Say you woke up to a literally freezing California morning. (Yes, someone who was trained by her first 19 years in Chicagoland can become wimped in Cali.) You had a great turkey day, despite the fact that the brother did have a severe crit on the roasted balsamic cranberry sauce. (Next year it will be bring your own can, for him)
Why would anyone want to venture out to buy a gigantic TV screen when it is almost guaranteed that it will be filled with Someone with a large orange squiggle atop small cranial reserves?
I’ve been very frustrated about Someone who is still taking up media space (well, I guess I am typing into the whitespace here.) and needs to feel real economic hurt. He owns stuff. Hotels most especially. I can’t find one in my own geographic area to physically picket, so I am stuck with keyboard brigade stuff.
This morning I sent an email to the Someone International Hotel and Tower in New York (where, no doubt, thousands of Muslims are having a tailgate party celebrating every failed turkey in this country, shouting “Death to Your Pumpkin Pies!”)
It went thus:
“I feel bad for all the employees that have to spend their holidays working in a place owned by a person who represents the worst of America.”
Pretty tame, but you have to consider hapless employees.
No reply yet, but I did note the email was sent unsecured. (A security lapse!)
Anyway if you are so disposed, there are so many places where you can contact places of Someone. (Czech-out poll below). If you are in the right geographic place, you might leave part of yesterday’s meal—processed turkey could start a movement. If you got too drunk, you know where to vom It.