Okay, so I went there – I took a line from Shakespeare’s King Henry IV and used it for my own amusement – and for good reason. Every six months or so there’s a rumor of the Feds swooping into the city and carrying out the riff raff. I’m not saying it’s getting old, but, Tim Creedon called and asked if you have his white envelope.
Oh don’t get me wrong, there’s always an investigation into something or other. And then there’s always the riff raff we all wish would be carried off. But the right investigation rarely matches up with the right people, sadly. The people left to recover from the emotional wreckage are always the ones who never deserve it. The collateral damage left behind from people with nothing better to do than to pot-shot at each other is truly sad.
You would think that the rumor mill itself would have evolved a little since the advent of the Internet, cell phones with cameras and rampant blogging, but it hasn’t. I’ve seen the “Mill” grind away first hand over the years and I am here to tell you that it is here to stay. What I am happy to report is that although it tends to affect those most who have the least invested in the game, everyone else is laughing at the parade.
Personally, I removed myself from the game – as I found myself to be the target of an unwarranted and distasteful smear campaign. Disappearing into the night was the best thing I ever did – it’s kind of hard to besmirch someone who just doesn’t care anymore. It just goes to show you that time does heal all wounds when you have nothing to hide. I highly recommend it.
So to those out there who want to cast the first stone when they themselves live in a very fragile glass house I say to you: “Tis better to be a witty fool, than a foolish wit.” Chew on that. #FOH