Rotten Borough debt economy collapse

Adam was puffing uphill towards his veranda. It was a crisp clear sunny day.He put a basket full of fresh eggs on the rusty table. He was thinking to put the eggs under a heat lamp in the basement and raise ducks,sell them, by more and get into business.
Slowly descending the rotting stairs to the basement, something cracked, the eggs collided and he made an omelette out of his cunning plan. Scraping the rests, he climbed back to the kitchen and fried the lump. At least he was enjoying the view from the veranda. The Rotten Borough was spreading for miles around,with dilapidated houses, broken glass, signposts and lamps.Just another rotten egg place , a basket full spreading around the World, all same .Thousands and thousands of this Pocket Boroughs in somebody pocket…Seems like Grozny, Adam thought.
He took his binoculars , opened a bottle of some Greek red wine his very distant relatives brought him a long while ago from their Rotten Borough and started to scan the landscape, looking for his fellow zombies. Some Marshall Plan is really needed here, he thought. But, even raising ducks , or making eggs is not viable. How can one compete with 3 cents egg coming from god knows where, being fed with god knows what? Yes, there was the Oasis City, glittering far in the sun. But even they have the rotten eggs problem. No Company is paying taxes, that is why they opened there and the money is not enough, they are cutting wages, and the taxes to run the place are getting scarce. On the brink of default.He even not wanted to think about the pension plan the Masters are proposing,just another scam.But what and which Marshal Plan, fixing the road,bringing back the electric power,what can be done the Chinese, Bangladesh,or even Mexicans are not already doing ? When you get rotten you stay rotten?
The sun was glistening and he could see for tens of miles afar…In the far distance there were helicopters turning and circling. That was the Money Temple, with the famous MoneyTree growing in the Temple Garden. See, there is action, all day and all night, he thought, but it is not the action for us. Helicopters, he thought, but They do not even consider making some Helicopter Money, not to think something more daring, like debt free.Some say They are building a Debt Mountain somewhere. Built on woes, grief and non paid debt of the Worlds Rotten Boroughs.
He sat drinking.I will rot here, he said loud. He remembered, when he was young, his friend Johnny and reached for the phone.
“Hi Eve” Adam said on the phone
“Hi Adam” Eve answered.
“Do you still plan to open the Garden of Eden cafe?” Adam asked
“Yes, I am just waiting for you to say yes” said Eve
“ It is Yes, Eve” Adam said
“Well, we can start in a few days, but there is a thing…” Eve answered, hesitant.
“What?” Adam.
“ You know, no Apple or juice from apples will be made and served in the Garden of Eden cafe” Eve said.
“That is a problem “Adam responded, “you know that Apples are cheap and the juice is good”
There was a silence on the other side.
“Ok” Eve said after awhile “but this time it will be You Responsible for the Apples”
“Yes, agreed” Adam said “I hope this time we can make it right”
“It is our last chance” said Eve