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Here's a somewhat obtuse play commenting on the effective result of all of this BS...R.C.
RC: "Wait Person? Could I speak with the Manager?".
WP: "Si."
Assistant Manager: "May I help?"
RC: "Sure! Get me the manager."
AM: "Apparently you are unaware of the change of policy now, across the entire board in AmeriKa. There are NO managers, only assistants. "You remember that image on Truman's desk: "The buck stops here."?
RC: Sure. Of course;.
AM: Then ye are of an ever diminishing group of those who behave with responsibility and expect it, too.
RC: That's rather astute for an Assistant Manager. But I'd prefer to speak with the manager.
AM: I'm sorry, but there are no longer such individuals around. Instead, I'll pass your complaint around. and IF our 'Diversity Committee' feels it's worthwhile, you'll get a letter in about 3 months.
RC: And you call this 'doing a job?'
AM: Sure! AM's are the #2 'Career Choice' per the New World Employment Magazine
RC: Dare I ask what's #1?
AM: I bet your guess would be correct, i.e., professional snitches and snitch controllers.
RC: How do you know that?
AM: That's from my quick glimpse at your file.
RC: How do you have a file on me? I'm 500 miles from home and have no cell phone, no toll scanner and am in a car I borrowed from a friend, etc.
AM: Well, as our company is a proud member of Infragard, we have the -Gold=? No..- We had to kick in an extra million dollars- to the FBI's "liaison" to get "Platinum Level" membership, which gives us instant,24/7/365.25 access 'almost all' of your file at the NSA.
RC: "Almost all?"
AM: Well, between me and you it appears that you have far, far more than typical 'classified' information on your file than your typical long haired construction worker, which is what your 'profile' says your occupation is. Is that right?
RC: (Lying.) Sure!
AM: Have you ever worked with explosives? R
C: Duh, no.
AM: Could you say that closer and louder? (Indicating a stick mic on his lapel.)
RC: NO. I wouldn't - ain't me. I hate T-word cowards.
AM(aside and covering the mike) Well those three guys who followed you into here RC: I tried not to notice them, but failed, yes?
AM: They paid me $100 and a free cell phone to call from if I ever see you again.
RC: Uh, so... they're from the FDLE, doing just what they've done to Karen Stewart?
AM: Yup.
[RC aside: SOTTites: If you are not aware of 'targeted individuals', you should be. I guarantee that some of ye are being more watched than you realize. By the time one seeks to prove it, such BS has by then usually been going on about seven or more years.) Please just google this simple search: <"karen stewart" NSA FDLE $100> and see what it's like.]
RC: And you're content with all this? (And beyond that, back to the main issue), And you're content with a mere non‑merit system?
AM: What choice have I? Let me quote Shakespeare's 'last' play, co‑written with Fletcher, Pericles of Tyre. (Such wisdom in such 'lower' places is ever more common, but a dying trend, too.) BOULT: (A 'bawd'/'pander', aka, a Pimp, to Marina):
BOULT: "What would you have me do? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one. MARINA: Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty Old receptacles, or common sewers, of filth; Serve by indenture to the common hangman: Any of these ways are yet better than this;
RC sez: And there's an end. R.C.
But this is nothing but catalyst, right? How much 'shit' does it take to get someone to step out of it and move on? Yes, life without the known 'shit' might be scary, but sooner or later you must take that first step or get consumed by it.