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#9 on SPILLBOARD'S TOP TEN !! "EVIL LOVE"

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Oh babe...
You know those things you shouldn't have said?
 Well I've said them..
And all I have said is true.
You begged me to keep the silence
but the silence was killing..
Murdering.. me and you
I was tired of running the circles
'round  the real problem
the problem a   FUCKED ..UP ..YOU!
Why won't anyone listen
all they keep hearing
are bells that keep ringing
 Hell's  got ahold of you!
Won't you please answer
the B-U-R-NING question
devouring the love
the love that was ours
that will hold us forever
in this fucked up journey
a journey that we wish could end?
But for now
we will feed the wild forces
that force us to feed
our love that's eternal,.. eternal and true
The fire !
The flame!
The heat and the passion
Drives me insane!
Why won't the evil in love
leave us alone
so that we can finally
 end
 end this pain!?
Oh babe
The things that you should not say
Well, I've said them..
And truth is to blame
The fire the fire the fire the fire
that burns with our love
Is it our love that we must sustain?
But the fire the fire the fire the fire
devours our love
yet we feed it
just the same....
The fire the fire the fire the fire
THE FIRE THE FIRE THE FIRE THE FIRE!

Snowflakes

                                       

                                         

                                YOU!!         ....are a SNOWFLAKE

                    

                  That's right.    THERE!    I said it!!   You're a fuckin' Snowflake!

                                             All a ya's. 

    

 Every fucking last one of you is a fucking Snowflake. Just like me. 

As a snowflake is formed , each one is subject to a different path on it's way to the ground. Some melt before they make it. Some end up miles from where they were born and land in unfamiliar territory.  Snowflakes all around you ,..but you only need enough to build a snowman. Enough to create your fake collection of friends and build that goddam Snowman to fill the void of your loneliness. 

"   Snowflakes are unique because each icy crystal takes a distinct, complex, and chaotic path from the clouds to the ground, experiencing ever-changing temperature and humidity levels that shape its intricate, six-sided structure. No two snowflakes experience the exact same environmental conditions, ensuring that their growth patterns differ entirely. " ( ai ggl)

                        You see,... we are ALL Snowflakes! 

Influenced by genetics, family, culture, socio-economic class. 

 Friends...... and experiences.

 Guided and sometimes misguided  by our own uniquely formed

  personalities.  

Our paths and our form never quite the same as "the other guy". 

                         None of us are exactly the same .

So as you join your comrades to become a snowman, 

or melt before you reach your final destination,

 remember that you are not alone.   

Just a little different, and ..perhaps....wonderfully unique.

Charlie Kirk, Captain Kirk's Adopted Son, Gets Taken By Demonic Dem Gods

 

Die Like the Manatee ; Prudish Ormond : Time to Leave

There she is.....suffering her 7th trip to the mailbox...this fragile spoiled brat turned 64. She hates that trip to the mailbox...leaving the air conditioned comfort of the Multi Million dollar home she hopes to inherit from her aging Proctologist boyfriend . She hates that dive from the humidity free cold and comfortable house.

 "Oh my God!!! I'm sweating!" she grumbles to herself as she voices her daily complaints to that sweet little mail lady working hard in the Florida sun. "Why are you so late today?!" " Where's my package?!" " You're getting sweat all over my mail!!!" She weakly snatches the bundle of mail from the mail lady with her pale muscle free  white arms that have never seen the sun or experienced labor.She rolls her eyes and listlessly strolls back into the good Doctor's house. She swoops her short gray painted blonde cupie doll curl around the side of her ear ...a haircut that somebody told her looked " cute" but really didn't mean it. 

 Today is her 7th trip to the mailbox. You see...today....there was an opportunity she simply could not miss! An opportunity to exhibit HER greatest skill. Acquired from her mother and practiced on the daily until she became , well almost, ...a PROFESSIONAL! And she is GOOD at it!! 

 She's a PROFESSIONAL PRUDE! 

 Those seven trips to the mailbox today....were a scouting mission. 

 "There's a damned boat parked on the river ...right in front of my house!" "I don't like it! "

 She spies and takes pictures on her 7 trips.....eager to contact the authorities to remove this boat

....on the river

....in front of her house. 

 She spends another three hours on the front porch of her house, making phone calls to the city, to the state, to FWC, to the govenah! 

 

To rid herself of this EYESORE!! 

