But, anyway, that\u2019s stupid. There\u2019s no stopping progress, and I\u2019d never get elected anyway because I\u2019m not an immortal vampire lizard with more money than sense. <\/p>\n
This is all probably part of my current desire to escape my dreadful day job. A topic that has become the theme of all of my whining conversations these last few weeks. The job that\u2019s easy as balls and only requires me to show up for three days a week and, yet, just feels so wrong on this weird sort of spiritual level. Those three days a week burning into my soul in a way that just makes me want to lash out and steal all the office supplies. My friends all say I\u2019m looking a gifthorse in the mouth. All jobs are boring and terrible, they say, and mine is a unique little gem \u2013 endless PTO, wonderful benefits, bosses with very low IQs, and my duties? I have to read books all day and tell aged authors (using that word loosely) how to structure their chapters and how not to praise the Nazis too much. <\/p>\n
While our grossly overpaid executive staff lollygag around with backdoor Department of Defense dealings that ultimately led to my organization designing and executing all interrogations with potential terrorists, I\u2019m sitting pretty furthering the even more nefarious secondary agenda of guiding incomprehensible books written by ivory tower academics into the world. All very simple, really. If my brain would just stop vomiting all over itself long enough. <\/p>\n
Of course, if my brain does stop vomiting all over itself, it probably means I\u2019m dead. I can\u2019t imagine becoming like my peers \u2013 pushing through the daily grind, seemingly without any sense of hope or beauty. Sometimes I watch them as they fall deeper and deeper into the pit of despair. Their eyes glaze over, their jaws go slack, the manuscript pages flutter from their suddenly limp hands as, word by word, sentence by sentence, their dreams fade and their souls die. <\/p>\n
Oh, I know what they\u2019ll say about me. I know how history will remember me. But I do this for you! For all of you! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I had this crazy dream where I ran for the Montgomery County, MD County Council. Like so many of my dreams (which, usually, are always either about doing household chores or defending a small town in Western Maryland during the …<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/greatsociety.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/2017-07-06-08.38.53-1-300x225.jpg\")
When they do finally die at their posts, I\u2019m totally going to steal all of their \u201cParticipation Matters\/Staff Recognition Day\u201d rubber duckies. That\u2019s the only thing keeping me here these days, I think. I must have all<\/em> the rubber duckies. And then I will put them on the toy trains and ship them to the Lego camps. Choo-choo! I will separate them when they arrive. Female rubber duckies in one direction, males in the other. Rubber duckies wearing 50s greaser outfits will be lined up against the cattlecars and shot. <\/p>\n