Let me remind you folks, in lots of other parts of the world, you can’t send your nephew a candy bar, a $5 bill, or a traveller’s check for his birthday, because no matter how many times you try it, it never arrives! It’s an unending source of wonderment among immigrants that Americans dare to send cash, Marzipan fruits or a tiny little bottle of maple syrup through the mail, because in the old country, all of those things would be reliably boosted by a corrupt someoneorother. And let’s not be negative about the junk mail, either people. Somebody buys it, somebody “designs” it, somebody prints it, somebody addresses it and somebody has to use it for kindling. Other than Banking, Insurance, organ harvesting and sex in the public mensroom, it’s about the only part of the economy still turning a profit. So, read your junk mail, and if you still have money, use it to buy the things advertised and tell everybody you buy things from ” I’m only here because of your fascinating advertising media delivered to my household via a bulk rate mail run.” It doesn’t matter whether you got anything from them or not, seriously…most business owners are ‘tards and don’t remember if they are doing direct mail. Tell them you have a coupon and you lost it, you might get discount!  And let me remind you that, even though Pennsylvania is drenched in snow and ice, my mom still got her mail. Because neither sleet nor etc. If I had to pick one bizarrely paramilitary arm of the federal masters, staffed by borderline autistics and weirdos, it wouldn’t be Blackwater. It would be the guys who literally “haul the mail.”

Thank you.