From the arkives, around 1994. I emailed this out to friends when I left a real crap-ass job
I gave notice at on Monday.
There’s a 50-foot high shit-tide that’s going to come sweeping through here in the next few months, and some will lose more than just their jobs. Some will have their spines ripped out, ground into a fine powder, and cast upon the winds. But I’ll be sitting high atop a distant shore. Laughing.
And the far off screams of over-educated swine gasping for air, as they get sucked down and under the soupy brown scumpuddle, will make the laughter all the more satisfying.
So it shall be written, so it shall be done.