The Dollar: Living a Lie
This article was written by Spartacus.
If I can control the meanings of your language, I can control your thoughts, and if I can control your thoughts, I can turn you into a slave.
Has this happened? Have we practically become a nation of slaves? Well, let’s start with checking out what you “think” a particular word means.
First let’s take a multiple choice test. Let me ask you what a “dollar” is.
Is a dollar a piece of paper? Is it money? Is it a weight of measure?
If it is a piece of paper, would you need 10 of them to make 10 dollars?
If it is money, then even according to the Federal Reserve definition, then wouldn’t it be durable, a store of value and divisible?
If it is a weight of measure, then what is it a weight of measure of?
If you answered that it is a weight of measure, you were correct. According to the Coinage Act of 1792, a dollar is how our money is supposed to be weighed.
“DOLLARS OR UNITS — each to be of the value of a Spanish milled dollar as the same is now current, and to contain three hundred and seventy-one grains and four sixteenth parts of a grain of pure, or four hundred and sixteen grains of standard silver.” [Coinage Act of 1792]
So 416 grains of standard silver or 371.25 grains of pure silver weighs one “dollar”. Just like 128 liquid ounces is equal to one gallon.
Now if someone was intent on controlling the economy through deceptive means, wouldn’t it be beneficial for them to take control of what the people use to buy and sell with from the people and control it themselves?
You see, we have been living a lie, believing that a piece of paper is a dollar, when in reality it is nothing but paper.
“All the paper money issued today is Federal Reserve notes. The real backing for the nation’s money is faith in the strength, soundness and stability of the American economy.” – The Hats the Federal Reserve Wears, Federal Reserve Bank of Philadelphia
Faith … in a lie.
There is actually no such thing as a “silver dollar” — there never has been. They were DOLLARS OF SILVER.
If you were to go into a butcher shop, you wouldn’t ask for a chicken pound! You would ask for a pound of chicken.
See, by controlling your language, I can control what you think.
And if I can control what you think, I can make you my slave.
Just something to think about.
If you enjoyed this post, please consider sending a tip to Spartacus at: 1Dubg1f1fCCEoMdE46SJqeUu9Sb5ytTXgF