Caritas stulti

So there I was, at my least favorite function. Old, old friends.

A good half of them are still climbing the money tree. Long past the moment of wisdom that never came.

And half of the half are covering their doubts with good deeds.

Goodness comes in the form of board seats. Not for profits. Profit not the needle with its ever-seeing eye.

Western Sydney kids basketball league. Industry association. Opera. Blind drunk rabbits of Rooty Hill. Anything with indigenous in the title. Trade missions with junior ministers. Any club that will have them. Random shit.

Status and good deeds. Networks of fools.

“Are you on any not for profit boards Ian? You should be.”

Of course I am – I do Australian tech.

Time to exit stage left. Roll the dice and swear.