How does the first couple months of depression two feel? Have you sold any family heirlooms to pay a bill? Have you lost your dead end job? God forbid you had to cancel this year's pilgrimage to Disneyland to teach little Billy and Susie to be good consumers. Just wait to your belly rubs your backbone and those phony Federal Reserve corporation notes are good for only wiping you backside. In short, have you had enough? The time to speak up is now call elected representatives and let them know that you are sick of dropping half your paycheck in the gas tank to get to your dead-end job. It is time to be angry to start confronting these representatives in their homes late at night. I am not condoning violence but we must get their attention. Nevertheless, let your presence be known. Passive resistance comes to mind. Ask very uncomfortable questions in public. Most importantly remember that trust in a privately owned banking system is what got us into this mess. Never let the bankers forget that.
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