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The Day the Dollar Died by John Galt

The Day the Dollar Died by John Galt



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The now infamous blovel that I published in 2009 on my website at www.johngaltfla.com is now available again FOR FREE for my readers due to a publishing conflict. Enjoy....
The now infamous blovel that I published in 2009 on my website at www.johngaltfla.com is now available again FOR FREE for my readers due to a publishing conflict. Enjoy....

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Updated July 18, 2011Almost two years ago I created this work not to become an author, but originally as asingle blog posting as a work of fiction to warn my friends that the entire system isindeed a house of cards that could be crashed with little or no notice. The disaster whichwe faced in 2008-2009 was averted temporarily yet once again at this moment in history,the world finds itself on the brink, with the European Union facing collapse and theUnited States displaying further signs of economic and financial instability.The nation is crumbling around us. People have been unemployed now for over four years and the response of the government and political elites is to ignore them, stopcounting them, and now blame these poor souls for their misfortune, even thoughmillions of them would be quite happy to wield a hammer, clean a bathroom, or even doone of those jobs “Americans won’t do.”The initial entry evolved from just a somewhat disjointed and grammatically mangledwork of a blog entry into an often duplicated yet never equaled work, copied by some in print and video. More power to them for exercising their ability to profit from my idea.As we move forward, the dates in this work may no longer be valid, but fast forward tothe current era as the blog entry format was retained for the flavor of the story and so asto provide readers a moment to think if this could start tomorrow, next month, or earlynext year. No one knows but the banksters and their plans are in motion to save their system and sacrifice the masses like pigs at a bacon factory.I pray anyone who has never read this takes a moment to reflect and understand that itwill not take much for the events contained within to change from fiction to a dangerousreality with little if any warning.Thank you for your patience and support with this project.John Galt, aka, JohnGaltFLA on the internet for many years now.
I. The Day the Dollar Died
by John GaltNovember 18, 2009
Mike was less than an hour from home in Minnesota after dropping his load off in Fargo but knew he needed to top his tank off this Sunday evening to insure his rig would makeit home. He pulled into the Petro Truck Stop just outside of Fargo and hopped out of thecab into the bitter twenty below temperatures which he could not believe had already hitat ten o’clock at night. He slid his fuel card into the pump waiting for the next promptwhen the “SEE ATTENDANT” message flashed in the screen. He blustered, figured itwas another card problem and whipped out his Master Card and slid it in after the pumpreset and again the “SEE ATTENDANT” message flashed up. “What the hell is goingon?” he thought to himself as he wandered into the long line of drivers boisterouslyyelling at managers and clerks alike.Tom finished up his shift on the docks at the Nestle warehouse in Hampton, Georgia atexactly 11 o’clock at night and decided that because of the scuttlebutt he had beenreading on the message boards, it may not be a bad idea to pick up a few cans of food andsome toilet paper at the local WalMart Super center. Even though it was a Sunday night,they were always stocked and it was just five minutes out of the way to his home. As hewalked inside the store, his mouth dropped. It looked like the day after Thanksgiving salewith every register open and ten plus people deep at 11:30 p.m. “Oh my God!” he gaspedas he walked in grabbing the last shopping cart with the wheel that was half locked up.As he walked as fast as he could to the aisle with the paper goods, he looked at all theshelves then noticed the clerk who looked stunned himself. “How in the SAM HELLdoes WalMart sell out of Toilet Paper son?” he screamed at the eighteen year old kid.“Sir, I don’t know what is going on. Is the world ending? I’m a little freaked out!” theclerk stammered. Tom realized that he was not to blame and as he calmed down said tothe kid “Son, I don’t know what is going on either. It must be an ice storm on the way.Are you folks getting another truck soon?” The clerk said in a very low voice “Sir, I think there are two coming at 2 a.m. I would wait here if I were you.” With that informationTom slinked outside to his car and called his wife at home just before midnight to tell her he would be staying to wait on the WalMart trucks.
1730 ET…February 21, 2010
It was a typical Sunday night in my household, a tremendous dinner, nice weather inFlorida and of course a chance to chat with my friends online about the events of theworld. The big news was that on Friday, February 19, 2010 the US Dollar Index closed at69.07 far below any level in history and of course shattering all known technical support.As I grabbed a glass of Port and settled in front of my computer at 5 p.m. Eastern towatch the Asian fireworks and watch Bloomberg and CNBC-Asia on my computer, Inoticed the Middle Eastern markets closed in horrid shape. The Israeli market closedthree hours after the open and down 22% for the session. The Saudi markets closed after 

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