One of these days I am going pull a Jay and Silent Bob and go to all these wishy wash "I am offended" peoples' houses and beat the hell out of them.
I am going to go beat my head against a cinder block now.
WIENER OF THE DAY! July 6, 2002!
Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion. For instance, let's say you're an astronaut on the moon and you fear that your partner has been turned into Dracula. The next time he goes out for the moon pieces, wham!, you just slam the door behind him and blast off. He might call you on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you just say, "Think again, bat man."
As usual, I side with labor over management. And I am one of many hardy cityboys who slogged through crapass weather and rush hour traffic to get to work. From the Port Authority. To my office. In Gramercy. With luggage. But...