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Edited on Sat Sep-18-04 07:21 AM by Tandalayo_Scheisskop
Something of a rant/screed, about how this maladministration was the "Cocaine Ethics" administration. It can be summed up by this maladministration's adhearance to the central ethical adhearance to the #1 cocaine ethical phrase: "Go Fuck Yourself". In everything they do, in every policy decision they make, scratch the surface and there it is, that lustily-delivered suggestion, replete with the sweat, the snot and the spit. Every decision, every announcement, every speech is imbued with that phrase. It's there for the world to see, hear and then obey, to go commit intercourse upon itself. The lying? Good lord, if a cocaine abuser tells you the sky is blue, please go check to make sure. Other supporting scientific evidence wouldn't hurt either.
I know what I am talking about and know what I am seeing: I worked for 27 years in the music business. Contrary to popular belief, we did not spend our off-time sitting in our hotel rooms, reading the Gideon's Bible and drinking tea from fine china cups and eating cucumber lady finger sandwiches. No, we were hogging up 12-inch Texas Gag Rails of what I have come to believe is The Stupidest Substance on The Face of The Planet(save, maybe, Heroin, although I have no experience with that shit). Cocaine is the one drug that imbues the ingester with a near-terminal case of Pernicious and Malignant Intractable Rude Dumbass, with Frantic Delusions of Grandeur. Sound like anyone we know?
Make no mistake: These are Cocaine ethics we are seeing. Does that mean that these people are presently using? I have no evidence that will allow me to say "yes" with any certainty, but I can say that a good number of these people, at some time, did some serious, he-man, two-fisted, eight-ball-in-an-hour Krell Monstering, liked what it did to their personalities and did not ever change.
That said, I would not be surprised to find out that there are secret rooms in the halls that these people walk, that have wheelbarrows full of seized Peruvian Flake, mounded high and with straws sticking out of them for easy tootage. Just punch in your code on the crypto door lock, go in, and get right and tight, then go and make some decisions that disenfranchise people and kill brown folks.
That's the Cocaine Way.
This has been a Tandalayo Scheisskopf No-Shitter Alert. I am Tandalayo Scheisskopf, and if you don't believe I support this message, I'll stick a boot up your ass.
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