This is the blog of Goose, the one who puts a roof over your head and food in your belly. I am getting sick, and soon the farmer is going to stop feeding me and I will stop laying Golden Eggs for you. The farmer in Omaha says I keep getting sicker and sicker and it may soon not be worth feeding me any more. I need your help. Please.*
*This is satire, so if you have Lupees you should take this as seriously as you take your fear less leader / representative example...
"Geese take turns leading the flock. The flight leader thinks for the formation. Pilots, on the other hand, elect leaders to represent their interests. The elected leaders never think for the pilots. Are you a goose or a pilot?"
