WHY WOULD YOU?
Why would you say something like that?
I have to wonder to myself - it cannot be
for the audience, because there is none. Ah,
but me, I guess, for here I am reacting already.
Your wearing a fine suit and a fine tie means
nothing much to me - you've made all your
money on the sly - quibbling with liars and
cheats as yourself. Rat-tails and slow-scams,
the monied pretense of the rich and the powered,
oh Bill Clinton himself would have nothing
on you. The ministry of saying nothing has
long ago installed his glamor as the post to
roost upon. 'Throw me another girl-salad,' I
once heard him say at a reception. Even there,
at the United Nations, no one gaveled his ass.
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