03-23-2019, 03:11 PM
ACCOUNTABILITY, THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT
Choppagirl, you mention a word that makes every Pollywaffler shudder, run for cover, hide behind their loyal spin doctors, contact legal, and speak in tongues, riddles and shanty’s - ACCOUNTABILITY.
For our Pollywafflers and their bureaucrats, minions and footstools, these silk suit wearing obsfucating guru’s of peddling Pooh laugh at the notion of being accountable. Why? They are slime... Lying, deceiving, selfish, disgusting conscienceless sociopaths. They do not promulgate fairness, justice or moral correctness. They care not about you or I, Choppagirl, never have and never will. But we trudge along, occasionally scoring a minor win, heating up their kitchen a little bit and living the dream that one day justice will prevail. It’s a small hope, a dream of sorts, dare I say even a fantasy, but one that we hope will come true.
So for now, this Dorothy is putting away his slip on shoes as all that heel clicking is achieving nought. The Styx River beckons as the waters are calm and their are many political fish on the bite after the full moon. I will have to beg the Captain to let me take the Houseboat for a spin and to try and catch one or two. I’m not greedy, just want to catch enough to satisfy myself and Choppagirl...... please Captain?
Choppagirl, you mention a word that makes every Pollywaffler shudder, run for cover, hide behind their loyal spin doctors, contact legal, and speak in tongues, riddles and shanty’s - ACCOUNTABILITY.
For our Pollywafflers and their bureaucrats, minions and footstools, these silk suit wearing obsfucating guru’s of peddling Pooh laugh at the notion of being accountable. Why? They are slime... Lying, deceiving, selfish, disgusting conscienceless sociopaths. They do not promulgate fairness, justice or moral correctness. They care not about you or I, Choppagirl, never have and never will. But we trudge along, occasionally scoring a minor win, heating up their kitchen a little bit and living the dream that one day justice will prevail. It’s a small hope, a dream of sorts, dare I say even a fantasy, but one that we hope will come true.
So for now, this Dorothy is putting away his slip on shoes as all that heel clicking is achieving nought. The Styx River beckons as the waters are calm and their are many political fish on the bite after the full moon. I will have to beg the Captain to let me take the Houseboat for a spin and to try and catch one or two. I’m not greedy, just want to catch enough to satisfy myself and Choppagirl...... please Captain?