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The American dream
There's a reason that they called it a dream
Ah!
Who's there?
Cock-a-doddle-do Pile.
knocking
No no no no no
I don't have any more money.
My job sucks right now, please!
I'll have more money next month.
You can't take my house!
Is that your signature?
Oookay well just help me work something out, okay?
I mean you said I'm a good credit guy right?
I mean...hey, wait!
My dog is in there!
Nooo, don't take my Dream!
sobbing
Oh, how did this happen?
BOOM
Huh?
Hartman? Is that you?
Been a long time since the fourth grade.
Is that a time machine?
There's no need to concern yourself
with my stand accomplishments.
Best get in.
There's not much time.
crying I gotta go down to the bank
to get my life back.
They took everything!
Ooh! Bank ain't gonna help you now.
Towel in the trunk.
Extra set of balls.
Put 'em on, you're gonna need 'em.
crying you're gonna get my Dream back?
No, Pile. You are. I'm here to show you how.
ZOOM
"The Twilight Zone" theme music
Submitted for your approval,
one First National Bank.
What is a bank, you ask?
A curious place
where both space, time, and irony exist.
And yet...
don't.
Uh, are you gonna be doin' that the
whole time?
Pay attention, Pile.
Exhibit A:
Those who have come to deposit and safely
store their earned monies.
Exhibit B:
Those who need to borrow said money
for purposes...unknown.
Hey!
That's me!
Ergo, exhibit C.
The bank only has so much money
in the vault to lend out.
To people
such as you.
Hey!
Hey that's the guy!
He took my house!
Really screwin' my vibe here, Pile.
Space-time continuum, he can't hear you.
Just let me narrate.
Now, where was I? clears throat
So you see,
by the time he got to you, Pile,
His bank was out of money
But
he gave me lots of money
and charged me a lot of interest.
Yes.
That's the only way banks make money.
By making debt loans.
Debt equals money, pal.
Remember that.
Debt equals money.
The more loans they make, the more money they make.
But if they don't have any money,
then where did my money come from?
beeping You're gonna wanna take a step back, Pile.
Woah!
No way!
Yes way.
And that's nothing.
Hey buddy, need some money?
They didn't do that!
Aw, they did exactly that, Pile.
Remember, banks make money by making loans,
by selling debt, even to
...bad credit risks.
hip hop music
Yo, have some money, dude.
Just sign here.
Oh my gosh!
Mm-hm, they called it "free money".
Yeah, that's exactly what my loan guy told me,
free money!
But it ain't free,
The worst part was offering money
to people who don't even need it.
People, Pile, like you.
horn honking
You were right,
I didn't need him
I was happy here,
I didn't need it!
Why's he sad? He's makin' all that money.
Shhhhh...he's thinkin'.
Now wait fo it...
Now wait for it...
Bingo.
See the bank has loaned to everyone in town,
but to make more money they have
to loan even more.
More?
How much money do they need?
More.
ominous music Waah? What's that?
Oh ho, a black horse ridin'...
credit cards.
Wow! Look,
I mean it's gonna be okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
What now?
Now?
We're powered with all this money,
we might as well...party.
Oh ho, this is awesome.
I needed to get my head clear
When I get back, I'm gonna straighten
all this out
I just hope Dream is doin' okay.
wolves howling
Dog barking
I'm going to get you, my pretty
Yup,
he is,
I'm sure he is.
belches
Thank you, you can put it on his tab.
Little somethin' for yourself. Mhm.
Sweet.
You know...
Wait a second, Hartman,
I just thought of something.
If I got this money from the bank...
and the bank got it from the federal reserve
dump trucks....
Go on...
Then...where does the federal reserve
get their money?
Real nice time, ladies.
Real nice.
Excuse me while I borrow these.
women scream
Say, Hartman...
why am I wearing a burglar bikini top?
because no one is allowed
inside the Fed.
Not you, not me
no American citizen
no duly elected member
of our Congress.
Not the Supreme Court.
Not the Supreme Court?
Not the Supreme Court.
Not the Justice Department, not the CIA
DIA, FBI, ATF, ATE, NBC
Not even G-O-D
knocks
Well. how come the government isn't
allowed inside its own building?
Government?
Pile, the Fed is a private bank,
owned by private stockholders.
Do not let the name "Federal" fool you,
this place about as federal as
"Federal Express"
A-a private bank?
But...private?!
Ssh!
Best to keep your voice down, Pile.
phone rings
This is Ethan Federal Reserve
Hey Ethan! Bill here, First National.
Hi there Bill, how are ya?
Good, good. We're running a little low on money.
No problem, how much you need?
Oh, how does 20 million sound?
What?
slaps
Excellent, we'll ship it over first thing
tomorrow
We-he can just call up the Fed
and ask for more money
and they give them whatever they want?
No, Pile.
The Fed don't give the banks money
the Fed loans the banks money.
The banks have to pay it back
with interest. Now come on,
time to go.
Wait, wait, wait, I still don't understand
Where does the Fed get their money?
I mean, if they're a private bank.
You said they're a private bank, right?
Okay, so who puts money into the Fed bank?
phone rings
This is Mal, United States Mint.
Hiya Mal, First National needs
another 20 millies.
We're already running the presses full
steam here, Ethan.
Gotta keep makin' loans
gotta keep the money flowin'.
Ahhh, alright, you're the Fed.
Whatever you guys say.
20 million more, by mornin'.
fog horn blows
But I don't get it...
...what's so wrong about the Fed
printing money?
Because it's unconstitutional, Pile.
Our treasury is supposed to create
our money
But now the Fed controls the printing
of America's money.
Nobody gets a friggin' dollar
that the Fed didn't print.
So?
They print the money,
then they loan it to the government,
then they charge the government interest
then the government taxes you to pay for it.
Wake up, Pile!
Gah, I don't see what the big deal is.
You know, you're right, Pile.
Wait, wait...I am?
Yeah.
I forget how effective they are at keeping
you ignorant.
Well, that's okay...hey!
I'm not ignorant!
Do you even know what money is, Pile?
claps
In the long, long ago, when people bartered
they traded things they had
for things they wanted
I'll trade you my raspberries
for that there pot pie
I-I don't want your berries.
Come on, Pile
They're sweet berries.
They're not sweet, they're old,
and I don't like berries.
Gimme that pot pie!
No!
As you can see, this bartering situation
created some problems.
Then one day, a goldsmith walked up and said
Now, everybody thinks gold is valuable
so why doesn't everybody trade gold
for things they need.
cheering
The price was set for gold
and now it was very easy to conduct commerce
because people could trade gold for all
the things they needed.
Hartman, wow, look at all my gold!
chuckling
Hey, stop them! That's my gold!
Damn thieves.
Say there, Pile.
Look, I've got a vault and some guards.
I can keep your gold safe for you.
For a small fee.
Yeah, sure, that'd be awesome!
You see, Pile.
This is how the first bank made money.
There you go, Pile.
I.O.U 100 gold coins.
Okay, great!
Come back any time and redeem your gold
when you want it.
It'll be right here.
In my vault.
Now you're holding the very first paper
money, Pile.
Wow, this is
great, it all makes sense.
Oh, that's right, it was good.
And everybody started using I.O.Us
because everybody knew the I.O.U was
as good as gold.
Wow,
this candy is really a good price, one I.O.U
I'm getting some more for later.
Hey!
Wait a minute, it was just one I.O.U
10 I.O.Us for chocolate?!
He can't just raise prices like that.
Oh, the candy man can!
sings Oh the candy man can!
Wait, that is just freakin' wrong!
It's called inflation, Pile.
It makes your I.O.Us worth less and less
until they are worth nothin'.
Less bang for the buck,
dollar ain't what it used to be.
But I worked hard and I baked
all those pot pies.
Now I have to work harder to make less?
That's not fair.
Oh, if you think that's not fair...
you're gonna love the next part.
W-what's he doin'?
How do banks make money, Pile?
Uh, by making more loans?
Oh, that's right. He's good.
See, he prints more I.O.U.s without
any more gold, loans 'em out for interest
makes a pretty penny and nobody is the wiser
Unless...
Everybody wanted their gold back at the same time.
N-n-n-no, that's my gold.
Not anymore.
What are you talking about?
I'd like to redeem my I.O.U.s please.
Thank ya very much.
Hey!
crowd yelling
I want my gold back now!
Thief! Thief!
Gotta love the bank run
Bringin' people together
See they all found out he was stealin'
made a run of the bank and as you can see
There ain't no gold to get.
Hartman!
Don't worry, Pile. Back in these times
vengeance will be yours.
Three things in this world you don't do:
Never mess with another man's woman,
never mess with another man's ego, and
most importantly,
you never mess with another man's money.
Else, the man will mess with you.
My god!
You hung him?
Yes, Pile!
Oh, we hung him. We hung him high.
And do you know why?
Well, because he was a thief?
Because, Pile,
An evil invention was born
Man discovered how to turn worthless paper...
...into gold
Thus was invented the ultimate machine
to steal real money and enslave
all the nations on Earth.
It's alive!
Oh now come on,
you're just being dramatic
I-I mean, I lost my house, but
What is that?
Explain.
A nuclear power plant?
Mhm, produces lots of electricity and
little pollution. An invention for the good
of humanity.
Okay, but what's this have to do with...
3...2... BOOM
Holy
Atomic energy. A discover more powerful
than anything man had yet conceived.
It can be used for good...
or
evil.
Now
Unlike Einstien
The goldsmith's discovery has been kept
a closely guarded secret.
It was never intended for you to see.
This discovery is called
fractional reserve banking
In the wrong hands, it's more powerful
than the nuclear bomb
in its ability to completely and utterly
destroy a nation who is subjected to its perversion.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
It is time we stop this evil secret
and the men behind it.
You're being ridiculous.
Before America is destroyed forever.
Believe it, Pile.
No, no, no, I just want my dog back.
Damn it, that's it, I give up.
Let them live in chains.
No, Hartman.
The tree of liberty must be refreshed
from time to time with the blood
of patriots and tyrants.
Thomas Jefferson?
Mr. President, how do I get him to understand?
As we did, son. Remain vigilant.
Too many have hidden the truth
and the light of our liberty dims
with every passing day.
Quickly,
Take my horse.
Show him
Wait, show me what?
Where are we going?
horse neighs
Hey, stallion of liber-tie
Ride hard the hoary wind.
Oh, where are we?
Battle of Waterloo
Hold on, we gotta get through.
A money machine! There it is!
Hey, is that the same people?
Rich banker men from Germany flying
under the banner of the red shield.
They financed both sides of the war.
We must hurry!
That's him! The red shield courier.
Shoot him!
No! I'm not shootin' anyone.
Damn it, Pile!
What?
He beat everyone back
with the news of the war
and told England that Napoleon won.
The red shield bankers in London
pretended that England was doomed
and started selling their English stocks.
The English went into a selling frenzy
to get rid of worthless English money.
But, the English won? Right?
Of course they won,
but it was a trick by red shield
they waited until the stocks plummeted
to pennies and then bought
England back for nearly nothing.
What?!
They did that? How?
When the English leaders found out they
had no choice but to give themselves over
to the red shield.
Their money was gone, and they were slaves
to the red shield war debt.
Since that time, the English have
been payin' their national taxes
directly to the red shield private bankers
and people have no idea.
But the bankers bragged about what they did
to us, laughing at us all the way to the bank.
Why, it's the best business I've ever done.
If I can control a nation's wealth,
I care not who makes its laws.
Oh, is this what Jefferson wanted to show me?
No, Pile,
Look....
They're in America, too?!
The red shield banks are here, Pile.
Seeking a way to conquer our American dream.
A dream you have, Pile.
A dream...of free men.
They tried to take over our country
many times and failed because
Jefferson and the patriots vowed to stop
the evil tyrants at all costs.
By authority of eternal God,
he would not let the bankers win here.
To preserve our independance,
we must not let our rulers
load us with perpetual debt.
We must make our choice between
economy and liberty, or perfusion and servitude
Wow!
I place economy among the first
and most important of Republican virtues.
and public debt is the greatest of the
dangers to be feared.
It is incumbent upon every generation
to pay its own debts as it goes.
We must have a central bank to secure
this country's finances!
If the American people ever allow
private banks to control the issue
of their money, first by inflation
and then by deflation,
the banks and corporations that will grow
up around them will deprive the people
of their property, until, their children
will wake up homeless on the very continent
their fathers conquered.
Jefferson, you're mad!
This country will have a central bank!
crowd arguing
Who's that?
America's first secretary of treasury.
Alexander Hamilton?
Not for long.
Aaron Burr
Thomas Jefferson's vice president,
They didn't take too kindly to our
first sec treasury.
gunshot
Sweet shot, Burr.
The first attempt of the central bank
only lasted twenty years and we shut it down.
But the bankers tried again
against Ol' Hickory.
President Andrew Jackson.
You are a den of vipers and thieves.
I intend to route you out,
and by the eternal God, I will route you out.
After surviving an assassination attempt,
Jackson finally defeated the bank in 1836.
When asked what was the greatest
accomplishment in his life, Ol' Hickory replied
I killed the banks.
And those were his last words
I killed the bank.
And, with real money backed with real gold,
Our country experienced the greatest
boom in any nation's history.
Aw, it was beautiful, Pile.
But the bankers, greedy for
more power and wealth
were concocting their most ambitious plan yet
to once and for all take control
of the finances of the United States.
In 1910, a secret meeting was held
at a J.P. Morgan estate
on Jekyll Island off the coast of Georgia
This meeting was so secretive,
so concealed from government
and public knowledge,
that the ten attendees used code names.
clears throat noisily
I am clearly the richest man, so
I should be the one to run the
super secret central bank.
I own all the oil in America, I'm clearly
richer than you'll ever be, Hula Girl.
I should run the super secret central bank.
You're nothing compared to me, Lube Job.
I shall run the secret bank.
deep, booming voice Silence!
Supreme Master Leader,
I didn't know you were gonna be here.
I'm not,
neither are you.
Dumbass.
Oh yeah, right, right. He's so smart.
None of you shall run the bank.
We have failed in the past
because of openness,
This time the key to success is secrecy.
