Lots of noise. Lots of back and forthing. Lots of smirks and frothing. Lots of frowns and mouthing. In the end thee is no movement whatsoever. The finish line is the exact same place at the start line. Progress? Regress? Nogress? Distress? Recess? Excess?
The mighty OZ roars. Behind the roar is a frightened puny little man scared to death of being found out.
The bigger the roar the bigger the boor the bigger the boor/bore the bigger the snoz. The wizard of oz. Follow the yellow brick road. Not of gold but of cowardice.
