For years, there have been whispers that turned into rumors about everything from elected officials
fathering children out of wedlock whilst in office, a chop shop type of deal in the DPW yard, Feds investigating “people of interest” in and around the ‘Ville and the infamous white envelopes.
Okay, so that last one was kinda true. That’s what I heard, anyways.
Then there’s that kind of slow burn rumor that is borne from the furthest recesses of reality – that kind of rumor that takes on a life of its own merely because there’s nobody around to refute it. Or who wants to bother with the nonsense. Whichever strikes your fancy.
In the pool of moronic behavior, it is fairly easy to wade through the shallow end into moderate waters when thinking for a second that any of these rumors matter in your life. You can take it or leave it – most leave it – and move on. The good thing is that like in politics, even bad news is good news. Kind of. The problem is that most information we hear gets lost in translation after only two people removed from the original tale give it their own personal spin. What I mean by that is that most people forget the original bit of sauciness they heard and warp it into another thing altogether. It’s like “telephone” for adults. You get the point.
Speaking of pools, lets consider the gene pool who have “created” some of the latest and greatest nuggets of insanity I heard for myself just yesterday as I had lunch at Victor’s Deli. The level of insanity melded into the delusional fabrications I was listening to just got more and more bizarre and it got me thinking for a minute as to who were behind some of the shenanigans.
These intellectual masturbators as a collective have the combined intelligence of a house plant and the social graces of a suckling pig. To me, they are a kind of cross between a giggle-girl network and coffee klatch gone horribly wrong. It used to be fun to try and figure out who started a rumor – the funny thing about it now is that everyone knows who they are and what they’re all about…we even know who the people are who dropped out of the dementia zone and drink the Kool-Aid no more. Smart people, indeed.
How sad is it that this now much smaller group (than in years gone by) has practically undone themselves by “jumping the shark” with their wild, imaginative fabrications of misdeeds and inappropriate behavior. Shame on those few assholes who ruin it for the rest of the rumor mill – and shame on all of us for keeping them hanging on and not shunning them into insignificance as a reward for their abhorrent behavior.
All I can say to the people who are orbiting these nitwits should take cover and be wary of collateral damage – and to the trolls themselves, and oh yes they know who they are – try dialing back the wild stories before people start to openly laugh in your face. Oh wait, they already are – too late, dummy. #GMK