The people must believe that they run the bank.
Yes, brilliant!
A sneak attack. What's the plan?
We first create panic,
and then we show them the solution:
With our man in office and well-planned timing,
we will have our central bank.
And so the people think it is theirs,
We shall christen it Federal.
The Federal Reserve.
All laugh evilly
They struck on December 23rd, 1913.
When most of our Congress were at home
eating fruitcake, these bastards
I mean, bankers,
presented their treasonous act to their
newly elected accomplice, Woodrow Wilson.
Who had fortuitously already agreed
to sign it before he was even elected.
Wait,
the I.R.S.?
I thought we always had the I.R.S.?
No, Pile.
They did this,
to us, too.
The Fed now has the exclusive power
to print America's money.
They loan this money to our banks
and our government at interest,
putting immediate debt on our own money,
printing more and more so each dollar they
print becomes worth less than the one before.
ominously Merry. Christmas.
What in the hell is that?
That, Pile, is how our government now must
pay back these debts to the Fed
Your taxes do not go to your government.
They don't?
It's the greatest theft in human history.
But...
Okay, I-I mean, I sorta get what you're saying.
but it's all so confusing, and really, Hartman,
I don't see how it affects me at all.
If I had more money,
none of this would have happened.
Hartman?
1955, wow, what're we doin' here?
Oh, a little bit of shoppin'
Here, hold this. Gallon of gas? 23 cents.
Postage stamp?
3 cents.
Ounce of gold, $35.
Hot baby? Priceless.
Best be gettin' back.
Hey Hartman! I need my car, man!
Oh, was that Michael J....
Yeah, he'll be fine.
Now Pile,
Would you agree that you have the same
exact things you had in 1955?
Yeah. One stamp,
one gallon of gas, one ounce of gold, and one home.
Wow!
We just made a lot of money.
Grab, grab, grab, grab.
Hey!
Gotta pay your taxes.
But it's nice to have made all that money.
Wait! That isn't fair.
Now I actually have less money,
I can't even go buy the things I just sold.
The IRS and the Fed's inflation work together
Pile, they aren't just taxing gain,
They are taxing their inflation.
You are no richer than you were in 1955,
Now does that sound fair or American to you?
Yeah, but I mean, who doesn't hate taxes?
I hate the I.R.S. anyway.
Pile, the higher they make the inflation,
the more of your money they take.
It's thievery.
You are not paying taxes on any more,
you are paying taxes on the same.
And now you have less.
They take our property away
right in front of our eyes.
Just like Thomas Jefferson said they would.
What's that?!
Oh, they found us! Quick, my sword.
What sword?!
We don't need your bankin' machine!
I condemn you to die, damn it, die!
Pile! Throw that key bogey off my nine,
Take 'em at his knees!
But we are opposed around the world
By a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy
That relies primarily on covet means.
For expanding its sphere of influence.
What's happening?
Where am I?
I believe, perhaps, you understand now, Pile.
But you are...afraid.
JFK
Hartman!
What does this have to do with my house and my dog?
Okay, that's enough! I wanna go home now.
This is the last president to stand up to the Fed.
You must see.
On June 4th, 1963
President Kennedy signed executive order 11110.
This executive order empowered the US treasury
to issue real money without the Fed.
It would have worked.
Kennedy's plan to dismantle the
Federal Reserve machine had begun.
Six months later...
John F. Kennedy went to Dallas...
...and never returned.
No. Way.
No way they could do that.
The new president, Lyndon Johnson,
threw out Kennedy's order.
And since JFK, no president has dared
confront the secret powers
behind the Federal reserve.
They consolidate bigger and bigger banks.
Print more and more money,
accountable to no one.
Decimating our nation's wealth
for the benefit of a few.
Why? Why do this?
If they hurt us, it hurts the global bankers too.
No, Pile.
They are protected. They. Are too big to fail.
But I'm not.
Those sons of bitches!
Hm. Sons of bitches all.
The day was cold.
The wind sharp and strong.
But we were determined.
The bankers and their parasites
had us vastly outnumbered.
But their hubris made them weak.
cackling maniacally
Not like us.
dog wimpering
Not like this band of immortals
we have assembled.
We have come to take back our...
Hartman? Is that?
My dog.
Oh sh*t.
whip snapsdog wimpers
Then the inevitable.
The money kings could ignore us
no longer.
They sent an emissary.
A cog in the machine of greed
to bring about our submission.
Hank. Paulson.
Hartman. This is blasphemy.
We own the corners of the Earth.
It is futile to challenge us.
Oh I've seen that look before.
That of a predator taking in the scent of its prey.
Bold. Fearless.
The look of a free man.
You have come far, Hartman.
Farther than most.
Be smart now. Join us.
We will bring you money.
Power.
Everything you want.
You can be one of us. If you will kneel.
choir vocalizing
Madman.
You're a madman.
We're offering you everything.
What do you think this is?
This. Is. AMERICA.
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مدونة :عالم واحد- حب واحد
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الحلم الأمريكي
هناك سبب وراء تسميته (حلم)
من هناك ؟
كو كو كو كووو يا "بايل" (كسول)
.
لا , لا, لا, لاااا!
لم يعد بحوزتي أية نقود!
وضعي سيء جدآ ,, رجاءآ!!
سأوفر المال الشهر القادم !
.
لا يمكنك أخذ منزلي !
هل هذا توقيعك ؟
.
حسنآ , هناك حل للموضوع, أليس كذلك ؟
لقد قلت أنني شخص ثقة, أليس كذلك؟
إنتظر ,, كلبي بالداااخل !!
لا , لا تسرق حلمي!
يا إلهي, كيف حصل هذا !
.
..
هارتمان ؟؟ هل هذا أنت ؟؟
لقد مر وقت طويل منذ الصف الرابع
(الصف الرابع)
هل هذه آلة زمن ؟
لا داعي لأن تشغل نفسك بإنجازاتي الباهرة.
فقط إركب, لا يوجد وقت كاف.
علي الذهاب للبنك لإستعادة حياتي.
لقد أخذو كل شيء !!
لن يساعدك البنك الآن.
المنشفة بالخلف
هذه خصيتان , إرتديهم فأنت بأمس الحاجه إليهم الآن.
هل ستستعيد حلمي ؟؟
لا يا صديقي, انت ستقوم بذلك , انا سأريك كيف.
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شتاء 2006
من بعد موافقتك , 1) أول بنك وطني.
ما هو البنك, ستسألني؟
هو مكان غريب يتواجد فيه الفراغ , والوقت, والسخرية.
وأيضا , لا يتواجدو.
هل ستستمر بهذا الشكل ؟؟
إنتبه يا "بايل"
المشهد أ - هؤلاء من جاؤو ليودعو أموالهم بأمان
المشهد ب - هؤولاء من قدموا ليقترضوا الأموال لأسباب غير معروفة.
ها أنا ذا !!
ولذلك ...
المشهد ج - الخزنة فيها مقدار من الأموال يكفي فقط ليقرضوا الناس أمثالك.
إنتظر. إنتظر ! ذلك هو الشخص, لقد أخذ بيتي !!
أنت تعبث بمزاجي يا "بايل"
لا يستطيع سماعك , دعني أكمل ...
إلى أين وصلت ؟
إذا كما تلاحظ, عندما وصل دورك , البنك كان خاليا من المال.
ولكنه أعطاني الكثير من المال , وحملني الكثير من الفائدة.
نعم , هذه الطريقة الوحيدة التي يربح فيها البنك المال.
عن طريق مداينة القروض ,, (الدَين = المال)
تذكر هذا : الدين يساوي المال.
كلما أعطوا قروض أكثر كلما ربحوا مال أكثر.
إذا كان لا يوجد بحوزتهم أي مال, إذا من أين أعطوني ؟
عليك أن تعود للوراء خطوة.
(البنك الفيدرالي)
يااه , مستحيل !
غير مستحيل, وهذا كله لا شيء.
أهلا صديقي , تريد بعض المال ؟
.
انهم لا يفعلون هكذا ؟؟
إنهم يفعلون هذا بالظبط.
تذكر , البنوك يربحون المال من القروض , من بيع الديون , حتى ل
الغير مؤتمنين
هات بعض من المال , يا صاح !
فقط وقع هنا .
يا إلهي !!
ممممم , يسمونه المال المجاني .
نعم, هذا ما قاله لي بالظبط الذي أقرضني: مال مجاني !
لكنه غير مجاني !!
أسوأ شيء هو انهم يعرضون المال على الناس الذين لا يحتاجونه أصلا.
أناس مثلك !!
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أنت على حق, لم أكن بحاجته , كنت سعيد هنا.
لم أحتاج المال.
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لماذا هو حزين ؟ إنه يربح الكثير من المال !!
هسسس , انه يفكر !!
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الآن إنتظر ,, إنتظر ..
بينغووو ..
كما ترى , البنك قام بإقراض كل شخص في البلدة.
ولكن ليربحوا المزيد من المال, عليهم أن يقرضوا المزيد ...
المزيد ؟ كم من المال يريدون ؟
المزيد ...
ما هذا !!
إثبت , ركوب الحصان الأسود: بطاقات الإتمان.
(أعد تأثيث بيتك)
يااه, أنظر ! سيتم كل شيء على ما يرام , كل شيء سيكون على ما يرام.
ماذا الآن ؟
الآن بوجود كل هذا المال, بإمكاننا أن نحتفل .
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ياااه , هذا رائع , كنت أحتاج لأن أصفي رأسي.
عندما أعود سأقوم بتسوية كل هذه الأمور.
فقط أتمنى أن يكون حلمي على ما يرام.
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سأحصل عليك يا حلوتي !!
نعم , هو بخير , أنا متأكد من ذلك.
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شكرا , ضعي هذه على حسابه . والقليل لكي أيضا.
إنتظر.
هل تعرف؟ إنتظر قليلا يا هارتمان , لقد فكرت لتوي بشيء.
إذا أنا حصلت على هذه الأموال من البنك.
والبنك حصل عليها من شاحنات البنك الفيدرالي.
أها , أكمل ..
إذا , من أين يحصل البنك الفيدرالي على أمواله ؟؟
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كان وقتآ رائعا يا آنساتي , رائعا جدا.
أعذروني ريثما أستعير هذه.
هارتمان , قل لي , لماذا أرتدي زي لصوص من صدرية البكيني ؟
لأنه لا يسمح لأحد أن يدخل البنك الفيدرالي.
لا أنت ولا أنا ولا أي مواطن أمريكي
ولا أي عضو منتخب في الكونغرس
ولا المحكمة العليا
ولا المحكمة العليا ؟
ولا المحكمة العليا.
ولا وزارة العدل ولا CIA و DIA و FBI و ATF و ATENBC
ولا حتى G-O-D
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كيف لا يسمح للحكومة التواجد بمبنى خاص بها ؟
الحكومة ؟ البنك الفيدرالي هو بنك خاص, مملوك من من مساهمين خاصين
لا تجعل الإسم (فيدرالي) يضللك
المكان فيدرالي بقدر شركة Federal Express
بنك خاااص ؟؟
خاااص ؟؟؟
هسسس
من الأفضل أن تخفض صوتك يا "بايل"
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هذا هو "إيثان", الإحتياطي الفيدرالي.
مرحبا "إيث" , "بيل" يتحدث من بنك First National.
أهلا بيل , كيف حالك؟
جيد , جيد, لدينا نقص بالمال.
لا توجد مشكله, كم تحتاج ؟
ما رأيك ب 20 مليون ؟
ماذا ؟
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ممتاز, سوف نشحنها لك غدا صباحا.
إنتظر, لقد إتصل بالبنك الفيدرالي وطلب المزيد من المال.
وأعطوه ما يريد مهما كان.
لا يا "بايل", البنك الفيدرالي لا يعطي البنوك أموال.
إنه يقرضهم المال.
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على البنوك إعادة الأموال مع الفوائد.
تعال ,,,
إنتظر,إنتظر,إنتظر,إنتظر, لا زلت غير مستوعب.
من أين يحصل البنك الفيدرالي على أمواله ؟ أقصد بما أنهم بنك خاص !!
أنت قلت أنهم بنك خلص , أليس كذلك ؟
إذا من الذي يغذي المال للبنك الخاص؟
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مات يتحدث ,, مطبعة الأموال الأمريكية.
أهلا "مات" , بنك الFirst National يحتاج إلى 20 مليون إضافيه.
نحن نطبع بأقصى سرعه يا "إيثان"
علينا أن نستمر بمنح القروض, علينا أن نبقي المال يتدفق
حسنا ,, أنت البنك الفيدرالي , كما تشاؤون نفعل.
عشرون مليون بحلول الصباح.
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ولكني لا أفهم, ما المشكله إذا طبع البنك الفيدرالي المزيد من المال ؟؟
لأنه غير دستوري يا "بايل"!
من المفترض أن كنوزنا هي التي تصنع أموالنا.
ولكن الآن البنك الفيدرالي يتحكم بطباعة المال الأمريكي؟
لا يمكن لأحد الحصول على دولار واحد لم يطبعه البنك الفيدرالي.
وبالتالي ؟
هم يطبعون المال ويقرضوه للحكومه.
ثم يحملون الحكومة فوائد.
والحكومه تفرض عليك الضرائب لتدفع الفوائد.
إستيقظ يا "بايل".
لا أرى أين المشكله.
أتعرف,؟ أنت على حق .
إنتظر دقيقة, إنتظر, أنا على حق؟
نعم, لقد نسيت كم هم فعالين في إبقائك جاهل.
حسنا هذا جيد.
ويحك , أنا لست جاهلا!
هل تعرف أساسا ما هو المال ؟
القرن العاشر
فطائر
في قديم الزمان , كان الناس يتقايضون
كانو يستبدلون الأشياء التي بحوزتهم , بالأشياء التي يريدونها
أريد تبديل التوت الذي بحوزتي بتلك الفطيرة.
لا أريد توتك.
هيا يا "بايل" , إنه توت حلو المذاق.
إنه ليس حلو المذاق , وأنا لا أحب التوت .
أعطيني تلك الفطيرة.
