A Sunny Place for Shady PeoplePithy, contrarian, politically incorrect and curmudgeonly rants on sex, money, power and politics and religion and philosophy. In short: Nothing matters, everything changes and there are no guarantees. The rest is rationalization and bribery. (c) Tom Milner 2002-2003. DIRECTORY of offensive POSTS at Archives: 07/09/03. RECOMMENDED BLOGS: Archives: 07/29/03. email: theoldbuzzard AT sunnyplaceforshadypeople DOT com.
Saturday, February 01, 2003
Monday, February 03, 2003
Like the old telephone companies, the post office hires far more than its share of the peripherally deranged and the debauched eccentric.
First, some economic points:
Few opportunities above the service and retail levels exist for most workers in today's America. The factory jobs have fled abroad, mostly, it seems, to Mexico and China.
What remains for the lower middle class are positions driving buses, teaching, nursing, clerking and drudging at some level of government.
To attack and expose the whole of the U.S. Postal Service for the inefficient, costly and indifferent muddle that it's become is too facile, the target too easy.
Where's the challenge in that?
We won't even list the litany of blunders, stupidity and violence.
"Going postal" sums it up.
The average low- to mid-ranking worker is a decent joe just trying to meet his mortgage obligation.
So, blame not the lowly carrier and clerk.
The censure rightly belongs to postal management.
We know first-hand the postal administration's shabby, corrupt and fascistic treatment of their inferiors.
Many of these managers perversely delight in tormenting, rather childishly, their employees. These porkers are truly criminally insane.
Of course, in time, it will change -- for the worse.
So direct aloft your wrath at the P.O.
Thursday, January 30, 2003
Friday, January 31, 2003
And then there are last year's obituaries:
Stephen Ambrose, popular historian and known plagiarist; Walter Annenberg, publisher, philanthropist and Reagan's drunken Ambassador to the U.K.; Mary Kay Ash, pink cosmeticist and pyramid-builder.
Linda Boreman, a/k/a Linda Lovelace of Deep Throat depths; Elizabeth, the Queen Mother, teacher of "the wave" for drag queens; the great and good George Harrison of the Beatles.
Thor Heyerdahl, trans-Pacific explorer on the Kon-Tiki; Kim Hunter, the sexy Stella of Streetcar Named Desire; Ken Kesey, fine author (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest) and 60's tripper.
Ann Landers, sob sister extraordinaire; Walter Lord, popular writer (of the non-plagiarist school) of A Night to Remember (Titanic).
Princess Margaret, frustrated and gin-soaked, but still fun to drink with; Leo McKern, the delightful Rumpole of the Bailey; Chaim Potok, noted Jewish novelist of the religious.
David Riesman, who gave us "other-directed" in The Lonely Crowd; Rod Steiger, brilliant in On the Waterfront and
In the Heat of the Night; John Thaw, ("Inspector Morse").
Lew Wasserman, The Quintessential Hollywood Mogul; Billy Wilder, director of the first chop (Double Indemnity and
Others died as well.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Social lions that we unblushingly are, we recently hosted a vernissage for a painter friend whose work we have long admired.
It was the most pleasant of evenings with civil discourse, with drinks drunk and pot piped.
This intimate soiree was, however, marred by a waxing social disorder: the ignorance or indifference of the invited to R.S.V.P.
(Or the boobs who R.S.V.P. and then don't show, doubtless having found, at the last minute, a bawdier party.)
The other irritant, although less damning, is the socially tardy.
The very tardy.
These oafs arrive just in time to say goodbye. At party's "official" close, we pointedly and promptly say goodnight to these misfits. (One lingers here by invitation only.)
The habitually late for social or business obligations do so by design, with full knowledge and perhaps even meticulous planning. Their eventual arrival figuratively says: "You and your schedule are trivial to me. I'm the one who counts."
Henceforth, summons will be prominently adorned with the following line: Failure to R.S.V.P. or arrive timely will relieve you of the burden of future invitations.