Friday, August 31, 2018
The Speech (short version 1)
I am suspicious. I am highly suspicious of all you bastards. Over the distance of my entire life, I have watched as you have abused your positions and have been rewarded personally when you are already well compensated. From where I sit, you people have damaged the credibility of the original ideals of this operation. I have a file on each one of you and all those who came before you since early last century. You activities have been traced in relation to outside forces that are separate from what it is we are trying to do here. You have all followed the general patterns associated with your individual positions. I have watched you all deceive the public and lie to each other. I believe you have all been compromised in various ways. It is for these reasons and more, which can be found in the appropriate place on your way out, that you are all officially relieved of duty. In the envelope you will each receive in the next room, you will find your compensation which must be either accepted or dismissed by you on the spot. You have no choice. Any questions can be forwarded to the entities on the bottom of the page titled: Goodbye! I wish you all to one day lose your country-club memberships and make mistake after mistake for the rest of your crusty lives. Have a nice day!
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