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Luke Belmar about how to make Million dollar

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Script : Oh, how I missed you so, my dear know-it-alls, my clever boys and girls, my kitties and bunnies! From your teary eyes I can see that you haven’t forgotten your old pal Freeman and that you’re ready to get back to solving riddles and searching for messages! But we don’t have much time, so let’s concentrate on what’s most important… The world has finally gone totally bonkers, and so today my travelling circus presents a brand new show. Come on, let’s go! GRANDPAS COOK UP SOME BRAND NEW DOUGH! There were grandpas and there were turnips, but no dough. People would just exchange what they had for what they needed – like a turnip for a wagon, and the wagon for a jug of wine. A simple and easy to understand system. And if there wasn’t enough of something, like nails or arrowheads, do to the fact that almost no one knew how to work with metal, then obviously those things were worth more. Later, people started exchanging all sorts of rare metals, and if someone got rich they would carry around half a ton of gold with them like idiots. It was inconvenient and you could get robbed. So they decided to turn in all of their heavy objects for safekeeping. That’s how banks came about. They chopped up everything they got into equal chunks and introduced the gold standard. And the warrants from the banks that promised the bearer metal in exchange, turned into paper money. It was all simple and clear, there was no way for a bourgeois to line his pockets! And then quite recently, with the help of clever words and wise-assed verbal gymnastics, the dough-makers abolished the gold standard. Everybody just got screwed! “Rejoice, little man! Before, you used to exchange money for gold, and now you’re going to exchange it for… purchasing power!” In other words, currency is just paper, ink, and an order from above to regard this typographic composition as happiness and the highest good! And those who oppose this order are fences, instigators, terrorists, and sodomites! Let me open your eyes, my dears! Think! There won’t be a grain of jest in my call to action! The government provides amenities for our streets and that is good! But it doesn’t mean that you’re personally not allowed to paint a fence or plant a tree. Good deeds shall multiply! And the government prints money, and that’s good too since any currency is the lifeblood of the economy. And the faster it flows, the more lively the economy will become. Good deeds shall multiply! Whether it’s electronic money, gift certificates, or bubble gum trading cards. Attention! Everyone has a right to issue his own money. That’s the big bourgeois secret! Some secret! Suppose John the smith paints a hundred extraordinary pictures. He sells them all to his neighbour for fifty bucks and suddenly dies soon after. Most probably from drinking. The neighbour takes them to the city and doubles his dough by selling the pictures to some shady art dealer he knows. The dealer hangs the paintings in his trendy gallery and starts selling them one at a time for crazy money. People ask, “Hey, dude, why are they so expensive?” And he answers, “Well, John is dead so there won’t be any more pictures. There’s limited supply.” The same crap is going on with bitcoin. In this case math doesn’t allow an endless number of them to be produced. You can’t just go and issue a hundred thousand million of them when you feel like it. Because Johnny died. And they cost exactly as much as people are willing to pay for them, just like with some antique dish, or Stalin’s underwear. So anything that there’s not much of and is difficult or even impossible to duplicate can work as dough. And that means that almost everything around us is made out of money. It’s crazy, isn’t it? There is also the good money of Johann Silvio Gesell. It works quite effectively until people start getting shot for it…

Script : So here you are. You’ve laid your fears and doubts on the bonfire for me to burn the hell out of them. Now I step out into the center of this effin coliseum with a torch and a gas can in my hands. In front of me — a crowd of naked people backing up against the walls. I’m in the middle of things, as you can see, and in fact, I AM the thing. Oh, yes. I created myself! I’ve put it all under my control! You get what I mean? It’s strange… I actually exist in the real world. I think, and I’m totally free of stereotypes. Oh, yeah. My world… has infinite possibilities without the daily junk food of television clichés without the catchwords and slogans that are imposed by governments, or by the boob tube, or by your precious Internet. So here I am. Right here. And I’m real. You’re staring at your computer screen right now, but are you there? Hey, hello?! And is there any way to prove that to me?! And so it appears… that you don’t exist… and I… do. I always have something to say, and what do you have to say? Think about it! “Gimme two brews and some chips” – mmm, how revolting! Or, “Honey, I need to use the bathroom” – while in fact you sit on the can and text your lover, or pardon me, jerk off. Your whole entire life is nothing but lies, porn, domestic spats, Internet addiction and mobile slavery. Well, am I wrong? Now tell me, have you ever done anything that’s actually out of the box? Never! And you want to know why you won’t be able to? Because it lies outside your comfort zone and you’re packed into like you’re packed inside a reinforced polypropylene bag. You are slabs of meat… squeezed between your daily routines and your work. “Next one in the line, please!” Or am I wrong?! Maybe I’m mistaken? Go ahead and correct me! For instance, could you give away your cell phone to some random person? Huh? Now that’s a killer question! Could you go right now and reformat the hard drive on your computer? Isn’t it freaky? Did you shit yourself?! Do you know why you won’t do it? It’s because it would be like you’re committing suicide. You don’t exist without this stuff. Have you ever done anything? Anything? Anything at all on your own? Have you ever just followed your own decision instead of waiting for the order, “Just do it!”, huh?!!!! So it looks like I am the real one and you are just an underdeveloped figment of someone’s imagination. You haven’t been drawn yet. You’re gonna have to try awfully hard if you want to prove that it’s the other way around and you can consider yourself a real living being! And most importantly, this is not a game. This is a…