Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A Conversation Between Me, Myself, & I
Cynical Man who rooms with the Gullible Fool is sitting back with a crooked smirk on his face, "I told you so you idiot. Why do you do this to yourself? Set yourself up like a chump?"
Gullible Fool sits in the corner, his head in his hands. He looks up and weakly, almost in a whisper, "You should never give up hope."
"Bwah, Ha, Ah Ha". Cynical Man holds his gut and bends over hard. He looks up. "Everything works out in the end. There are no evil people, just misguided souls. And that chick you took home last night looks as good now as she did at last call. Right............You two really crack me up."
"But fellas come on", I chime in, "I have to give both sides a chance. Isn't that what bi-partisanship is all about? Besides, I really thought this guy would................."
"Bring everyone together and sing kum-by-ah? Right. Slobbering Do Gooder over there is crying in his beer and you, well you have had another spike driven up your ass." Cynical man looks at the two of us with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain. "Didn't I always say.......
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, all those guys are the same. They just pretend to be different so they don't lose control, blah blah blah."
"Am I right? Come on now, admit it. You've had 40 years of revolving pick pockets, pimps and whores and you still hold out hope somehow this time it will be different?"
Gullible Fool looks up. "Hey man, there's good in everyone." Cynical Man stares him down and Fool puts his head back in his hands. I throw up my hands and open the fridge to find another beer.
And so the conversations go in the BoZone now days.
Hang in there. It's not like we have much choice.