Greed and promise of fools’ gold, My Son! It’s no longer about the honor, honesty, and trust, rather about keeping the sinking ship afloat as long as they can by coming to work and troubleshooting the broken system and go home to their sedated cocoon long enough to fall asleep, so they can get up and do the same non-sense all over again the next day. And as with any sinking ship, more and more resources are borrowed on credit to keep it afloat until now when the phony paper money generated by the Wall Street’s and their hedge funds’ supercomputers that are producing investment tools and theories in math and quantum physics that are even above the heads of the smarts of all of them to understand and/or to react fast enough to prevent a meltdown.

Case in point, when the meltdown began, the secretary of their treasury went to Congress and the President and asked for a bailout in size unprecedented in their history, and demanded for it to be done within days if not hours as a desperate act.

Now, how do you suppose the elected villagers, most of them who ran for office and were elected based on negative ads and doomsday scenarios used against their opponents, supported by the special interest groups, are going to understand and solve the crashing stock market? Not only do they lack a clue, but almost all of them are in someone and/or some special-interest group’s pockets and simply read and sign whatever legislation is handed to them.

A few years earlier, the same special interest groups wrote, financed, and got the rules passed that created the “too big to fail” debacle. The banks’ supercomputers have reached the infinity point equivalent to the black hole and have devoured each other in reverse and erased all of the phony bookkeeping and mathematical wealth that only existed on paper, which they had generated over the decades. The government representatives are faced with taking time off of their fundraising campaigns and golf outings to attend emergency meetings to save the economy that they can no longer understand. Ask them, “What is 235 x 211? If they can’t quickly answer that, how could they then understand the algorithms those supercomputers used to produce these complex “derivatives” that none of the creators or operators themselves have any clue of what they are. Now, add to that all of their clients’ and the villagers’ savings, then you have an enormous and complicated mess on your hands that is very attractive to the crooks. So, under the pressure and boredom the elected villagers sign away everything and head back out of the door and to their fundraising occupations thinking they have solved the problems and saved the financial collapse. Of course, they believed the tiny regulatory agency they had created just a few years ago to fend off another form of economic collapse with a meager staff and budget to keep them in line. To that add the two parties’ desire to win at all costs, regardless of the detrimental consequence of their actions or lack of, to the village.

Now, here is a village that can no longer even produce a few honorable sons and daughters that would sacrifice themselves for the truth and for the sake and love of the village by putting their personal interests second to those of the village. The humanity part of their being has decayed to the extent that the village no longer functions as a safe and loving place to live and to raise a family. The village rather has become an “asphalt jungle” – a cold, hard, and violent prison of terrified, trustless, and immoral inhabitants. Again, I put the blame squarely on the church – the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree! The church is where the lesson of morality should be exercised and preached!

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