The Canadian Multi-Median 6/CMM6.ZIP/CMM6DAT.CMM

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    Larry Z McLang thought he was in a
dream. He was moving along on a single-
lane people-mover -- the kind he loved
to ride on at Heathrow in London -- in
unfamiliar surroundings. People ahead
of him and even more people behind him.
    No one talked. He looked out of the
large windows lining the wall on his
left. All he could see were clouds of
different colors, rainbows adorning the
skies and myriads of flowers and fauna
along the entire route. He relaxed.
    After what seemed like an eternity,
the people-mover came through an arch
supported on massive granite pillars
with a pearly gate on each side. He
stepped off and found himself in front
of a young angel sitting at an execu-
tive-style desk.
    Larry now was convinced that he was
dreaming. The angel checked her regis-
ter and handed him a travel ticket; she
motioned him to the passageway on her
right.
    Larry walked the short distance and
stepped outside. He found himself in
what looked like a bus terminal.
    There were numerous long buses,
each with a gorgeous devil at the door.
Larry noticed that most of the ones
that came ahead of him, and behind him,
were heading in the direction of these
busses. The devils ushered them aboard
and took off once the bus was full.
    On the other side were smaller vans
with angels at the door. It took quite
some time for each to be filled. Some
vans had a big "L" circled on them,
while the rest were labelled "C" in a
square.
    In between the busses and the vans
was a solitary long limousine. Its
driver, a lovely angel with pink wings,
was motioning to him to come her way.
Larry was confused but he obeyed her
beckoning and crossed the road over to
where the limo was parked. The angel
greeted him with a cheery smile and
opened the back door. He stepped in and
sank in the buttery soft leather seat.
    The angel hopped in the driver's
seat and within a few seconds the limo
was out of the parking lot and on the
open highway. Larry thought that he
must be in paradise.
    As if she were reading his mind,
the angel announced on the intercom
that indeed he was in Paradise. She
asked him to turn on the TV.
    Baffled and bewildered, Larry aimed
the remote control and instantly the TV
came alive.
    There, right in front of his eyes,
was a body in a casket, obviously dead,
surrounded by mourners. The body's face
was his own. He jumped from his seat
and knocked furiously on the glass pane
separating him from the driver.
    The angel looked at him and with a
heavenly smile assured him that, yes,
he was now in Heaven as a just reward
for his exemplary life while on earth.
She added that he might as well relax
and open a bottle of champagne. This he
did without further ado.
    After what seemed like an hour or
so, the limo exited the highway and
entered a gate. No one was in sight.
The angel stopped in front of a hotel
and opened the door for Larry. He,
still in a daze, stepped out and fol-
lowed the angel up the steps, through
the ornate door to the hotel lobby.
He looked around at the luxurious decor
and turned around to thank the angel.
    She was gone and he was left alone
in this enormous building with no one
in sight. He stepped up to the front
desk and hit the bell.
    The desk clerk came out from behind
a large screen. "Welcome to the Ration-
al Anarchist Hotel," he muttered in a
rather rude manner. With an animated
motion, the clerk handed Larry a key
and pointed to the elevators on the
left. The key had "1308" inscribed on
it. "Oh, no! Not floor 13! What sort of
hotel is this?"
    The clerk must have read his mind.
"Mister," said he, "this is Anarchist
Paradise. We have no laws and we do
whatever suits us best. If you don't
like it you know where you can go!" He
had a gun pointing at Larry's head.
    Larry needed no more prompting. He
headed to the elevator and in five se-
conds he was at the door of his room.
    He undressed and entered the show-
er. The cold water tap produced hot
water and the hot water tap spurted
scalding-hot water. He yelled and for
the first time found himself cursing in
gutter language.
    He hurriedly finished his shower,
quickly dressed up and went down to the
lobby with the intention of giving that
clerk a piece of his mind.
    To his amazement, the lobby was
full. They seemed to be waiting just
for him. Aha! he thought; a welcoming
committee!
    A burly fellow wearing denims with
guns holstered on his belt approached
Larry. "We heard your cussing. Now, is
that a way to express gratitude...." He
punched Larry on the nose.
    Blood oozed over his face. He wiped
it away from his eyes and, being some-
thing of a tough guy himself, clenched
his fist and took a swing at the at-
tacker. He missed. There was laughter
all around. The attacker punched him
again and again. Larry dropped on his
knees and begged mercy. The others
closed in on him and kicked him all
over.
    Larry called for the police. That
brought more laughter, and more kicks.
"This is Anarchist Heaven .... we have
no laws ...." they all chanted while
taking a swing or a kick at his body.
    He rolled over and managed to get
past the vicious horde, out into the
street. No one followed him.
    He caught his breath and headed out
to the highway. Lots of cars passed him
and nobody bothered to stop. He begged
and begged for help. Soon a red van
sped by. It came to a screaching stop
and reversed to where he was. The dri-
ver opened the door and bid him to come
in. Larry didn't hesitate. He flopped
onto the passenger seat, blood still
coming out of his nose. The driver was
sympathetic and offered him paper nap-
kins. He introduced himself as being
from the Liberal Heaven. Good God, no,
thought Larry, not an effing liberal!
