SIT, stay, testify.
Should the guilty be rewarded with a leash and a pat on the head, just because they suddenly decide to sing like a canary? Isn’t that the oldest trick in the book — to get off the hook by becoming the State’s pet?
This is no playground quarrel. Blood money is at stake. And no, not loot, not “bonus funds,” not campaign spoils — we’re talking about hard-earned public wealth siphoned away while citizens tighten belts.
Now flip the situation: what if it were your hard-earned savings that I squandered like tomorrow didn’t exist? Wouldn’t you storm the streets to demand justice? Or would you clap when I ask for a deal in exchange for a bedtime story of half-truths?
That’s why I can’t buy the argument that the “most guilty” can be rebranded as the “most helpful.” You can say “most guilty” is subjective — fine. But justice isn’t a beauty contest. No charts, no ribbons, no talent portion. Guilt is the whole pie. You’ve already had more than your share. Guilty is guilty.
When you hold people’s wealth, loyalty to your own skin should be the last thing on your mind. Loyalty to the people should be the only thing. Who reversed that order for you? Or did you flip it yourself?
And “state pet”? Let’s not kid ourselves. That’s just a velvet leash, a badge of selective innocence. A sugar-coated escape hatch. You can never blindside me with the act. I’m not the teeny-bopper I once was, dazzled by smooth talk and crocodile tears. I’ve seen too much. I’m not the same citizen you toyed with decades ago. You can never fool me again.
Finding your tongue isn’t a ticket to the nearest convenience store, where you can trade old sins for new discounts. Justice should never be compromised. You’re offering a robber’s bargain. Meanwhile, the penniless who steal bread are jailed without mercy. Tell me, where is justice when needed most?
Let’s end the court theatrics. You’re only hearing your own pleas. Your history betrayed you. Credibility abandoned you. No new title nor luxurious perfume will erase the stench you created.
Once a thief, always a thief. And no matter how you dress it up — collar, leash, or witness stand — you’ll never be the people’s pet.
Still brewing thoughts — no sugarcoating, just stories steeped in truth.
