Afternoon Jimmyjohn,
Absolutely not, as a matter of fact, nothing could be farther from the truth. We will exit the Time train at $400 and Mulberry Ave. around late December or early January. We will then transfer to the price train, a train that will carry the large owners of the railroads themselves, passengers with names like Goldman and Sachs, brother Merrill, Mr. Stearns and they might even share their Club Car with a maverick like Mr. Prudential. They much prefer to ride Price Trains because of their solidity, predictability and reputation for making the long journeys without injurious derailments. The initial leg of the trip will be nothing more than a leisurely trip to the town of Due Diligence, a beautiful town located in the foothills of the Prosperity Mountains. Once there, all will debark and make a peaceful sojourn to the town's most famous landmark, The Opportunity Cafe. All will be seated and handed their Two Entree Menu, on the left one will see, AOL or Aged Goat Cheese, Octopus and Lentils and on the right, the same will view QCOM or Quality, Chicken Thighs with Saffron, Onion Flans with Fondutta and finish with a cool plate of Marscarpone.
After viewing the choices the groups decision is easy but still based on essential criteria, The Qcom Dish is a much rarer dish with only 160,000,000 servings world wide and the AOL brew is a rather common one with over 700,000,000 servings. The essential mineral content of the QCOM dish is over five times that of the AOL as certified each quarter by the appropriate board. As the meal ends and everyone excitedly takes their place, back on their train, The New Paradigm, there comes word from their Engineer Mr. Jacobs I believe, that they had gotten word of a derailment up ahead but due to the old equipment of the transmitting equipment ( something starting with TD-- ) at the sight of the derailment we would have to just wait until we arrived. In the meantime as we pulled out of this beautiful little town, new vistas came into view but not without some degree of sadness and nostalgia, for on the horizon we could see them, first hundreds, then thousands and then tens of thousands, oh my God, then everyone realized, these are the people we have read about. These are he refugees from the ancient city of Coke, and as we slowed and they came into our hearing range, their mumblings, indiscernible at first, became excruciatingly clear, up ahead lay untold destruction, the town of Boeing had been overrun by refugees and could not process them all, even the town of Gulfstream on the beautiful banks of the Ratio River and with all of it's books of Value was also destroyed because of the rampant LPE disease, ( low PE and lack of desirability ) but nothing could compare to the blackness that begin to form off to our right on the distant horizon, what could it be?, locust? no, dust storm, no, too concentrated. The closer our train, The New Paradigm moved to this colossal mountain of black the sunlight waned and the lengthening shadows revealed the figure of one last survivor in disheveled clothing and scraggly beard begging to board. Once on board and thankful to have survived he began to tell his story, sobbing he began to tell of how he had failed his constituents, he was in the midst of detail when suddenly our Engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, demanded his name and information about the ominous cloud that lay ahead, oh no the man cried, don't worry, don't worry, it is nothing harmful I assure you. Consternated, the Engineer, Mr. Jacobs, I believe, insisted he reveal his name and the nature of the colossal blackness up ahead or he would insist he be lead off the train, upon which the man replied, Armstrong sir, my name is Armstrong and have no fear for that huge wall of blackness is nothing but mountains and mountains of useless Wire and Cable!
After several minutes of stunned silence our train, The New Paradigm passed around the mountains of blackness and headed toward a town built on an Oasis. Several hours passed with many catching up on their sleep and with the breaking of a new dawn we arrived at the outskirts of a great valley. We were startled at the contrast of our fore night experience, for before us lay incomprehensible wealth and affluence, but something was missing, a sadness of untold portions covered the faces of many, the others just seemed stunned and still.
When confronted, their apparent spokesman begged us not to go any further. Having received this information, our Engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, obviously concerned pressed the individual for further information. Sir, sir the man began to utter, all I can tell you is there is horrible news of a derailment like none ever seen by man and I beg you do not continue. Obviously irritated, our engineer Mr. Jacobs I believe, begin shouting, but what choice do we have, what choice do we have, upon which the spokesman said: I can give you a choice but few have ever used it, explained the man wryly. Where, where man, our engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, began to shout. I will tell you on one condition, and one condition only said the man, yes, yes, what is it, retorted our Engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe. You must allow all of my people to come aboard your train with all of their wealth and not go near the town of the derailment, responded the man. Our Engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, agreed and the man began describing something seemingly incomprehensible to all the passengers but surprisingly not to our engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe. There is an invisible rail he began, unlike any you have ever ridden but you must have faith and never look back, it is a rail upon which your followers will ride to wealth and happiness of untold portions. Our Engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, obviously irritated and seemingly aware of everything spoken of by the stranger interrupted with his on condition for departure, I must know the circumstances and town in which this great derailment occurred in order that I may inform others of it's danger. The man agreed that once we were out of danger and on our new rail of vision, he would tell. Slowly the train began moving and then as if lifted by spirits on wind the train seemed to move with the speed of light and the silence of a parlor. Stunned by the faith of our Engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, the stranger could hardly contain himself, you are a man of great vision and faith and it is quite obvious why you and only you are at this point with you and your followers and it is this vision and faith that will continue that divine shield. The stranger was about to go take a seat for his rich and rewarding journey when our tireless Engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, turned and asked, oh by the way, what was the name of the town in which this great derailment occurred and the name of it's king? Oh, I truly apologize said the gentleman, the town was the town of Dos and it's great king went by the name of Gates. Our engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, retorted, you mean to tell me that all the people and all the wealth that we allowed on our train is from that once great city? Yes, replied the gentleman, yes, indeed it is. Our engineer, Mr. Jacobs I believe, just sort of smiled as if he had known something all along.
With the understanding that Mr. Jacobs reads this board occasionally, the above is dedicated to his genius and untiring efforts.
A grateful Voltaire and thread. |
