eh?
And out-yanked the yanks. Took their radio, films, TV, took the political mikes, rigged the vote. In office here a Wolfie, there a Chertie, everywhere a Bildie-Bergie. 911 went like a song. Then gaff the Afghies for the Caspian Sea oil pipeline, rack the Rackies for theirs, run them Rannies for theirs. Bash the Yanks with Bush, loot ‘em with loans. Buy and sell long and short, beat that if ya can! And still y'all believe. Ants and our school-books got you lot beat for brain.
Just now we're shafting Oz and Yewroland and the rest with empty deriertives. Next the Ruskies and them Chinks. The rest to follow.
Only, ten percent p.a. when we’ve got it all already and humanity's already dry means you lot've got to take it for us from the planet.
But the planet says no can do and hots up cuz everyone's working so hotly for us.
And the rest say no can do and go cold, on the idea or in the ground. So there ain't nothing for the rest to do but plod on to our tune. Right?
Well, sure, they could just out-Roth and out-Rock and out-Kiss us, I suppose. How?
Out-out us. How?
Out! – Or even just uninvent cash and kings and leaders as figments of our imagination. So just don’t let on about any of that, eh?