FIGHTING MODERN MAFIA Whenever a bunch of hooligans, the rogue type, ascend to power, the innocent suffer, and the just and the honest groan. Woe to you if you ever find yourself at loggerheads with them. Theyll stop at nothing, scheming day and night, scheming again and again, and then scheming some more until they screw you; until they have your blood on their hands. These hooligans are the modern day Mafia. They are smart and learned, and unlike the traditional schemers that favoured physical violence, these employ lies wrapped up in wits and the provisions of the Constitution. Give them a law and theyll interpret it a thousand times to alter it, then pick one loose interpretation that they like, the one that favours them, and shout it out loud at the top of their lungs. When it comes to investigating and prosecuting a matter, they fear the light. Their idea of carrying out official business is to huddle over a beer in a dark corner of a bar in the dead of the night, to settle on a guilty verdict and discuss how bad they should make it look to the public. Im strongly opposed to this kind of justice and justices. They are not worth the salt. They emerge in the morning, haggard, bleary-eyed and high on something with their unjust verdicts. The men and women who love truth, the diligent and the hardworking, and all those who strive for transparency (what was wrong with hearing Boss in public?) shiver and cower like trapped rabbits. When the ax of injustice falls, there, kicking and foaming at the mouth, is yet another victim of unholy schemes. The list of victims is growing. There are those who survive albeit narrowly. PLO Lumumba was not as lucky. Gladys Shollei (the Boss) is still kicking and we very much hope that she emerges the victor. Hang in there, Boss. Your mission is not to get your office back. Its rather to put the fear of God and an end to these senseless internal white-collar terrorists. You might not strike hard enough with those motherly punchlines but do draw blood, pull on that stud, claw them in the face, strike hard over the spectacles or something. Anything. Give them hell. Show them what a woman scorned is really like. And when youre done with these rotten clowns, they will keep their distances from a one-woman army; theyll know that an honest above board is weightier than you must know people; that Boss is your God-given title and that they should never have envied you in the first place.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 14:23:39 +0000
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