لا.
كما تلاحظ, أسلوب المقايضة هذا سبب مشاكل.
ثم في يوم من الأيام ,جاء صائغ ذهب وقال:
الكل يعتقد أن الذهب قيم.
إذا لماذا لا يقوم الكل بتبديل الذهب بالأشياء التي يريدونها ؟
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تم تحديد سعر الذهب والآن أصبح سهلا على الجميع القيام بالتجارة.
لأن الناس الآن يستطيعون تبديل الذهب بأي شيء يريدونه.
هارتمان , أنظر إلى كل الذهب خاصتي!
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إوقفه ,, هذا الذهب لي !
اللعنه على اللصوص.
أهلا يا "بايل"
لدي خزنة وبعض الحراس.
بإمكاني أن أحفظ ذهبك آمنا لك.
مقابل رسوم بسيطة.
طبعا ,, هذا رائع .
كما ترى يا "بايل", هذه الطريقة التي صنع فيها أول بنك أرباحه.
هيت لك! أنا مدين لك ب 100 قطعة ذهبية.
حسنا, عظيم!
إرجع بأي وقت لتسترجع ذهبك عندما تحتاج إليه.
سيكون محفوظا هنا.
في خزنتي.
الآن ان تمسك بيديك أول ورقة نقدية بالتاريخ.
يااه , هذا رائع, كل شيء منطقي.
أنت على حق, هذا كان جيدا.
وكل الناس إبتدأو بإستخدام العملة (I.O.U)
لأن الكل كان يعرف أن ال (I.O.U) كان جيدا كما الذهب.
(شوكلاتة 1$)
هذه الحلوى سعرها ممتاز حقا.
1 (I.O.U), سأخذ المزيد للمستقبل.
(شوكلاتة 10$)
إنتظر دقيقة, لقد كانت 1 (I.O.U).
10 (I.O.U) مقابل حلوى ؟
لا يستطيع أن يرفع الأسعار هكذا.
بائع الحلوى يستطيع.
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♪ بائع الحلوى يستطيع ♪.
إنتظر ,, لا يجوز هذا.
(مياه 20)
(مياه 200) هذا يسمى التضخم يا "بايل".
تجعل ال (I.O.U) خاصتك تساوي أقل و أقل.
حتى تصبح عديمة القيمة.
متعة أقل لكل دولار, الدولار لم يعد كما كان.
لكنني تعبت وصنعت كل هذه الفطائر.
الآن علي أن أتعب أكثر لأحصل على أقل.
هذا ليس عدل.
إذا كنت تظن أن هذا ليس عدل.
سوف تحب الجزء القادم.
ماذا يفعل ؟
كيف تحصل البنوك على أرباح يا "بايل"؟
ممم, بمنح المزيد من القروض؟
نعم , هذا صحيح.
كما ترى, إنه يطبع المزيد من ال (I.O.U) بدون المزيد من الذهب.
يقرضهم للناس مقابل فائدة, يربح الكثير من الأموال و (لا من شاف ولا من دري)
إلا إذا ...
الكل طلب ذهبه في نفس الوقت.
لا لا لا لا لا , هذا ذهبي !
ليس
بعد الآن.
عن ماذا تتحدث؟
أريد أن أستعيد ال ( IOU) خاصتي, لو سمحت.
شكرا جزيلا.
(إستراحة الغذاء) ياااا!!
أريد إستعادة ذهبي.
لص! لص! معركة هروب البنك. تقرب الناس إلى بعضها.
أترى؟ الكل إكتشف أنه يسرق.
ركضوا للبنك وطالبوا بذهبهم.
ولكن كما تلاحظ, لا يوجد ذهب !!!
هارتمان!!
لا تقلق , في تلك الأزمان ,
الإنتقام سيكون بين يديك.
ثلاثة أشياء في هذا العالم لا تفعلها :
لا تعبث بإمرأة غيرك.
لا تعبث بكبرياء غيرك.
والأهم , لا تعبث بأموال غيرك.
وإلا سيعبث غيرك بك.
يا إلهي! لقد أعدمتموه؟
نعم, يا "بايل" , أعدمناه , أعدمناه بلا تردد.
وهل تعرف لماذا ؟
حسانا, لأنه كان لصا ؟
لأنه , يا "بايل", إختراع شيطاني لقد ظهر
الإنسان إكتشف كيف يحول الورق عديم القيمة إلى ذهب.
وهكذا تمت صناعة الآلة المكتملة لسرقة الأموال.
وإستعباد كل البشر على الأرض.
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إنها حية.
بالله عليك , أنت تهول الأمور.
أقصد, لقد خسرت منزلي ولكن ,,,
ما هذا ؟ فسر لي.
مفاعل طاقة نووية ؟
ممم, ينتج الكثير من الطاقة الكهربائية والقليل من التلوث.
إختراع لخدمة البشرية.
حسنا , وما علاقة هذا ب ...
ثلاثة , إثنان ...
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يا إلهي ---- الطاقة الذرية.
إكتشاف أقوى مما يمكن لأي أنسان تخيله.
ممكن أن يستخدم في الخير.
أو الشر.
على عكس أينشتاين, إكتشاف صائغ الذهب تم حفظه بشرية تامة.
لن يسمحوا لك برؤيته أبدا .
هذا الإختراع يسمى بنظام الإحتياطي البنكي.
في الأيدي الخاطئة يكون أكثر تدميرا من القنبلة النووية.
قادر على أن يدمر أمة نهائيآ قد تعرضت له.
لا - لا لا لا لا.
حان الوقت أن نوقف هذا السر الشيطاني ومن وراءه.
(بايل) لا تكن سخيفآ! (هارتمان) قبل أن تتدمر أمريكا للأبد.
صدقني يا "بايل".
لا لا لا لا لا! كل ما أريده هو أن أستعيد كلبي.
اللعنه! هذا كل ما لدي, أنا أستسلم.
دعهم يعيشون بقيودهم.
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لا , يا "هارتمان".
"شجرة الحرية يجب أن تتجدد من وقت لآخر بدم الوطنيين و دم الطغاة."
توماس جيفرسون ؟
سيدي الرئيس, كيف من الممكن أن أجعلهم يفهمون ؟
كما فعلنا بالسابق يا بني, إبقى حذرآ.
الكثيرين قد أخفوا الحقيقة وضوء الحرية يخفت بمرور كل يوم.
بسرعة, خذ حصاني! دعه يرى!
إنتظر, يريني ماذا؟ إلى أين نحن ذاهبون ؟
[صهيل حصان]
بعيدآ, يا فرس الحرية! إجري ضد رياح الزمن .
يااه ,, أين نحن ؟
معركة واترلو, أنتظر! علينا العبور من خلالها!
آلة المال . ها هي!
هل هؤلاء نفس الناس؟
رجال البنوك الأغنياء من ألمانيا يطيرون تحت حماية الدرع الأحمر.
لقد مولوا طرفين الحرب . علينا أن نسرع.
هذا هو رفيق الدرع الأحمر. أقتله!
لا, لن أقتل أحدآ.
اللعنه يا بايل. ------ ماذا؟
لقد قام بإخبار الجميع بخبر الحرب.
وأخبر إنجلترا أن نابليون إنتصر.
رجال البنوك البريطانيين أصحاب الدرع الأحمر تظاهروا أن إنجلترا محكوم عليها بالهزيمة.
وبدأو ببيع الأسهم الإنجليزية.
بدأ الإنجليزي بنوبة بيع ليتخلصوا من الأموال الإنجليزية التي بلا قيمة.
لكن الإنجليز إنتصروا , أليس كذلك؟
طبعا لقد فازوا.
لكنها كانت خدعة من الدرع الأحمر.
إنتظروا حتى الأسهم انخفضت إلى ملاليم ثم إشتروا كل أنجلترا بالمجان تقريبا.
ماذا ؟ فعلوا هذا؟ كيف؟
عندما إكتشف الرؤساء الإنجليز ما حصل ,
لم يكن لديهم خيار إلا ان يسلموا أنفسهم للدرع الأحمر.
أموالهم ذهبت , وأضحوا عبيدآ لديون حرب الدرع الأحمر.
منذ ذلك الوقت والبريطانيين يدفعون أموال ضرائبهم الوطنية
مباشرة لرجال البنوك أصحاب الدروع الحمر.
الناس لا يعرفون شيئا عن هذا.
ولكن رجال البنوك تفاخروا بما فعلوه بنا ,
وضحكوا علينا طوال طريقهم للبنك.
هذا أجمل ملهى صنعته.
إذا إستطعت أن أسيطر على ثروة أمة , ألا يمكنني أن أصنع قوانينها ؟
يااه , هل هذا ما أراد أن يريني إياه جيفرسون ؟؟
لا يا "بايل" , أنظر.
إنهم بأمريكا أيضا؟
رجال الدروع الأحمر هنا يا "بايل" , يبحثون عن طريقة ليحلتلوا أحلامنا.
الحلم الذي لديك يا "بايل" هو حلم الرجل الحر.
لقد حاولا أن يسيطروا على دولتنا العديد من المرات لكنهم فشلوا.
فشلوا بسبب جيفرسون والوطنيين قد تعهدوا أن يوقفوا الغزاة الشريرين بأي ثمن.
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بسلطة الرب الأبدي, لن يجعل رجال البنوك يفوزون هنا.
"لنحافظ على إستقلالنا يجب أن لا نسمح لقادتنا أن يحملونا ديون دائمة."
"يجب أن نختار بين الإقتصاد والحرية , بين الإسراف والعبودية."
هل فعلا قال هذا ثوماس جيفرسون ؟؟ يااه!
أنا أضع الأقتصاد كأهم ميزة من ميزات الجمهورية,
والدين العام هو أعظم خطر يواجههنا.
على كل جيل أن يدفع ديونه بنفسه.
علينا إنشاء بنك مركزي ليحمي أموال الدولة!
إذا سمح الأمريكيون البنوك الخاصة ليتحكموا بالأموال,
(لقد قال هذا حرفيآ)" بداية بالتضخم ثم بالإنكماش,"
"البنوك والمؤسسات التي تنموا حول البنوك, سوف تجرد العامة من ممتلكاتهم."
"إلى أن يستيقظ أطفالهم مشردين بنفس القارة التي غزاها آبائهم."
جيفرسون, أنت مجنون, على هذه الدولة أن تحصل على بنك مركزي.
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[بايل] من هذا ؟ [هارتمان] أول سكرتير للخزينة الأمريكية.
[بايل] أليكسندر هاميلتون. [هارتمان] ليس لمدة طويلة.
"آرون بار", نائب الرئيس "توماس جيفرسون".
لم يكونوا لطفاء جدا لأول سكرتير للخزينة الأمريكية.
رمية مميزة يا "بار".
أول محاولة لبنك مركزي إستمرت عشرون عامآ فقط ثم تم أغلاقه.
لكن رجال البنوك حاولوا مجددآ أمام الرئيس " آندرو جاكسون".
أنت عميد الأفاعي واللصوص.
أنوي أن أهزمكم وبمشيئة الرب الأبدي سأهزمكم.
بعد النجاة من محاولة إغتيال , إنتصر "جاكسون" على البنك في العام 1836.
عندما سأل ما أعظم الإنجازات في حياتك, رد قائلا:
"لقد قتلت البنك".
وهذه كانت آخر كلماته : "لقد قتلت البنك".
وبمال حقيقي , مدعم بذهب حقيقي.
شهدت أمتنا أعظم إزدهار بتاريخ كل الأمم.
يااه, كم كان هذا رائعا يا "بايل".
ولكن رجال البنوك, يطمعون للمزيد من الثروة والسلطة, كانوا يحضرون أهم خطة لديهم.
لييستطيعوا بضربة واحدة التحكم بأموال الولايات المتحدة.
في عام 1910, عقد إجتماع سري في ولاية "مورغان" على جزيرة "جيكي".
الإجتماع كان سريآ جدآ , بعيدآ عن الحكومة وعامة الشعب.
لدرجة أن الحضور العشرة إستخدموا أسماء رمزية.
(جي بي مورغان, الإسم الرمزي: هولا جيرل)
من الواضح أنني الرجل الأغنى بينكم, لذا أنا الأحق بإدارة البنك المركزي السري جدآ.
(جي دي روكفيلر, الإسم الرمزي: لوب جوب)
أنا أملك كل النفط في أمريكا. أنا بالتأكيد أغنى من ما ممكن أن تكون يا "هولا جيرل".
أنا الأحق بإدارة البنك المركزي السري جدآ.
أنت لاشيئ بالنسبة لي يا "لوب جوب".
أنا الأحق بإدارة البنك السري.
سكووت!
القائد الأعلى !! لم أكن أعرف أنك هنا.
(القائد الأعلى (تم التحفظ على الإسم الرمزي لأسباب أمنية مخيفة))
أنا لست هنا, ولا حتى أنت أيها الغبي.
نعم طبعا , صحيح , صحيح.
إنه ذكي جدآ !!
لا أحد منكم سيدير البنك.
لقد فشلنا بالسابق بسبب الإنفتاح, هذه المره سر نجاحنا هوالسرية.
على الناس أن تعتقد أنهم هم من يديرون البنك.
نعم رائع! التسلل وثم الهجوم. ما الخطة إذن؟
بالبداية ننشر الذعر, ثم نعرض عليهم الحل.
بوجود رجلنا على المكتب, وبالتوقيت الجيد سوف نسيطر علىى البنك.
وسوف يعتقد الناس أنهم يملكونه.
يجب أن نعمد الفيدرالي , البنك الفيدرالي.
لقد بدأو ضربتهم في الثالث والعشرين من شهر ديسمبر عام 1913.
حيث كانمعظم الكونغرس الأمريكي بالمنازل يأكلون الكيك
هؤلاء الملاعين - أقصد الصرافين - قاموا بالخيانة.
مع المنتخب حديثآ "ووردون ويلسون" المتواطئ معهم.
الذي بالمصادفة وافق على التوقيع
قبل أن يتم إنتخابه أصلا.
إنتظر, مصلحة الضرائب؟إعتقدت أننا منذ الأزل لدينا مصلحة الضرائب؟
لا يا "بايل", لقد فعلوا هذا بنا أيضا.
