A friend of mine read my blog the other day and was puzzled because they couldn’t understand who the Law Taker was. We left it out intentionally for you to puzzle over so congratulations to those of you that spotted it.
The Law Takers are those people in suits, tuxedos, tailcoats, evening dresses or ball gowns. That’s not all. They also sit at desks in the high offices of power: governments, political parties and economical institutions. They are the ones who are having the final say in the boardroom.
These people will always manage to take the law their way and then bend it, twist it and change it in their favour.
This is why I call them Law Takers. Any investigator will fail in pinning them down and getting the ultimate truth out of them, because even if they have broken moral laws, they haven’t broken any civil laws.
We have seen many such cases all over the world recently. They take the law in their pocket, while we’re left with empty pockets.
The Law Takers are those people in suits, tuxedos, tailcoats, evening dresses or ball gowns. That’s not all. They also sit at desks in the high offices of power: governments, political parties and economical institutions. They are the ones who are having the final say in the boardroom.
These people will always manage to take the law their way and then bend it, twist it and change it in their favour.
This is why I call them Law Takers. Any investigator will fail in pinning them down and getting the ultimate truth out of them, because even if they have broken moral laws, they haven’t broken any civil laws.
We have seen many such cases all over the world recently. They take the law in their pocket, while we’re left with empty pockets.
GOD, give us men!
ReplyDeleteA time like this demands
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office can not buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor; men who will not lie;
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking!
Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty, and in private thinking;
For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds,
Their large professions and their little deeds,
Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps,
Wrong rules the land and waiting Justice sleeps.
Josiah Gilbert Holland