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As Obama and crew print and borrow more and more money, the U.S. dollar faces an uncertain future.

But three cheers for our Unmighty Dollars -- print as many as you like. They're already worth Nothing, so they can't go down in value.

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The Nothing Store issues new currency weekly.


Counterfeiting Instructions:

Click on a denomination above, print the bills, cut them out, and stuff in an envelope. Send to your congressman or senator marked as a CAMPAIGN CONTRIBUTION. They'll get the message! For the address of your congressman, click here for senators and here for representatives.






THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES



This song first appeared during the Great Depression. It was Bob Hope's theme song and the lyrics often changed to parody current events. The original music and lyrics were by Ralph Rainger and Leo Robin.

The Nothing Store version:



Thanks for the memories
Of things I can't forget, debt I now regret,
Our wondrous years in Boomland and Wall Street roulette.
How crazy it was.

And thanks for the memories
Of dawn at Wakiki, McMansions by the sea.
We had a pad in DC, where we partied, spent and lobby'd.
How lovely it was

Many's the time we feasted,
And nary's the time we fasted
Oh well, it was swell while it lasted
And we did have fun
Now it's done

So thanks for the memories
Of how we used to buy, shopping on the fly,
Of barbecue and lobster stew, tax-free dinners on the sly.
How giddy it was.

Yes thanks for the memories
Of Greenspan and Bernanke, reality in the tanky.
I long for another bubble, but was it really worth the trouble?
How foolish I was.

And thanks for the memories,
Every day I wake up, wondering why the crackup,
Then I see, the laugh's on me, it's a sham economy.
How silly it was.

But, thanks for the memories
Of every laugh and thrill. I've been through the mill.
I've lived a lot and learned a lot, you left me broke and still;
I miss you so much.

Thanks for the memories
Of drinking the whole fifth, of books that were a myth,
Tonight the way things look, I need a book by Adam Smith
How brainy he was.

Gone all the fantasies:
That government knows best, the Founders laid to rest.
That the blessings of prosperity do not flow from precious liberty.
How true we now know.

Yes, it's a fallacy
That grown-ups never cry, baby, that's a lie.
We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die.
And thank you so much.



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