When the bullies finally trip over their own broomsticks
📝 Editor’s Note
After nearly 3 years of legal gymnastics and broom choreography, the Blenvale Board’s self-proclaimed heroes of “reasonableness” have managed to perform their most impressive trick yet: tripping over their own narrative. What follows is a dramatized retelling – though frankly, reality didn’t need much embellishing.
🧹 Act I: The Broom Parade
They marched through Blenvale’s hallways like self-anointed hall monitors, brandishing invisible brooms of authority. “We maintain order!” they declared, as dust bunnies of mismanagement gathered behind them.
Whenever questioned, they’d wag their brooms with righteous fury – “Stop being unreasonable! Stop asking for documents!”
Translation: Stop noticing what we’re doing.
But eventually, even the most devoted sweepers run out of rug.
⚖️ Act II: The Great Trip
The moment was glorious – that inevitable collision between arrogance and accountability.
One by one, the contradictions piled up:
- The “reasonable actions” that were neither reasonable nor actions.
- The “due process” that skipped the “process” part entirely.
- The “good faith” that apparently expired without notice.
And when the affidavits contradicted each other? You could almost hear the thud of credibility hitting the courtroom floor.
Even the judge’s eyebrow made a guest appearance – the universal sign for “Are you serious right now?”
🔥 Act III: Turnaround
Six months into this oppression saga, the broom-wielders look exhausted. Their sweeping arms are tired; their excuses frayed. Suddenly, “We did nothing wrong” sounds less like confidence and more like denial in its death throes.
And here’s the twist – I didn’t need to raise my voice or swing a broom.
All I had to do was stand still, let the facts settle, and wait for them to trip.
🪞 Moral of the Story
Turnaround isn’t revenge. It’s cosmic balance.
It’s that rare, satisfying moment when the truth – dusty, patient, and unstoppable – rises again.
And as they scramble to explain why the broom is now stuck firmly in their own filing cabinet, I can only smile and whisper:
“Told you so.”
Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.