 

...A boat

....on the river 

.......in front of her house. 

 

Ridiculous, I know! 

But not in Ormond Beach.

 The city actually responded and acted on her complaints...even though the boat owner had pro-actively and pre-emptively gone down to city hall and told them he would be there for a short term. He even informed FWC...on the same day, knowing that the old Prude's picture-taking was not for her photo album. 

They gave him the okay, but went back out a week later anyway at her 'command' to scrutinize every little detail of his craft to see if they could come up with something to discourage his short stay . I know they felt like little bitches doing her dirty work. And frankly, they were exactly that.

 Florida has changed. 

 Ormond Beach , once a sweet little neighborly marine community...has succumbed to the almighty dollar, as most of Florida's cities have. Less than 10 percent of dock owners in the area actually have a boat. They live here for the investment of their riverfront property and imagine the sparkling ripples glistening in the morning sun cover a beautiful river filled with dolphins and seagulls and marine life. 

They have no idea.

 

Underneath those glistening ripples is a sludge filled reservoir of effluent and road drainage. Municipalities like Ormond Beach have poisoned the river! Killed the once thriving beds of oysters and sand filled with clams. Devastated the very bottom of the food chain, ..which is the lifeblood and sustainance for the ENTIRE food chain. 

 They have killed thousands upon thousands of the federally protected manatee....while citing boaters for going too fast though manatee zones. Misplaced ideals, conveniently prioritized for the per suit of the almighty dollar. Killing off Florida's once Holy Waterways to fill the city coffers with a load of shopping money.....so they can "rebuild" the boat ramp (with absolutely NO foresight for the boater lol) and erect useless and confusing medians and 'speed bumps"... and hundreds of thousand of dollars in flashing yellow lights.

 But what about the river? What about your infrastructure, Ormond Beach? While you waste taxpayer money on frivolousness and decorations, you effectively murder your environment, ...including thousands of the federally protected manatee.

 

Misplaced priorities? Nope !

 

Flagrant disregard! .... which has, as of yet, gone without the penalties  or repercussions that might help them to develop a conscience..

 Ormond Beach is now New York...New Jersey.....and the sweetness of Southern Hospitality has left the building like Elvis.  

It is DEAD! 

These northerners have displaced the natives, and bring their rudeness and New York politics with them. 

 BEWARE!

 Take note of what they have done to New Jersey, New York..   They clamor to GTFO of New York, ...yet bring the same sad politics that wreaked havoc on their cities up north...to Florida. To Ormond Beach .

It's a crying shame.

Ormond Beach.....you should be ashamed of yourself!

But you aren't ashamed, now are you...

The sight of those city coffers has blinded you to the harsh reality of your careless murderous ways. You have killed the Halifax. 

 And the manatee.

 And thousands of creatures who once thrived on your poisoned oyster bars only to go belly-up on the shoreline from red tides.

 Underneath the sheen of that river is a poisoned cesspool. And YOU are responsible.

 And as you cater to the whims of Prudish Ormond.....you sanctify the un-sanctifiable. What a shame.

 Ormond is no longer a boating community. The neighborhoods once filled with friendliness and good Southern hospitality...are GONE! Once a fishing community...the fish are GONE!! There's a toxic layer of sludge and poisons from hundreds of road drains and millions of gallons of effluent that carry poisons from community toilets and  from thousands of acres of new roadways and parking lots. 

 It is no longer Ormond Beach. 

The Halifax is no longer a living river.

 If you see a seagull out there and it somehow satisfies your illusions, take a trip to your county dump. There's seagulls there too.

 Time to leave.

 I know, I know...GOOD RIDDANCE! Right?   You don't need a conscience...and you don't need someone who cares. So Good-bye, Florida man! Go away! We got coffers of cash! We got Prudish! We don't need the likes of YOU!!         And  conscience is for Church! .... not city hall. 

Go away, Southern Man, Go Away!     Die like the manatee.....

.

