When I was a state employee in SC, I was picked to be an emergency crisis leader for my office. This was shortly after 9/11 when everyone was freaking out about possible follow-up attacks. As leaders, we were to lead people out of our building in to the parking lot - being the first to inhale anthrax, contract smallpox, and/or acquire a social disease (I'll never bring $20 to that alley again). My coworkers could feel safe and secure knowing that a Yankee was leading them to safety... or he'd be among the first die. Huzzah General Lee! Huzzah Jeff Davis...
During training I got to wear an orange sash. It was my proudest accomplishment since the day in kindergarten I got to pick which Letter People song we listened next. (Mr. S, natch...).
My story is to bring up this point...
... has a Bobcat Attack Crisis Team been formed? It's looking like we'll need leaders to tell us that we need to be calm - or in BA terms - "sit the f#$% down."
It could get ugly - incoherent diatribes posted, people mumbling the alma mater to themselves while holding snakes, do-gooders suggesting that adding Western Kentucky to the MAC will allay our fears...
Dear God, I hope the Mullahs have spent the necessary time setting up a B.A.C.T. instead of spending their ad banner riches all willy-nilly across the Dollar Menu.
And if there is a B.A.C.T. assembling right now in the hollowed-out depths of Bong Hill, I pray that Slimmy tha Bobcat is leading them. Slimmy, we need ya!
Last Edited: 3/27/2012 3:53:17 PM by First Street Forever