Originally Posted by buzzpat

Nothing to see here.

Ferd and Buzz are the brothers who always fought during their childhood. Then, Ferd became a fighter pilot while Buzz was relegated to hauling rubber dog **** out of Hong Kong (which, by the way, is an incredibly great gig, but, shhhh, don't tell Ferd). Like brothers do, Buzz, the elder but not the smarter, is apologizing to brother Ferd through diplomatic channels. Hopefully, Ferd, being the statesman that he is, will accept the olive branch and allow Buzz to once again gain access to the insane beer and brothels of Ferd's present reality.

The moral of the story is this: in the end, its not worth a flying conudle what's happening in Wisconsin (although it is the home of Buzz's beloved Packers and that, in and of itself, is worth mentioning). What really matters is how warring brothers from different tribes adopt the same head dress and woolen garments and, concurrently, are willing to undergo "best practices" to launch aluminum cylinders into the spaces shouting "widget" as they go. THAT's what matters most. Especially, when "scheduling calls."

Alas, but what are we? We are Devo. Oopps, no, that's a different line. Sorry. Ferd, my brother in aluminum, I apologize. I was trying to put NERD in the cross hairs and I missed...No, that's not right either. NERD, I apologize to you as well.

Seriously, I was simply trying to make a point about unions, public v. private. I'm sorry guys. Sometimes my inner Ann Coulter festers like a bed bug at the Roosevelt. Apologies are also in order to New...but you still owe me a beer.

Go Pack!
Humbly,
Buzz