Friday, October 9, 2009

The Bullion Bouillon

The emergency fund that merged with the mercenary, waylaid by foreign trips fit for fiefdoms’ sheiks: what cheek! Then, the President, resident of government’s raison d’etre, Govinda to Jayas-Vijayas, made contingencies from the now-missing fund’s regency. Until one real emergency came along. Then the long faces, calamitous as clam in a steaming pan, frequented a feigned advice of support to supplant the tripping democratic trapping, the media with a view on representation. A representative revealed that yesterday became exhausted news of travels and tours, and trading in treachery bills. But the fund, the fund! It found its way into some appropriation, camp approbation, those sacred approvals and appearances, disappearances, sucking up, sucking our blood, though happily internationally bank-surfeited, according to a radio station’s rantings on statutes. The budget? The blues? Who would believe it was based on clues? A Commission on Audit was given the plaudits as one report resurfaced, but resubmitted as ripe rousing, speaking for the house, though copies of the report were soon resounded by one hiding mouse to finally secure an assistant commissioner’s assiduous auditing, or arbitration, or new indentations. We were so briefed like hell, ultimately shocked by the findings, shaking companies of shells with overspent billions, the bullion bouillon, that led to a near-declaration of emergency powers.

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