This was written by an individual who knows Pablo all too well. The person wishes to remain anonymous, but I know the person's identity.
So while these "Confessions" are fiction, they are based on a true situation. In other words, if the right drugs could be administered to Pablo, he would utter words VERY SIMILAR to these!
Here is the question: Do we have any reason NOT to believe the things written here? Do any of these points sound outrageous, or conflict with anything we KNOW TO BE A FACT about Pablo and his behavior? Or do they mesh perfectly?
From all the reports I've heard over the years, I believe this post is VERY good and very effective in communicating the problems with Pablo. And it has an almost SCARY ring of truth to it. It rings completely true. It makes sense of a very complicated and confusing situation there in Boston.
I heartily recommend that everyone here read it, and think about it.
Confessions from the Boss (based on a true story)
I am not a bad man. Everyone thinks I am, but I am not. Those who say this of me are just jealous, selfish and uneducated troglodytes. To hell with them. I hate them all, and they deserve my just and righteous wrath.
I work for a non-profit. You could say I am the non-profit, but I would deny that. I only claim a small role for myself, sort of like being a custodian, a volunteer. I am a humble worker in the field, so to speak. That's how I started with the non-profit.
I met the owner of this non-profit years before he established it. For the sake of comprehension, let's call him Jack. I did odd jobs for him over the years. I worked my way into his circle of trust. The more I worked myself in, the better were my odds for a diversified income.
I didn't know how well Jack would pay off, so I had my fingers in other pies. It was only when Jack started his non-profit that I realized the full potential for future gains and security.
Yes, money is the root of all evil. I have a lot of evil to feed, specifically my ex-wife, lovers and their kids, some of which may or may not be mine. Some of these mouths truly disgust me, but I am not a bad man, so I help them whenever I can.
As a humble worker in the field, it is my duty to make sure that others know who I am. Jack is the commander, and I am his servant. Whatever he wants done, I do. Sure, these little acts are as pennies to the dollars I take from him and his non-profit, but as long as he values my service, then I can and do get away with everything. I bet I would get away with murder, as long as I have a fall guy.
One good thing about non-profits is the seemingly never-ending supply of dimwits and good, naïve volunteers. They supply me with at least two of my most basic needs; money and power. I give them a commander-in-chief in return for their hard work. I am a boss to them, a stern father. I work them, keep them in line, and ensure they know their place. Some of these workers have gotten wise to my plan. That's when they turn into fall guys. I frame them for some offense, then I rid myself of them. When I remove these threats, I always report to Jack.
“Another disaster averted.” I tell him.
Jack has given me many responsibilities, and I handle each one carefully. In every task, I have found new opportunities to ingratiate myself with my boss and his fellow non-profit founders. Every task is a chance for improving my own financial status. I have even found a way to improve my relationship status. If the man didn't want his family taken away, he should have done more to keep them. I have done wonders for the kids, and now Jack thinks even more of me. I am such a loving, grandfatherly figure, free of any improper feelings and all that.
It's like taking candy from a baby. Maybe easier. This baby feeds me with an endless supply of candy. I'm loving every piece of it.
Yes, I have my critics. Some people call me evil, demonic, greedy, lustful, and other things I don't really care about. They are vocal, but not very active. They complain from the safety of their homes, these cowards, while not doing anything to back their idle threats.
They say I am a bad man. I am only giving Jack what he wants. It is only fair that I also get what I want. I don't get paid a salary for what I do. It is a non-profit after all.
That's why I get my pay in other ways. I have set up all I need to eventually take over the non-profit from Jack. After all, I have done most, if not all, of the paper work in the previous three or so years. I secured the property, the tax status, the bank accounts, the titles, deeds and more.
Jack should really thank me for all the good I have done. As you see, with everything I have contributed over the years, I am really not a bad man at all.
I am the boss.