Dear Maoists:
 
Love your responses.  How many lefties have successful talk programs?  The answer is none.  How many win elections in Minnesota?  The answer is they can’t even make it through a primary!  So you folks are reduced to replying to posts here. 
 
I not only post but I’ve got this really large megaphone called a radio show.  If you want to take my microphone away you’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands! 
 
Speaking of the N-R-A, several people I worked with at the Postal Service could’ve used the safety training.  Instruction includes exercises on how to cool down.  Glad I take a breather from time to time.  It’s allowed me to remain among the calm while I waited 2 weeks for a “lost” paycheck.  It’s what I was told although I wasn’t told where it was lost or how it got lost.  The folks back at the old P.O. also told a member of the House of Representatives I already had possession of the check even before it was mailed my way.
 
Wherever my way happens to be.  You see I’m told I don’t have an address here.  Or I did but now I don’t.  Six days ago I walked into the Millsboro Post Office and gave the folks my location and was handed keys for the new box at the end of my road.  Almost one week later and still the box won’t open.  Yesterday I went back to the Post Office and was told it couldn’t be anything serious, however.  The last tenant is still getting mail at the box.
 
Last night they key didn’t work.  This morning it was time to telephone the Millsboro Post Office.  Some fellow, he sounded like an extra from The Sopranos, got on the line and explained he was trying to help me.  It seems the lock was changed last Friday but while I was out of town Saturday it was changed again because the old tenant complained.  Uncle Junior says I can’t have the address because she still lives in my building.  Yes, but she lives in another part of the building.  He then suggested I telephone 9-1-1.  Yeah, I’m about to.  The cardiac pain can’t be far away.  Since when do you move and get to keep your old address? 
 
After spending 20 minutes on the telephone with no solution I walked outside to find some mail on the picnic table.  The old tenant left it with a note explaining I’ve got the wrong box and need to call the local P.O.  The two letters were damp.  Not sure if it rained last night but my mail was as limp as a pair of old, used sweat socks.  The pile included a check from the P.O. back home.  A wet check.  Which I’m mailing back to my bank.  Wondering how long it’ll take to get there? 
 
Years ago I knew a talk host named Cornelius O’Leary.  Really, I did.  Corny was doing his show and complaining that a pair of new glasses hadn’t arrived in the mail and said the glasses were overdue.  A friend shared a story about all of this.  He was working at a postal sorting center and with his colleagues that night was listening to Corny’s show.  One suddenly looked down and saw a package for Mr. O’Leary.  The mailman picked it up and dropped it in a bag for shipment to Hawaii.  When it came back it was sent to Hawaii a second time.  Corny got his glasses about one month later. 
 
This is what we’re dealing with.  Entrenched workers protected by a bureaucracy that always has an excuse and looks to shift blame.  Government managers and labor racketeers working in concert handling our commerce and communication. 
 
George W. Bush says he wants to emulate Ronald Reagan?  Here’s a suggestion Mr. President, clean out the chaff. 

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