Please accept this (latest) apology for sporadic posting. I’m following socio-political current events, just not blogging about them. Venting steam can keep a lid from blowing, but apparently mine rocketed off when I gave up on Western Civ. Now I mostly just simmer.
But last week my boss and I did compare notes on “going postal”. It’s one of those “quantity vs. quality” arguments. He has a very specific scenario which culminates in him driving a van-load of screaming churchgoers into the river. I’m…not sure where that comes from, no.
Me? I want to break the record and redefine “going postal” as “going wormme”. My philosophy is as simple as ABCDEFG: Atomic Biological Chemical Detonations, Everybody Forever Gone.
(Dang. The ol’ brain wants to finish that pattern, which really is nuts. …Gone (to) Heaven…no, “to” is cheating. …Gone, Horrible Injuries Justified… Krap. This ain’t easy.)
Anyway, the moral of the story? When discussing mass murder plans with your boss, don’t do it in front of people who’ll whine about it to your boss’s boss. Jerks.
They’re on the list now…