A.O.M.S. " The Old Guys Disease"

I am not a doctor....but I have studied a disease of the geriatric male for decades. At first, I feared cancer. Perhaps prostrate cancer? Lung cancer? Colorectal cancer? Oh please! PLEASE!! ..PLEASE NO BACK PAIN OR OSTEOARTHRITIS!! Please PLEASE PLEASE!! ....LET MY PECKER WORK ALL THE WAY TO THE END! Oh, PLEASE, dear Lord. DON'T LET IT HAPPEN TO ME!!! As I drew closer to that fateful destiny I began to notice a disease that...I hadn't really thought about much before, and kinda wrote it off as ...well, I don't know,...a generation gap? What ailments of old age will overtake me? First wonder, then worry. WHAT IS COMING? As you approach that geriatric age, some lifelong fears may begin to set in with the grim realization of your life's reaping... WHAT IS THIS DISEASE I DISCOVERED WITHOUT THAT UNNECESSARY MEDICAL DEGREE.? ..."A.O.M.S." That spiraling approach to senility has a precursor! Tired of the bullshit...weary of mustering sympathy....fed-up with attempting to untangle ambiguities .... exhausted from inane political arguments...removing the filters of soft-pedaling and losing conscience in telling dirty jokes. Unwilling to allow any more decay of your own generations moralities, .... a syndrome develops in men approaching old age. "A.O.M.S."...... is a disease that afflicts 85% of men between the ages of 50 and 'old codger'. Men in these years get ANGRY! STAUNCH! RIGID in their thinking. UNMALLEABLE! Their thinking ....is DONE! Conclusions... have been WRITTEN! BULLSHIT!....is unnacceptable! And by-the way....they are NEVER WRONG!! A.O.M.S.!...IT'S a real disease! "Angry Old Man Syndrome". Most men will develop it before they die. But remember, "Never get into a gunfight with an old man. They have little to lose."

Patriotic Poltergeist Lady

Dejoy, Postal Jesus and Savior

  It 'could' be that DeJoy is the Jesus we have all been waiting for. But realistically, he seems like a real bastard and a selfish punk. And of course, ...an extreme narcissist. Even through some miracle where your DeJoy Jesus 'resurrects' the post office.....I will never work for someone I can't trust. What good does it do to save the post office financially...yet make it even more of a shi#hole to work in? DeJoy has already underestimated the mass exodus created by his belligerent antics. He is not a good leader....and is kinduva punk. I can't tell you how disgustingly brazen he, and his minion managers are ..... in the way they disrespect their own employees. They get away with it!! If a person from the street, or from your local Publix...treated me like they do .... we would be having fisticuffs in the street! They are PROTECTED on that workroom floor..... and they use that protection to degrade and abuse through fear, threats, coercion, and intimidation, the inadequate weaklings treating the post office like their own personal kingdom! They must be miserable at home lol. Now, ...if you are a manager....SPEAK UP!! If you are a manager who won't speak up about the obvious consensus of abuse... you are part of the problem! When we speak out here, we are not just a bunch of whiney idiots. Sure, there are a lot of crappy employees. There are a lot of stupid ones. But not all! One of the easiest ways for management to get rid of a problem,...is to DENY that there even IS one! That denial,..could cost the USPS dearly. They had better start to amend their ways.....or financial failure will be eternal.

Dante Gabrielle Rossetti meets Death Cab for Cutie

Rock the Baby's Cradle; Truth or Dare : Olivia's Darkest Secret Scene featuring Coheed and Cambria

Pontoon Gorilla Dance

Beluga Man

250 lbs. of numb-nut idiot tries to be a hero today, and save the planet by tossing my freshly caught finger mullet back into the river. Poorly informed and misguided generation of pussy-whipped fools...trying to impress his pale pasty white computer gaming full body tattoo-ed girlfriend, I guess. Let me set you straight, little big-man. Your two-hundred and fifty pounds of keyboard banging video game playing beluga flesh is no match for this hardened chiseled piece of man meat....so, be careful what you say.....and more careful what you do ...behind your ethereal fantasy that the matter of your mere poundage will somehow save you from the lightning fast adrenaline enhanced blows you are about to take to your jawline. Save the planet on another, safer day...when I'm not around. Those finger mullet you were 'ker-plunking" back into the river , little big Superman, ....are bait. They will die. By my hands, or by the jaws of a tooth filled redfish! My God! Jesus himself might have been stoned to death on the shoreline of the Halifax River!!...., had he dared to perform his fish miracle there! So many mind-numbed spoon-fed quasi intellectual dumbasses.....never left the couch, but have somehow become environmental geniuses. F#$k off! Gheeeezhhh!

