Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, and other Blogen-servations
by Jeff RosenbergThe televisions in my office are not working, and have not been working for a week. Comcast, striving to achieve its benchmarks of incompetency, has missed one appointment, cancelled a second, and now says a technician can’t be here until next Tuesday. Devoid of a working TV, I am seriously thinking of shutting down my business.
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My daughter literally said to me: “It’s my body and I can do what I want. I’m fifteen.” (She was talking about a second earring piercing.)
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I am a single dad once again, this time, thankfully, just for three days. I’ve already managed to leave the freezer door cracked overnight so everything could defrost.
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But, no matter what, I am having a better day than Martha Coakley, the single worst politician in the history of Massachusetts since Thomas Hutchinson, the last Royal Governor of Massachusetts who was so hated by his countrymen that he had to flee America and live his last days in Britain.
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And finally, free job hunting advice: if you held any paid position in the Coakley campaign, no matter how small the job, do not put it on your resume.