Ok, Shelby's old. He's sick. Like the old people around here say, he looks like he's been rode hard and put up wet. Lot of people don't think he's goning to be around for two more years. If you're one of the toadies, or maybe not important enough to be a toady, but just somebody who's had to go along to get along, what should you be doing right now? Shouldn't those be the people reaching out and building bridges instead of the faculty? Say you're five years from retirement and you can't leave, even if Shelby makes the two years, you've got a miserable time ahead of you after that.
And, once he does leave, what happens to the toadies and accomplices when people do start telling what they know? I keep picturing this dam kind of like Big Bay, with information piled up behind it, and the little leaks and cracks already starting. Are some of these people a little tiny bit worried about, oh, being indicted maybe? What do y'all think?
Nothing would surprise me, but I speak without real knowledge, just a gut hunch that we ain't seen nothin' yet. It must be a weird feeling right now to be a Shelby loyalist. You can see the ship taking on water fast, but no life boat's in sight.
Personally, I am watching to see if LSM was an isolated incident or if she was just the first rat off the ship. If others jump ship, then S.S. Shelby is going to sink. If these folks stand pat, then one of two things must be true. Either the next pres will take care of them or they can't find anything remotely comparable to the deal they now have and will look for any plank at the last minute.
On the ain't seen nothing yet front I sincerely hope that someone who knows all the gory details can find a ghost writer and that they need the money.
Somebody at USM told me a story about a person they knew who worked for a really bad boss, real pushy and a sex harasser did a lot of bad stuff (hmm, that sounds familar doesn't it?) anyway in this office there was a meek quiet little office lady, a clerk or something that just blended into the woodwork. I don't think this happened at USM, but whatever. When somebody started to look at Mr. Boss, Miss Meek-Mouse reached in her drawer and pulled out her little notebook where she'd been writing down every single thing she saw. Nailed his hide to a tree.