@bb I could not have said it better myself. HOWEVER have you ever tried to CALL the FBI? It is IMPOSSIBLE! Well you can CALL. But you will be sent to the longest and frustrating phonemail menu options path ever built. After 24 choices and 26 minutes in the end it will simply say report it online and hang up. Bizarre!
What is left to be said about the clown show and dumpster fire IBM has become? The poem about SCOUNDRELS and FEDORAS made me laugh out my coffee this AM for a great laugh! All you can do!
A scoundrel is a master of charm and mischief—someone who bends the rules, wears a clever smile, and always has an escape plan. Here is a poem capturing their roguish spirit. This is the IBM Cabal EXACTLY!
They walk with a swagger, they speak with a grin,
A delicate balance of virtue and sin.
With pockets of promises, silver and light,
They vanish like shadows ahead of the night.
They know every secret, they’ve mastered the art
Of picking the lock on an innocent heart.
They bow with politeness, they tip their fine hats,
Then slip through the alleys like alley-bound cats.
No truer companion in times of a test,
Though trusting them fully is never the best.
For scoundrels will promise the moon and the sea,
Then leave you with laughter, and leave you set free.
So here’s to the rascals who toy with the rules,
Who live by their wits and make proper men fools.
They color the dullness of every gray day,
Then tip their fedoras and vanish away.