البنك الفيدرالي مسموح له حصريآ بطباعة المال الأمريكي.
يقرضون هذا المال لبنوكنا وحكومتنا مقابل فوائد.
مما يجعل أموالنا مديونة بشكل فوري.
يطبعون المزيد والمزيد, وبالتالي كل دولار يطبعونه يصبح أقل قيمة من الذي سبقه.
ميري كريسماس.
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ما هذا بحق الجحيم؟
هذا يا "بايل", هو كيف ستقوم الحكومة بدفع الديون للبنك الفيدرالي.
الضرائب لا تذهب للحكومة .
لا تذهب للحكومة ؟
ممم, هذه أعظم سرقة في تاريخ البشرية.
ولكن ... حسنا , أعني , لقد فهمت تقريبا ما الذي تقوله,
ولكنه محير , وفعلا يا هارتمان , لا أرى كيف هذا يؤثر علي أنا إطلاقآ؟
إذا كان لدي المزيد من المال, لا شيء من هذا كان ليحدث.
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1955! يااه, ما الذي نفعله هنا ؟
القليل من التسوق.
خذ إحمل هذا الحالون من الكاز : 23 سينتآ.
طابع بريدي : 3 سنتات.
أونصه من الذهب: 35 دولار.
فتاة شهية : لا تقدر بثمن.
علينا العودة.
يا "هارتمان" , أحتاج سيارتي يا رجل!
هل هذا كان مايكل جي ؟؟
نعم , لا تقلق عليه.
.
الآن يا بايل.
هل تتفق أن لديك نفس الأشياء التي كانت معك عام 1955؟
نعم , طابع بريدي, جالون من الكاز , أونصة ذهب, ومنزل.
يااه , لقد ربحنا الكثير من المال.
.
هيييي.
علينا أن ندفع ضرائبنا, ولكن من الجيد أننا ربحنا كل هذا المال.
إنتظر, هذا غير منصف! الآن لدي القليل من المال, لا يممكني أن أعود وأشتري الأشياء التي إشتريتها لتوي.
مصلحة الضرائب وتضخم البنك المركزي يعملون سوية يا بايل .
إنهم لا يفرضونالضرائب فقط , إنهم يفرضون الضرائب على التضخم الذي سببوه.
أنت لست أغنى مما كنت عليه عام 1955.
الآن, هل برأيك هذا عدل؟
نعم, ولكن أقصد, من لا يكره الضرائب؟ أنا أكره مصلحة الضرائب مسبقآ.
يا "بايل" كل ما زاد التضخم, كلما أخذوا أكثر من أموالك.
هذه سرقة, ِأنت لا تدفع الضرائب الآن
أنت تدفع الضرائب نفسها والآن لديك الأقل.
إنهم يأخذون أملاكنا من أمام أعيننا , تمامآ مثلما قال جوفرسون.
ما هذا ؟
لقد وجدونا , بسرعة , هات سيفي !
أي سيف ؟
لا نحتاج لآلة المال خاصتكم ! أحكم عليكم بالموت ,
مت ! يا "بايل" إبطحه أرضآ.
نحن معرضين حول العالم .
لمؤامرة موحدة وقاسية, والتي تعتمد أساسيا على وسائل سرية
لتزيد قدرتها على التأثير .
ما الذي يحدث ؟ أين أنا ؟
أعتقد أنك تصدق هذا الآن يا "بايل" ولكنك خائف.
ولكن ما علاقة هذا ببيتي وكلبي ؟
حسنآ, يكفي هذا , اريد الذهاب إلى المنزل الآن.
هذا كان آخر رئيس يقف بوجة البنك الفيدرالي.
يجب أن ترى.
في الرابع من حزيران عام 1963, الرئيس "كينيدي" وقع الأمر الحصري 11110.
هذا الأمر أعطى الصلاحية للحكومة الأمريكية لإصدار المال بدون العوده للبنك الفيدرالي.
كان من الممكن أن ينجح الأمر.
خطة "كينيدي" لفك البنك الفيدرالي قد بدأت.
ولكن بعد 6 شهور, ذهب "كينيدي" الى "دالاس" ولم يعود.
لا لا مستحيل, هل بإمكانهم فعل هذا ؟
الرئيس التالي "ليندون جونسون" ألقى بأمر الرئيس "كينيدي".
ومنذ "كينيدي" لم يجرأ أي رئيس مواجهة القوى السرية وراء البنك الفيدرالي.
دعموا بنوك أكبر وأكبر, وطبعوا المزيد والمزيد من المال, ولا أحد يعد.
يفتكون بثروات أمتنا من أجل مصلحة القليل.
لماذا ؟ لماذا يقومون بهذا ؟ إذا آذونا هذا يضر برجال البنوك العالميين أيضا.
لا "يابال", إنهم محمين, إنهم أكبر من أن يقعون.
ولكن أنا لست كذلك , أولاد العاهرة.
مممم , أولاد العاهرة جميعا.
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كان اليوم باردآ, الرياح حادة و قوية, ولكننا كنا مصممين.
رجال البنوك وطفيلاتهم كانوا يزيدونا عددآ , ولكن غطرستهم جعلتهم ضعفاء.
ليسوا مثلنا , ليس مثل هذه الفرقة من الفانيين التي أنشأناها.
لقد اتينا لنستعيد ...
هارتمان ... هل هذا ؟
كلبي .
اللعنة .
لا مفر الآن , ملوك المال لا يستطيعون تجالهلنا بعد الآن.
أرسلوا لنا رسولآ, شخص ثانوي في آلة الجشع, يطلب خضوعنا.
هانك بولسون (سكرتير الخزينة الأمريكية الحالي).
هارتمان , هذا كفر , نحن نملك زوايا الأرض, من غير المجدي أن تتحدانا.
لقد رأيت هذه النظرة من قبل, المفترس يشم فريسته.
جريئة , خالية من الخوف, نظرة الرجل الحر.
لقد تماديت يا "هارتمان", أكثر من الجميع.
كن ذكيآ, إنضم لنا, سوف نعطيك المال, السلطة , و كل ما تريد.
تستطيع أن تكون واحدآ منا إذا ركعت.
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مجنون, أنت مجنون! نحن نعرض عليك كل شيء!
ماذا كل هذا برأيك ؟؟
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ПРОДАДЕНО
ЗАЕМ
Американската мечта.
Има основателна причина за да я наричат мечта.
Кой е там?
ВЪЗБРАНА
НЕ, НЕ , НЕ, НЕ...
Няма повече пари.
Работата ми сега е гадна. Моля ви.
Ще имам повече пари следващия месец.
Не можете да ми отнемете къщата!
Това вашият подпис ли е?
ОК, нека да измислим нещо. Казахте, че съм коректен платец, нали?
Чакайте! Кучето ми е там!
НЕ. Не разваляйте мечтата ми!
Как се случи това?
Хартман? Ти ли си това?
Доста време мина, от както бяхме в 4-ти клас.
4-ти КЛАС
Това машина на времето ли е?
Няма нужда да се тревожиш за постиженията ми. Качвай се.
Нямаме много време.
Трябва да отида до банката и да си върна живота.
Взеха ми всичко. -Банката няма да ти помогне сега.
Топките ще ти трябват. Сложи си ги.
Ще ми върнеш ли мечтата обратно?
Не, приятел. Сам ще го направиш. Тук съм за да ти покажа как.
Представям на вашето внимание - първата национална банка.
Какво е банка, питате се?
Любопитно място, в което пространството, времето и иронията съществуват,
но и не съществуват.
През цялото време ли ще го правиш това?
Внимавай, приятел!
Доказателство първо.
Тук са тези, дошли да депозират и съхряняват спечелените си пари.
Доказателство второ - нуждаещите се от заеми за някакви цели, неизвестни.
Ей, това съм аз!
Ето ти го и третото доказателство.
Банката има недостатъчно пари за заеми, за хората, като теб.
Ей. Това е човека. Той ми взе къщата!
Разваляш ми представянето, приятел.
Време-пространствен континуум, приятел. Той не може да те чуе.
Просто ме остави да водя.
Та, до къде бях стигнал?
Обаче виж, когато е стигнал до тебе, приятел, банката му не е имала пари.
Но той ми даде много пари и ми начисли голяма лихва.
Да. Това е единствения начин за една банка да прави пари - чрез дълг и заеми.
ДЪЛГ Е РАВНО НА ПАРИ.
Запомни това! Дългът е равен на пари!
Колкото повече заеми правят, толкова повече пари ще правят.
Но щом нямат пари, тогава от къде дойдоха моите пари?
Отдръпни се малко, приятел.
Оле! Не е възможно!
Възможно е и това е нищо.
Ей приятелче, искаш ли пари?
Не са правили това!
Точно това правеха приятел. Запимнчи, че банките правят пари,
като правят заеми. Чрез продаване на дълг, дори и на лоши кредитоискатели.
Ей, вземи си малко пари, пич. Само подпиши тук.
Боже! -Да. Наричат го свободни пари.
Да. Точно това ми каза, човекът и на мене. Безплатни/свободни/ пари!
Но не е безплатно /ЗАДНИКЪТ ТИ Е НАШ/
Най-лошото е, че предлагаха пари дори на хора, който нямаха нужда.
Хора, приятелче, като теб!
Така е. Нямах нужда. Бях щастлив тук.
НЯМАХ НУЖДА!
Защо е тъжен, след като прави толкова много пари?
Тихо. Той мисли.
Изчакай...
Бинго!
Банката е раздала заеми на всички в града, но за да правят още повече пари,
трябва да раздадат дори още повече заеми.
Още!? Колко пари им трябват?
ОЩЕ!!!
Какво е това?
ВИЖ! КРЕДИТНИ КАРТИ!
РЕФИНАНСИРАНЕ НА ИПОТЕКА
Леле! Виж. Искам да кажа, че всичко ще бъде просто ОК.
Всичко ще си бъде наред.
А сега какво? -Какаво ли?
С толкова много пари, можем да си направим парти.
Това е страхотно! Сега ми се изясни. Когато се прибера,
ще оправя всичко.
Надявам се само, че Мечта/кучето/ е ОК.
Бен Бернанки.
Ще те хвана хубавецо!
Та сигурен съм, че е наред.
Пиши му го на сметката и бакшиш за тебе.
Чакай малко Хартман, хрумна ми нещо.
Щом аз получих пари от банката, а банката ги е взела от федералния резерв...
Продължавай...
...тогава от къде федералния резерв са вземи техните пари?
Беше ми приятно, дами. Много приятно.
Извинете, ще взема за малко тези.
Хардман, защо нося горнище на бански и обирджийски костюм?
Защото на никой не е позволено да влиза във федералния резерв.
Нито ти, нито аз, нито никой американски гражданин,
нито избраните членове на конгреса, върховния съд...
Не и на върховния съд!? -Дори и на върховния съд!
Не и на министерството на правосъдието, ЦРУ, разознаването, ФБР, ATF, BTE, NBC...
НЕ, дори и на Б-О-Г!
Как така, на правителството не му е позволено да влиза в собствената си сграда?
Правителството? Причтелче, федераният резерв е частна банка,
притежавана от частни акционери. Не се оставяй, думата "федерален" да те заблуди!
Това място е толкова "федерално", колкото е Федерал Експрес.
Частна банка!?
Но... Частна!?
Не говори толкова силно, приятел.
Федерален резерв. Итън е на телефона.
Хей Итън, Бил е. От Първа Национална Банка.
Здравей Бил, как си?
Добре, добре, но малко ни привършват парите. -Няма проблем. Колко?
Ами как ти звучат 20 милиона?
КАКВО!?
Отлично. Ще ви ги изпратим още сутринта.
Чакай. Може ли просто така да се обади и да си поиска още пари и да му ги дадат?
Не, приятел. Федералния резерв, не дава пари. Той ги дава на заем!
Банките тряба да се изплатят, заедно с лихва.
Хайде, трябва да върви. -Чакай, чакай. Не разбирам.
От къде федералният резерв си взема парите. Нали са частна банка?
Ти каза, че са частна банка, нали? Кой им дава пари на тях?
МОНЕТЕН ДВОР
Монетния двор. Мел е на телефона. -Здравей Мел.
Първа национална има нужда от още 20 милиона.
Итън, печатните машини работят на пълна пара.
Трябва да продължим да правим заеми. Трябва да се движат парите.
Добре. Ти си от федералния резерв. Както кажеш.
ОЩЕ 20 МИЛИОНА. ДО СУТРИНТА.
Ама не разбирам. Какво му е грешното на това, че печатат пари?
Защото е противоконституционно!
Държавната хазна би трябвало да създава парите ни. Но сега федералния резерв
контролира печатането на пари на Америка.
Никой не получава и пукнат долар, без да го е напечатал федералния резерв.
Е, и?
Печатат пари, които после заемат на правителството, срещу лихва,
а правителството те облага с данъци, за да плати лихвата.
Събуди се, приятел! -Хайде де. Не виждам какъв е проблема!
Знаеш ли, приятел? Прав си.
Чакай малко. Така ли?
Да. Забравил съм, колко ефективни са в това, да те държат в невежество.
Хей, не съм невежа!
Знаеш ли изобщо какво е това нещо - "пари"?
10 ВЕК
Много, много отдавна, хората ползвали бартер.
Разменяли неща, които имали, срещу други неща, които искали.
Разменям малините си, за един от тези пайове.
Не ти ща малините.
О. Ама това са сладки малини.
Не са сладки. Стари са, а аз не харесвам малини.
Дай ми този пай! -Не.
Както виждаш, тази ситуация, създавала определени проблеми.
Тогава, един ден, златар, се появил и казал:
Вижте. Всеки мисли, че златото е ценно. Защо не, всеки да разменя злато,
в замяна на нещата които иска.
Цената, вече се определяла в злато и така било по лесно да се търгува,
защото хората можели да разменят злато, срещу всичко от което имали нужда.
Хартмън. Леле. Виж всичкото това злато!
Хей, хей... Спрете го. Това е моето злато!
Проклети крадци!
