Alan Greenspan: Wackety! Wackety! Wackety!
Pizza Deliverer: Hello? Did someone here order --- AHHH!! What the hell are you?!
Greenspan (chuckling): Scary, ain't I?
Deliverer: Dude, you look like an reanimated corpse! Kinda like that guy with all the knives in "Hellboy!"
Greenspan: Been like this all my life. Even Ayn Rand said I looked like an undertaker, and she was pretty much a catastrophe in the looks department herself. But I have some consolations. Like this! (points to machine) Know what this is?
Deliverer: I have no idea.
Greenspan: It's the Federal Reserve Bank printing press. See, I turn the crank, it goes wackety! wackety! wackety! and billions of paper dollars just pour out into these laundry baskets here. Then we put the money into helicopters and dump it onto crowds of people.
Trolls: ARGH!
Deliverer: Jesus! What's going on here? A zombie and now monsters!
Greenspan: These guys deliver the baskets to the waiting helicopters. I find it poetic justice that monsters are destroying the value of your money. (Chuckles again) But then, for all practical purposes, the Federal Reserve is a monster since has it destroyed about 98% of the value of your money since it was created in 1913.
Deliverer: That doesn't sound right, dude.
Greenspan: It's not.
Deliverer: Then why do you do it?
Greenspan: Oh, I'm kind of a weakling when pressed by politicians. Politicians and the public and corporations just love easy money. The public is so stupid they think they're getting richer when in reality their wealth is being destroyed by my inflating the money supply. Also, politicians want to stay in office by promising jobs and all kinds of benefits to the retards that up the mass of voters.
Deliverer: Sheesh! The things you learn delivering pizzas!
Greenspan: Then there's the allure of money and fame. You'd be amazed at the number of people who are seduced by money, fame, power, sex. Especially politicians, who are sort of a subhuman form of life, anyway. Unfortunately, in my case, being 79 years old, the sex angle doesn't work on me anymore. The only crank that works for me these days is the one I'm turning on this here printing press.
Deliverer: How in the world do you get away with this? Sounds like you're a counterfeiter.
Greenspan: I am a counterfeiter. Kind of funny, isn't it? People think the government is their friend. It's not. It benefits only those who have captured it. You know what inflation does? It transfers wealth from the majority of people to a very small minority. The rich gets richer and the poor get poorer. That's what the purpose of government is, and unfortunately it's ultimately the peoples' fault for letting us get away with it.
Deliverer: Doesn't seem like you should be telling me this stuff. Aren't you afraid something bad might happen to you if I went out and told everyone?
Greenspan: Nope, not at all. There are thousands upon thousands of people yelling about what I'm doing, and no one's listening. The public won't pay any attention until the money completely loses its value and collapses, as all paper money does when it's not backed by gold and silver. In the meantime, I'm being celebrated as the greatest head of the Fed ever. You know what? I'm the worst. The dollar has lost 30% of its value under my watch. And even though I should be put on a horse and given a last cigarette before the horse's rump is slapped and I'm allowed to dangle, not a damn thing is doing to happen to me.
Deliverer: Damn! You've got a great job! You can be a big-time criminal if you are part of the government, violate every one of the Ten Commandments, slaughter, lie, steal -- and people praise you!
Greenspan: Yep, you got it. That should be in the Bible. (Looks pensive) Now that I think about it, it is.
Deliverer: Say, do you mind if I take one of these baskets of money?
Greenspan: Go right ahead. Not too long in the future it might take a basket of money to pay for a pizza, anyway. It happened in Germany before World War II, when the government hyperinflated the money supply to the point it was completely worthless. Everyone lost their life's savings.
Deliverer: Hey, thanks, Mr. Greenspan!
Greenspan: Don't mention it.
Deliverer: Bye, Mr. Greenspan!
Greenspan: That's what you think. What I've done to the country will be around for a long, long time.
Monsters: ARGH!
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