Introducing: Miss Sandee Mar, .... Environmental Savior and Genius

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx( press "play" button twice for video ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxINTRODUCING KAREN OF THE DAY, MISS SANDEE MAR : Lol... oh boy. I wonder if this is the same lady I caught taking finger mullet out of my bait bucket by the casements and tossing them back into the water a few months ago. You know, I could have had her arrested....but I showed kindness and mercy ;). 🙄... Sandra, Sandra, Sandra.... you poor poor woman....Disneyfied and ill-informed like so many of today's society. Thanks , Walt Disney.....for making a Mouse human... Here she is! Author, Miss Sandra Mar :

Sandee Mar asks: "What kind of fisherman are you to allow fish to lay out there like that and suffer why don't you have a bucket to put should have something on that boat it has where you can put them in water tell you I just don't know about people sometimes " 6 h6 hours ago Reply ELROK Author

Sandee Mar ....sweet, sweet misguided soul. Don't you worry your pretty lil head now. It's gonna be okay....it's gonna be okay.. This was the intermediate transfer from bucket to plate. Fish murder is not a crime yet, but please contact your local legislators. The fish were treated fishmanely, and were given a deep tissue massage with a fish scaler before being devoured on my customer's plate. You shoulda seen what these fish were up to before they were justly caught and imprisoned on my boat!

The whiting had been MURDERING live baby shrimp all morning!! It was a tough choice, but I am PRO-TOUGH Choice. He had to be yanked out of the water and incarcerated in my livewell. After a short onboard court session, he was determined to be GUILTY of over 25 shrimp murders IN JUST ONE DAY!! It would have been a SIN ! ... to send him back into the Halifax and let him continue his mass murder. You can be content to know that he will NEVER murder a cute sweet innocent helpless shrimp 🍤 again!

The rest of these fish were found to be accomplices and accessories after- the-fact. I think they are some kind of gang out of (the Gulf of) Mexico...and are here illegally. Don't worry....I have contacted border control and they are aware of the issue. These other cute, sweet, helpless, struggling, suffocating, lovable, sexy , huggable and kissable fish,... are now awaiting trial in a dark Siberian prison made especially for fish by General Electric.

I hope the trial is fair...and their sentence is short. But you never know. My customers took them to their 'home state' for trial, and the laws are a little different there. What kind of fisherman you ask? I am a SUPER FISHERMAN!

...roving the waters and catching these criminals to ensure truth! Justice! ...and the American way!

Red Lobster, Publix, Winn - Dixie, Aldi's...and your local fish market DO NOT AFFORD THESE FISH A FAIR DAY IN COURT!! Yes! They are often convicted and imprisoned WITHOUT THEIR DAY IN COURT!!! WILD, I KNOW!! ... But these types of fisherman unfortunately exist in today's society, as I am sure you are well aware!

We can all end this injustice by banning these places of business and bringing them to their knees financially! Just be sure to stock up on tofu and fresh produce before we END them!

Thank you, Sandee... for bringing awareness to a problem that has only prevailed in modern American society. People like you .

Attached is a picture of a local convict who was duly sentenced about 3 days ago in a local courtroom.

He ,... and his ENTIRE FAMILY have been convicted, sentenced, then trialed for the torture and murder of over 10, 000...yes TEN THOUSAND!! mud crabs, fiddler crabs, and oysters since February 2024!! WHAT IS GOING WRONG WITH MODERN FISH SOCIETY !!?? I think it has something to do with fish abortions and the erosion of the sanctity of fish life. SometimeS,...I think these fish were raised without any parenting or guidance. Somehow,...they have seen fit to hold human beings in higher regard than their own fish civilization! Sad, I know...but what are we to do?!

If you happen to see any of these fish criminal scoundrels...DO NOT RELEASE THEM !! They steal! They murder! They maraude in gangs and sometimes eat their OWN CHILDREN!! We can all end the senseless suffering by surfacing these underwater criminals and keeping them from wreaking havoc amongst fish society. It's up to us...the fishermen, (and SuperFishermen ;) ) of Planet Earth...to end the senseless slaughter and cannibalism! Thank you again, Sandra Mar..... you have done MUCH for the cause and now MANY local fisherman (and wannabe SuperFishermen like me) .....will soon be posting pictures of the fish that THEY have brought to justice! Grab a scuba mask and take a swim. See what goes on down there for FOR YOURSELF! It is chaos and bedlam!! Interview a school of sharks with a chrome microphone ( please don't use fish to attract them it COULD BE DANGEROUS!) ...and justice can begin to be served....