Хей, приятелче, аз имам трезор и охранители. Мога да ти пазя златото, срещу скромна такса.
Да, разбира се. Това би било страхотно.
Ето така приятелче, първите банки правели пари.
Ето причтел, дължа ти /IOU/ сто златни монети.
ОК, супер. -Върни се по всяко време,
за да си получиш златото, ако ти трябва. То ще е тук и ще те чака.
В МОЯТ ТРЕЗОР!
В момента държиш първите книжи пари, приятелче.
Леле. Това е страхотно. Всичко сега звучи логично.
Да, точно така. Било е добре и всеки започнал да използва IOU-та,
защото всеки знаел, че IOU е същото, като да имаш злато.
Леле. Това шоколадче е на наистина добра цена. 1 IOU.
Ще си взема повечко, за по-късно.
ШОКОЛАД - 10 IOU
Хей, чакай малко. Нали беше 1 IUO, но 10 за един шоколад?
Не може просто така да си повишават цените!
О, сладкарят може.
Чакай. Това е дяволски грешно.
Налича се инфлация, приятел.
Тя кара твоите IOU-та да струват, все по-млако и по-малко,
докато не се стопят до нищо.
Доларът не е това, което е бил преди.
И сега трябва да работя повече, за да изкарвам по-малко?
Това не е честно!
О, ако мислиш, че това не е честно, направо ще харесаш следващата част.
Какво прави той?
ЗЛАТО - IOU
Как банките правят пари, приятел? -Чрез правене на повече заеми?
Да, точно така. Добър е.
Става така, че той започва да печати повече IOU-та, без да има златото,
заема ги на хората, срещу лихва, прави пари и никой не забелязва.
Освен ако...
Не стане така, че всеки си иска златото, по едно и също време.
Не, не , не, това си е моето злато.
Вече не.
За какво говориш? -Искам да откупя моите IOU-та, моля.
Много ви благодаря.
ОБЕДНА ПОЧИВКА
ИСКАМ СИ ЗЛАТОТО ОБРАТНО, СЕГА!
КРАДЕЦ, КРАДЕЦ!
Обичам банковите фалити. Обединяват хората.
Виждаш ли? Всички разбраха, че той краде. И всички си искаха обратно златото.
Но както виждаш. Няма никакво злато за взимане.
Хартман! -Не се притеснявай, приятел.
В тогавашното време, отмъщението, щеше да е твое.
На този свят има три неща, които не трябва да правиш.
Не се замесвай с жената на друг, не се ебаваш с егото на дург и най-важното -
не се ебаваш с парите на другите хора.
Иначе хората, ще започнат да се ебават с теб.
О, боже. Обесихте ли го?
О да, приятел. Бесили са ги. Бесили са ги на високо и знаеш ли защо?
Защото е бил крадец? -Защото, приятел, се родило зло изобретение.
Човекът открил, как да превръща, безполезната хартия в злато.
Така била изобретена голямата машина, за ограбване на истинските пари и
поробването на нациите.
Живо е!
Ох, моля те. Само драматизираш. Искам да кажа, изгубих си къщата, но...
Какво е това? -Ядрена електроцентрала?
Да. Произвежда много електричество и малко замърсяване.
Изобретение за доброто на човечеството.
Добре, но какво общо има това с... -3, 2...
Ядрената енергия. Откритие, по-мощно от всичко виждано до сега.
Може да се използва за добро или за зло.
И сега, за разлика от Айнщайн, откритията на златарите се пазят в дълбока тайна.
Никога не трябва да го виждаш.
Това откритие се нарича - банкиране, чрез частични парични резерви.
В погрешните ръце, то е по-мощно от ядрена бомба, способна да унищожи цяла нация.
Не, не, не... -Време е да спрем тази зла тайна
и хората зад нея... -Нелепо е...
...преди да е разрушила Америка за винаги.
Повярвай ми, приятел!
Не, не , не, просто си искам кучето.
Мамка му. Това е. Отказвам се. Живей в окови.
Не, Хартман, дървото на свободата трябва да бъде напоявано от време на време,
с кръвта на патриоти и тирани.
Томъс Джеферсън!?
Г-н Президент, как да го накарам да разбере?
Така както ние, синко. Бъди бдителен.
Твърде много хора скриха истината и лъжата за нашата свобода, избелява
с всеки изминал ден.
Бързо. Вземете моя кон. Покажи му!
Чакай. Да ми покажеш, какво? Къде отиваме?
О, къде сме?
Битката при Ватерло. Дръж се, трябва да преминем.
Машината за пари. Ето я.
Хей, ама това едни и същи хора ли са?
Богат немски банкер криещ се зад флага на Червения Щит. Те финансирали и двете страни.
Трявба да побързаме!
Ето го пратеник на Червения Щит. Застреляй го.
Не, няма да стрелям по никого.
Мамлка му. -Какво!?
Той ще извести всички, с лошите новини, че Наполеон печели войната.
Банкерите на Червения Щит в Лондон, представили ситуацията, всякаш Англия е обречена,
и започнали да продават английски акции.
Англичаните започнали да разпродават масово, за да се оттърват от нищо не струващите
английски пари.
Но... Англичаните спечелиха воната.
Разбирасе, че победиха.
Това било измам от страна на Червения Щит.
Те изчакали докато акциите се сринат до жълти стотинки и след това изкупили Англия,
почти на безценица.
Какво? Не е възможно.
Когато английските лидери разбрали, те нямали друг изход, освен да се предадат
на Червения Щит. Парите им били изчезнали. Били роби на военния дълг на Червения Щит.
По това време, англичаните плащали данъците си, директно на частните банкери
на Червения Щит, но хората нямали никаква представа за това.
Но банкерите се хвалели с това което били направили.
Смеели се ни се през цялото време.
НЕЙТЪН РОТШИЛД
Това е най-добрата сделка която съм правил.
Ако мога да контролирам богатството на една нация, не ме интересува, кой прави законите.
О, значи това е, което Джеферсън искаше да ми покажеш?
Не, приятел. ВИЖ!
И в Америка ги има също!?
Банките на Червения Щит са тук приятел и търсят начин за да покорят
американската ни мечта.
Мечтата която ти имаш, приятел. Мечтата да бъдеш свободен!
Опитвали са се да превземат страната ни много пъти, но са се провалали,
защото Джеферсън и други патриоти, били решени да спрат злите тирани на всяка цена.
С Божията воля, той не оставил банкерите да спечелят.
За да запазим независимостта си, не бива да оставяме владетелите си
да ни засипват с безкрайни дългове.
Т. ДЖЕФЕРСЪН НАИСТИНА КАЗВА ТЕЗИ ДУМИ...
Трябва да изберем, между икономията и свободата или изобилието и робството.
Поставям икономията, сред първите и най-важни достойнства на републиката,
а публичният дълг, сред най-страшните опасности, от които да се пазим!
Дълг на всяко следващо поколение е да плаща собствените си дългове, както е редно!
Трябва да имам централна банка, за да подсигурим финансите на тази страна!
Ако американският народ, позволи някога, на частни банки да контролират издаването
на парите им, първо чрез инфлация, а после и чрез дефлация, то банките и корпорациите,
разстящи покрай тях ще лишат хората от собственост, докато техните деца
не се събудят бездомни, на същия този континент, завладян от бащите им!
Джеферсън, ти си луд. Тази страна, ще има централна банка.
Кой е този? -Първият финансов секретар на Америка.
Александър Хамилтън? -Не за дълго.
Ерън Бър. Вицепрезидентът на Т. Джеферсън.
С първия ни секретар, не се отнесли много "любезно".
Добър изтрел Бър.
Първият опит на центраната банка, издържал само 20 години, след което бил свален.
Но банкерите опитали отново да застанат срещу "старото куче" Андрю Джаксън.
Вие сте свърталище на змии и крадци.
Възнамерявам да ви открия и с помощта на Всемогъщият Бог, ще го направя!
След един неуспешен опит за покушение,
Джаксън най-накрая успява да победи банката през 1836г.
Когато го попитали, кое е най-великото му постижение, той отговори:
УБИХ БАНКАТА!
И това били последните му думи - УБИХ БАНКАТА.
И с истинските пари, подкрепени с истинско злато, нацията ни претърпява най-големия бум
в историята на всички нации. Било е прекрасно, приятел.
Но банкерите, алчни за повече пари и власт изготвяли най-амбициозният си план:
Веднъж и за винаги да имат контрола финансите на Съединените Щати.
През 1918г. се състояла тайна среща в имението на J. P. Morgan на о-в Джекил, Джорджия.
Тази среща била толкова тайна и толкова скрита за правителството и публиката,
че десетимата участници използвали кодови имена.
Добре, очевидно аз съм на-богатия, така че аз ще съм този,
който да ръководи супер тайната централна банка.
Аз притежавам всичкия петрол на Америка. Аз съм по-богат отколкото ти някога ще бъдеш, Хула.
Аз би трябвало да управлявам супер тайната централна банка.
Ти си нищо в сравнение с мен. Аз ще ръководя, тайната банка.
ТИШИНА!
Върховни водачо, не знаех, че ще бъдете тк.
Не съм тук, нито пък ти, тъпако.
О, да. Ясно, ясно...
Толкова е умен.
Никой от вас, нянама да управлява банката.
В нималото се проваляхме, защото бяхме открити.
Сега, ключът към успеха е в потайността, а хората трябва да повярват, че те управляват банката.
Да, брилянтно!
Тайна атака. И какъв е планът?
Първо създаваме паника. След което им показваме решение.
С хората си в офисите и добре планираното си време, ще имаме нашата централна банка.
Така хората ще мислят, че е тяхна. Ще я наречем Федерална. Федералният резерв.
Нанесли удара си на 23 декември 1913г.
Докато повечето ни конгресмени, се наслаждавали на коледен пай тези копелета...
...искам да кажа, банкери, представили предателския си законопроект
на новоизбраният си съучастник - Удроу Уилсън, който се съгласил да го подпише
преди още да бъде избран, дори.
Почакай малко. Данъчната служба/IRS/? Мислех си, че винаги сме ги имали.
Не, приятел. Причиниха ни и това също.
Федералния резерв сега има изключителната власт да печати парите в Америка.
Те дават на заем тези пари на нашите банки и правителството, срещу лихва,
поставяйки пряка задлъжнялост върху собствените ни пари и давайки още и още,
като всеки следващ напечатан долар се обезценява повече и повече.
Весела коледа!
Какво по дяволите е това?
Това, приятел, е начинът, правителството ни да си върне дълговете и лихвите.
Данъците ти не отиват в правителството. -Така ли?
Това е най-голямата кражба в човешката история.
Но... ОК, разбирам какво се опитваш да кажеш, но всичко е толкова объркващо
и не виждам как това се отразява на мене.
Ако имах повече пари, това нямаше да се случи.
1955-та? Какво правим тук?
О, само малко пазаруване.
Ето дръж това. Галон бензин - 23 цента.
Пощенска марка - 3 цента.
Унция злато - 35 долара.
А тази мадама - безценна!
По-добре да се връщаме.
Хей Хардман, искам си колата човече!
ААа, тва не беше ли Майкъл Дж... -Да, всичко е наред.
Така. Съгласен ли си, че сега имаш същите неща, които имаше и пред 1955-та?
Да. Една марка. Един галон бензин. Унция злато и една къща.
Леле. Току що направихме много пари!
Трябва да си плащаш данъците.
Тогава е хубаво като направиш много пари.
Чакай. Това изобщо не е честно.
Сега реално имам по-малко пари. Дори не мога да си купя нещата, които току що продадох.
Данъчните и инфлацията на Федерлания резерв, работат заедно.
Не облагат само приходите. Облагат собствената си инфлация.
Не си по-богат отколкото си бил през 1955г.
Това звучи ли ти справедливо или Американско?
Да, но все пак. Всеки мрази данъците. Аз така или иначе мразя данъчните.
Колкото по-голяма направят инфлацията, толкова повече от парите ти ще вземат.
Това е кражба. Не плащаш данъци върху повече пари, а върху същото което си имал
и накрая се оказва, че имаш по-малко.
Отнемат ни собствеността точно пред очите ни точно както каза Т. Джеферсън.
Какво е това!?
Бързо, подай ми меч.
Какъв меч?
Не се нуждаем от тебе, банкова машино. Осъждам те на смърт, мамка му.
Умри!
Приятел, Бернанки на девет часа от мен. Повали го!
В целият свят, сме изправени пред монолитна и безмилостна конспирация,
разчитаща на скрити начини, за разширяване сферата си на влияние.
Какво става? Къде съм?
Вярвам, че сега разбираш добре, приятел, но се страхуваш.
Дж. Ф. Кенеди. Хартман, какво общо има това с моята къща и кучето ми?
ОК, достатъчно. Искам да се прибера.
Това е последния президент, изправил се пред Федералния резерв.
Трябва да го видиш.
На 4 юни 1963г. президентът Кенеди, подписва изпълнителна раазпоредба - 11110.
Тази разпоредба, дава правото на държавната хазна да издава истински пари,
без участието на федералния резерв.
Щеше да проработи.
Планът на Кенеди да разглоби, федералната машина за пари, бе приведен в действие.
Шест месеца по-късно, Джон Ф. Кенеди отпътувал за Далас и никога не се завърнал.
Не е възможно! Няма начин да направят това.
Новият президент Линдън Джонсън отхвърля разпоредбата на Кенеди.
От времето на Дж. Ф. К. никой президент не се осмелява да се изправи
срещу тайните сили зад федералния резерв.
Консолидират се в по-големи и по-големи банки. Печата повече и повече пари,
без да отговарят пред никого.
Погубват богатството на нацията за благото на малцина.
Защо? Защо го правят? Ако нараняват нас, нараняват и глобалните банки също.
Не. Те имат протекции. Твърде голями са за да се провалят.
Но аз не съм!
Аз тези копелета.
Копелета са всичките!
Денат бе студен.
Вятарът силен и пронизващ.
Но ние бяхме решени!
Банкерите и техните паразити бяха многократно повече от нас,
но тяхната надменност ги правеше слаби.
