Rehoboth Beach, Delaware welcomed the wave runners. The best of them could still ride the relatively small surfs. The main reason they frequented the beach was to discuss monetary reform.
“We’ve become the players. ‘Masters of the Universe’ they call us. What we have to do is show that our ways are not nefarious. We have to show that we are on the side of the right,” Chester Borum said. He was sixty-eight with silver at the temples and a funeral director’s dress and demeanor.
Light applause amongst cigar smoke ripples through the room.
“We have full control over the country. We are the ones who hold the purse and can make change,” Madison Everly said.
“It is time for us to see that we are the only hope for this nation. We are responsible for bringing the best and brightest from universities. The presidents are the ones who must remain in their positions. They must take the funds from the alumni and continue the beauty of altruism. We must stay together as brothers and sisters. We must bind ourselves together and continue the fight against selfishness. Those scoundrels who feel they can fleece the American citizens are the problem. They should hang from their moneybags in the frozen corner of perdition. Long live the Wavy Bank!” Uproarious applause arose from the men who continued to puff vape cigars.
A man in a wheelchair rolled up to the center stage. He was fond of surfing with an augmented surfboard to accommodate him. He spoke into the microphone on his chest.
“What we need to do is fight this civil war. I lost my legs but I found God. And the war in America is over God and Jesus and the heathens who don’t believe. It is high time that we incorporate prayer in all schools, government and private. We must make a mandate that says that we’re going to continue to fight for equality of faiths. Sure, you can practice whatever you want but our children will be indoctrinated with the love of Jesus. He is our guiding light, sword and shield, and our strength. We have to get God back in America for good!”
Even more applause broke through the room.
“I think we have a clear understanding of what this nation needs. We are the chief economists. We ensure that the balance sheet is pristine and that our money endures. They call us eggheads and pencil pushers. We can take their names. We help them to realize their futures. We help them to know the reason for being is to serve the state. It is something that is perfectly fine with the entire framework. We make it better, though. We are the ones who take the time to discover what people need. It is neediness that is the currency of our lives. We’re the guardians of the mind. Any individualistic person must pay homage to the group. We consist of many creeds and colors. Let us go forth under the strength of our thoughts and feelings. Let this be a warning to anyone who says otherwise.” The crowd clapped intermittently.
A man, gaunt and towering at six feet eight inches made his way to the stage.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I mean I know, but you don’t know your own words. This whole organization is a farce. I’m not laughing though. It destroys, poisons, and distorts the banking system. In a fully free, capitalistic system, there would be no need for a central bank. This group should be broken up and I will be the first to lay the groundwork for that action.”