All the thousands upon thousands of Professors, Nobel Laureates, MBAs and assorted purported financial analysts turned out by the finest of the finest Universities of the Western World: The arrogant scholars and the still more arrogant Universities, the Yales, Princetons, Harvards, Stanfords, London School of Economics, Oxford U, Cambridge U, École Polytecnique’s.

They should all be called to account for this disaster the world is undergoing, and which will last a generation to repair, if it is repaired at all, which I seriously doubt.

All this bunch deserved the scorn of simple humanity. They led the world to the financial slaughterhouse, and did this in absolute self-certainty and unlimited arrogance.

They thought they knew everything, and could make the world over, could improve it. The age-old wisdom was passé, out of style, old-fashioned, unworkable. These arrogant ignoramuses were going to show the world how GOLD was useless, unnecessary, a bauble to decorate the necks of women - but outmoded and superflous in the modern, swift and vigorous new world they were fashioning.

What has it all come to? The highly expensive training for these élite scholars - worse than useless, it has been positively noxious, poisonous to humanity.

And yet, there they are, propounding further measures, further madness to complete the disaster.

It would seem as if the gods were intent on assisting them in the destruction of our civilization.

HUMBUGS! HUMBUGS ONE AND ALL!

We were going to do things quickly, easily, efficiently without the silly restraint of that “barbarous relic”, GOLD. “Leave GOLD to the goldbugs”, they said in derision.

Did we save any wealth by eliminating GOLD? Did we save any time, by eliminating GOLD?

No wealth, no time has been saved. All to the contrary, we are set back - probably irrevocably -to a poorer world, a bankrupt world, a world now poised for NUCLEAR WAR.

The HUMBUGS are not called to account. They deserve to have SHOES THROWN AT THEM!
They should fear to show their faces in public. They should be afraid to say they have a Ph D in Economics, they should find rocks to hide under, for SHAME!

Rudyard Kipling - he said it long ago:

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

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AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

With a sense of outrage
SIERRA