So I had a meeting recently with my boss. He doesn’t care for me much at all; which is quite a bit warmer than my feelings for him. Given this mutual antipathy, I decided to take meticulous notes on our meeting. I did this because I am a servant of the truth, and it is critical that a record of absolute integrity be maintained.
Anyway, the meeting went about as poorly as I expected. Fortunately though, I came off looking quite well as I glance through my notes. The same definitely can’t be said of my boss, who has certainly scuttled his social life and political aspirations, in addition to placing himself in myriad legal jeopardies. Thank God I was there to document it all.
Here’s what I wrote he said:
Boss mentioned that he’s a serial pederast while discussing my allegedly unsatisfactory work performance.
Claims to have participated in the lynching of Emmett Till in his youth. Asked QUOTE Do you know what you say to a black man in a suit? A: Will the defendant please rise! UNQUOTE
Pressured me to be the bag-man for an industrial espionage racket. I refused citing ethics rules verbatim.
He responded by saying he expected loyalty from his employees and asked if I was loyal or not. I took this to mean he wanted me to falsify climate data in order to form a pretext for abandoning key international treaties.
I defiantly told him I was loyal only to honor, justice, and the constitution.
And that’s why he fired me. Anything else you may hear is a damn lie, which my notes above easily prove.
I suppose the only way to take such concentrated media flatulence as the James Comey Show seriously is to unwillingly find yourself in the middle of it. Otherwise it is nearly beyond the power of lucid observers to comment without mockery.
The airwaves are scourged with silver-haired homosexuals intoning somberly into cameras about the legal admissibility of FBI notes, as if they were authored by God’s stenographer. Obviously never discussed on these so-called newscasts is the fact that in normal investigations the agent himself is not a party to the alleged misconduct. Random Agent Jones doesn’t stand to personally face either criminal indictment for distributing classified data, or alternately eight figure book deals depending on the matter’s resolution. Such widely-varying outcomes might be seen as having a significant shaping effect on a g-man’s memory as he goes to transcribe the meeting afterwards in his notepad. Prison or plutocrat: Ahh yes, the entire conversation is becoming crystal clear the more I think about it.
The fact that this Andromeda-sized conflict has yet to even furrow a brow on the teevee kulture klatch shows just how much more money there is in making words with your mouth than your brain. But that’s just something else I’m taking notes on. Offer me eight figures, and they just may turn out to be quite flattering.