Jeff,
I understand you frustration, I'm with you, but I do not think screaming about lawsuites will do much right now. What we need to do is put the pieces of this puzzle together for ourselves. The powers that be should take care of the improprieties that took place, and if they don't, if we've done our homework, then we may be able to have some recourse. As I stated before, get a fine toothed comb and go through those S-8's. Track down every single fucking lead that blows by you in the breeze. Dig, dig, dig, pretend you are a little kid looking for worms to go fishing with, even if you are living in the desert. Are you going to give up if you know the fish are hitting. No way. Cast a line out there, jig that bit, and when you get strike, set the hook, but not to hard, you don't want to lose that big boy on the end. Maybe you'll get a Huttoe if you are lucky. You may have to use corn meal to get that bastard. I heard he's a sucker (you know, one of the slimy fuckers with big lips and a bald head) that feeds on the bottom, so you gotta cast out there and be patient. Bring a few beers and a joint or two, it may take awhile. For myself, I few jolly ranchers and some cool spring water over the hours should work. Just amusing myself on this quiet evening. Back to work I go, studying the intricacies of the mind. It's a nutty place to probe continually.
Nutcracker |
