Selective Amnesia

Cartel payment

As a full member of the cartel, I have certain privileges and rights that are mine to exploit. For instance, making fun of other bloggers. Exercising my alleged-clout to stifle discussions. And above all, to laugh, derisively when somebody tries making PJs. For I know, as only a true blue cartellian would, that no one aspires to the levels of PJishness that a cartellians achieves.

In return, as my payment for these special privileges (what, you thought it was a right without responsibility? A free-lunch?) I need to write ever so often a bad-ass PJ that gets your ears bleeding profusely. The Chief Poo-Bah of the Cartel and the second-in-command Bah-Poo informed me last month my payment was due.

And before they send out the chef-collector and his collection of knifes to extract the payment – here it is.

Q: What do you call a leather-clad, pot-smoking chess piece?
A: Hardcore Pawn