Yesterday a publisher asked me to consider writing a book about the current state of accounting.
I mentioned this to me elder soon last night as we were walking the dog. He groaned. “Not another smutty title, please” was his request.
“How about ‘Debit, Credit, F**kit’?” was my response.
The stars are at his request. He might be 18 today, but he still thinks there are some words his father should not know.
I happen to think the title encapsulates an argument remarkably well. It quite succinctly expresses the indifference of the profession to those it is meant to serve.