An Open Letter to Mac and Cheese

Dear Mac and Cheese,

I get you're both turkeys; I get you're both one day away from being eaten as part of a national festival – and this must be a tough time for you and your kind – but you're in the White House, in front of the First Family; try showing a little class. At least respect the part you play in this pardoning ceremony, an important and historic American tradition involving the President of the United States a fake pardon, and some live turkeys. Then again, over the years turkeys have allowed their name to become an insult meaning idiotic dolt, so I guess you came up short the “good role mode department.” 
 
Nevertheless, stretch yourself (but don't try to fly, no matter how much someone swears to you that turkeys can fly). Rise to the occasion (again, no flying, look for WKRP on Netflix).

Act like being saved from a terrible and delicious fate by the President of the United States matters to you. Flap your wings and gobble like you deserve to be pardoned and not ground up in a Sarah Palin video. And don't bob your head up and down during televised, public events. Benjamin Franklin wanted to make you the national bird for god's sake! Act like it. You stupid birds.

UPDATE

I want to take a moment an apologize for judging Mac and Cheese at the annual White House turkey pardoning ceremony.

When I first posted, I reacted to an online video and quickly judged two young turkeys in a way that I would never have wanted to be judged myself, if were an inbred oversized chicken facing the chopping block. After many, many hours of eating, spending time with family, eating some more, and re-reading my words online, I can see more clearly how hurtful my words were to the two brainless and flightless fowl.

Mac, Cheese – please know that these feelings about how grateful turkeys should be for the part they play in Thanksgiving truly have no pace in my heart (my stomach is another matter). In retrospect, being caged, fattened up, plucked, stuffed, basted, roasted and eaten is probably not a whole lot of fun. Furthermore, I’d like to apologize to all of those turkeys who I have hurt and offended with my words (those who survived last Thursday, at any rate) and pledge to learn and grow (and I assure you I have, although much of that growth was also due to the stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pie, delicious pie) from this experience. Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Cows

Lose Yourself

Nom nom nom.....oh noe

Bo Knows Christmas!

Must We Lower Entitlements Expectations for Corporate Executives?

Oh Noes! fixed Lloyd Blankfein's comments for him

A: You’re going to have to undoubtedly do something to lower wealthy people’s expectations — the entitlements and what rich people think that they’re going to get, because it’s not going to — they’re not going to get it.

Q: The private jets, the limousines, the golden parachutes?

A: You can look at history of these things, and public trading wasn’t devised to be a system that allowed executives to enrich themselves at the expense of the shareholder for 25 years... so there will be things that, you know, the compensation system has to be changed, maybe some of the benefits have to be affected, maybe some of the bonsues eliminated. But in general, management's perceived entitlements have to be slowed down and contained.

Q: Because we can’t afford them going forward?

A: Because we can’t afford them.

I Got a Binder, Got a Binder full of Women

I got a binder, got a binder full of women
Don’t know what’s real in lies I’m swimming 
oh oh oh oh
Do what you want but you're never gonna make me
Tell the truth you’re never gonna shake me oh, oh oh oh

Take me away, from this crazy race
I need to escape, get back to Bain
Take me away to better days
Take me away, when I made it rain