With all the talk from the FFS, Felonious Fecal Stain, about his ongoing and all-consuming effort in reinventing/deconstructing/privatizing government, it was only a matter of time before that perennial whipping boy, the United States Postal Service (USPS), bubbled to the surface.
Of course, the Mango Mussolini's been busy renaming the Gulf of White Guy Persecution, making English the 'official' language of the United States (when we all know MONEY is the only language here in the Land of the Round Door Knobs), and bringing down the cost of eggs and all manner of groceries.
Let's face it: USPS is a money-loser, but in fairness, it has help. In essence, USPS is a pioneer as no other enterprise anywhere on the planet funds, in advance, its employees' pensions (before they've earned them or contributed to them). Benjamin Franklin would be so proud- or not.
Admittedly, the Post Office can't compete with the likes of the late and lamented Sears Modern Home Program.
BUT, and it's a big BUT for a reason, tell you what would make Ben Bust His Buttons (attention grunge rockers! That name would be perfect for your band). Did you know that at one time, right here in these United States, you could mail children? And I don't mean pictures of children or clothing for children; I mean small humans.
Perhaps that's what inspired Christopher Clark, in New London, Connecticut, to make a little postal history of his own (not that he's going to be remembered on a stamp or anything). I'm sort of stumped by what he needed the brass knuckles for, unless it was to ask less than nicely for overdue postage.
Somewhere, Mr. Zip weeps.
-bill kenny
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