I apologize for posting this here, but since I don't think it will last on the other board...and i thought someone may enjoy it.
spng has been compared to watching a train wreck...
I guess it could be an analogy if:
Spongetech is the name emblazoned on this passenger train cruising through the high mountains of New York state... with conductor Mike Metter and his partner and engineer Steve Moskowitz, with Frank Lazauskas brakeman in the caboose.
Everyone who boarded this fantastic train all along the stops have filled the 5 cars now heavily bouncing behind the great spng engine...
The first car is first class of course, flowing with champagne and caviar to Mikes and Steves best friends and family who also hold diamond train tickets...much singing and music has been heard by the rest of the passengers in the final four cozy coach cars, but that's okay for they are the faithful long and strong firmly gripping their GOLDEN train ticket in their clenched 'you can't pry my ticket out of my fingers unless I'm dead because I won't sell a single share' fists....why? Because Mike the conductor says they will be rich beyond their wildest dreams because of a sponge. The passengers are incredibly firm in their beliefs and dreams...
Many haven't noticed in all the excitement and visits by Mike and Steve on the provided big screens connected by wireless internet that the train hasn't really stopped lately. Why, some passengers could of sworn they saw Frank the brakeman get off a few mountains ago and, and they haven't seen him since? Naa, couldn't be say the happy passengers, sipping their beer and wine and munching pretzels so generously supplied by the spongetech train.
Some passengers have just come back from the last car and they say it's odd but there looks to be less people back there ... Does the train seem to be bouncing a little more lately? Gee, said one passenger Bob, I'm wondering where this train really is heading, I'm thinking ... OH lOOK it's Mike on TV again ... Mike says "look out the right side windows.. see our huge spongetech banner, way up in those trees? Look see? Beautiful eh. Everyone pressing against the windows did see the big spongetech banner high up there. Bob, back in the fourth car saw the sign too, but noticed that the sign being on a 100 foot tree, he could only see a few people way down below straining to see what was up in their tree. Then, Bob got all excited again when he saw another spongetech sign way up high on another tree, even though Bob only saw a moose and a few deer way down there, it was all good. But Bob was concerned about why he only saw a few other golden ticket holders in his train car. Where was dinner by the way, Bob thought.
Back in the 2nd train car the happy ticket holders were ecstatic about seeing their sign in the wild. No one in there noticed the train had leveled off a little bit. A couple of golden ticket holders just came back from the first class car and were telling people some of those passengers are gone. Must of got off at that last stop where Mike said he needed to go to the printers for something they all said. No problem, Mike is cool. He hasn't broken a single promise yet and will take the best care of us ticket holders. "You wait and see" they all said.
Hey, another passenger shouts, come back to compartment three, Mike and Steve are meeting all of us personally to announce another spectacular company deal to make us even richer! Everyone is buzzing about meeting Mike and Steve in person that almost no one notices the train is rattling down the tracks a little faster. Darn they say, MIke and Steve are only on the big screen again.. but the disappointment is short as Mike announces spongetech is going to make COMIC character sponges because Mike has partnered with A big comic guy. Steve says we're going to make HULK sponges for the comic guy... everyone cheers and throws their chips and Cheeto's in the air and high five's all around... Mike then says, to thunderous applause and wild beer flinging that he and Steve will file the 10K on Oct 16th and their golden tickets will be so hot they will be burning in their hands...Bob and a few more ticket holders are wondering different. Bob says "what if they don't file?" With so much noise from the celebrating, Bob's question is lost like the snowflake barely grazing the window Bob is uncomfortably staring out, straining to see more spongetech signs.
The great spongetech train has been powering through the snow now for weeks and the golden ticket holders are tiring of beer and the now stale Cheeto's. It's been weeks and Mike and Steve haven't even been on the big screen TV. Many ticket holders are complaining about the same 'as seen on tv ads' about spongebob that play over and over... where's Mike everyone has been saying... Bob has now been staying in the last 2 passenger compartments with a handful of other golden ticket holders who have been banished back there by the majority of ticket holders who screamed blasphemy and threatened him for questioning MIke and Steve and how we shareholders were being treated...the big screen is turned off back here too...
Now Bob says to himself, this isn't right. Taking his life into his hands, Bob climbs out a window, wind and icy snow shards ripping at his face and hands, and fights his way along the roofs to the first class car. What he sees is beyond belief. There is NO ONE in the first compartment at all! Finally, freezing and shaking and bleeding from his wounds and back inside his car, screaming "there's no one there, NO ONE IN FIRST CLASS, and I didn't SEE any one driving the train! After people warmed Bob up by pouring warm beer all over him they all decided to go see for themselves....
As the train hurtles on through the moonless chilled night whipping fantails of angry snow at innocent animals along the tracks and knocking a few deer senseless, it has dawned on more than a few passengers that they are going downhill. And have been doing so for some time.... everyone confronts each other, fiercely staring each down. As it slowing awakens on most numbed consciousnesses, they notice they only fill one passenger compartment. Where is everyone someone asks out loud. No one answers. Someone sheepishly says we have been locked out of the first car for weeks and no one has talked to us. Dumbfounded Bob asked "Why didn't you guys do something?" Just a few strong hands answered "because Mike said that spongetech was in a "quiet period" and Mike and Steve were working hard on a plan to take care of us ticket holders and make us rich.
Why would we doubt him?" they said.
Just then someone shouted..."look outside, the sun is gone and everything is grey"
"This doesn't look good, this doesn't look good at all" Bob sadly said.
Indeed. With his fist clenched on his golden ticket and his face pressed against the frigid imprisoning window Bob could see they were now exploding downward, shearing snow banks like hot hockey sticks on a frozen lake. Sparks flying from the red hot metal against tracks. Looking at the angle the train was now lumbering inexplicably at, Bob was momentarily lost in memory of his favorite sledding hill. Seconds later, Bob's happy thought evaporated by what he then saw. He saw it some ways down the mountain. The train tracks ended. And just beyond was the open pitch-black maw of a pit mine. Or was that a black hole.
Sledding hill, indeed.
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