<story> Never trust a smile, you wouldn't want to work for me
u2fan
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/8433844.stm )
Burnside was walking along Baylis Road, T'was another dark night, he
was minding his own business, puff a fag and looking at the
constellations, it was fresh and clear, he walked along. A bus passed
by, then another, a short african man got off the bus and stood under
the light of a lamp, Burnside walked along, the little man smiled a
crafty smile at him, Burnside instinctively smiled back, a smile
simply being a smile. That was the little man's bait a friendly smile,
the begger's smile, what would the smile lead to? He had a well
rehearsed line, some sob story that would in the end lead to Burnside
reaching in to his wallet or giving the little man something, suffice
to say the little man would gain and he would loose out.
Burnside was no fool, in one regard he was a pessimistic cold blooded
sod, under which was a heart of gold and kindness, the shell of his
persona shaped by the harsh company he kept, the enemy spies and
infiltrators that needed to be bumped off, it had made him hard, too
bloody hard at time. He spoke to the little man "So what can I do for
you?", the wimperish replied came back "Give me 5 pounds" no please or
thank you, just a cold request for money, unbeknown to the little man
he had asked Burnside a month before and got the 5 pounds, to which
the little man had then replied "god bless you kind sir", the little
man had stood fixed to the spot under the street lamp waiting for
Burnside to move on. A month had passed, the request came again,
Burnside was tired of beggers so put him to the test he looked at the
little man "do you love God?" the little man replied "Yes I am a
Christian" he told Burnside what he thought he wanted to hear,
Burnside's darker part of his character surfaced "listen here, you see
over there" he pointed back down the road to a tall thin man, funnily
enough a FSB agent, "I want you to sort that guy out and I'll give you
your 5 pounds, there's a good chap, be quick about it" the little man
replied "make it 50" the bargaining had begun so the little man
thought. Burnside quizzed the little man again "so you love God and
your quiet happy to kill the man stood over there" the little man was
not confused his mind was purely on the money "Yes boss I love God and
I am happy to kill that man over there" Burnside was confused though,
amazed that the little man saw no contradiction in his so called
logic.
Burnside thought to himself "Bloody religion, happy to sing songs and
hug on a Sunday and kill you on a Monday, yes that about sums up this
wretched world" he pondered to himself somehow justifying his lack of
trust of anyone and pessimistic nature. He wondered how to respond he
looked at the little man "Well the fact you say you love God and yet
are happy to kill my good friend the FSB agent is probably why you are
begging me for money, you have no moral compass, no morals no dogma"
he paused "Tell you what, come with me, I'm going to do you more of a
favour than 5 pounds, we're going to the lodge, I'm sure we can find
some use for you!" the little man stood to the spot as Burnside began
to walk away "Sir I don't want lodge I want money for the kids"
Burnside replied "What kids, you have no kids, you hang around here,
no memory of anything and mad, happy to do anything for money" he
laughed to himself "the perfect apprentice"
The little man agreed "Ok sir, you have a nice smile, I will follow
you, take me to the lodge, I want these morals and dogma and money"
Burnside replied "I am a cold blooded bastard you know, a hard task
master, you may well get a beating from your peers in MI7 you know and
the enemy, you won't know who is who" the little man was intrigued.
Down the pub the next month Burnside was with Willy, Willy spoke up
"You're a cold blooded sod ain't you, it's your round come on"
Burnside responed "It's the company I keep and the people I have to
deal with, that's why I'm hard" Willy asked "That new little chap the
black man, what can we use him for?" Burnside replied "I'm sure we
will send him to his death sooner or later, he's fodder for the fire,
no moral compass at all, does anything for money and I mean anything,
in my high moral stance, being used and fodder for the fire is all
he's fit for, he will hug you on a sunday and kill you on monday and
feel nothing, the whole service is infiltrated with such bastards, I
hope the 33rd degree masters know what they are up to in this game of
death" Willy wondered "I'm sure they do, anyway there is the core of 7
and the pawns used as fodder, that's the way it's always been"
Burnside looked over at the sexy barmaid "Well the second he said he'd
kill for money I knew he'd never amount to anything, they're all the
same, they'd sell their soul for a meal like Jacob" Willy interupted
"It wasn't Jacob it was Esau, and it he sold his soul for a stew"
Burnside interupted "My wife makes a lovely beef stew" Willy laughed
"Better get the FSB to taste it then!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcJeyN5CdCY Simply Red amazing :-)
u2fan
As you can see there is no difference between beggers and those lot
that work in sales. A smile one second and a "sorry sir you've made a
contract I own your soul now"
u2fan
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> As you can see there is no difference between beggers and those lot
> that work in sales. A smile one second and a "sorry sir you've made a
> contract I own your soul now"
The dark spirits of history make a good ghost story
http://books.google.com/books?id=JfAyAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA46&output=text
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baylis_Road