The White House is Haunted by the Ghosts of Bankers
The halls of power are spooky indeed, for every new president enters a White House occupied for over a century by the ghoulish apparitions of the Federal Reserve. This unnerving reality is manifested in every administration, as bankers both past and present manipulate reality with the spells of interest rates, sprinkling the same old hemlock root into the cauldron of monetary policy, manipulating the dimension of Time itself as they steal the working hours from unknowing Americans through nonstop dollar inflation, and harvesting misery and suffering through engineered depressions.
The Undead Economy chugs around in flat circles under their machinations, endlessly reincarting as an imp named Boom and a spook called Bust, convincing as many Americans as possible that the spiritually-bankrupt banksters are, in fact, the saviors; a cadre of Friendly Ghosts who want America to be prosperous and happy while their buddies reap the rewards that come from being first in line at the Zombie Dollar money printer as it churns out wave after wave of weaponized debt.
Administration after administration, these ghosts are summoned as the incumbent president and political party conjure the fiat spirits, begging self-interested and over-educated Ivy League goblins to exercise their ghastly and ill-gotten monetary powers, whipping up artificial bull markets and housing booms that political parties can take credit for just in time for re-election even as the purchasing power of savers accelerates its decay. Meanwhile, the stuffed, propped-up corpse of the US dollar receives more and more embalming fluid and makeup to pass it off as a living and breathing creature capable of richness, compassion, and remorse.
All the while, these ghosts and their cultish worshippers, their mediums in politics, media, and bureaucracy, whisk away the smell of rot, exporting the specter of dollar inflation to other countries through the Frankenstein Petrodollar, bedeviling their economies under threat of grisly violence as the monsters in power cast any spell they can to protect the world reserve currency status and preserve their grisly instrument.
The wooden stake, holy water, and proverbial silver bullet for defeating these vile and wretched beasts — literal gold and silver — are the sage to cleanse our hallowed grounds. They are the halo of protection, the ring of salt that may purify and protect the American economic village from becoming irredeemably possessed by these silent fiends, so much so that the ghouls themselves use gold to protect their own supremacy from the same horrors that they and their ilk unleashed, for the fiat nightmare is so pervasive and so powerful that even its own shadowy architects must take preparations to protect themselves from it.
In 1971, the US went off the gold standard, sucking the last layer of vibrant spiritual armor and essential lifeblood from the US Dollar, rendering it a groaning half-conscious cadaver as the US and, by extension, the world, went Full Fiat. Without any anchor left to physical reality, and to their own benefit, our government officially blessed its vampiric monetary handlers with the privilege of preventing the US economy from ever returning to its former state of life. On and on forever, the byproduct of this spell is a rise in the relative value of gold and silver, as the cure to the spiritual disease of fiat money is constantly and quietly revealed.
Gold vs USD All-time Chart, Tradingview.com
It’s in plain sight for those who are attuned enough to see it. Even in the face of epic and criminal obfuscation, manipulation, and suppression, gold reveals the surreal time-thieving horrors of the paper illusion cast upon us by these hellions.
While we hear endless lies and manipulations from the monetary demons that roam the halls of the White House, the Fed, Congress, NGOs, the nation’s largest private banks, and beyond, gold and silver tell the timeless truth. Gold tells us where awaits the actual, tangible, physical value of the time that has been stolen from us from beings who seek to control forces beyond the human realm.
Will this devilish invasion be averted? Will the village be saved? While most of us peasants have become aware that, indeed, a wicked creature is in our midst, we know not where it came from or what weapons can possibly defend against it. For the leaders of the village are oftentimes the most possessed of all, eager to fool and sacrifice their peasants in exchange for more power from these monetary devils.
The bloody potion they drink is mixed with razor-sharp blades, lubricated with the spit of wickedness, and enforced each day by violence. The darkness is renewed every 4 to 8 years through the conjurings of confusion, misdirection, and fear as a contested newcomer enters the haunted White House and the cyclical nature of the fiat game is again revealed to those with eyes that see. But with gold and silver, no villager need tether their well-being on the tiresome ploys of distant, phantasmic overlords and their executive puppets.
Protection awaits, and the “silver bullet” may be more literal than most of the peasantry realizes.