Не като нас. Не като тази група безсмърти, която сме събрали.
Дойдохме за да вземем обдатно нашите...
Ако се загубиш, обади се на Хартмън.
Хартмън, това да не е... -Кучето ми.
О, мамка му.
Тогава се случи неизбежното.
Кралете на парите не можеше да ни игнорират вече.
Изпратиха посланник.
Малко болтче в машината от алчност, която да ни постави в подчинение.
Ханк Полсън.
Хартмън. Това е богохулство. Ние притежаваме всички краища на планетата.
Безмислено е да ни предизвикваш.
О, виждал съм този поглед и преди. Погледът на хищник дебнещ плячката си.
Дързък, безстрашен. Погледът на свободен човек.
Стига далече Хартман. Най-далече от всички.
Бъди умен сега. Присъедини се към нас. Ще ти дадем пари, власт.
Всичко което пожелаеш. Ще бъдеш един от нас, ако КОЛЕНИЧИШ!
Лудост. Ти си луд!
Предлагаме ти всичко. Какво си мислиш че е това?
ТОВА Е АМЕРИКА!
Този, който жертва свободата заради сигурността, не заслужава нито едно от двете. Бенджамин Франклин
(Verkauft)
(Zu verkaufen)
(Bankgeschäfte wie Familie!)
(Kredit)
(Pile unterzeichnet Kreditvertrag)
[Hund bellt]
[Bremsen quietschen]
[Hintergrundstimme] Der amerikanische Traum.
Es gibt einen Grund, weshalb er einen Traum genannt wird.
[Hahn kräht] [Mann] Wer ist da?
[Hintergrundstimme] Cock-a-doodle-do, Pile!
[Klopfen] (Zwangsversteigert)
[Pile] Nein, nein, nein, nein!
Ich habe kein Geld mehr!
Meine Arbeit ist gerade echt Scheiße! Bitte!
Nächsten Monat habe ich mehr Geld!
(Bank)
Sie können mir nicht mein Haus wegnehmen!
[Bankangestellter] Ist das Ihre Unterschrift? (Von Pile unterzeichneter Kreditvertrag)
[Hund heult]
[Pile] Also gut, aber bitte sagen Sie mir, dass wir da was regeln, okay?
Ich meine, Sie haben gesagt, dass ich kreditwürdig bin, nicht?
Heh, warten Sie! Mein Hund ist da drin!
Nein, nehmen Sie mir nicht meinen Traum weg! [Er heult]
Oh, wie ist das passiert?
[Explosion und Raketenlärm]
(ZEIT ABGELAUFEN)
Hartman? Bist du das?
[Hartman] Die vierte Klasse ist lange her.
(Vierte Klasse)
[Pile] Ist das eine Zeitmaschine?
[Hartman] Meine außergewöhnlichen Fertigkeiten gehen dich nichts an.
Steig einfach ein. Wir haben nicht viel Zeit.
[Pile] Aber ich muss runter zur Bank, um mein Leben zurück zu bekommen.
Sie haben mir alles weggenommen!
[Hartman] Oh! Die Bank wird dir jetzt nicht helfen.
Schau in den Kofferraum.
Das sind zwei Kugeln. Schnall sie dir an, du wirst sie brauchen.
[Pile] Wirst du meinen Traum zurück holen?
[Hartman] Nein, Pile, du wirst es tun. Ich bin hier, um dir zu zeigen wie.
(E = mc²)
(Winter 2006)
[Hartman] Eingereicht für Ihre Genehmigung: 1. First National Bank.
Was ist eine Bank, fragst du?
Ein seltsamer Ort, an dem sowohl Raum, Zeit, als auch Ironie existieren —
— und zugleich nicht.
[Pile] Wirst du das die ganze Zeit machen?
[Hartman] Pass auf, Pile.
Beweisstück A: die Leute, die gekommen sind, um ihr verdientes Geld einzuzahlen und sicher aufzubewahren.
Beweisstück B: die Leute, die dieses Geld für unbekannte Zwecke ausleihen müssen.
[Pile] Heh, das bin ich! (Nicht so erstklassig)
[Hartman] Ergo.
Beweisstück C: die Bank hat nur eine gewisse Mange Geld im Tresor, das sie an Leute wie dich ausleihen kann.
[Pile] Heh! Heh, das ist der Typ! Der hat mir mein Haus weggenommen!
[Hartman] Du runinierst mir echt die Stimmung hier, Pile.
Raum-Zeit-Kontinuum: er kann dich nicht hören. Lass mich einfach erzählen.
Nun, wo war ich?
Also, du siehst, als du an die Reihe kamst, Pile, hatte seine Bank kein Geld mehr.
[Pile] Aber er hat mir eine Menge Geld gegeben und jede Menge Zinsen verlangt.
[Hartman] Ja, das ist der einzige Weg für die Banken, Geld zu verdienen,
indem sie Schuldkredite vergeben: Schulden sind Geld, Pile. (SCHULDEN = GELD)
Merk dir das: Schulden sind Geld.
Je mehr Kredite sie vergeben, desto mehr Geld verdienen sie.
[Pile] Aber wenn sie kein Geld haben, woher kam dann mein Geld?
[Hartman] Tritt einen Schritt zurück. (FED — US-Bundesbank)
[Pile] Boah! Nicht wahr!
[Hartman] Doch wahr. Und das ist nichts.
[Bankangestellter] Hallo, Kumpel! Ein bisschen Geld gefällig?
(BUM — Obdachloser)
[Pile, außerhalb des Bildes] Das haben sie nicht gemacht!?
[Hartman] Oh doch, genau das haben sie gemacht, Pile.
Merk dir: Banken verdienen Geld, indem sie Kredite vergeben, Schulden verkaufen, sogar an —
nicht kreditwürdige Risiken.
[Bankangestellter] Hallo! Nimm etwas Geld mit, Kumpel!
Nur hier unterschreiben.
[Pile] Ach du lieber …!
[Hartman] Mmm! Sie nannten es Geld gratis.
[Pile] Ja, das ist genau das, was MEIN Kreditheini sagte: Geld gratis! (Von Pile unterschriebener Kreditvertrag)
[Hartman] Aber es ist nicht gratis!
Das Schlimmste daran ist, dass sie den Leuten Geld angeboten haben, die es gar nicht brauchen. (Dein Hintern gehört uns!)
Leuten, Pile, wie dir! (Magazin Neues Heim — Neue Bankangebote)
[Transporter hupt] (Bankgeschäfte wie Familie!)
[Pile] Du hast recht! Ich brauchte ihn nicht: ich war glücklich hier.
Ich brauchte es nicht! (Magazin Neues Heim — Neue Bankangebote)
(Bankgeschäfte wie Familie!)
[Pile] Warum ist er traurig? Er verdient doch das ganze Geld.
[Hartman] Pssst! Er denkt nach.
[Uhr tickt]
[Hartman] Jetzt warte ab, jetzt warte ab…
Bingo!
Schau, die Bank hat jedem in der Stadt etwas geliehen.
Aber um mehr Geld zu verdienen, müssen sie noch mehr verleihen.
[Pile] Mehr? Wieviel Geld brauchen sie?
[Hartman] Mehr…
[Pile ruft] Was ist das?
[Hartman] Sieh an! Ein schwarzes Pferd, das ausreitet… Kreditkarten!
(Refinanzieren Sie Ihr Haus!!!)
[Pile] Wow! Sieh mal! Ich meine, es wird gut werden, alles wird gut werden.
Was nun?
[Hartman] Nun? Pile, mit dem ganzen Geld könnten wir genausogut feiern gehen.
[Musik spielt…]
[Pile] Boah ey, das ist großartig! Ich musste meinen Kopf frei bekommen.
Wenn ich zurück komme, werde ich das alles zurecht biegen.
Ich hoffe nur, Traum ist in Ordnung.
[Jaulen]
[Bellen]
[Hexer] Ich werde dich kriegen, mein Schöner.
[Pile] Ja, das wird er, da bin ich mir sicher.
[Rülpsen]
[Hartman] Ja, schreib es auf seine Rechnung. Ein kleines bisschen für dich selbst…
Warte.
[Pile] Weißt du, warte mal eine Sekunde, Hartman, mir ist gerade was eingefallen.
Wenn ich dieses Geld von der Bank bekommen habe
und die Bank es aus den Müllwagen der Bundesbank bekommen hat —
[Hartman] Weiter.
[Pile] Woher bekommt dann die Bundesbank ihr Geld?
[Glas zerbricht]
[Hartman] Eine wirklich schöne Zeit, meine Damen, wirklich schön.
Entschuldigung, wenn ich die hier ausleihe. [Frauen kreischen]
[Pile] Sag mal, Hartman, warum trage ich ein Bikini-Top eines Einbrechers?
[Hartman] Weil niemand in die Bundesbank rein darf.
Nicht du, nicht ich, kein US-Bürger,
keines unserer rechtmäßig gewählten Kongressmitgleider,
nicht der oberste Gerichtshof.
[Pile] Nicht der oberste Gerichtshof?
[Hartman] Nicht der oberste Gerichtshof.
Nicht das Justizministerium, nicht die CIA, DIA, FBI, ATF, ATE, NBC,
nicht einmal G-O-T-T.
[Klopfen]
[Pile] Wie kommt es, dass die Regierung nicht ihr eigenes Gebäude betreten darf?
[Hartman] Regierung? Pile, die Bundesbank ist eine Privatbank mit privaten Anteilseignern.
Lass dich von dem Namen »Bundesbank« NICHT täuschen.
Dieser Ort ist ungefähr so bundeseigen wie Federal Express.
[Pile] Ei-ei-eine Privatbank?
Aber, privat?
[Hartman, leise] Pssst.
Am besten sprichst du leise, Pile.
[Telefon klingelt]
[Ethan] Hier spricht Ethan, Bundesbank.
[Bill] Hallo Ethan, Bill hier, First National.
[Ethan] Hallo Bill, wie gehts?
[Bill] Gut, gut, uns wird ein bisschen das Geld knapp.
[Ethan] Kein Problem. Wieviel braucht ihr?
[Bill] Wie klingen 20 Millionen?
[Pile, laut] Was?
[Ohrfeige]
[Ethan] Ausgezeichnet. Wir bringen es gleich morgen früh vorbei.
[Pile] Warte mal, er kann einfach die Bundesbank anrufen und nach mehr Geld fragen
und sie geben ihm, was immer sie wollen?
[Hartman] Nein, Pile. Die Bundesbank gibt den Banken kein Geld.
Die Bundesbank leiht den Banken Geld.
[Aufschlag]
[Hartman] Die Banken müssen es mit Zinsen zurück zahlen.
Komm weiter, Zeit zu gehen.
[Pile] Halt, halt, halt, halt, ich verstehe das noch immer nicht.
Woher bekommt die Bundesbank ihr Geld? Ich meine, wenn sie eine Privatbank ist.
Du hast gesagt, sie wäre eine Privatbank, nicht?
Gut, also wer zahlt Geld in die Bundesbank ein?
(US-GELDPRESSE)
[Telefon klingelt]
[Mal] Hier spricht Mal, Geldpresse der Vereinigten Staaten.
[Ethan] Hallo Mal, First National braucht mal wieder 20 Millionen.
[Mal] Die Pressen laufen schon auf Volldampf hier, Ethan.
[Ethan] Wir müssen weiter Kredite vergeben, das Geld muss weiter fließen.
[Mal] Also gut, ihr seid die Bundesbank. Ganz wie ihr wünscht.
Weitere 20 Millionen, morgen früh!
[Sirene heult]
[Pile] Aber ich verstehe das nicht, was ist so falsch daran, dass die Bundesbank Geld druckt?
[Hartman] Weil es verfassungswidrig ist, Pile!
Unser Finanzministerium soll unser Geld herstellen,
aber jetzt kontrolliert die Bundesbank die Herstellung von Amerikas Geld.
Niemand bekommt auch nur einen verdammten Dollar, den die Bundesbank nicht gedruckt hat.
[Pile] Und?
[Hartman] Sie drucken das Geld, dann leihen sie es der Regierung,
dann verlangen sie von der Regierung Zinsen,
dann erhebt die Regierung Steuern, damit du sie bezahlst.
Wach auf, Pile!
[Pile] Ich sehe nicht, wo das große Problem ist.
[Hartman] Weißt du, du hast recht, Pile.
[Pile] Einen Moment, warte. Ich habe recht?
[Hartman] Ja, ich vergaß, wie erfolgreich sie dich unwissend halten.
[Pile] Ja, das ist gut —
Heh! Ich bin nicht unwissend!
[Hartman] Weißt du überhaupt, was Geld ist, Pile?
[10. Jahrhundert]
[Pasteten]
[Hartman] Vor langer, langer Zeit, als Menschen Tauschhandel trieben,
tauschten sie Dinge, die sie hatten, gegen Dinge, die sie haben wollten.
Ich tausche meine Himbeeren gegen deine Lammpastete, Pile.
[Pile] Ich will deine Beeren nicht.
[Hartman] Ach komm, Pile, das sind süße Beeren.
[Pile] Die sind nicht süß, die sind alt und ich mag keine Beeren.
[Hartman] Her mit der Pastete!
[Pile] Nein!
[Hartman] Wie du siehst, führte diese Tauschhandelssituation zu einigen Problemen.
Dann, eines Tages, kam ein Goldschmied daher und sagte:
»Nun, alle denken, Gold sei wertvoll,
warum also tauschen nicht alle Gold gegen Dinge, die sie brauchen?«
[Freudenschreie]
Der Preis für Gold wurde festgelegt und nun war es sehr einfach, Handel zu treiben,
weil die Leute nun Gold gegen all die Dinge eintauschen konnten, die sie brauchten.
[Pile] Hartman! Wow, schau mal, all mein Gold!
[Räuber kichert böse]
[Pile] Heh! Heh, haltet sie! Das ist mein Gold!
[Hartman] Verdammte Diebe.
[Ethan] Sag mal, Pile,
ich habe einen Tresor und einige Wachen.
Ich kann dein Gold für dich sicher aufbewahren.
Für eine kleine Gebühr.
[Pile] Ja, sicher, das wäre großartig.
