So, I am receiving preferential treatment. There are some who are seriously put out by this. It would be unreasonable for me to be among them...but I am...somewhat. After all, I have lost my entire sense of privacy since allowing myself to be roped into this three-ring rodeo. There was a time when it was just Jack trying to make a play for my life's work and treasure. Now, everyone wants a piece of the action.
I'm sitting here, writing this entry, and listening to the sound of one-hand clapping.
Do you know that my Level-5 Diplomatic Immunity was revoked because two agencies -- a term I am using lightly -- are attempting to blackball me for the very same reasons they have been blackballed -- class and bloodline?
It is ridiculous.
Oh, sure, I appreciate that there are still open-minded agencies that will offer a mutt like myself room at the kiddie table. After all, we have to eat somewhere, don't we? But, this is beyond disheartening. It's a bit like being given the world on a platter and then having it torn away because of something as innocuous as a difference of opinion. Why start a war over it?
Still, I will keep plugging away at the programmers. I will keep hunting the darkness...stalking it...and offering a candle to those lost in the epitome of greed and pride. It'll just be for fewer agencies. It will be for those who see -- not our differences -- but our similarities when we meet face-to-face across the room.
I wonder if the terror threat is at 1 tonight?
Are we all clear?
~AC
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