One thought on “Zimbabwe”

1. Scene: “The Desert Dinar”
   Setting: A smoky underground briefing room somewhere in Tripoli, years before the fall.

   G.I. Joe (lighting a cigar):
   You know, before the desert burned, Colonel Gaddafi had a plan — not for war, but for freedom. Not just Libya’s freedom, but Africa’s. He called it the gold dinar. One currency for the whole continent, backed by real gold. No paper tricks, no IMF strings, no U.S. dollars bleeding nations dry.

   He wanted Zimbabwe in on it — to pull them out of hyperinflation, out of the chokehold of the greenback. Mugabe was desperate, his currency worthless, wheelbarrows of cash for a loaf of bread. Gaddafi said, “Brother, we will print a new future — gold for grain, oil for gold.”

   But then came the dynamic duo — Billary Clinton.
   Bill, the charmer who played sax while the Balkans burned. Hillary, the hawk with a smile who signed off the drone strikes. Together, they called it “humanitarian intervention.”

   Snake Eyes (silent, just nodding).

   G.I. Joe (continuing):
   What they didn’t tell you was this — the gold dinar threatened the whole petrodollar system. Libya’s vaults were loaded with bullion, enough to bankroll a new African central bank. The West couldn’t have that.
   So they called it revolution.
   They armed “rebels” who filmed chaos on cell phones while NATO rained democracy from the sky.

   And when the smoke cleared, the Colonel lay dead in a drainage pipe. His gold — gone. His plan — buried.
   Zimbabwe was left to rot under sanctions, inflation, and fake aid.

   G.I. Joe stubs out his cigar.
   The lesson, soldier?
   Every time someone tries to build a world without the dollar, they get “liberated.”

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