} Okay, this is the last time I'm going to explain it to you. Take notes.
}
} After the Treasury mints, or makes, the coins, they ship them off in a
} big armored car driven by uniformed ex-high school football linebackers
} with big guns to the banks. Somebody like you comes in with their
} welfare check and asks the bank teller to cash it. The bank teller asks
} for your driver's license, a major credit card, your library card, your
} Blockbuster video card, your thumbprint, an eyeball scan, your most
} recent hospital x-rays, a fifth of Jack Daniels, a short audition for
} the part of Bank Customer in the next Jerry Bruckheimer fiasco, your
} email address, and your review of the latest Smash Mouth CD. You tell
} her you don't have an email account and she rolls her eyes and says
} she'll just write "technophobe" in red ink on the withdrawal
} application. Once you sign the bottom ("here, here, here, and, oh,
} here, too"), she disappears into the vault, emerging ten minutes later,
} clothing slightly askew, carrying a medium-sized cloth bag. She opens
} the bag and counts out your withdrawal, one new gold dollar coin at a
} time, until the entire $179 is sitting in a pile on the other side of
} the bulletproof plexiglass partition. She indicates that if you would
} like the cloth bag, that it's extra since "these things don't grow on
} trees."
}
} And that, Supplicant, is how you will receive the new coins.
}
} You owe the Oracle your driver's license, a major credit card, your
} library card, your Blockbuster video card, your thumbprint, an eyeball
} scan, your most recent hospital x-rays, a fifth of Jack Daniels, a
} short audition for the part of Bank Customer in the next Jerry
} Bruckheimer fiasco, your email address, and your review of the latest
} Smash Mouth CD.
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