It’s as if we’ve been surrealistically transported to the 40s film It’s a Wonderful Life; only we aren’t in Bedford Falls . . . we’re in Pottersville. We aren’t cheering on George Bailey, as he fights tirelessly onward for the little man. We have become Mr. Potter.
You know who I root for in that movie now? The guy who says “I deposited $242 dollars and you said I could have it back whenever I wanted, so go fuck yourself George Bailey you bankster asshole and give me my $242.”
Obviously, I paraphrased.
Then you’re wrong. Bailey was not a bankster. The Savings & Loan was a co-op. Potter bought the fucking bank in the panic.
Does a savings and loan create money out of whole cloth? Yes. I hate them all.