[Hartman] Du siehst, Pile, so hat die erste Bank Geld verdient.
[Ethan] Hier, Pile, ein Schuldschein über 100 Goldmünzen.
[Pile] Okay, super!
[Ethan] Komm wieder, wann immer du willst, um dein Gold wieder auszulösen.
Es wird gleich hier sein —
in meinem Tresor.
[Hartman] Du hältst nun das erste Papiergeld in Händen, Pile.
[Pile] Wow, das ist großartig. Es macht alles Sinn.
[Hartman] Oh, das ist richtig. Es war gut
und alle fingen an, Schuldscheine zu benutzen,
denn alle wussten, dass Schuldscheine so gut wie Gold waren.
(Schokolade $1)
[Pile] Wow, diese Sußigkeit hat einen richtig guten Preis.
1 Schuldschein, ich nehme noch mehr mit für später.
(Schokolade $10)
Warte mal eine Sekunde, die kostete gerade nur 1 Schuldschein.
10 Schuldscheine für Schokolade?
Er kann doch nicht einfach so die Preise erhöhen!
[Hartman] Oh doch, der Süßwarenhändler kann das.
[Musik spielt]
[Hartman] ♪Oh doch, der Süßwarenhändler kann das!♪
[Pile] Halt, das ist doch total falsch!
(Wasser $20)
(Wasser $200) [Hartman] Das nennt man Inflation, Pile.
Es verringert den Wert deiner Schuldscheine mehr und mehr,
bis sie nichts mehr wert sind.
Weniger fürs Geld, der Dollar ist nicht mehr was er mal war.
[Pile] Aber ich habe hart gearbeitet und alle diese Pasteten gebacken.
Muss ich jetzt mehr arbeiten, um weniger zu verdienen?
Das ist nicht fair.
[Hartman] Oh, wenn du glaubst, das sei nicht fair,
wirst du den nächsten Teil lieben.
(Sold)
(For Sale)
(Bank like family!)
(Loan)
(Pile signs loan contract)
[Dog barks]
[Brakes screech]
[Off voice] The American Dream.
There's a reason to call it a dream.
[cock cries] [Man] Who's there?
[Off voice] Cockadoodledo, Pile!
[knocking] (Foreclosed)
[Pile] No, no, no, no no!
I don't have any more money!
My job sucks right now, please!
I'll have more money next month!
(Bank)
You can't take my house!
[Banker] Is that your signature? (Loan contract signed Pile)
[Dog whines]
[Pile] OK, just tell me we'll work something out, OK?
I mean you said I'm a good credit guy, right?
Hey, wait! My dog is in there!
No, don't take my Dream! [He weeps]
Oh, how did this happen?
[Explosion and flare noise]
(OUTATIME)
Hartman? Is that you?
[Hartman] It's been a long time since the fourth grade.
(4th Grade)
[Pile] Is that a time machine?
[Hartman] There's no need to concern yourself with my astounding accomplishments.
Just get in. There's not much time.
[Pile] Well, I got to go down to the bank to get my life back.
They took everything!
[Hartman] Oh! Bank ain't gonna help you now.
Towel in the trunk.
It's a set of balls. Put them on, you're going to need them.
[Pile] You're going to get my dream back?
[Hartman] No, pal: you are. I'm here to show you how.
(E=mc squared)
(Winter of 2006)
[Hartman] Submitted for your approval: 1. First National Bank.
What is a bank, you ask?
A curious place where both space, time and irony exist -
- and yet, don't.
[Pile] Are you going to be doing that the whole time?
[Hartman] Pay attention, Pile.
Exhibit A: those who have come to deposit and safely store their earned monies.
Exhibit B: Those who need to borrow said money for purposes unknown.
[Pile] Hey, that's me! (Not so prime)
[Hartman] Ergo.
Exhibit C: The bank only has so much money in the vault to lend out to people such as you.
[Pile] Hey! Hey, that's the guy! He took my house!
[Hartman] Really screwing my vibe here, Pile.
Space-time continuum: he can't hear you. Just let me narrate.
Now where was I?
So you see, by the time he got to you, Pile, his bank was out of money.
[Pile] But he gave me lots of money and charged me a lot of interest.
[Hartman] Yes: that's the only way banks make money,
by making debt loans: debt equals money, Pile. (DEBT=MONEY)
Remember that: debt equals money.
The more loans they make, the more money they make.
[Pile] But if they don't have any money, then where did my money come from?
[Hartman] You're going to want to take a step back. (FED)
[Pile] Whoa! No way!
[Hartman] Yes way. And that's nothing.
[Banker] Hey, buddy! Need some money?
(BUM)
[Pile, offscreen] They didn't do that!?
[Hartman] Oh, they did exactly that, pal.
Remember: banks make money by making loans, by selling debt, even to -
bad credit risks.
[Banker] Yo! Have some money, dude!
Just sign here.
[Pile] Oh my gosh!
[Hartman] Mmm! They called it free money.
[Pile] Yeah! That's exactly what MY loan guy told me: free money! (Loan contract signed Pile)
[Hartman] But it ain't free!
The worst part was offering money to people who don't even need it. (We own your ass!)
People, Pal, like you. (New Home Magazine - New Bank Offers)
[Van honks] (Bank like family!)
[Pile] You're right! I didn't need him: I was happy here.
I didn't need it! (New Home Magazine - New Bank Offers)
(Bank Like Family)
[Pile] Why is he sad? He's making all that money.
[Hartman] Shh. He's thinking.
[Clock ticking]
[Hartman] Now wait for it, now wait for it...
Bingo!
See, the bank has loaned to everyone in town.
But to make more money they have to loan even more.
[Pile] More? How much money do they need?
[Hartman] More...
[Pile yells] What's that?
[Hartman] Behold! A black horse riding: credit cards.
(Refinance your home!!!)
[Pile] Wow! Look! I mean it's going to be okay, everything is going to be okay.
What now?
[Hartman] Now? Pile, with all this money, we might as well party.
[Music plays...]
[Pile] Woahao, this is awesome! I needed to get my head clear.
When I get back I'm going to straighten all this out.
I just hope Dream is doing okay.
[Howling]
[Barking]
[Male witch] I'm going to get you, my pretty.
[Pile] Yup, he is. I'm sure he is.
[Burps]
[Hartman] Yeah, you put it on his tab. A little something for yourself.
Wait.
[Pile] You know, wait a second Hartman, I just thought of something.
If I got this money from the bank
and the bank got this money from the Federal Reserve dump trucks
[Hartman] Go on.
[Pile] Then, where does the Federal Reserve get their money?
[Glass breaks]
[Hartman] Real nice time ladies, real nice.
Excuse me while I borrow these. [Women screech]
[Pile] Say, Hartman. Why am I wearing a burglar bikini top?
[Hartman] Because no one is allowed inside the Fed.
Not you, nor me, no American citizen,
no duly elected member of our Congress,
not the Supreme Court
[Pile] Not the Supreme Court?
[Hartman] Not the Supreme Court.
Not the Justice Department, not the CIA, the DIA, FBI, ATF, ATENBC
not even G-O-D.
[Knocking]
[Pile] How come the government isn't allowed inside its own building?
[Hartman] Government? Pile, the Fed is a private bank, owned by private stockholders,
do NOT let the name "federal" fool you.
This place is about as federal as Federal Express.
[Pile] A-a-a private bank?
But, private?
[Hartman, quietly] Shh.
Best to keep your voice down Pile.
[Phone ringing]
[Ethan] This is Ethan, Federal Reserve.
[Bill] Hey Eth, Bill here, First National.
[Ethan] Hi there Bill, how are ya?
[Bill] Good, good, we're running a little low on money.
[Ethan] No problem. How much do you need?
[Bill] Oh, how does 20 million sound?
[Pile, loudly] What?
[Slaps]
[Ethan] Excellent. We'll ship it over first thing tomorrow.
[Pile] Wait, he can just call up the Fed and ask for more money
and they give him whatever they want?
[Hartman] No, Pile. The Fed don't give the banks money.
The Fed loans the banks money.
[Slams]
[Hartman] The banks have to pay it back with interest.
Come on, ...
[Pile] Wait wait wait wait, I still don't understand.
Where does the Fed get their money? I mean if they're a private bank.
You said they were a private bank, right?
Okay, so who puts money into the Fed bank?
(US MINT)
[Phone ringing]
[Mal] This is Mal, United States Mint.
[Ethan] Hiya Mal, First National needs another 20 millies.
[Mal] We're already running the press at full steam here Ethan.
[Ethan] Gotta keep making loans, gotta keep the money flowing.
[Mal] All right, you're the Fed. Whatever you guys say.
Twenty million more, by morning!
[Horn blowing]
[Pile] But I don't get it, what's so wrong about the Fed printing money?
[Hartman] Because it's unconstitutional, Pile!
Our Treasury is supposed to create our money
but now the Fed controls the printing of Americas money.
Nobody gets a friggin' dollar that the Fed didn't print.
[Pile] So?
[Hartman] They print the money, then they loan it to the government
then they charge the government interest,
then the government taxes you to pay for it.
Wake up Pile!
[Pile] I don't see what the big deal is.
[Hartman] You know, you're right Pile.
[Pile] Wait a minute, wait, I am?
[Hartman] Yeah, I forget how effective they are at keeping you ignorant.
[Pile] Well that's okay -
Hey! I'm not ignorant!
[Hartman] Do you even know what money is, Pile?
[10th Century]
[Pies]
[Hartman] In the long, long ago, people bartered:
they traded things they had, for things they wanted.
I'll trade you my raspberries for that there pot pie.
[Pile] I don't want your berries.
[Hartman] Come on, Pile, they're sweet berries.
[Pile] They're not sweet, they're old, and I don't like berries.
[Hartman] Give me that pot pie!
[Pile] No.
[Hartman] As you can see, this bartering situation created some problems.
Then one day, a goldsmith walked up and said,
"Now, everybody thinks gold is valuable,
so why doesn't everyone trade gold for things they need?"
[Cheering]
The price was set for gold and now it was very easy to conduct commerce
because now people could trade gold for all the things they needed.
[Pile] Hartman! Wow, look at all my gold!
[Robber snickers evilly]
[Pile] Hey! Hey, stop them! That's my gold!
[Hartman] Damn thieves.
[Ethan] Say there, Pile
I've got a vault and some guards.
I can keep your gold safe for you.
For a small fee.
[Pile] Yeah, sure, that'd be awesome.
[Hartman] You see Pile, this is how the first bank made money.
[Ethan] There you go Pile, I.O.U 100 gold coins.
[Pile] Okay, great!
[Ethan] Come back anytime and redeem your gold when you want it.
It will be right here-
in my vault.
[Hartman] Now you're holding the very first paper money Pile.
[Pile] Wow, this is great. It all makes sense.
[Hartman] Oh, that's right, it was good,
and everybody started using "I.O.U"
because everybody knew the I.O.U was as good as gold.
(Chocolate $1)
[Pile] Wow, this candy is really a good price.
1 I.O.U, I'm getting some more for later.
(Chocolate $10)
Wait a minute, it was just 1 I.O.U.
10 I.O.U's for chocolate?
He can't just raise prices like that!
[Hartman] Oh, the candyman can.
[Music plays]
[Hartman] ♪Oh, the candyman can!♪
[Pile] Wait, that is just freakin' wrong!
(Water 20)
(Water 200) [Hartman] It's called inflation Pile.
It makes your I.O.U's worth less and less
until they are worth nothing.
Less bang for the buck, dollar ain't what it used to be.
[Pile] But I worked hard and made all those pot pies.
Now I have to work harder to make less?
That's not fair.
[Hartman] Oh, if you think that's not fair
you're gonna love the next part.
[Pile] Oh, what's he doing? (Chart - Gold | I.O.U.S)
[Hartman] How do banks make money, Pile?
[Pile] Errh, by making more loans?
[Hartman] Oh, that's right! He's good.
See, he prints more IOUs without any more gold,
loans them out for interest, makes a pretty penny - and nobody is the wiser,
unless -
- everybody wanted their gold back at the same time.
[Pile] No no no no no no, that's my gold!
[Hartman] Not -
anymore.
[Pile] What are you talking about?
[Hartman] I'd like to redeem my IOUs, please.
Thank you very much.
(Out to lunch) [Pile] Hey!
[Crowd shouting] [Pile] I want my gold back now!
[Man] Thief! Thief! [Hartman] Battle of the bank run. Bringing people together.
See, they all found out he was stealing,
made a run on the bank and demanded their gold.
But as as you can see, there ain't no gold to get.
[Pile] Hartman!
[Hartman] Don't worry about it. Back in these times,
vengeance will be yours.
Three things in this world you don't do:
Never mess with another man's woman.
Never mess with another man's ego.
And, most importantly, you never mess with another man's money.
Else, man, we'll mess with you.
[Pile] My God! You hung him?
[Hartman] Yes, Pile. Oh, we hung him, we hung him high.
And do you know why?
[Pile] Well, because he was a thief?
[Hartman] Because, Pile, an evil invention was born
Man discovered how to turn worthless paper into gold.
Thus was invented the ultimate machine to steal real money
and enslave all the nations on earth.
[bang and growling]
[Financier] It's alive!
[Pile] Oh now, come on! You're just being dramatic.
I mean, I lost my house, but...
[Hartman] What is that? Explain.
[Pile] A nuclear power plant?
[Hartman] Mmm. Produces lots of electricity and little pollution.
An invention for the good of humanity.
[Pile] OK, but what does this have to do with... [watch ticking]
[Hartman] Three, two,
[Explosion]
[Pile] Holy...! [Hartman] Atomic energy.
A discovery more powerful than anything man had yet conceived.
It can be used for good
or evil.
Now, unlike Einstein, the goldsmith's discovery has been kept a closely guarded secret.
(Fractional Reserve Banking - Reserve | Loans) It was never intended for you to see.
(Depositor) This discovery is called Fractional Reserve Banking.
(Borrower) In the wrong hands, it's more powerful than the nuclear bomb
in its ability to completely and utterly destroy a nation who is subjected to its perversion.
[Pile] No - no no no no no.
