You know, every once in a while, I get something in my inbox, saying something like, "Hey, Blogger Chickie, join this cause to save the world. The flavor of the week this week is Refugees Unite."
At first, I thought perhaps I would write something about Cheerleading Refugees uniting. But then I would have to endure the guys talking about cheerleader bondage. And I really want to help someone.
So I looked through my recent memories, and I figured out that no one seems to help accountant refugees. I mean, let's say you help some CEO bilk millions from retirement accounts, slush funds, or wherever you could pilfer money for the well-deserving CEO. I mean, in industries where the government does not subsidize CEO golden parachutes for malfeasance. So if you are in big oil, and you are moving money around. Pretty soon the FBI busts into your private residence and suggests you cooperate or else you will be a resident in another gated community. But this new gated community is state-sponsored. So instead of rolling on your CEO, you flee for Mexico or Tuvalu.
Now, these poor accountants are in foreign countries, left with just the clothes on their backs and the stacks of unmarked bills in their suitcases. A pity.
I say we start some sort of fund for these guys. I mean, they probably don't have English cable television or Diet Dr. Pepper, or online banking. A true pity.
Please cue the violin music. Any of you wishing to donate to this fund can deposit money for this worthy cause.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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I'm currently donating all my funds to the "pay us or we'll have your legs broken" program from the hospital. Then I can focus on the "buy a wife from a poor Asian country" charity.
Wow, that's some segue at the end there. I need a moment to recover from the absurdity.
grant: thanks for making me laugh.
joe: yeah, I took a wrong turn. Guess I need to adjust my meds again.
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