Looks like you crossed some kinda line, Fani, and now you have to pay the price. Which she might be able to do because Fani's net worth is mere 8 million socialist dollars. You can read all about it on Zero, here.
In sum, massive corruption. What are we, Zimbabwe? Something like that, but with far greater amounts of DEI cash to sling around the Malfeasance Zone which is our governance. Come back, Selous Scouts, all is forgiven.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
There we were, in the dead heat of a dead hot summer and we prayed, when will this heat ever end? Maybe never, so there you are at your desk, sweat dripping down onto the Dell even though your AC's running full blast like a racehorse which just can't keep up.
No kidding, the very ground is cracking under the heat and there you are, idly chopping sweating mahogany with a razor sharp kukri, chop, chop, chop, in time with failing ChiCom ceiling fan dystopia.
A knock on the door. Rap, rap, rap. You look up through the heat haze, clearing a Glock .45, "Come in!" All very Master and Commander and enter the office, and he does, a complete 5.7' of hooded aggressor. Wow, 13% produces 50% of the crime. "Where's your money at?" demands our malfeasant POC friend, waving a blunt machete and a worse than useless garbage Hi-Point.
You look hoodrat in the eye and ask, "You want money? Yeah, we all want money, so take it, it's yours, it's up the monkey, just help yourself. Hey man, have at it, feel free, it's all yours."
100% eye contact. There you are in 110* waiting on the monkey rush, call it a stand-off. So what's it gonna be? Life and death. Rush the monkey to get the cash or... not. Your call, buddy, as a dystopian fan whirs overhead, and the heat does not lessen. No, it builds.
Hoodie looks at the munificent monkey, standing tall in your corner, full off cash, a veritable simian of a floor safe, and you can see the pull of greed versus personal safety playing out in Hoodie's mind. What's it to be, rush the monkey and get the cash and die rich, or retreat out of this hot, hot room, alive.
You watch, tapping your kukri impatiently against a scarred desk, "Maybe it's time for you to go, my friend. Or maybe you want to get all up in the Rittenhouse. Your call, go ask the monkey. It's totally up to you."
Which way would you play this utterly unlikely scenario, punters?
Cheers,
LSP
Here at the Compound we try to keep on top of monkey stories and keen-eyed readers will recall that a crazed simian escaped into the frozen wasteland of Pennsylvania. Government authority wasn't slow to react, do not "approach, attempt to catch, or come in contact with the monkey."
Apparently some unfortunate person did and now exhibits symptoms of the common cold/covid, but with pink eye. RAGE, anyone? Let's hope not. In related news, we're cleverly sending a USMC task force into the Black Sea, where they won't be vulnerable, at all. But not to worry, a full 8,500 troops are on standby to fight the Russian bear. Wow, that'll stop a Siberian Shock Army if it decides to roll.
Which shows up the empty posturing of The Crook, The Whore and... and the what? A midget or dwarf, perhaps. Imagine the novel or TV series, The Crook The Whore And The Midget. And there you have it, punters, we're now officially in clownworld. Write the fiction and discover that truth flies ahead of you.
But seriously, what's with the Ukraine and our urgent, pressing, necessary, all consuming need to go to war? Could it be that Raytheon and Lockheed Martin need to make money, a Trillion$ defense budget needs justification, and our rulers are bipartisan coining it outta the former Eastern Bloc nation, think gas.
Hey, it's all in the sons, Pelosi's, Romney's, Biden's, et al but don't forget 10% to the Big Guy. Some animals are more equal than others.
Your Best Pal,
LSP
Never a frown with golden brown. I'd advise caution and so would the monkey, he's a ferocious beast. Here's Toto.
One Love,
LSP
