That Warman thing

There are times when I dislike being an underpaid, underappreciated hireling. Such a time is right now. I am at my desk, working. Others are out having fun outside.

The Mayor has ordered me to prepare a post on this distasteful Mister Warman.

What is there to say? He ruins people. He has ruined people. He takes away their hopes and gives them a heavy debt, business ruin, and infamy.

People are not as dumb as our aristocrats think. People will adapt.

In all other times where a literate middle class has been similarly disenfranchised, secret societies have spontaneously formed. And are not secret societies a perfectly valid way of frame working a healthy restriction to free speech?

This issue calls for a middle of the road solution to this contentious problem. The solution that brings together many of the cultural stakeholders is funding for secret societies. Consensus is clear. Let Kate and Kathy take their blue meanie chit chat to private chat rooms, evening speeches in pubs, and weekend rallies by torchlight and open pit barbeque.

Money is power, right now. A small amount, like even ten dollars, is over mighty.

Use the power of money. It is like taking up the lighting bolts of Jupiter himself. Throw them at your enemies. Observe and Laugh.