Has anyone noticed the persistent filth in the air lately?
• The low visibility due to the kicked up dust?
• The high winds, that would otherwise blow away the litter, trash, dead tumble weeds, and excess soil and sand with little resistance?
• The lack of rain to wash away the settled filth?
Nature has an efficient way of cleansing and renewing things. It has been the same for thousands of years. It only deviates when man and corruption enter the equation.
Everywhere you look, Darwin's Theory is at work. Everywhere...that is...except for Albuquerque, New Mexico. An uneducated onlooker would ask; why is this? Readers here, and others fed up with being fed bullshit, walked on, having their dignity ripped from them every day, then being silenced, know the answer.
A successful organization should always evolve in areas that most often change, like technology, mental health and social issues, but it should stay rooted in its foundation of core values in regards to basic morality; the right and wrong of things. These are things we all know. These are things that do not change. I am not talking about religion or cultural based decisions. I am talking about things that are universally understood like a handshake (not the corny ass'd slap punch bullshit) that two men engage in when they meet and or agree on something, or a smile. Along these basic lines is where two things meet:
• The problem
• Common ground
You see, the problem here is that the filth and least desirable have found ways to defy Darwin's theory and Nature's way here in our city. The seeds of worthless water depleting weeds have embedded themselves so deep in Albuquerque soil that they have grown rich and fat. The gardeners have fallen asleep, letting them multiply, and the blowing soil, and trash has not been taken away. It has just been redistributed to cover the damage being done by these parasites.
Morality and righteousness is the common ground here folks. It is what crosses all divides, and brings those together who disagree. When there is such an imbalance as we have here, the righteous transcend their differences, in order to overcome injustice, and progress to a higher state. Notice, I said the righteous. This is the trait the administration of the city of Albuquerque lacks, and it is intentional. This is what leads us back to the PROBLEM, the selfish.
When you burn a human ear off, it does not regenerate and grow back like the fleeing lizard's tail you may have ripped off as a child years ago. When you light elderly gentlemen on fire in a bus stop, their skin does not grow back the same. They have to live with red and pink turkey like skin for the rest of their lives, like some of our favorite administrative criminal minds we have here. When you murder unarmed, and non-threatening members of people's families, then lie about it, and attack those who bring attention to what you have done, the harm is irreparable. When you fill your pockets at the expense of everyone else, with THEIR money, you upset the balance of things. Last but not least, when you sacrifice the good of all, for the welfare of the few at the top, it all goes to shit.
So what do those who run this city do? In keeping their true dogmatic rug lifter fashion, they dig in, LIE, deny, LIE, make excuses, LIE, play the shell game, LIE, break out the dog and ponies, LIE, do a song and a dance, LIE, play with smoke and mirrors, LIE, commit crimes, (oops you can definitely add LIE in there with that one too) play the victim, then LIE some more, circle the wagons, LIE again, and when all else fails, they hire people to do all of the above for them. But the stubbornness of a few is obvious. A few continue to refuse to drive their snake oil shitwagons out of our town.
They cling like the parasites they are.
All of this might lead one to believe that the oldest book of lies is contained somewhere in the City LIARS office, Oops... I mean Attorney's office, where it is protected by a stringy haired, hunchbacked, troll with Olympic lying abilities, but yet who can't even walk up a flight of stairs without vomiting. It's a wonderful thing, isn't it?
Well folks, the septic system of city government has failed, and will have to be cleaned out by hand. It is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
This is not a wonderful thing. What do we do with all the lizard tails ripped from the fleeing defendants? Where do we procure orange jumpsuits for the turkey? Surely Kauffman's west can't supply these items, and if so! Will there be a bid? Shall we hire more Tazer employees to make more excuses for mayor Smallfruit? No, the answer is to add an asterisk to the uniform insignia for this shiny new rank. Yes folks, this is the only option as the city sees it. We will now have a Major who majors in the surgical removal of human ears through electrolysis. Clinical trials stated that this method was unjustified, but in our little neck of the world where Josef Mengele rules apply, it was the Tazer's fault, and we should all just carry on. There is nothing to see here. Not only that, but this guy should be rewarded for his lifetime of under achievements (Darwin's Theory). The Albuquerque police department has run out of shiny golden trinkets to hang from their uniforms. So the new major will Be assigned an golden asterisk. Oddly, and appropriately enough for this little ear burner, the asterisk resembles the sphincter or butthole. Make all of Schultz's buddies majors for their last three. Give them brown shirtS with asterisks on the collars and give the contract for the uniforms to Kauffman's like usual. No one will notice. I will say no more!
The administration, should take note. The Nazis lost, and there is a hurricane coming to the Garden of Eden. It will flood the weeds, wash away the seeds, and Darwin's theory will again function within the confines of the city of Albuquerque. Soon, the cream will rise, instead of the turds who only care about their high three, and those who want to do the work of a police officer, and honor their oath will refuse to follow suit. The troll will not be able to find water wings big enough, and the remaining brown shirts will get their asterisks too. Wagons don't work in a flood, and the water carriers will be immersed in their water. The calm before the storm is upon us. The vicious cycle ends. This is a wonderful thing.
--THE TREMENDOUS REGULATOR