To My Readers
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To The Senators That Who Blocked The Bail Out
Let me understand this. As many as two million people are going to be unemployed, and you’re quibbling over payroll cuts timing? *Gets up on soapbox* You guys are supposed to represent us. You’re supposed to be for the American people. The Unions, who have fought like hell to bring working men up from the slag heaps, have GENEROUSLY agreed to massive pay cuts FOR THE LAST FIVE YEARS to save those automakers sorry asses. They’ve put up with shitty business practices, obdurate management and incredible pressure to try and preserve those absolutely necessary jobs. And you quibble over whether they should take a HUGE pay cut in 2009 instead of 2011. Really? This is why possibly two million people will be unemployed? Because you killed an agreement over two years? I’m not surprised, but your fuckwittery knows no bounds. When is it going to be the rich fucks who jet set around the globe, waste company funds on expensive perks and board members who insist on bad business practices who pay the price for an economic down turn? When is the worker going to continue to get his retirement, his paycheck and his benefits instead of being the first place these assholes plunder their ill gotten gains? Call me stupid, but it seems to me that you’ve lost your ever lovin’ minds…….if you ever had any.
To The Dirt Faced Okie Boys
So, we finally get a Monday where The Redneck leaves on Sunday instead because of the weather and I’m thinking I have a day where I’ve gotten some sleep when both you guys decide to have a puke fest. Nothing like sick boys to make my week.
To The Redneck
You really picked a gorgeous tree.
To That Lady In Virginia
So, I got YOUR package by mistake and you got mine. Yours is sitting on my table, labeled and ready to go back, but now I have two sick children and no way to get it to the post office. I hope you weren’t expecting your tote bag before Christmas. And what the hell did I order anyway.
To No One In Particular
Edits suck. That is all.