Shhhhhhhhhh! You don't need to say a thing......

 

Hop Aboard! Rock Buoy Pinfish Carters, Ormond Beach Fl . You know the words! ...or do you ??

 

Golden Slumbers, by K Rock

 

The Spirit of Ormond

 

Luke's Rainy Day Game Show

 

Home is the Sailor ; Requiem, by Robert Louis Stevenson

 

Postmaster Angel

......" I was good to ALL of  ' MY 'employees" , quoth one postmaster. ..."if"...this is true, ...and I'm sorry but I have plenty of experience to the contrary...then you are the exception, and not the rule. This place is full of cb's and sob's.....who MUST assimilate to the toxic behaviors in management ...in order to exist in that realm. The USPS is a godless entity.... to whom most PM's and Spvsrs pay homage . Now I ask you...all of you gung-ho freakazoids in management.....'Why would you pay homage to a Godless entity? And to whom...or WHAT exactly ..........are you paying homage ?' When you guys 'suck it up' ...and accept and contribute to the toxic and hostile work environment that IS the USPS.....never daring to question , advise or challenge your devilish leadership.....you are just as much at fault as they are. Complacency is acceptance. Contributing is just plain effed up. You get one narcissistic askhole like Kevin Scullivan or PMG DeJoy in a position of authority , and all of you gotta follow suit like some sort of minions. Terrible, terrible place run by unparented children run amuck with no moral compass or sense of decency. For shame!

 

The Answer

Sometimes I ask dear God and Jesus
If He could find a way to pleasus
By sending  answers , I suppose-ess
And I ...could I be His newfound Moses?.

I cannot climb the great Sinai
my mountain's  only six feet high
The answers from those tablets clearly
Showed those  laws that You hold so dearly

But what about my faggot friend?
Did Your crack pipe bring your ultimate end? 
How much was a gram of coke then?
Was crystal meth made with desert sand? 

Why through some strange moral contortion
Have You allowed my sister's abortion?
Does 100 proof vodka make You puke-ess?
Can we kill Islam before they nuke us?

When great Moses scaled Sinai
were his people on a heroin high?



I am waiting
For reply
To my
Bellowed cry
For the answer..

The answer
Might it be
A queersome
Mystery...?
A game without
A victory...?
A lie.

Waiting  waiting for reply
But if the answer is a lie...
Then bury me
Under live trees

And tell me
The answer
Tell me
The answer
Tell me
The answer

Horses Suck

 

Horses suck. I almost got clocked like this several times because I only gave the horse one carrot and it wanted the whole bag. Feed 'em twice a day, and there is absolutely no gratitude! Scritch their long face in the places they can't reach, and they will bite you when they tire of it, and then turn around so you can scratch their gigantic butt. If you get clocked like this, it is not a careless accident by one of God's big beautiful beasts. It is attempted murder! ...and their aim is incredible and accurate. Don't bring people you love to come see the " horsie's" Bring people you hate, or want dead. Believe me, it is not just a pecking order thing. They aim to kill! Ingrates!

I suppose there was a time when we needed the beasts to cart us around....but now we have the automobile thank God. There is no need for horses, except in a MacDonalds big mac thank you.

Funeral Fights

  Emotion.

Whatever brain chemistry or osmotic chemical flow that produces it....is sometimes a matter of 'personality'.

I had a guy once, question my personal sadness upon the death of a good friend.

My own distinct ' personality'....made me promise him that upon "his" death..."I will not shed a tear! "

Death is a funny thing sometimes. It conjures some of the most unlikely behaviors and responses...beyond those of solemn remorse and reflection. To some, it is a time to "get it all out".

The underlying contempt.The seething subdued anger or jealousy. The things you always wanted to say but could not....... until meeting at Death's door somehow allowed you a chance to unleash...really...the most unlikely of responses.

And then, enter the vultures. Greedy loveless claws grasping for deaths booty, as their loved one watches from the heavens in somber disbelief?

Still, I am proud to be human... (elrok: "What Doesn't Kill You" )

What doesn't kill you....

It is weakness..not strength..that lets a heart harden. Better to stifle the raging pain than feel it. Is there strength in blunting what is your human emotion? Have you evolved in yourself a callousness that you consider strength?

