On the record – the moronsphere is alive and well
You know how it is when you find out something about the organization you are involved with – like there are no cojones to be found – as another friend is wont to say “the krewe of broke dick” rules the roost – and god forbid if you are someone who speaks the truth because if it happens to be a discouraging word you will be instantly branded an infidel cause god bless the child who doesn’t fly right – poor soul needs help, needs encouragement, needs pity – it’s like some born again job co-dependency. Oh yes, dear readers, we are talking unhealthy and the signs of this sickness kind of makes me sick. So as my colleague told me this evening upon finding out the verdict – we’re going to look on the sunny side – because really, at the end of the day, there are those of who know what’s what, and we’re the only ones who matter anyway, right?
I mean really, whatyagonnado?