I had an excellent boss, a very good one above him, and a decent one above him. Next came Loony Toons, who would do stuff like scan the internet records of every employee in the billion-dollar company looking for weather.com. If he found it, a stern rebuke was to be given to the unlucky soul who dared to check the forecast while at work.

I could list at least twenty-five more incidents that prove that this executive couldn't land a job as a box stacker at any company but his family's.

In my case, it was in the midst of an ice storm, and I wanted to know the prospects for making it home on my 25-mile drive.

When I was downsized, I laid into that fruitcake with both barrels. I know I'll never work for that self-righteous, pseudo-religious family-owned again, but it felt good, it didn't affect my finding another job, and maybe, just maybe, it will help the rest of the family grow cojones and pay that idiot to stay away.

And as an ex-employee who was unceremoniously downsized, may I say how good it feels to get "Little Doobie" back out there where Google can find it. The self-righteous tards would like nothing better than to have that ugly little incident forgotten. ;-)

Please mod up and help my cause?

But I'm assuming that sooner of later the asshats will win. Ergo, I'm stocking up hard on Russian-bought music and movies. If it all came to a halt tomorrow, I have two very nice collections. I'll never go see another film in a theater, though, or rent a DVD. And the last music nickel the RIAA made off of me was circa 2005.