Friday, November 21, 2008

no handouts for the hands out

Day 85 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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And so it goes.

Three little companies tried to convince the Gov they needed cash, and they needed it now.

“But where is your plan?” said Gov.

“Plan? We need a plan?” said the three looking perplexed.

“Yes,” said the Gov, “and it better be a good one. Now, go away and come back in two weeks time with a plan, a cunning plan, a plan so good we can cut it with a knife. And then, just maybe then, we will throw you a bone if we like it.”

“But, we need the bone, I mean the cash - right now, and it you don’t, well the entire world will collapse like an ill constructed house of credit cards.” wailed the three believing themselves clever.

“That may be so,” said the Gov yawning, “but we have a holiday to attend to, so bugger off and don’t bother us again for two weeks,” said the Gov.

And so it goes.

Don’t’ you just love hypocrisy and lunacy. Here are the Govs looking for plans. I wonder if any of them have plans, or limo drivers, or super-overly inflated paychecks (mostly tax free I may add).

Oh, it’s glorious with all its posturing, bluster and stupidity.

Oh how we toted Capitalism as the best system ever. How we laughed and ridiculed the Communists and Fascists and Socialists and any other ists out there as inferior systems devised by feeble minded tribes.

But I know little of Govs and how they pretend to work and have no constructive criticism to spew - so will leave off and let the kettle boil over.

And so it goes.

Until tomorrow . . .

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