GA – our illustrious Hometown blogger – won’t let up on our
poet, how that she’s put together the pieces of the political scene and how R
is seeking to undermine O’s campaign by using A as a PR saboteur.
GA claims our poet is instrumental in controlling our office
(something of an exaggeration since GA and her allies perpetually believe people
against the incumbent mayor have control of us, which to some degree is true
since our owner will sell his soul for advertising, and is intimately connected
to people like Poopie – though Poopie is the one who made the deal with the
incumbent mayor in the first place to create a third ticket to keep R from winning.)
GA is assuming our Poet is playing puppet master, pulling our
owners strings on behalf of R and those R hired including our poet’s PR boss in
the Virgin Mayor’s town.
GA’s source is someone inside our office or someone with intimate
knowledge of what goes on in our office (my guess it is our boss, who has her
own dirt on the owner, which is why he doesn’t crack down on the boss for
routinely fucking up. What dirt this is goes back well before our poet got
hired, although she (our boss) did question the poet’s association with the
owner in front of me, in front of the owner.
“He (meaning me) seems to think you have a personal relationship
with her (meaning the poet),” our boss said one day earlier this year during
that whole mess about the gas line photos he (the owner) wanted me to get, and
I couldn’t after she (our poet) had shown him the ones she took.”
If it is not our boss, then it is someone with the same level
of internal knowledge, making assumptions about the activities of our poet and
her friend A. I’ve already concluded that A replaced our poet as a possible
spy, either because she got exposed in her attempt to bring down the congressman
(the small man spreading the word to other political people) or because our
poet refused to go as far as A has in seducing the enemy.
I tend to believe the latter, thinking she trickles up for
her own reasons, not as a political pawn.
Perhaps she is being blackmailed by powerful people, I don’t
know, and I don’t think so. For all her early morning panic attacks, our poet
is and remains her own gal, doing what she needs to do to survive, and not because
somebody behind the scenes has given her marching orders.
How much of what GA posts on her blog is true, I can’t say. Sometimes
GA is provocative just to boost the hits on her site and build her following.
But she seems to know something about what has gone out between our poet and
the owner, as well as our poet and our former temporary boss – this last, a bit
of vengeance for our former temporary boss’ attempt take her out when he still
ran the office when our boss was on maternity leave.
How far GA is willing to go to tell our dirty secrets (real
or imagined) is anybody’s guess, though what she’s posted already is extremely damaging
(if indeed anyone is actually paying attention).
The silence from our office speaks volumes. So, is the fact
that GA has not come after me as well, raising suspicion inside our office that
GA and I are in cahoots, when we are not.
I suspect GA doesn’t read our poet’s blog. Otherwise, she
might notice that our poet is too wrapped up in her own personal drama to be as
deeply involved with those in our office or even the plots being orchestrated
by A and R to rig the election.
But I do suspect our owner may be in a panic – although I
haven’t caught him checking my work computers recently. Perhaps our former
temporary boss is also concerned, and why he keeps laying these traps for me to
try and prove I’m someone feeding GA, something he can’t prove, even though
last week I told the owner I do speak with GA from time to time, just as I talk
to freeholders, mayors and other sources.
Which makes me wonder if our poet tried to get A to get
closer to me (maybe not as close as she has with O, but who knows,) and that I
might fall apart like I did during those days with the poet more than a year ago.
If so, nothing has happened, partly because I don’t feel anything for A the way
I did (perhaps still do) in regard to our poet.
I have been reading the poet’s blog and struggle to make
sense of some of it, whether or not she is still a true believer in her whole
foods thing.
But from time to time, our poet appears to react to
something I’ve posted.