I’m going to muse a bit. Right here, to myself. Just a bit. And while I muse, I’m going to think about scoundrels.
If I was a scoundrel – let’s say I was in a position of some considerable authority at a large institution of some sort…
…and let’s not think too hard about which kind…
…and I had been involved in some truly shady dealing – the kinds of dealings that might lead to a quick appearance in public wearing handcuffs, then I might truly consider what options I had.
I might seriously consider the fact that these shady dealings must have involved others. I might come to the conclusion that people from law enforcement, or even other civil parties, would much rather get those people than me.
And by that, I mean that if a scoundrel had some information, good information that could cause serious legal issues to others involved with these shady deals, that scoundrel would be pretty smart to make a deal.
If that scoundrel were to do that, I know that I, here on these blogs, would surely feel a stirring of warmth in my soul that might cause me to get rid of most or all of this public information.
Of course, this offered information should bring Hell raining down upon people of importance – a Salcido or a Williams, a Hom or a Chopra, perhaps. The more people, the more importance, the warmer that feeling in my soul becomes. And a scoundrel could surely guess how much I’d feel like making that happen.
A lot. A whole damn lot.
Me. This guy writing the blog – I’m not the scoundrel. But I know who is, and he knows I know. He’ll be reading this, and he’ll know I’m talking about him.
And if I were that scoundrel, I’d wonder what any deadline might be for this possibility to happen.
I’d hate to ruin a man’s Christmas, but I don’t think he should ring in a Happy New Year’s before making that decision. In fact, I’m quite certain of that.
Call this my version of flexibility. Call this my willingness to cooperate. Call this my desire to look past things to see a bigger justice done.
Personally, if I was you, I’d call it my best chance at getting rid of some truly distressing baggage and moving onto better things somewhere else.
Call it whatever you want, but you better make that call soon.
My email is on the page.
You know, these blog posts get harder and harder to cover up the longer they’re up…