[Hartman] It is time we stop this evil secret and the men behind it ...
[Pile] You're being ridiculous! [Hartman] ... before America is destroyed forever.
Believe it, Pile!
[Pile] No no no no no! I just want my dog back.
[Hartman] Damn it! That's it. I give up.
Let them live in chains.
[Tinkling]
[18th c. ghost] No, Hartman!
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
[Pile] Thomas Jefferson?
[Hartman] Mr President, how do I get him to understand?
[Jefferson's ghost] As we did, son, remain vigilant.
Too many have hidden the truth and the light of our liberty dims with every passing day.
[Tinkling] Quickly, take my horse! Show him! [Tinkling]
[Pile] Wait. Show me what? Where are we going?
[Horse whinnies]
[Hartman] Away, Stallion of Liberty! Ride hard the hoary wind!
[Pile] Oh, where are we?
[Hartman] Battle of Waterloo. Hold on! We gotta get through!
A money machine. There it is!
[Pile] Hey, is that the same people?
[Hartman] Rich banker men from Germany flying under the banner of the Red Shield.
They financed both sides of the war. We must hurry.
That's him, the Red Shield courier. Shoot him!
[Pile] No. I'm not shooting anyone.
[Hartman] Dammit, Pile. [Pile] What?
[Hatrman] He beat everyone back with the news of the war
and told England that Napoleon won.
The Red Shield bankers of London pretended that England was doomed
and started selling their English stocks.
The English went into a selling frenzy to get rid of worthless English money.
[Pile] But, the English won, right?
[Hartman] Of course they won.
But it was a trick by Red Shield. (London Stock Exchange)
They waited until the stocks plummeted to pennies and then bought England back for nearly nothing.
[Pile] What? They did that? How?
[Hartman] When the English leaders found out,
they had no choice but to give themselves over to the Red Shield.
Their money was gone and they were slaves to the Red Shield war debt.
Since that time the English have been paying their national taxes
directly to the Red Shield private bankers.
The people have no idea.
But the bankers bragged about what they did to us,
laughing at us all the way to the bank. {Buckingham Palace)
[Nathan Rothschild] Why, it's the best pistes (?) I've ever done.
If I can control a nation's wealth I cannot make its laws.
[Pile] Oh, is this what Jefferson wanted to show me?
[Hartman] No, Pile. Look.
[Pile] They're in America too?
[Hartman] The Red Shield banks are here, Pile, seeking a way to conquer our American Dream.
The dream you had, Pile. The dream of free men.
They tried to take over our country many times
and failed because Jefferson and the patriots vowed to stop the evil tyrants at all costs.
[Kiss - tinkling]
[Hartman] By authority of eternal God he would not let the bankers win here.
[Jefferson] To preserve our independence we must not let our rulers load us with perpetual debt.
We must make our choice between economy and liberty or profusion and servitude.
(Thomas Jefferson actually said this...) [Pile] Wow!
[Jefferson] I place economy among the first and most important of republican virtues,
and public debt is the greatest of the dangers to be feared.
It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes.
(Banking) [Banker] We must have a central bank to secure this country's finances!
[Jefferson] If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their money,
(Yes. He actually said this.) first by inflation and then by deflation,
the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of their property
until their children will wake up homeless on the very continent their fathers conquered.
[Banker] Jefferson, you're mad! This country will have a central bank.
[shouts]
[Pile] Who's that? [Hartman] America's first Secretary of Treasury.
[Pile] Alexander Hamilton. [Hartman] Not for long.
Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson's Vice President.
They didn't take too kindly to our first Sec[retary of] Treasury. [Gun shots]
[Off voice] Sweet shot, Burr. [musical note]
[Hartman] The first attempt at a central bank only lasted 20 years and was shut down.
But the bankers tried again against "Old Hickory", President Andrew Jackson.
[Jackson] You are a den of vipers and thieves.
I intend to rout you out and by the eternal God I will rout you out.
[Hartman] After surviving an assassination attempt, Jackson finally defeated the bank in 1836.
When asked what was the greatest accomplishment in his life, Old Hickory replied:
[Jackson] I killed the bank.
And those were his last words: "I killed the bank."
And, with real money backed with real gold,
our country experienced the greatest boom in any nation's history.
Oh, it was beautiful, Pile.
But the bankers, greedy for more power and wealth, were concocting their most ambitious plan yet:
to once and for all take control of the finances of the United States.
In 1910, a secret meeting was held in the J.P. Morgan estate on Jekyll Island of the coast of Georgia.
This meeting was so secret, so concealed from government and public knowledge,
that the 10 attendees used code names.
(J.P. Morgan code name: Hula Girl)
[Morgan - clears his throat] I am clearly the richest man, so I should be the one to run the super secret central bank.
(J.D. Rockefeller code name: Lube Job)
[Rockefeller] I own all the oil in America. I'm clearly richer than you will ever be Hula Girl.
I should run the super secret central bank.
[Morgan] You're nothing compared to me, Lube Job.
I shall run the secret bank.
[Boom!] [Off voice] Silence!
[Morgan] Supreme Master Leader, I didn't know you were gonna be here.
(Supreme Master leader (name withheld for scary security reasons))
[Supreme Master Leader] I'm not. Neither are you, dumb ass.
[Rockefeller] Oh yeah, right, right.
[Morgan] He's so smart! [thunk]
[SML] None of you shall run the bank.
We have failed in the past because of openness. This time the key to success is secrecy.
The people must believe that they run the bank.
[Morgan] Yes, brilliant! A sneak attack. What's the plan? [thunk]
[SML] We first create panic, then we show them the solution.
With our man in office and well-planned timing, we will have our central bank.
And so the people think it is theirs.
We shall christen it Federal, the Federal Reserve. [general laughter]
[Thunderclap] [Hartman] ["Jingle Bells" tune] They struck on December 23rd, 1913,
when most of our Congress were at home eating fruit cake,
these bastards - I mean bankers - presented their treasonous act
to their newly elected accomplice Woodrow Wilson,
who had fortuitously already agreed to sign it (Federal Reserve Act - The 10th Amendment to the Constitusion of the United States - I.R.S)
before he was even elected.
[Pile] Wait. The IRS? I thought we always had the IRS.
[Hartman] No, Pile. They did this to us too.
The Fed now has the exclusive power to print America's money.
They loan this money to our banks and our government at interest,
putting immediate debt on our own money,
printing more and more so each dollar they print becomes worth less than the one before.
[Bang] [Hartman] Merry Christmas.
(IRS) [screeching, mechanical noises]
[Pile] What in the hell is that?
[Hartman] That, Pile, is how our government now must pay back these debts to the Fed.
Your taxes did not go to your government.
[Pile] They don't?
[Hartman] Hmm. It's the greatest theft in human history.
[Pile] But... Okay. I mean, I sorta get what you're saying,
but it's also confusing and really Hartman, I don't see how it affects me at all.
If I had more money, none of this would have happened.
Hartman? [Car door clanks - engine revs up - cash register clinking]
[Pile] 1955! Wow, what are we doing here?
[Hartman] Oh, a little bit of shopping.
Here, hold this. Gallon of gas: 23 cents.
Postage stamp: 3 cents.
Ounce of gold: 35 dollars.
Hot baby: priceless.
Best be getting back. [Flying noise]
[Boy] Hey, Hartman! I need my car, man!
[Pile] Oh, was that Michael J?
[Hartman] Yeah, he'll be fine.
[Cash register clanking] (For Sale $20,000 -> $400,000)
(Gas - Everything Must Go!!!) [Hartman] Now Pile,
would you agree that you have the same exact things you had in 1955?
[Pile] Yeah: one stamp, one gallon of gas, one ounce of gold and one home.
Wow, we just made a lot of money.
[IRS men] Grab grab grab grab grab.
[Pile] Hey! [IRS starts noisily]
[Hartman] Gotta pay your taxes. Then it's nice to have made all that money.
[Pile] Wait, that isn't fair! Now I actually have less money. I can't even go buy the things I just sold.
[Hartman] The IRS and the Fed's inflation work together, Pile.
They aren't just taxing gain, they are taxing their inflation.
You are no richer than you were in 1955.
Now, does that sound fair or American to you?
[Pile] Yeah, but I mean, who doesn't hate taxes? I hate the IRS anyway.
[Hartman] Pile, the higher they make the inflation, the more of your money they take.
It's thievery. You're not paying taxes on any more,
you are paying taxes on the same and now you have less.
They take our property away right in front of our eyes just like Thomas Jefferson said they would.
[Pile] What's that?
[Hartman] They found us! Quick, my sword!
[Pile] What sword?
[Hartman] We don't need your banking machine! I condemn you to die, dammit!
Die! Pile, Bernanke bogie on my nine! Take him at his knees!
[John Fitzgerald Kennedy] For we are opposed around the world
by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means
for expanding its sphere of influence.
[Pile] What's happening? Where am I?
[Hartman] I believe perhaps you understand now, Pile. But you are afraid.
[Pile] JFK. Hartman, what does this have to do with my house and my dog?
Okay, that's enough. I want to go home now.
[Hartman] This is the last president to stand up to the Fed.
You must see.
On June 4, 1963, President Kennedy signed Executive Order 11110.
This executive order empowered the U.S. Treasury to issue real money without the Fed.
It would have worked.
Kennedy's plan to dismantle the Federal Reserve machine had begun.
But six months later, John F. Kennedy went to Dallas and never returned.
[Pile] No way. No way they can do that.
[Hartman] The new president, Lyndon Johnson, threw out Kennedy's order.
And since JFK, no president has dared confront the secret powers behind the Federal Reserve.
They consolidate bigger and bigger banks, print more and more money, accountable to no one,
decimating our nation's wealth for the benefit of a few. (For Sale - Sorry we're closed)
[Pile] Why? Why do this? If they hurt us it hurts the global bankers too.
[Hartman] No, Pile, they are protected! They are too big to fail.
[Pile] But I'm not. Those sons of bitches!
[Hartman] Mmm, sons of bitches all.
[Wind blowing]
[Hartman(?)] The day was cold, the wind sharp and strong, but we were determined.
The bankers and their parasites had us vastly outnumbered, but their hubris made them weak.
Not like us, not like this band of immortals we have assembled.
We have come to take back our... (If lost call Hartman)
[Pile] Hartman, is that...?
[Hartman] My dog.
[Pile] Oh, sh... [bleep]
[Hartman?] Then the inevitable. The money kings could ignore us no longer.
They sent an emissary, a cog in the machine of greed, to bring about our submission:
Hank Paulson.
[Paulson] Hartman, this is blasphemy. We own the corners of the earth. It is futile to challenge us.
[Hartman] Oh, I've seen that look before, that of a predator taking in the scent of its prey:
bold, fearless, the look of a free man.
[Paulson]You have come far, Hartman, farther than most.
Be smart now; join us. We will bring you money, power, everything you want.
You can be one of us if you will kneel.
[Woman singing wordlessly...]
[Paulson] Madman! You're a madman! We're offering you everything!
What do you think this is?
[Hartman] This is America!
(The End)
(He who sacrifices freedom for security deserves neither. Ben Franklin)
(Written and directed by Tad Lumkind and Harold Uhl)
(Produced by Tad Lumpkin)
(Executive producer John Stagliano)
(Animation services by Six Point Harness)
(Sound design Onnalee Blank)
(Music by Tom Hiel}
(Starring Jess Harnell)
(DC Dougus (?))
(Credits for reused materials)
(The Provocateur Network Presents)
(The American Dream)
(www.theamericandreamfilm.com)
(English subtitles: the0untitled, C. Almansi, simonaknavs; see http://bit.ly/AmericanDream-ENST)
Vendido
En venta
Préstamo
Perro ladrando
(Voz en off) El Sueño estadounidense
Existe una razón por la cuál lo llaman sueño.
(Canta un gallo) Quién anda allí?
(Voz en off) Quiquiriquí, Pile!
(golpean la puerta) Ejecutada
¡No, no, no!
¡No tengo dinero!
¡Mi trabajo apesta, por favor!
¡Tendré más dinero el próximo mes!
Banco
¡No pueden quitarme la casa!
¿Es esta su firma? (Contrato de préstamo firmado Pile)
El perro gime
OK, tan sólo díganme que llegaremos a un acuerdo, OK?
Me refiero a que ustedes dijeron que tengo buen crédito, ¿verdad?
¡Oiga, espere! ¡Mi perro está allí dentro!
¡No, no se lleven mi Sueño! (llorizquea)
¿Ah, cómo ha sucedido esto?
Explosión y ruidos
¿Hartman? ¿Eres tú?
Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde el cuarto grado.
(vendue)
( A vendre)
( La Banque comme une famille)
(Prêt banquaire)
(Pile signe le contrat de prêt)
[Aboiement de chien]
[crissement de frein]
[Voix-off] Le rêve américain
Il ya une raison pourquoi on appelle cela un rêve.
[cri du coq] [ L'homme] Qui est là?
[Voix Off] cocorico, Pile!
[ On frappe à la porte]
[Pile] Non, non, non, non non!
Je n'ai plus d'argent!
Mon travail craint en ce moment, S'il vous plait !
J'aurai plus d'argent le mois prochain!
(Banque)
Vous ne pouvez pas saisir ma maison!
[Banquier] C'est bien votre signature? (contrat de prêt signé par Pile)
[gémissement de chien]
[Pile] Dites moi, il doit bien y avoir une solution non?
Je veux dire vous
C'è un motivo per cui lo chiamano "sogno"
Chi è?
Ho finito i soldi.
Ho problemi a lavoro, vi prego!
Il sogno americano
NO, NO, NO, NO...
No, no, non portatevi via il mio sogno!
Non potete prendervi la mia casa!
Questa è la sua firma?
Vi darò i soldi il mese prossimo!
O sonho americano
Há uma razão para chama-lo de sonho
O que está havendo? Quem está ai?
[Não entendi. segundo 44]
Não, Não, Não! Eu não tenho mais dinheiro!
Não encontro trabalho! Por favor! Eu peço mais dinheiro este mês! (??)
Você não pode tomar minha casa!
Esta é sua assinatura?