Exaggerated hopes and baseless fear: A sting operation by a journalist



 

 

Journalist: Why are most legislators corrupt?

Legislator: Tell me, would you ever do a sting on any journalist?

Journalist: No, I won’t.

Legislator: That’s the point, if you’re friends with the blind, you’ll have to lead them home.

Journalist: We are different…we operate on morals and ethics, unlike politicians... 

Legislator: Different? There’s rivalry, there’s hierarchy in journalism, tell me, if you water a flower pot for years in your own balcony, and one fine day it falls on your head, how will you feel? That is to say, if you are alive enough to feel. 

Journalist: For your information sir, we just feel enough to be alive...and as for the pot, I will definitely feel betrayed… 

Legislator: Exactly the same way I will feel, and imagine that pot to be your finest ethics and moral, how will you feel then…?

Journalist: I will repair the pot...

Legislator: and your head?

Journalist: That too

Legislator: First the head or the pot? See because if you were to repair your head, there wouldn’t be a need to repair the pot!

Journalist: What would you do in such a situation?

Legislator: i will make good comradery with the blind man and plant my pot at his house, that way i will be free from deadly morals and ethics, and if it ever falls, I will be free from the blind friend too. 

Journalist: That’s cruel…

Legislator: That’s just politics, besides, do you know people with real big eyes follow us blindly, that should make us afraid of people who are blind... 

Journalist: By that, do you mean the law?

Legislator: You know it would reflect poorly on a legislator to be afraid of the law !

Journalist: Not as much as it reflects poorly on the law to be afraid of the legislators.

Legislators: Forget about me; are you afraid of the law?

Journalist:  I operate on my professional ethics, i morally respect the law.

Legislator: Again with ethics and morals, are these the key to all the doors; is it ethical or moral to do a sting on a person? No, it’s betrayal. 

Journalist: It is ethical if the moral inspiration is to seek the truth, its loyalty to the right and betrayal to the wrong. 

Legislator: Morals and ethics, means and ends, truth and lies, loyalty and betrayal, right and wrong...in this elaborate checklist, what do you assume politics choose?

Journalist: ‘’Politics is the art of the possible’’

Legislator: and watchdogging?

Journalist: it is hard to define…

Legislator: I will make it easier for you, have you ever observed an ungrateful leech feeding off their host and filling up their insatiable checklist with blood of scoundrels' and saints alike?

Journalist: I definitely get it now, watchdogging is the art of making the watched angry...

Legislator: oh never, do you know what really makes me angry?

Journalists: The opposition perhaps?

 Legislators: No...The scent of saints!

Journalist: And I thought us watchdogs have watchful noses…

Legislators: Saints live off baseless fear, but their baselessness is borne out of intelligence...

Journalists: and the baselessness borne out of stupidity…

Legislators: That's not baseless fear, that's exaggerated hope, that is the scent of scoundrels, it's magnetic, it creates followers, remember the people with big eyes, who follow us blindly...but the saints.. their fear is baseless, it's hyperbole..

Journalist: The exaggerated hope borne out of stupidity is also a hyperbole...but i guess you’ll lose your job without them.. 

Legislator: Yes; the exaggerated hope is neutralized with the baseless fear of self-proclaimed saints…they are a threat..

Journalists: are there self-proclaimed scoundrels too? 

Legislator: if there were any, you will be the first one to lose your job. 

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Note: Journalist did actually lose his job after this sting, the broken flower pot though is still is his balcony, waiting to be repaired, before his head undergoes any treatment.








 





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