📖The Mob Boss and His Golden Tower 🗼

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📖 The Mob Boss and His Golden Tower 🗼

✍️ Introduction

Once upon a time, there was a builder who loved nothing more than to see his name in lights. He raised towers of glass and gold, not for shelter or for beauty, but to proclaim his greatness to the world. Yet the higher he built, the emptier his halls became.

🎭 Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias

🪄 The Tale

The Mob Boss strutted through his towers, boasting of deals and victories. He promised riches to his followers, calling himself their protector, their champion, their voice.

But his protection always came with a bill. He charged tribute for his friendship, demanded loyalty as payment, and called every rival an enemy. His greatest inventions were not towers but phrases: “Witch hunt!” — the charm he muttered whenever the law came knocking at his golden doors, and “Fake news!” — the curse he hurled at the scribes who dared to write unflattering truths.

His followers cheered, mistaking bravado for strength. They filled his coffers, carried his banners, and repeated his slogans. Few remembered the six towers of bankruptcy that had already crumbled behind him, or the debts left for others to sweep away.

Yet the Boss kept building. The higher he climbed, the emptier his halls became. The windows shattered, the walls leaned, and still he shouted from the top: “Only I can save you!”

But the higher he rose, the further he drifted from the people below — who one day looked up and saw only a lonely figure, raging against the wind in his crumbling golden cage.

⚖️ Moral of the Tale

He who builds castles of lies will one day be buried beneath their ruins.

🎭 Closing Line

The stage of the world is never empty. The next fable is already being written…

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📌 Blog Excerpt

A boastful builder raised towers of glass and gold, promising riches while muttering “witch hunt” at every trial and “fake news” at every critic. Behind him lay six bankruptcies and a trail of debts, yet still his followers cheered. The higher he built, the emptier his halls became — until his golden tower stood as nothing more than a cage of his own making.

WJJH, September 2025