THE EMPEROR BENRON HAS NO CLOTHES
Many years ago,
there was an Emperor so exceedingly fondof the Keynesian style that he printed massive amounts of worthless
FIAT money for the sole purpose of being well dressed in fabulouslyabstruse Keynesian finery.
The Emperor Benron cared nothing about viewing undoctored labor statistics, seeing the truth at the unemployment office, or going to visit struggling Main Streeters in his Central Banksta carriage, caring only toshow off his fine Keynesian clown suit to his Wall Street masters. He hada POMO coat for every trading hour of every POMO trading day, andinstead of saying, as one might, about any other ruler, "The wise King'sin council," here they always said. "The Emperor of Farce isquantitatively pissing our life's savings away in his Keynesian commode."
In the great city of Washingmachinius where he lived, life was alwayshyper-delusional. Every day many crony strangers came to town, andamong them one day came two pin striped Wall Street swindlers, Jamiethe Diamondback and Lloyd of Blankfiend. They let it be known theywere expert Keynesian POMO spinners, and they said they couldfabricate the most magnificent pseudo-economic miracles imaginable.Not only were their FIAT inks and papers uncommonly fine, but monetaryclothes made of their QE cloth had a wonderful way of becoming invisible to anyone who was unfit for his office, or who was unusuallyvapid even by "sophisticated investor" and Goldman squid "suitability"standards" ("He sure ain't no AI-Genius").
"Those would be just the Keynesian clothes for me," thought theEmperor. "If I wore them I would be able to discover which pompousbloviating PhD turdsmiths in my hooligan empire are unfit for their feckless Central Banksta posts. And I could tell all the fools from theeven greater fools. Yes, I certainly must get some of the stuff printed for me right away." He paid the two swindlers a large sum of reserve creditsdrawn from Main Street accounts, silver and gold to start work at once.
They set up two QE presses and pretended to print reserve currency,though there was nothing but soggy inflated greenbacks spinning on thepresses. All the precious metals which they demanded went into their Chinese counterfeit LV 2011 banksta travel bags, while they worked theQE presses far into the night.
"I'd like to know how those POMO spinners are getting on with the QEclothes," the Emperor thought, but he felt slightly uncomfortable whenhe remembered that those who were unfit for their position would not beable to see the Keynesian fabric. It couldn't have been that he doubtedhimself, yet he thought he'd rather send some other self deluded half wit moron to see how things were going. The whole of Washingmachiniustown knew about the QE cloth's peculiar FIAT power, and all wereimpatient to find out how gullible their rivals were.
"I'll send my crooked left nut Turbo Timmah to the POMO Spinners," theEmperor decided. "He'll be the best one to tell me how the QE materiallooks, for he's just another Central Banksta in a political clown suit onthe make and no one does intellectual latrine duty better."
So Turbo Timmah went to the room where the two swindlers sat POMOspinning away at their QE presses.
"Heaven help me," he thought as his eyes flew wide open, "Besides soggyinflated greenbacks, I can't see anything of value at all". But he did not say so.
Both the swindling POMO Spinners begged him to be so kind as to comenear to approve the excellent ink patterns, the beautiful FIAT colors.They pointed to the furiously POMO spinning QE presses, and poor
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