I guess in my better guise I cant blame the man for pocketing the dosh: swallow the embarrassment,pocket the gold. If you dont pocket it it will be taken by othersand others are doing the same.
When I am in this august and mighty state of mind,I must remember to spread it amongst the lower orders whom others want to hang. I know they dont get much sympathy,so as Naughtie is robbing me,why not give empathy to those in the slammer whose parents have been feckless,drunkards or worse,those who have been brought up in the wrong environment,taken the wrong path. Thus,forgive the brain challenged bandit who does over olde granny,and maybe rapes her for tops. I really must not discriminate.
Alas,in my olde brain standards,I begin to hate the man and the institution that is so gobbling in greed. I guess I need counselling! Someone,somewhere,tell me here,this sack of gold for a crock worth of sh!t is worth defending.
Wottastarttotheday!