The lunacy continues… and it’s your money that’s at risk.
We streamed Jay Powell’s big speech live on Tuesday. We need more stimulus, he said.
In fact, keep it flowing.
Like all good drug dealers tell their addicts, too much is better than too little.
Stocks rose.
Four hours later, they plunged.
Trump walked away. The stimulus can wait, he said. But he’ll need to be reelected to make it happen.
There you have it… money in America. There’s not a natural force in sight.
But we saw this coming.
Not actually us… but our neighbors, nearly 200 years ago.
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The Manward Time Machine
When you shun the horrors of TV, you find time for more useful things… like studying the century-old political documents that come from the local bars.
Our town is not big.
Its footprint is nearly the same today as it was in 1836.
The biggest thing that’s happened here is Abe Lincoln came through on a train on his way to Gettysburg and once again after a bullet ended his life.
But it’s not surprising that a small, sleepy town named for the nation’s third president was once a hotbed of politics.
That’s where your money comes in.
You see, we recently found a proclamation made by our long-lost neighbors – probably some of the folks who laid the thick stone farmhouse walls that surround us.
On a cool Friday evening in 1836, they gathered by lamplight in the town’s old tavern and unleashed their angst on a familiar foe, a failed central bank known as the Second Bank of the United States.
Truer Words…
They started thusly:
Whereas, A Bill has been passed by the legislature of Pennsylvania, renewing the charter of the United States Bank; and whereas the Democratic citizens of this commonwealth look with an eye of mistrust upon powerful monied monopolies – the citizens here assembled deem it their duty to express their decided reprobation of the United States Bank.
Whew… that must have been some type of tavern with some darn good beer.
But we see the battle between the states and the Union that bound them was already brewing.
And like all things, money was at the center of it.
The beer flowed, and the anger grew…
That we look upon the charter of the U.S. Bank as unconstitutional; and that it will prove ruinous to the great mass of the people, and only advantageous to a few individuals who will increase their wealth by opposing their fellow citizens. We therefore cannot consent to have the Bank forced upon us.
Change a few phrases, tweak a few words and you could find the same theme in the editorial column of any good rag of record these days.
That’s why it’s key to read the next line with a close eye…
That the U.S. Bank is seeking undue power over the affairs of our state government, which it will not fail to exercise as soon as the people by quiet submission, tacitly agree that it shall retain its ill-gotten charter.
The old boys at the bar got it right.
Give ’em an inch, and over the next two centuries they’ll take 27 trillion miles… or, if Pelosi gets her way, 29.2 trillion.
The angered citizens of the day knew that once a central bank got its foot under the thick vault door, the citizens of the realm would slowly grow used to the profaneness of it all.
That we invite our Democratic brethren to assemble and re-assemble, and reiterate their denunciations against the mammoth bank, until the foul corrupt institution shall totter and fall to the ground before the majesty of an outraged commonwealth of freemen.
We’ll raise a glass to that.
The men, many of whom are buried in a cemetery just half a mile from our home, got their way.
Then the Trouble Started
Andrew Jackson privatized the bank.
For the second time in the nation’s then-50-year-old history, its central bank had failed.
Most folk don’t know what came next. Perhaps that’s the problem these days.
But Jackson turned to the oldest form of money. With the central bank and its funny money out of business, he forced folks to pay for the land grab out West with gold and silver.
With metal quantities naturally constrained, the bubble in land prices popped… speculative lending stopped… unemployment surged… and a seven-year depression ensued.
Worse yet, cotton prices fell.
The “cotton dollar,” as few history books will tell you, was the equivalent of the “petrodollar” today. It lubed up international trade and kept our dollars worth something.
But when prices fell… everything else fell apart.
The depression was fierce. And there was no printing press to fix it.
All the fingers pointed at the politicians. The Democrats of the day blamed the bankers. The Whigs blamed Jackson. And Martin Van Buren, who inherited the mess just five weeks into his presidential term, caught the official blame, chiefly because he refused to intervene.
A central bank caused the mess, he believed, so how could a central force fix it?
He led the country in the opposite direction it begged to go.
His “Independent Treasury” plan – which ruled until the creation of the Federal Reserve – called for the U.S. to store its wealth in vaults, not banks.
It was a fine idea… but hell on a political career.
Van Buren, of course, served just one lousy term.
And the dollar has never looked the same since.
We’re excited to see what comes after the nation’s third attempt at a central bank fails. What happens after a Fed chief begs the people to print more?
Digital dollars will surely give us plenty to write about.
But it’s a shame the boys at the tavern these days can’t talk about it.
The state closed the bars.
What is it worried about?
About Andy Snyder
Andy Snyder is the founder of Manward Press. An American author, investor and serial entrepreneur, Andy cut his teeth at an esteemed financial firm with nearly $100 billion in assets under management. In the years that have followed, he’s become sought after for his outspoken market commentary.
Andy and his ideas have been featured on Fox News, on countless radio stations, and in numerous print and online outlets. He’s been a keynote speaker and panelist at events all over the world – from four-star ballrooms to Capitol hearing rooms – and has rubbed shoulders with lawmakers, lobbyists and Washington insiders. He’s had lunch with John McCain… fished with America’s largest landowner… and even appeared on the Christmas card of one of Hollywood’s top producers.
Today, Andy’s dissident thoughts on life, Liberty and investing can be found in his popular e-letter, Manward Financial Digest, as well as in the pages of Manward Letter. He also is at the helms of the award-winning VIP Trading Research Services Alpha Money Flow and Venture Fortunes. Andy resides on 40 bucolic acres in rural Pennsylvania with his wife, children and a steadily growing flock of sheep.
