There he was – out in public, unashamed, passing out leaflets to passerbys on the courthouse square like some old time, Long-haired preacher man. I might have said ‘hippy’ with the long hair and all, but he wasn’t wearing sandals or a beard. He was just there shouting his message to anyone and everyone. And what was he preaching? What was his message? The worst sort of anti-American, socialist rhetoric you could image. Worse! “The American banking system is corrupt,” he said to anyone who would listen. Fortunately there were few who stopped to listen to his blathering.
“The banking system is not corrupt, it is not broken, you fool,” I shouted at him, trying to get him to stop.
“No, of course not,” he responded – like oil on water, sliding away from the point I was making. “The banking system is not broken; it functions exactly as it was designed, and it functions well. But it is evil. “
Do you read the gospel, sir? Do you read the Bible?” I was tired of this weasel. He needed a good come-to Jesus moment
“Yes, I do.” The smarmy bastard actually pulled out his phone and tried to show me a Bible-app. “The biblical societal code forbids the charging interest on loans…”
“What would you have us do? Just let everyone run Willy-nilly and cancel all their debts?”
“Well it’s not just me,” he said. “It’s the Bible, but yes. Regular debt cancellation is part of the jubilee…”
He didn’t get any further with his malarkey. That’s when the police came to drag him away. I gathered up all the pamphlets he dropped as they zip-tied his wrists behind his back. No sense in leaving filth like that for anyone to find. Think of the children. I took them home and burned them.