(or: When Reality Accidentally Entered the Room)
There was a moment at the meeting, brief, unscripted, almost human, when one owner did something extraordinary.
They asked a question.
Not a hostile one.
Not a theatrical one.
Just a quiet, rational interruption of the collective hallucination.
“How can a board that brought the corporation to the brink of insolvency be described as fiscally responsible?”
Reader, this was not heckling.
This was basic arithmetic.
And for that moment alone, the room deserved a slow clap. đź‘Ź
🌱 A Note to the Questioner (You Know Who You Are)
You were gentle.
You were respectful.
You assumed words still meant what they used to mean.
You made the charming mistake of believing that “fiscally responsible” still had something to do with:
- not burning through reserves 🔥
- not normalizing emergency borrowing đź’ł
- not confusing survival with stewardship
Your question carried the faint hope that the adults in the room might pause, recalibrate, or, God forbid, correct themselves.
Bless you for that.
🎩 Meanwhile, in Auditor-Land…
The answer, of course, floated in from an alternate universe.
A universe where:
- insolvency is merely “financial creativity”
- borrowing from the reserve fund is “common”
- and accountability is a vibe, not a duty
In this universe, words don’t describe reality – they comfort it.
“Fiscally responsible” is not a conclusion reached after analysis.
It is a reassuring lullaby, hummed gently so no one wakes up screaming.
🧮 Let’s Be Tedious for a Second (Just One)
In the old, boring world – the one with numbers – fiscal responsibility meant:
- planning instead of reacting
- preserving equity instead of eroding it
- treating reserve funds as safeguards, not piggy banks
In the new, exciting world, it apparently means:
- We’re still standing, aren’t we?
- Nothing has collapsed today.
- Please stop asking questions; it’s making people uncomfortable.
🕊️ The Tragedy (and the Comedy)
The tragedy is not that the question was asked.
The tragedy is that it had to be.
The comedy – dark, institutional, exquisitely Canadian – is that the question sounded radical.
As if logic itself had wandered into the meeting uninvited, sat down politely, and was immediately ignored.
🧊 Final Thought
To the one who asked:
You were not rude.
You were not naĂŻve.
You were simply early – early to the realization that the emperor is not just naked, but calling it “cost-efficient attire.”
As for the rest?
When insolvency is branded as responsibility, and concern is treated as disruption, madness isn’t coming.
Madness has already been minuted.
