Events to not worry about these days would be fire alarms. As Aesop in his simple genius wrote, a boy who cries wolf wins no friends and is hungry in the winter. I think there is a parallel to the modern fire alarm. It simply annoys as it sounds when food burns in the microwave or when the oven smells weird. Then the building is emptied and people wait around. They talk about how annoyed they are and what they wish they could be doing. The situation becomes worse when rain drops laugh on the bystanders or urgency denies time to clothe properly. I mean if it is raining outside the "fire" would obviously be doused and being in a building that resembles a sauna is often a pleasure.
In an attempt to keep G.B. anonymous, I distorted his face. |
The upside is that people are recognizing the cries for what they are. His latest rally had under ten percent ticket sales and looked exactly like a half hearted attempt at promotion. His TV ratings are dropping and fewer companies want to pay for advertising space during his hour. The very free market that G.B. complains is too government regulated is forcing him off the air and cutting into his coffers.
I will be the first to call his reaction next. "Sour Grapes" Maybe instead of writing books our friend G.B. should start reading. Aesop's Fables would be a good starting point.
Listen to this song about wolves.
The Pack: Wolfpack Party
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