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Helicopter Pilot: Lower cargo door. It is time Uncle Ben. Drop!

Helicopter Pilot: Lower cargo door... It is time Uncle Ben. Submitted by Mark Twain, 10/01/2012

Co-Pilot: Uncle Ben, wake up! The pilot is calling for you. It's time again. Ben! Wake up. It's time again.

Helicopter pilot: Hovering over Central Park, New York again. Opening rear cargo door. Uncle Ben, will you please do the honors?

Uncle Ben: [Rub eyes.] Here? In the middle of Central Park? .... [Scan skyline.] Couldn't we drop it on Wall Street again? The banks will put the money to use. Get it invested. Fractional reserved. Hypotecated.

Pilot: Inflation has ripped through my military salary. My friends are suffering down there... Central Park... See the tents.

Uncle Ben: Won't a line-of-credit be enough for your friends? Vouchers?

Pilot: We drop your cash again, right here! Right now!
And we well keep doing this, as long as it takes.

Disclaimer: Mark Twain (1835-1910-To be continued) is unlicensed. His river pilot's license went delinquent in 1862. Caution advised. Daily Paul