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In our company we have instant messaging: ...

runcible-spoon (11:54:07 AM): yo
Andrea Albrey (11:54:12 AM): hi
runcible-spoon (11:54:27 AM): get your great fat butt over here and we'll go to lunch
Andrea Albrey (11:55:06 AM): Did you mean to ping Andrea Bonjourno with this ?
runcible-spoon (11:55:25 AM): ah .... *blush**
Andrea Albrey (11:55:29 AM): HAHAHAHAHA
Andrea Albrey (11:55:56 AM): I was ranting about my jiggly Italian culo (butt)in another window with someone else. how ironic.
runcible-spoon (11:56:15 AM): hahahah hhhhaaaaa
runcible-spoon (11:56:21 AM): :::)))
Andrea Albrey (11:56:25 AM): hehe
runcible-spoon (11:57:03 AM): I guess I lost ALL my politically correctness points for the next decade in one foul swoop
Andrea ALbrey (11:57:18 AM): yep. well done. :)
runcible-spoon (11:58:20 AM): .. wee - c u later
runcible-spoon (11:58:30 AM): well ... its well!!!
Andrea Albrey (11:58:42 AM): haha.. enjoy lunch !

My first post

There is a strange scent in the air. An election result where everyone knew exactly what they wanted, then had to,or were lucky enough to, live by the result. The other half cursing. Is democracy just another term for selective disenfranchisement? The scent of sweat, of power riled and disappated. Can the other half (munus epsilon) be expected to just go away. This cant be the end of the process surely.

In the next short while wont people find their voice? Wont 'the people' find its voice? Is it time to come to the window and scream "....I wont stand it any more !!" ?

I dont know.

What I do know is that no one who is a stakeholder has the luxury disengagement.