The dumb are back. Those that say they heard, or heard of someone that heard, or knew, those that know what they're told to know, those that think it's all obvious. They've got the quotes, heard they've got the tapes, in pixels, and sound waves. Off the cuff, paraphrases, assumptions, and innuendos. Sources of the traiting kind.
Nose deep in money slop, and kickbacks are down. The honorable this or that, the esteemed servants, the upholders of freedom, our supposed finest, at senior levels. Got to have that house on the hill, got to pay some bills, got to get some something something. That twist and shout, do it like this. The bribery market has crashed!
The blinking yellow lights demanding 20 MPH maximum speed, local police suburban pulled up on the grassy center median watching out for the safety of the elementary aged road crossers, directing the action, making it all go smooth. Fond memories, fantastic flashbacks, and DejaVu jolted me all at once. It had been awhile, this former scene, this former delay, this former normal. Caution, blink, caution, blink, caution, blink. Slow down everybody, the future is walking by.