Starting with the whack abstract sawbuck...I love the idea of replacing that homicidal sonofabitch Andy Jackson with Duke Ellington, gentleman and creator, on the $20. Emily Dickenson on the ten-spot? Yowza. And Sam Clemens on the fifty? Mark twain, brother.
And the very notion of a Lady Day Dollar?
Testify, home slice! Amen, spanky!
Hey, I love the Founders; Lincoln and Grant were stand-up guys and all besides having some damn fine facial hair. But politics and politicians aren't all we are. We're also musicians and artists and writers and sculptors, scientists and poets, actors and ballplayers. Why shouldn't they be on our money, too?
Ok, the Jack Torrence/Nicholson #100? Not so much.
But with the dollar in danger of losing its position as the world's reserve currency, what the hell...why not? Let's ditch the greenbacks we've been carrying since the last Great Depression and go space age/new wave/coolfunkyhipcrazy. Let's put Cadillac Ranch and Enrico Fermi and the Space Needle on there. What the fuck.
It's not like the politicans we have now - the ones not on the money - are going to spend it any less foolishly.
