Years ago I worked in Engineering Procurement for the re-integrating Bell system. A lot of our engineers had accumulated a LOT of vacation — so much so that at least one was gone from before Thanksgiving until the beginning of the New Year. It was OK, though. We were often under the gun to provide material in impossibly short time periods EXCEPT….I had one supervisor sigh patiently when I went to her with a procurement problem once; she said to me, “It’s Friday afternoon after 2 o’clock. Nobody CARES.” She was right. Basically, weren’t nuthin’ gonna happen anyway, so just chill. And BOY was that true from before Thanksgiving to the new year. People were either out-of=their-minds crazy to get stuff or they just disappeared. Mostly just disappeared.
Well, character does count. We’re at least two generations into believing that our individual comfort is paramount; that we have all rights and no responsibilities; that we are exempt from consequences for our actions; and that the adoration of self is the proper occupation of the species (am I the only one sick of all the commercials with people stroking various products on themselves then lovingly gazing at their skin?) No “character” evident anywhere in the most prominent features of our culture.
The good news is he’s such a liar that it has taken virtually zero time for his supporters to begin to feel the effects, for whatever that’s worth. And yes, he definitely thinks that a grievous wrong has been cosmically righted and that he is in his rightful place — King of the World (annex Canada, take over Greenland, tax the rest of the world??!?). The noise of the explosion when his dream world pops will be in proportion to how much he’s super-inflated himself.
The little village I grew up in was mostly a post-WWII development still lacking many amenities when we were there. We had shallow drainage ditches in the parkways that were crossed by driveways, making a hilly terrain when it snowed. We got a lot of snow back then. Two years in a row I took my sled and “went to Antarctica” — i.e, dragged my sled the length of the entire block through those snow-filled ditches, up and over the driveways, and back down into the ditches. It was a fairly long block and quite an accomplishment for a 10-yo girl. After those two years, like Jackie Paper, I no longer “went to Antarctica”. I read recently that one of the village improvements instituted since we moved away was that they filled in the ditches. sigh.
Years ago I worked in Engineering Procurement for the re-integrating Bell system. A lot of our engineers had accumulated a LOT of vacation — so much so that at least one was gone from before Thanksgiving until the beginning of the New Year. It was OK, though. We were often under the gun to provide material in impossibly short time periods EXCEPT….I had one supervisor sigh patiently when I went to her with a procurement problem once; she said to me, “It’s Friday afternoon after 2 o’clock. Nobody CARES.” She was right. Basically, weren’t nuthin’ gonna happen anyway, so just chill. And BOY was that true from before Thanksgiving to the new year. People were either out-of=their-minds crazy to get stuff or they just disappeared. Mostly just disappeared.