December 23, 2016
Dear Everyone:
After all my hard work, getting those gifts made, wrapped and shipped on
time, the
Grinch stepped in, masquerading as an employee at the Very Large
Office Supply Warehouse Store, and mixed up the packages.
Snot!
The North
Carolina package showed up in
Portland,
Oregon. The
New York package
arrived in Arizona.
Simply put: the
West Coast boxes went to the
East Coast and vise-versa.
My first clue was when I got a text message from my friend in Portland,
asking why she got such a “ginormous” box.
When she opened it, she realized that it was filled with presents
for “Frankie”, “Frankie’s” husband and children, with in-laws, and
“Frankie’s” grandchildren.
My friend (bless her!) offered to take the big box to the shipping
company and paid over $68 to send it on to North Carolina.
In the meantime, “Richard” got “Alice’s” box.
So to those friends and family members who jumped in to help, thank you
VERY much! And if this
Christmas dawns with no presents under the tree, they may well be
sitting on a wood pile somewhere in
New England.
Sorry about that.
But this is hardly the End of the World.
No one is dropping bombs on our heads like in
Syria.
This could be worse.
Just consider Donny
the Trumpet, self-proclaimed King of
Tweets, whose
Nuclear
Policy appears to be “shoot first and make up excuses later.”
Donny and his
Trumpettes, also known as his Billionaire Boys Club.
Or, as some people call it, the President-Elect’s nominated
Cabinet. He did allow a
couple of girls in, but only because they come from Old Money; plus one
Token “Impoverished”
neurosurgeon who also happens to be a Minority, thus killing two
birds with one nomination.
Seriously, who does Donny think he’s kidding?
This isn’t “Draining The Swamp”.
It’s giving him the opportunity to lord it over all those wealthy
people who looked down their collective noses at his pitiful little
nouveau riche “empire”.
And then there’s the neurosurgeon who considered himself “qualified” to
be President, but not “qualified” to be at Donny’s beck and call.
Until he was. No, not
Surgeon General, a post that might actually make sense.
Instead he’s going to be in charge of
Housing and Urban Development.
It reminds me of a grocery store bagger who put sliced cheese
together in the same bag with facial tissues because they both came in
“square” packages.
Remember when the Shrub in the White House (George
W. Bush) eviscerated the
Consumer Product Safety Commission?
The Shrub’s last year in office became known as “The Year of the
Recall” as
children’s toys made with lead-based paint came
flooding into the United States, Canada and Europe.
Likewise semi-poisoned pet foods, toothpaste and lipstick.
Companies like
Mattel and
Disney
announced their own “Product Safety Reviews” to avoid a potential
avalanche of liability lawsuits.
I have a feeling we “ain’t seen nothing yet”.
Next week is the last week of the Year and will be busy with Holiday
Stuff, so I don’t expect to write a Letter, unless Donny pulls a
particularly large buffalo out of his hair.
So everyone have a very
Merry Christmas and a Safe and Happy
New Year.
Love, as always,
Pete
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