We aren’t exactly chummy, Ronald and me.
Oh I don’t hate him or anything like that, it’s just that we have almost nothing in common. Well, we are nearly the same age, but that’s about it.
Our relationship is very simple. Ronald leaves his place open for me to use as often as I like and I leave a small gift each time. It’s not an equal exchange, since I don’t think he has any use for what I leave behind. But I don’t think he cares… I know I don’t.
I’m sure Ronald would prefer that I stay for lunch but there’s no way THAT is ever going to happen. Do I seem ungrateful or selfish?
Well, perhaps I am but I make no apologies for using him this way. The company this clown works for isn’t exactly one to admire. Just the epitome of a massive, evil, corporate monstrosity. I know I don’t have to tell you.
But Ronald (that Bozo) just grins away as he and his friends do all they can to facilitate global obesity and environmental degradation.
Nice. Like I said, he doesn’t care. Neither does Jack, or Wendy, or Carl, or the Colonel, or that guy who thinks he’s some sort of King.
Heh… what a bunch of losers.
Of course, those sharing the current profits would beg to differ, but I’ve got a feeling that these guys are living on borrowed time. Sure they’ve built an empire and it will be a long crumble, but… crumble it will.
Mark my words.
Just sayin’…
So go ahead Ronald, look around at your big, fake, plastic McWorld (while you can) and just keep on grinning your big, fake, plastic grin.
I’ll be right here looking to grin back at you on your way down…
Oh… by the way… Ugh… I’ve got another gift for you.
Blessed…
m(___)m
