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and which illustrates well how one can be fucked by the types who govern our world, that is to say the white-collar crooks (and who in addition are not punishable)
A man wearing a tie appeared one day in a village. Mounted on a crate, he shouted to anyone who wanted to hear that he would buy cash 100 euros each donkey donkey offered.
The peasants found it a little strange but its price was very interesting and those who top with him left the rebounded portfolio, the mine happy.
He returned the next day and this time offered 150 € per head, and again a large part of the inhabitants sold their animals to him.
The following days, he offered € 300 and those who had not yet done so sold the last donkeys. Noting that there was only one left, he announced that he would come back to buy them for € 500 in eight days and he left the village.
The next day, he entrusted his partner with the herd he had just bought and sent him to this same village with orders to resell the animals 400 € per unit.
Faced with the possibility of making a profit of 100 € the following week, all the villagers bought their donkey four times the price they had sold and to do this, all borrowed.
As should be expected, the two businessmen went off to take a deserved vacation in a tax haven and all the villagers were left with worthless donkeys, in debt up to their necks, ruined. The unfortunate people tried in vain to resell them to repay their loan. The donkey's course collapsed. The animals were seized and then rented to their previous owners by the banker.
The latter, however, went to cry with the mayor, explaining that if he did not return to his funds, he would also be ruined and should demand the immediate repayment of all the loans granted to the municipality.
To avoid this disaster, the Mayor, instead of giving money to the inhabitants of the village to pay their debts, gave it to the banker, close friend and first assistant, by the way.
However, this one, after having restored its treasury, did not make a line on the debts of the villagers nor on those of the commune and all found themselves close to the over-indebtedness!
Seeing his note about to be degraded and taken by the throat by interest rates, the town asked for help from neighboring towns, but the latter replied that they could in no way help him because they had experienced the same misfortunes.
On the wise and disinterested advice of the banker, all decided to reduce their expenses: less money for schools, for social programs, roads, municipal police ... We raised the retirement age, we abolished posts of municipal employees, wages were lowered and taxes increased.
It was said to be inevitable, but they promised to moralize this scandalous donkey trade.
This sad story takes all its salt, when we know that the banker and the two crooks are brothers and live together on an island in Bermuda, bought by the sweat of their brow.
They are called the Market Brothers.
Very generously, they promised to subsidize the electoral campaign of outgoing mayors.
