If you are looking for a model of how best to feed people some steaming fresh horseshit, you could not possibly do better than this. The secret to good horseshit, you see, is that you want it to taste like horse colon, yes, but with a spicy hint of disdain. Horseshit is never meant to fool anyone. It exists purely for its own sake, more as an exercise in aesthetics than anything, a sort of wet, hay-thickened amuse bouche. Horseshit is not a lie, it is a gift; in place of a lie, the acknowledgement that you don’t even owe your victims an explanation that approaches the truth. It’s all much better this way. You can feel magnanimous, and the folks taking big bites of your horse apples can really savor that scorn while they pack their things and hit the street.
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14 years with a company, and this sums it up "the acknowledgement that you don’t even owe your victims an explanation that approaches the truth"
Bravo!
Well said.
Where is the micky ficky like button??????