A new profession..!
Robert Clements
Monday, January 24, 2011 - With all the scams taking place I can imagine this little scenario: The successful heart surgeon looked lovingly at his son as they sat to eat. “Son” “Yeah dad?” “What do you want to become son?” “Rich and famous like you dad!” “Way to go son, way to go. Come on lets do a hi five.” “Gee dad, glad you agree with me.” “You need to work hard my son,”
“I’m already doing that dad.” “Doing what my son?” “Working hard at being rich and famous.” “What’s your rank in class my son?” “What class dad?” “School son!” “But I’ve stopped going to school, I’m a drop out dad.” “Then what are you working hard at son?” “At being rich and famous dad.” “But all that money I give for tuition fees, school expenses?” “Is being used for my education dad.” “What education?”
“Gee dad, drugs and women! Don’t you want me to be rich and famous?” “Gee yes my son, but how?” “I’m going to be a scamster dad!” “Does it pay, my son?” “More than what you’ll ever earn dad!” “Who inspired you my son?” “You dad,” “Me? When?” “You paid the traffic cop for jumping the signal?” “I didn’t know you were watching son.”
“He let you go dad, and then the municipality for building your illegal extension, the income tax man for all the cash from patients, the judge when you divorced mummy. You bribed. You got your way. That’s the way to get big dad.” “But its wrong my son,”
“You don’t think so dad.” “What are you doing my son?” “Have to hit you with this hammer dad.” “Why my son?” “To enter college dad.” “Take the money but don’t hit me.” “Only when I hit you, will they put me in college dad.”
“What college son?” “Prison dad. Two years with criminals, some months with the dons and I will come out trained to be a scamster..!” shouted the son. “Eeeeeghhh..!” screamed the successful heart surgeon. “Two years in jail!” shouted the judge. “Yipppeee!” shouted the new scamster apprentice, “Once I’m out I can even join politics..!”
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
“I’m already doing that dad.” “Doing what my son?” “Working hard at being rich and famous.” “What’s your rank in class my son?” “What class dad?” “School son!” “But I’ve stopped going to school, I’m a drop out dad.” “Then what are you working hard at son?” “At being rich and famous dad.” “But all that money I give for tuition fees, school expenses?” “Is being used for my education dad.” “What education?”
“Gee dad, drugs and women! Don’t you want me to be rich and famous?” “Gee yes my son, but how?” “I’m going to be a scamster dad!” “Does it pay, my son?” “More than what you’ll ever earn dad!” “Who inspired you my son?” “You dad,” “Me? When?” “You paid the traffic cop for jumping the signal?” “I didn’t know you were watching son.”
“He let you go dad, and then the municipality for building your illegal extension, the income tax man for all the cash from patients, the judge when you divorced mummy. You bribed. You got your way. That’s the way to get big dad.” “But its wrong my son,”
“You don’t think so dad.” “What are you doing my son?” “Have to hit you with this hammer dad.” “Why my son?” “To enter college dad.” “Take the money but don’t hit me.” “Only when I hit you, will they put me in college dad.”
“What college son?” “Prison dad. Two years with criminals, some months with the dons and I will come out trained to be a scamster..!” shouted the son. “Eeeeeghhh..!” screamed the successful heart surgeon. “Two years in jail!” shouted the judge. “Yipppeee!” shouted the new scamster apprentice, “Once I’m out I can even join politics..!”
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
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