How do I know?
AH! BUT THAT WOULD BE TELLING.
Whosoever fiddles with others figures [no pun intended!] will have their fingers fall off! Fall off the fallacious frippery frappes.
It is almost as if they want one to give up!
Maybe if one wants to!
GIVE UP ON THE FALL-A-CIOUS NUMBERS.
BUT THEN THIS WAS ONCE A DEMOCRACY.
WHERE THE DEMOGRAPHY OF NUMBERS MATTERED.
IT STILL DOES AND THAT'S THE BIGGEST GAME IN TOWN.
AND THE ONES WHO ARE IN MINIMALIZED MAXIMIZED MACHISMO DON'T WANT THE MAXIMUM NUMBERS TO COUNT.
PITY
BUT WELCOME TO THE PLANET WITH 'JUST ENOUGH ROOM TO ACCOMMODATE A STREET LAMP AND A LAMPLIGHTER.'
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF
THE LITTLE PRINCE
OF
ANTOINE DE SAINT EXUPERY.
[and down south there would not even be a use for the lamplighter because there is greater 'numbers' in 'automatic lamplighting' contraptions that come with great kickbacks!]
Still there was the little prince that 'respectfully greeted the lamplighter'.
'Good day. Why have you just extinguished your streetlamp?'
'Those are the orderss,' replied the lamplighter. Goodmorning.'
"What are orders?'
'Orders are to extinguish my lamp. Good evening.'
And he lit it again.
"But why have you just lit up again?'
'Those are the orders,' replied the lamplighter.
'I don't understand,' said the little prince.
'There's nothing to understand,' said the lamplighter. 'Orders are orders. Good morning.
[SO ORDERS BEING ORDERS one of those who ordered for those automatic streetlighters, was sent back to a remote corner in the northeastern tip. Because someone obviously got their sums wrong and no amounts of back-orders can bring back the order to order]
'Its a terrible way to earn a living. In the old days it was reasonable. I extinguished in the morning and lit up in the evening. I had the rest o the day for relaxing, and the rest of the night for sleeping.'
'...orders have changed?'
'T orders have not changed,' said the lamplighter. That is the tragedy of it! Year by year the planet has been revolving more and more rapidly, but the orders have not changed!'
..."so it completes one revolution every minute, and I no longer have a moment's rest.'
[doing the same dashed thing over and over again, eh? because the speed of stupidity has caught up with a fretting humanity and the light goes on and off in and out every living moment]
So, It is quite obvious that when things are ordered so badly around the light can only go out to come back on again!
And there is nary a moment to rest for the mischief-mongers.
See these are the numbers and how they added up!
17
05
14
06
132
01
124
01
122.
Which itself doesn't tally with another source?
But what are these numbers.
The one who is fiddling with the figures ought to know!
And like the lamplighter following orders because ORDERS ARE ORDERS which are the parents or rather parentheses of dis-orders they don't tot up a respectable tally!
huh huh life is so funny when it is gooey green with greedy envy!
WANT TO OWN UP?
FIDDLER OF THE FIGURES?
WANT TO OWN UP?