The strength is in keeping your ability to muster emotion. To feel,...to love,...and to love again. It is in weakness that you build a fortress to keep the pain in these emotions at bay. If there is any truth to be found in the cliche'..."what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"....you must find out exactly what it is that you have made strong. Is it the new barriers to empathy , love , or emotion? To the passions that make you human? What has made you stronger, just may have killed the human inside.

Keep strong, and do not build these barriers. Your humanity is your strength....

dEJOY AND TRUST

Dear Congressional Leaders, 

Trust. 

How important is "trust" in a relationship?   It is integral.  

We do not TRUST the United States Postal Service.

Loss of trust in any relationship will lead to it's  erosion and eventual failure. As employees,  our relationship with the U.S. Postal Service requires trust.  Recent actions and inactions by the present Postmaster General have decimated trust amongst its workers. 

It begins here.  The weakest craft with the weakest union has been discovered,  and it's weaknesses have been  exploited.  In this instance, I am talking about the N.R.L.C.A.  ( National Rural Letter Carriers Association)  and the hard working letter carriers that rely on such an entity to communicate with their employer, the United States Postal Service.

Who is in control?   Who ultimately is responsible for postal operations  and communications?  Your Postmaster General, Louis DeJoy. Recently, he has tried to throw his hands in the air and claim that recent corruption within the service is  ..." out of his control" . 

  One of the easiest  ways to eliminate a problem, is to pretend there isn't one. 

The manner and philosophy in which DeJoy has implemented parts of his "10 Year Plan" is more than unscrupulous. 

Dejoy seems corrupt. Or inept. 

... Or worse, ...completely cognizant of his intentional failure to communicate and advise as  a MAJOR change in the system for compensating rural carriers evolves.  It seems that this failure to communicate  has come either through ineptitude or blatant purposeful suppression of the information required to adapt to such changes.

The RRECS system for evaluating rural mail carrier compensation has been conjured in an effort to eliminate the older , well established system.  The new system ( RRECS) has been implemented, with absolutely no information or training provided.  Many of us believe that this was not ineptitude, but intentional. Postal leadership has decided to keep us in the dark.  

Knowledge is power....especially if you are the only one with that knowledge. 

DeJoy has decided that he will attempt to " dis-empower"  the rural letter carriers of this Nation, by keeping them ignorant..and actually WITHHOLDING vital information.  He has provided NO information about this new system, disseminating only  that  which he perceives will further his agenda. 

Now, what of that agenda?  Is it  to make the U.S. Postal service fiscally viable?  Perhaps , ultimately,  there is an agenda and desire to privatize it?  What will DeJoy's " 10  Year Plan" actually reap...when he exhibits these shady behaviors ? 

His plan , and the manner of it's implementation, will further erode the service and dissolve any remaining faith and confidence in the U.S.P.S. as an employer. 

We, as rural letter carriers and employees of the United States Postal  Service, desire SUCCESS for our employer!  We are PRO POSTAL SERVICE!  Why would we want anything else for the entity that employs us!?   

Dejoy and his method of withholding information to keep us powerless,.... will leave long lasting metaphorically visible scars throughout the craft.  He has sowed a terrible seed of mistrust amongst his employees. This mistrust will weigh heavily on productivity  , and become a destructive force in any effort to fiscal viability.  Does DeJoy understand the value of his employees?

Trust. PM General DeJoy seems to deem it unnecessary or irrelevant.  However, we all know that 'trust' is at the very core of any relationship, ...even your relationship with your employer.

After 36 years as an employee of the United States Postal Service.....  they no longer have my trust. 

We  are asking that an investigation into DeJoy's methodology and  implementation of the RRECS system of rural letter carrier compensation be made,  and an attempt to re-establish TRUST be initiated. Though severe damage has been done,   it can be repaired....but time is of the essence. The weakest union in the U.S.P.S. has filed a level 4 grievance , which needs to be addressed AND RESOLVED immediately .  Further delay will deepen the scars DeJoy has marred on those under his employ. Prompt action is needed.   Though the USPS  is a pseudo private corporation, it is your congressional right to control it.  The Postal Service has become like a 4th branch of the U.S. Government, complete with it's own police force!....  only there seems to be no checks and balances. The U.S. Constitution has laid this task squarely in the hands  of our trusted Congress. 

