The Universal Panacea

Was your country just hit with one of the largest earthquakes in recorded history,
followed by a 30-foot tsunami that just kept coming and coming and coming,
and then after that your massive nuclear generating complex started to get a little warm?

There is a solution, just print some more money.

Was your country just hit by a wave of fraudulent banksters selling fraudulent mortgages to people who could not honestly afford them, collapsing the economy and adding 15 million individuals to the roles of the "I'm not unemployed, I want a good job right now!"?

There is a solution, just print some more money.

Did your military machine, already the largest and most expensive and inefficient that the world has ever seen and overextended in several long-term theatres, just attempt to grab yet another expanse of oil fields and find that lo and behold the former owner is choosing to destroy them rather than let you steal them?

There is a solution, just print some more money.

Is your new girlfriend just a little late on her period this month?

There is a solution, just print some more money.


Are the alcoholic members of your legislature, hooked on the glories of giving away free money to the people who put them where they are, suddenly seeing the light of sobriety but arguing and debating that if they cut back from 15 drinks a day to 14 drinks a day, how strong the last drink can be?

There is a solution, just print some more money.


Is your bank commodities desk under orders from above to maintain a short position on silver futures roughly the size of the entire yearly market, and the price of silver has just doubled in the last 9 months?

There is a solution, just print some more money.

Did you find three new grey hairs coming out of your scalp while showering this morning?

There is a solution, just print some more money.

And not only that, but you have the "heartbreak of psoriasis" on your knee?

There is a solution, just print some more money.


Thank God for Mammon!