the economy - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"I'm asking you to wipe out years of conditioning, all that brain washing. What's real is that we bank on one another, our kindness is our currency. With money the elites could buy up every bean and grain of rice, every lick of food on earth and blow it up. That's the good news and the bad all in one. We can rely on each other, we already do, but the money is the thing we must burn. It's time to start anew, relearn trust and cooperation in a brave new world."
The banksters had us corralled like sheep. We were "too stupid and lazy" to understand finance, too scared of the economy going down hill to make waves. But finally we saw the gig they had going for the simple scam it was. They created money by punching the keys of a keyboard and we all slaved to pay it back. They kept the profits for their mostly privately owned banks, such as the federal reserve, and paid themselves ungodly sums of money which they then convert into real goods - land, fancy cars, the best of everything. The banksters told us the economy needed them, that they must attract the best talent for the sake of us all, that's bulls**t.
The high salaries were to keep their employees greedy enough not to want to change the system, to turn a blind eye to what they were doing to the majority of the population. Then we woke up. We woke up and demanded that only our national bank, government owned, could create our currency and that all profits went into free healthcare, free education, green technology, clean public transit. It turns out there was more than enough money for everything we needed. What happened to the banksters? Let's just ay they're living more modestly now. But how did all this happen? I'm not sure I have time to tell you. Maybe read my diary, it was written in real time. It isn't amazing prose, it'll tell you how we changed everything, saving the world turned out to be easier than anyone suspected.
It was like the hyperinflation of the Weimar Republic all over again, but this was no 1921, it was 2112. We weren't pushing cash around in wheelbarrows to buy a loaf of bread like they did back then, money is only electronic now. But if yesterday your compensation package was 10 thousand bits, then today you just added another zero and the sellers did the same to prices. By the end of it they had to change from bits to megabits as the base unit. The Government says it got us out from under the mountain of debt that crippled us, we owed so much. They just printed the damn lot and handed it over. At first the creditors were pleased but by the end they knew they were being repaid in a currency too debased to be worth anything.
The economy was in a resource cycle. You could make good money on timber, food and oil. Helen's portfolio was up and she was feeling confident, flush even. The bears were always out with their doomsday predictions but she tried to not let it worry her. "They're just looking for a slice of attention," she told herself. And to date she had done very well, buying in the dips on the confidence it would bounce back. Buy quality at a discount she always said.
JEN: "We have a problem. If the current trend continues people will be too happy, too content with their own lives to buy our products. We need them to be vain, fearful and greedy. How are we going to do it?"
TOM: "They're pushing back against the photoshopped images, the perfect ideal of beauty, we can't let that continue. If they begin to truly feel loved for who they are they'll feel bad about how we make our products and sales will plummet.
McKAY: We could go with a bit of green-washing, you know, buy some time. Mean while we need another war or the threat of one, nothing switches them back into "purchase mode" better. Scared people hoard, get selfish, how are we going to get that?
JEN: The government will take care of the fear, I'll drop them a memo, step up foreign terror. The young just aren't insecure enough and I don't know why. It's not like we've really let up the pace. They should feel bad every time they look in the mirror.
McKAY: We need a new show about models, singers, show them how big their boobs should be, how shiny their hair should be. This time the prize needs to be bigger, make them greedy all over again. The winner needs to be in helicopters, white beaches, romanced by someone rich. I'll get on that.
TOM: I'll stay on top of the trends, see if we can see a reversal. I'm watching make-up, shampoo, electronics. Gotta say, we really did a great one with "selfies" and social media applications, they're on "stage" wherever they go. Really turned things around for a while.
JEN: Alright, meeting over, no minutes, no record, this meeting never happened.
The economy kept improving, and then reached a plateau.
The economy burned hot and the money flowed. In hindsight we should have seen the bubble, but you know what they say about that, it's 20 20. We partied and bought status symbol homes and cars. We squandered the wealth as fast as it came into our hands, often faster. Credit was fast and cheap. Then when our our house of cards collapsed, as it always must, I knew not a soul who had prepared. To a man and woman their bank accounts were in the red.
The economy was fuelled by the gruelling labor of the peasants and enjoyed by the oligarchs. Only to hear their spin things it was the other way around; they were the geniuses that provided the masses with their meagre existence, engineered industry and provided the necessaries of life and everyone should worship them. These business people were both the celebrities and the power behind the lame duck president. In boom or bust we were poor and in the good times the cash somehow never trickled down as far as us. Here on the ground we see the human toll. It's written in every mother and father's face and in the anxiety of the children who must join them in the work force by eleven, only the rich get an education beyond that.
I can't sleep tonight under this dull purple sky. My eyes are closed to fend off the haze, the smog, that is irritating my eyes. My mind keeps spinning over the economy, and I wonder why we didn't see it for what it was years ago. The global economy wasn't a trade system at all, it was war. It how the original dominators, the colonialists, carried on raping the earth for whatever they wanted. All we had was subjugation and domination by another name. The poor stayed poor, the rich got richer, the media heralded the few who jumped into the elite category so that the minions would agree it was a fair system. Then came the machines, intelligent, logical, with no need for lunch breaks or sleep. There was no job they couldn't do better than a human worker except true love, but they did such a great imitation people started to abandon their partners for mechanical imitations...
"Dahlia, aren't words weird? It's almost as if they speak in their own secret way. Take 'economy' for example. It's like a rejection of nature in favour of selfishness - 'Eco? No. Me.' It's as if there was always full comprehension that capitalism would thrive when we put the self above all of nature and Earth herself."