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Thursday, April 12, 2012
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Rebekah Rimington,
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Letters from the Editor - Occupy Wall Street
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I’ve heard about these Occupy Wall Street protesters mulling around the streets of New York. I say I’ve heard because I have not personally seen them since I commute via helicopter.
Supposedly they are upset because they can’t find a job. I guess they’re not looking very hard. I find it hard to have sympathy for these unemployed people when I’ve always found it easy to find a job.
What’s my secret, you ask? I just ask my father. It’s very simple. In fact, you only need six words to get a job.
“Dad, can I have a job?”
If you add a seventh word, “please,” he will even let you pick what type of job you want to do. One time I forgot to say “please,” and he made me owner of the Cleveland Indians.
Man, what a lousy job.
I’ve heard about these Occupy Wall Street protesters mulling around the streets of New York. I say I’ve heard because I have not personally seen them since I commute via helicopter.
Supposedly they are upset because they can’t find a job. I guess they’re not looking very hard. I find it hard to have sympathy for these unemployed people when I’ve always found it easy to find a job.
What’s my secret, you ask? I just ask my father. It’s very simple. In fact, you only need six words to get a job.
“Dad, can I have a job?”
If you add a seventh word, “please,” he will even let you pick what type of job you want to do. One time I forgot to say “please,” and he made me owner of the Cleveland Indians.
Man, what a lousy job.
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Cleveland Indians,
Commentary,
Dick Cashman,
Occupy Wall Street,
OWS,
The Fake News,
WTFN
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