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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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