by Maria Bratikova

Gentlemen‘s agreements. . .

can be made over the counter.
It’s like purchasing a batch of antibiotics
without a doctor‘s prescription – you know,
those legally-licensed drug-pushers. More
responsible countries would strictly ask
the buyer to present a doctor‘s illegible
doodling on a piece of shit (sic!) paper.

Agreements don‘t need to be blitzed in stone slabs like the 10 commandments. You fulfill the the terms of agreement you enter into on the basis of a clammy handshake IF it benefits you. If it doesn‘t, nobody will know – you won‘t be embarrassed. But why make such
an agreement, anyway?

Geniuses argue that any one who needs
a written down such agreement must get a lobotomy. Fine! But why oh why do these geniuses even know about it?

Why go into it in the first place? I‘ll tell you why:

It is a by-pass surgery that cuts all supply of oxygen to kill the heart of democracy.

So why do we still call our country democratic?

Gentlemen’s agreements had become a pretend-Democracy
which had become euphemisms for suppression, dictatorship,
tyranny and disregard for the basic rights of the citizenry.
It is not an excuse to deceive and play the people for
fools. Off-the-records are suspect! It is not a plea for
the Fifth amendm, it is the works of shadow-governments.

Ask Angkolsam – he‘d know!