To uproot a tenacious weed for good, one must delve deep into the earth’s dark hold and tear away the hidden root that feeds its stubborn life mere clipping of the leaves above the soil invites its swift return. So too with money’s tangled, poisoned vine: its roots entwine in debt-born currency, in central thrones that mint perpetual lack, in silent taxes wrought by endless print. To heal the garden of our common wealth, we cannot merely prune the branches seen or shift the foliage to another bed—we must pull clean the rot beneath the ground and plant anew a system sound and free.