Exercise in Futility
 

Cast my on-line vote today for the Board of Directors. Easy; takes three minutes.

The site says your control number "....is in a shaded bar..." (Sounds like Key West), but no such deal on my card. It's a 15-digit number, middle of the page; right side.

Your voting card came with the invitation to the annual meeting of shareholders, and the 2013 SEC 10-K / Annual report.

In them, I learned that Smilin' Jeff earned a total compensation of $8.1 million; he holds over 460,000 shares of common stock. Of note, he took a pay cut in 2013. Two years ago, it was $14.7 million.

Pete McDonald made $3 million.

The ballot asks you to approve the BOD, and approve Executive compensation schemes. It states their compensation is tied to their performance.

Vote Accordingly.

I voted this morning, just as I do every morning right after coffee.

And just as I do every time I am asked to look the other way when something needs to be written up and Marv wants to take it to the poor slobs in OMA. Just as I do every time my meal, hotel or transp is dicked up. Just as I do every time my phone rings and someone needs a favor to cover up for negligence and or incompetence. Just as I do every time someone in a fancy jacket is rushing us in the cockpit or trying to re-write the FOM, usurp the Captains authority or dick around with a Jump seater. Just as I do every time I get on a stifling hot airplane 30 mins before departure, or a freezing cold one in winter.

Keep up the good work jeff and I will too.


Deuce sent.