My mind is working overtime, creatively speaking, of course. I keep calling my head hunters to find temporary work, anything but to no avail; so that I could pay my `hired thugs` to keep other `hired thugs` from ruining my peace of mind.
Maybe, it’s God’s will. Praise Allah or Buddha or whoever. I don’t know, really. It’s hard putting the pieces of the puzzle together, really. And even if I come close to the truth, who cares? I could make more noise through the newspapers. But what is the point of being a lone donkey braying into the night and no one hears its cry?
God! What am I doing wrong? Have you not heard my prayers? Damn! I could make a book if I wanted to! And what is with all these recent appearances of double digits, such as 33? I don’t get it! At almost every corner I turn myself or my gaze, I see this number – thirty-three! What do you want from me?
All I know is that the government helps the best it could, which is to spend. I also know that private sectors (small AND large ) operate to cut spending. These businesses CONTRACT with the government. And in turn it’s in one pocket and into other pockets.
So I ask you this: Am I up against the government? Or is the government on my side? What’s going on? Hello!
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