Word has it the Federal Reserve Bank of New York is working towards producing a social media spying program. The objective is to monitor Facebook, Twitter and blogs. No they are not looking for self-confirmation from Fed loving Cainiacs to boost their ego. They’re likely not even tapping the social-sphere for PR data. While they are a private bank, they are not a consumer bank. So they have no vested interest in opinions of the consumer. With the rise of Ron Paul and the End the Fed movement, as well as the Occupy Wall Street (and now the Occupy the Fed) protests practically knocking on their door, the Fed is scared, and rightfully so. A growing segment of the public has identified them as public enemy number one. So the fed is on the look out for those who seek to destroy its money monopoly.

There really is no need for the Fed to take a subversive route to learn what we think of them. Most of their critics gladly espouse their views out in the open like heartbroken lovers broadcasting their trials and tribulations to their Facebook friends. I for one have nothing to hide, and that’s why they have everything to fear.

So in light of their recent endeavors I would like to offer up my beef with the Fed. While images of storming their marble halls, imprisoning banksters and shouting “off with their heads” has a certain classically romantic appeal, I don’t think we have to go all French Revolution on them. Instead I would like to think of the matter as a toxic relationship which we have begrudgingly stayed in out of various, granted poorly justified reasons. Naïvety, insecurity, ignorance, even complacency. But the writing is on the wall. My facebook wall that is. It’s message is, it’s time we go our separate ways.

Dear “Federal” Reserve Bank,

We have had a long and sorted relationship, you and I. I have put in so much of my time, money and effort but have received very little in return. At first your appeal was very attractive. You offered me stability I thought I needed, and I thought you could provide. But then you started asking more of me. You assured me that if I gave up a portion of my income I would have a better quality of life, but all I did was make less money. You promised that if I relinquished control of the household finances that we would be more prosperous. Instead our debt is enormous and what money we do have is worth 98% of what it was when we met. What is worse, while I was scraping to make ends meet you’ve continuously loaned my money to your banker buddies with gambling problems, all because they made some really bad bets.

Now, I’m convinced you are involved in some really shady dealings. I’ve seen you cavorting with other foreign banks. I have overheard your back room deals with the military-industrial mafia to help fund their turf wars. All the while I’ve listened to that infernal printer going into all hours of the night. And you have the nerve to stick me with the ink and paper costs! You’re so damn secretive I don’t know whats going on for sure. All I can do is look at my dwindling bank account, watch my crashing credit score, and look back on the days when I was in control. Yes I made mistakes then, but they were my mistakes, and nobody, I mean NOBODY was playing me for a fool!

I have always wanted to say this, so here we are… It’s not you, it’s me. I have wised up to your games. While you still think I’m stupid enough to fall for them. Well guess again.

The truth is you are a cold hearted bitch who only thinks of your self and your elite circle. So suffice it to say, I think it is time we start seeing other currencies. I know what you’ll say. With that condescending tone “Where are you going to go? With Gold? She’s so old and jingly, who would want her?”. Well, maybe! She’s been hot shit for thousands of years! “Local currencies? Good luck finding anybody to accept those pariahs!” you say. But you know, at least I know what they’re worth unlike someone I know!

There are plenty of fiscally responsible options in the sea. So don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine. You on the other hand. I would say your days are numbered. With the debt you’ve racked up it’s unlikely anybody will take you in. But then again, thats karma. She’s a bitch too, maybe you’ll get along.

Truly no longer yours,

The American People.

We’ll Fed, now you know where I stand. So what are you going to do about it? I suggest you stop worrying about us “End the Fed’ers” and just pray your old friend Ron Paul’s bill H.R. 1098, the “Free Competition in Currency Act of 2011″ doesn’t pass. Because that surely would mean the breakup of the century.

Spread the word! If you like this post and want to see an end to the Fed, switch your Facebook relationship status to “It’s Complicated” and post the breakup letter contained in this article along with a link to the full text. That will be sure to open some eyes.

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