Karma Is A Bitch

"Dear" shitty-faced, talentless, know-it-alls who deviously manufactured my current predicament & demise.

Yes.

I AM talking about you, the 3 shameless blonderos (the 2 that fuck each-other at every opportunity they get, even inside editing suites, during times important meetings are supposed to be taking place & despite 1 of you already being married to someone else, & of course the 3rd one who hasn't actually been fucked in a very long time and we all hope that a masochistic charitable soul finally does).

You know who you are.

You may have mastered the art of obscure, under-the-table handling that affects the reputation and status of people whose shit you couldn't even imitate at your best efforts, and you may have managed to dodge a bullet aimed at your own careers (for now) as you so conveniently placed all responsibility and blame for your incompetence and lack of skill onto someone who simply did YOUR bidding, but in doing so, you have lost the only ally you ever had in this whole mess, and managed to drench your future with a crappy scent of doom and approaching failure.

This will become apparent soon. Sooner than you think, as one by one, all your plans will start hitting dead ends and your true faces will be exposed out in the light for everyone to see what sad bastards you truly are.

I expected great things of you; alas I was mistaken and am now deeply disappointed, mostly at my own inability to understand the level of your corrupted souls in time.

You WILL get your comeuppance, that's for sure.

Because I believe in the power of Karma.

And YOUR Karma is currently drenched in your own excrement.

Adiós arse-holes.

POST REVISITED @ 29 December 2010:
I was SO right! Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!