...and then I wondered if, in the midst of Wars and other such Organized Tragedies we would still call ourselves collaborators ? Are we like sieves? Can we hold a secret? Are we the weak link?
In Australia, where the Party has decreed 'there never was no War', we would probably just be called dobbers (less Continental of course.)
Today, in the Strategic Product Development Room of the Partie Democratique Hypertexte (PDH) they were all speaking in hushed tones.
'We suspect a leak', the President whispered. 'They are no better than women, present company excluded of course. Someone round here cannot hold their tongue.'
I worry that the Party has weakened their case, fetishized the footstep in
the sand, instead of worrying a little bit more about whose boot was on