    As if reading his mind, the liberal
assured Larry that he need have no fear
as he was merely taking him to where
the Pearly Gates was. They arrived at
"Pearly" and Larry was let off. The
liberal continued on to his heaven.
    Larry trodded back through the same
passageway he first exited. He found
the same angel at the desk still busy
processing the never-ending stream of
newcomers. He motioned for attention.
    The angel left her desk and came
over to him. "What is wrong that you're
back here?"
    "I tell you what's wrong. YOU sent
me to the wrong Heaven. They're bullies
in there. It's not my idea of Paradise;
I want my just reward for leading a
good life."
    "But, Sir, that is your reward. All
your life you preached anarchy. Remem-
ber, you were against all forms of laws
and governments. That's exactly what
you got here -- complete anarchy. Now,
if you're not happy with your lot, we
have a problem. You see, the Liberals
will not have you -- they think that
you're dumb. You'll not want to be in
Conservative Heaven; they have too many
laws and regulations. That leaves Hell.
Satan would dearly love to have you --
to show you what "real" anarchy is all
about. If you wish, I'll give you a
ticket to Hell. What say you."
    "Hell!" yelled Larry. "Are you mad
or is this some sort of a joke?"
    With that, Larry just stormed out
of the passageway. He noticed that all
the devil-drivers were leering at him
twirling their long tails. Thanks, but
no, thanks, thought Larry. He ran out
to the highway and began his long
journey to nowhere.
    It is said that he made it to the
Internet and now acts as a sort of
self-appointed thought-policeman. He
jumps in on everyone's conversation
even though he's not wanted. He found
his Hell.
    Welfare Reform .... Balanced Budg-
ets .... These are the buzzwords on
both sides of the Canada/USA border. On
Saturday, January 28th., President Bill
Clinton of the USA proclaimed that wel-
fare reform is underway. It might as
well have been Newt Gingrich that
made the statement because the Presi-
dent was acting under the influence of
the "new" Washington, the Republican
hard-right. Is this the "change" that
America voted for when it elected Bill
Clinton?
    Over here, in Canada, the mood is
just as foul. Federal Finance Minister
Paul Martin is about to start wielding
the ax while his colleagues in Cabinet,
including the Prime Minister himself,
simply watch the horror parade of the
destruction of our social safety net
without so much as batting an eyelid,
all in the name of fiscal responsibi-
lity. Responsibility to whom, one might
ask.
    The message from both countries'
leading politicians is the same: those
who are able-bodied ought to work not
collect welfare. OK, but, how did these
able-bodied workers arrive on the wel-
fare scene? Because there are no jobs
for them. Most jobs have been exported
to overseas locations where corpora-
tions can maximize profits by exploit-
ing the emerging countries' workforce.
That's how we have skilled people col-
lecting welfare instead of a paycheque.
   The answer is not welfare cut-backs;
it's job creation. Most welfare reci-
pients would much prefer a paycheque to
a welfare handout with all its red tape
and social stigma attached to it.
    President Bill Clinton was elected
on a platform of "change" not business
as usual. Prime Minister Jean Chrétien
and his Liberal Party were elected on a
platform of "job creation." Both lead-
ers have strayed off their promises and
are now espousing the policies of their
political opponents which were rejected
by the voters.
    Both leaders, lawyers and highly
educated, suffer from a severe case of
innumeracy. Both know what numbers are
but both do not understand their mean-
ing. If they understood numbers half as
well as they understand language, they
would realize that the root cause to
all their national problems lies in the
fact that their people no longer own
what God gave them -- their lands with
all their natural bounties -- it's the
banking system that owns all of the
land and the people's lives and future.
    It's time for real change. Let the
governments of both Canada and the USA
reclaim the sovereignty of the land by
restoring to the people the right to
create money in sufficient amounts as
to keep the economy buoyant with full
employment. Then there'll be no need to
worry about welfare as only those who
cannot work due to illness or parental
duties will be collecting welfare.
    To President Clinton the message
ought to be "It's Monetary Reform, Stu-
pid." To Prime Minister Chrétien the
same applies with the addendum that his
country, Canada, is the richest country
on earth -- bar none.
    Rich families don't go begging for
money from strangers. Both Canada and
the USA are inherently rich beyond
belief. They need not look outside
their borders for investors; they have
it all right here!
    It's time for real change -- a
change in viewing the concept of money
where it comes from and why.
   A change that will transfer the po-
wer to create money from the the Bank-
ers to the people. Money creation by
the Banks is done on a basis of moneta-
rizing a person's assets.
    People, through their elected re-
presentatives, can do the same thing --
monetarize the natural assets to create
through work, all the money required to
provide the best standard of living for
all members of society.
    It's time for change -- time to go
back to economics basics.