Thread regarding L-3 Communications Holdings Inc. layoffs

I don't know what made me think of a book published around 1980, except that I could use a little humor and that title makes me laugh. Especially right now. I can't decide: Are we Madisonites a "Confederacy of Dunces" for continuing to work in a state of stasis regarding our status or are the MADmen of Mississippi and their bossmen in Texas a "Confederacy of Dunces" for their continued non communication to us? Or, when whey they "communicate" something, it is so disingenuous, that I can only see the bubble above their head that reads: "Bullshitter!" "Big Ass Enormous Bullshitter!" Anyway, back to something more pleasant: Mr. Toole's book takes place in New Orleans and its protagonist, one Ignatius J. Reilly is described thusly by the reviewer for the Chicago Sun Times: "...huge, obese, fractious, fastidious, a latter-day Gargantua, a Don Quixote of the French Quarter. His story bursts with wholly original characters, denizens of New Orleans' lower depths, incredibly true-to-life dialogue, and the zaniest series of high and low comic adventures." Who couldn't use a Gargantua or a Don Quixote about now? I know I could. I'd like mine with a twist, please. Who couldn't use a high and/or low comic adventure? I know I could. You can just add that twist to a premium vodka, honey chile! Nothing's too good for this girl. On the other hand, if reading isn't your bliss, but your poor pounded being could use a diversion that would stimulate a different part of your medulla oblongata; if you've worn yourself ragged and are panting at only Thirty Shades of Gray and/or you've seen enough Vin Diesel to last until, well, the next Fast and Furious movie, then do yourself a favor and rent, "Network." Academy Award winning screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky (circa 1976). The movie was supposed to be an absurdist, satirical look at Corporate Television and the lengths to which they would go for ratings. Best not to go too far down that road tonight. For my co-workers and favorite turtle doves, if this doesn't quite ring a bell, think of this phrase, which made the movie: "I am mad as hell and I am not going to take it anymore." I wish that I could get every MADisonite who is not too happy with the current state of our affairs to stand up in their beige cubicle and say this, I wish we could make it our screensaver, I'd like to wrestle the PA system away from H or W and start every day with it. However, we can't. We work in the state with the highest unemployment rate. Many of us are under-degreed or over aged or somehow not considered "prime." (And, by many of us, I mean I!) Thus, it is not advisable for most people to do anything other than show up and do their job. What we can do, is this: when we see each other's sense of humor roaming lonely and blindly about the building, we can send it home to its owner. We can update our resumes. We can still ask the questions (tilt at the darn windmill) every chance we get. I will NEVER stop asking. Ever. I guess I'd better end this, as I seem to be somewhat stuck in the 70s...before you know it, I am going to end every sentence with, "man," or "far out." Hey, I will say this: to the cats who left the building last week, "peace out!." LOL! SJWH