Direct action: return credit card solicitation envelopes with two shims and your rejection because fuck those well-heeled parasites. Also: one-third of bank employees is paid so little and requires public assistance to make ends meet.
The food pantry was shopping for freezers and I volunteered to do the footwork. At the same time, putting weight on my right leg at all became painful, so my new theme song has been anything in my vocal range with all lyrics replaced by breathy, “Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.” It sounds remarkably festive and smutty with Christmas carols, but my claim to fame is belting out Wham! hits in hardware aisles all across Central Jersey. Tonight, I turned in my shopping results and put my feet up.
During our Christmas Day Walkabout, Pete photographed this ruin and walked home with me.
I’m almost ready for my next act.
Finally, some real fight from the Obama camp.
Too bad it took four years.
I hesitate to quote from the New York Times, the jealous-boyfriend-who-hates-your-besties of newspapers. Ignore it and the Times sends you email about taking it back. Quote it on your blog and the Times threatens you. Well, New York Times: two can play that game. Ead-re the rticle-ay.
Note the tentative language. We’re not talking about egregious labor violations, unsafe working conditions, paycheck theft and extortion; we’re talking about student complaints. Isn’t it charming the State Department took the time to listen? Yes, it’s so charming. As we know, students get riled and have complaints about nothing all the time.
Please hold and our next available representative will be with you shortly.
Complaints Department. How can I help you?
In America, this crap happens all the time, mostly to the working poor. The mistake these companies made was in assuming educated, middle class people would tolerate the same treatment. That the State Department stepped in may be the best reason for hope – about anything – in a long time. I’m shocked it happened. And even though we’re suffering through disgusting finals – the week I call When Freshmen Forget How To Flush – I’m hoping students complain some more.
Poor Impulse Control 