  " When the Constitution was ratified in 1789, the Postal Clause in Article I, Section 8 gave Congress the power "To establish Post Offices and post Roads" and “To make all Laws which shall be necessary and proper” for executing this task." 

Thank you for your efforts, and thank you for your service to our country.  I know your job isn't easy.

Sincerely,

 

The Knife With the Jagged Edges

 

They all are smilin' at you 

as you walk into the room 

  and compliment your posture as 

you stride 

You didn't feel it coming 

when  it stuck you inside

  as you pulled it out you felt the Jagged Edges. 

Wincing pain and misery

  Look around so you can see 

who stuck the knife so cleverly 

inside.

The one with the Jagged Edges.

The one that slit your sides so easily and was so hard 

to pull out.

Feel it tug at your skin. 

Barbs that tear and rip. 

Look around and see no startled faces.

Look again and see no guilty eyes. 

        Only smiling re-assuring ones. 

And think who's hands once held these Jagged Edges. 

Who?

Horungen

 

 

                                        https://youtu.be/oLEf7-Ma0kM

Have you ever been mistreated by a governmental entity?  Perhaps the DMV?  The Post Office? Your local law enforcement officer? The IRS?  

It can baffle the mind how these agencies and those under their employ can  survive  knowing the way they treat each other and the general public. 

Sometimes, I get confused...and I forget.  

They are not real businesses.

 They are ....  '  bastard ' .....businesses.

 Born out of wedlock and without  the true functioning spirit of  entrepreneurialism . 

A man has an business idea!  After a well planned courtship... and after painstakingly pondering it's potential for financial success, he begins to fall in love with it.  A decision MUST BE MADE!   Does he let it go and settle for an ugly maiden?  NO!!  

HE MARRIES IT!    promising to himself that he will do whatever it takes to make it succeed. 

     

                        His idea !   " HIS "....beautiful , wonderful IDEA!  

 Immaculately  conceived  ..then gestated.... birthed ...nurtured. and grown ...and given  the loving ardor it takes to make it successful.  He knows that the next 30 years of his life , though formidable, ....will be spent in  loving dedication to the one he loves.

 

Someday! Some...day!   .....if their marriage proves to be on solid ground, he may propagate. 

He will reflect  upon his creation with a sense of pride...and revel in it's success.  His little entrepreneurial endeavor becomes much like a son, or daughter...and he has  love and pride in his creation!  

None of this exists with a governmental agency.

It is a place without a soul, often filled with mental misfits that  fill the void. 

These bastard businesses are often born after crazy wild nights of loveless sex. 

Whomever thought to risk engaging in this risky sexual behavior, knows even while he is spewing loveless shots of ejaculate into it...that he will NEVER  be the nurturing parent. His ugly  retarded bastard son will actually survive more than the typical  year or two . 

He has breathed life into an eternal entity carrying the mark of the beast. 

Not worried though.

 When his bastard son with it's  strange and dastardly ways begins to grow and require  some special needs..... or when it's appetite becomes insatiable and it demands  more food and care  than his adoptive parents can provide .....there's always food stamps to get them through.

 He has accepted that his  satanic insatiable illegitimate child is a Beelzebub  . It  will consume souls.

And it will  most likely live for an eternity! 

But that's ok....others will be doing the parenting.

DONT BE FOOLED BY THESE GOVERNMENTAL AGENCIES!. 

Remember...they are NOT REAL BUSINESSES! 

Blind without the drive required for valuable  foresight,... and VOID of  the determined  spirit and loving  passion of entrepreneurialism,... they see  no need to please those under their employ... or even to please their customers!  

Every business failure will be met with subsidy.

Every employee an irrelevant replaceable drone which  can be treated with careless disregard. 

Every customer  unearned, unimportant, and often unwanted!

 

Glue the Hoof Hoppah's

 So...your feet are fat. Super double wides with a hint of toe-nail fungus? You just bought two new pairs of $190 shoes to satisfy your bossman....and the twenty-five miles a day of toiled trudgery you put on them at work...has your ape-sized hooves busting the seams?!

SOLUTION:. 3M's 5200 Marine Adhesive!

Now, don't cheap out on some Walmart brand bathroom caulk! You gotta get the good stuff. Then...go back to work in dem hunnet niney dollah hoof-hoppahs! You may meet some ridicule...but that's ok. Maybe they will focus on your shoes instead of your zombie personality or your lax work ethic