Imagine, if you will, a seemingly idyllic farm. Rolling green pastures, contented livestock… and a shadowy, oak-paneled barn at the center of it all. This isn’t Old MacDonald’s farm, kids. This is the Federal Reserve System, reimagined as a barnyard populated by a cast of… unusual characters.
Old Benjamin the Sheep, wizened and cynical, slouches by the fence. He’s seen it all, man. The boom years when Farmer Jerome (a portly, perpetually flustered man in a too-tight suit) showered the animals with cheap grain (low-interest rates), and everyone partied like it was Animal House. Then came the Crash of ’08 – the Great Barn Fire, as the animals called it – when the price of hay (mortgage-backed securities) went utterly bonkers, and suddenly nobody had any money except for the pigs.
Ah, the pigs. Led by the charismatic but utterly ruthless Napoleon Sorkos (a clear stand-in for that billionaire), they were the only ones who saw the Barn Fire coming. They hoarded all the good grain, naturally, and when the whole thing went south, they were the first in line for the bailout.
“We’re here to stabilise the farm!” squealed Napoleon, his snout practically buried in the trough of emergency funds. “For the good of the animals! Think of the economy!”
Only a tenth of the grain was actually there, of course. It was mostly just numbers on a ledger, a confidence trick propped up by the unwavering belief that the Farmer would always, always, bail them out.
And who was pulling the strings behind Farmer Jerome? That’s where things get really interesting. You see, the Creature from Jekyll Island wasn’t a monster; it was a consortium of very influential owls, who met in secret, in that very oak-paneled barn, to decide the fate of the farm. They spoke in whispers, these owls, about “liquidity” and “quantitative easing,” arcane terms that sounded suspiciously like spells.
Old Benjamin, he knew. He’d seen the way the owls would manipulate the grain supply, causing artificial famines and floods, all to consolidate their power. He’d watched as the other animals, the ordinary cows and chickens, were distracted by shiny objects and endless regulations, too busy trying to survive to notice the invisible hand on the scales.
Now, you might be thinking, “This is crazy! This is a barnyard, not a global financial system!” And you’d be right. It’s supposed to be crazy. Because the truth, as Old Benjamin would tell you between mournful bleats, is that the real world is often far more absurd than any fable.
We’re living in an age where banks are “too big to fail,” where money is created out of thin air, and where the people who crashed the system get rewarded with even bigger troughs. The owls are still meeting, the pigs are still feasting, and the rest of us are just trying to figure out how to afford a decent bale of hay.
The kicker? They’re now telling us that AI is going to fix everything. Yes, that AI. The same AI that’s currently being used to target us with increasingly sophisticated ads for things we don’t need, and to automate away our jobs with cheerful, chirpy voices.
As the old saying goes, the more things change, the more the owls stay in charge.
Shiel Yule 