Well we are told that if Northern Rock goes under then the taxpayers stands guarantor. Since of course we agreed to this at the last election, and in that manner, we agreed to bail out every major UK company that goes down based on its own exposure in inherently risky ventures! Well did you? I didn’t. I suppose once we have bailed Northern Rock out we the taxpayers will then recover our money by the nationalisation of Northern Rock? I think not! The Banking industry is not subject to the same rules as the rest of us.
Well first of all banks are covered by the Financial Services Compensation Scheme, this scheme allows bank’s customers to be covered for up to 100% of their first £2000 and 90% of the next £33000 so the maximum you will ever receive if your bank crashes is £31700. I’m sure you agreed to this and read it all in the fine print. So if you have any more than £35000 be aware that if your local (I mean bank) goes down you will only be compensated for up to £35k anything above that you lose. Well why I ask myself? Does not the bank keep my hard earned cash and since they’ve taken my cash shouldn’t they be able to return my money? All of it? Well obviously no.
Why? Well banks operate based on a Fractional-Reserve which allows them to lend more than is deposited with them based on the legal Fractional Reserve. If the reserve is 20% then they may lend £400 pounds based on every £100 deposited. Check it out for yourself. In other words your bank has always lent on interest, way in excess of what it possesses. They are always overexposed and never have all of the money available to return to the depositor. If there is a crash they are not going to repay all that you deposited. The reason why a run on a bank is illegal, is because it destroys the very fabric of our modern economy – TRUST. We trust that our money is in a safe pair of hands and that everything is OK. Our token currency is fiat or a currency of faith and the banking scam depends on our trust that they have, in hand our money which we now know they don’t have. Did you vote to support this? I suspect that the only one who would knowingly vote for this is a banker.
Fair? Well all is fair in love and war! The only problem is that this is not war and it certainly isn’t love, this is a scam. A democratically sanctioned scam albeit.
Well I’ll give you the rundown on how to invest in gold tomorrow. Or would you really prefer to continue trusting in your local? You would? Really? What a load of Rubbish!
And a poem to reflect on (I’ll comment on it in due course):-
Lewis Carroll – The Hunting of the Snark – Fit the Seventh
THE BANKER’S FATE
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
He offered large discount—he offered a cheque
(Drawn “to bearer”) for seven-pounds-ten:
But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck
And grabbed at the Banker again.
Without rest or pause—while those frumious jaws
Went savagely snapping around-
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till fainting he fell to the ground.
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared
Led on by that fear-stricken yell:
And the Bellman remarked “It is just as I feared!”
And solemnly tolled on his bell.
He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white-
A wonderful thing to be seen!
So great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white
To the horror of all who were present that day.
He uprose in full evening dress,
And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say
What his tongue could no longer express.
Down he sank in a chair—ran his hands through his hair—
And chanted in mimsiest tones
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity,
While he rattled a couple of bones.
“Leave him here to his fate—it is getting so late!”
The Bellman exclaimed in a fright.
“We have lost half the day. Any further delay,
And we sha’nt catch a Snark before night!”