| 001. It's So Hard To Find Good Help These Days |
[tue jan 26th, 2010 »1:11a] |
Merlin's slate pinstripe trousers, I can hardly believe how much time I have been wasting going through security scans over the last several days. I can't imagine that our resources are best utilized performing numerous full body scans of Trade and Finance experts in the International Magical Office of Law. Perhaps there has been growing concern that one of us is packing a weaponized abacus in the folds of our business robes, but as I recall, the terrorist was upset with the pureblood elite - albeit rather misguidedly. If anything, we should be each be given protective details, not pat downs. Of course, I can imagine that it would be difficult to know who these protective details should be given to, since the group doesn't seem too picky about fact checking before they attack. It must be difficult to anticipate the actions of a group that doesn't seem to contain even the most limited of internal logical consistencies.
Of course, my sympathies are with the victims of these savage attacks as well as their families, but I'm sure they can all sleep easier now knowing that when Minister Riddle returns to his post, this sort of violence and fear-mongering will be handled with the swiftness and severity it necessitates. And perhaps then, we won't have to keep disrupting our lives for security scans, and I'll have time to go get a proper tea during lunch. The stuff they serve in this office is dreadful.
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