I have a wicked cold today. If it wasn't for the spell-check, this post would be unreadable. I have the heat all the way up to 68 degF, I'm wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt, I'm draped in a heavy quilt and I've got a heating pad.
Anyway, if you want to stoke your outrage, go read this story about how AIG, despite taking nearly $200 billion in our money to stay afloat (with no assurance that they won't need another hundred billion or three), is handing out big bonuses to its people.
I've worked for companies that did well and ones that did not, and ones that did both. If they were doing well, they handed out bonuses. If they didn't, they didn't hand anything out. There was an old Army armor commercial along this line that said: "If the tank wins, you win."
This tank lost. The bonuses for their top executives should be limited to a choice of whether, on their last day, they want a freshly-boiled rope or five rounds of .308 hollowpoints.
But if you want a story about overcomng adversity, then read this one.
Or go watch this slideshow on the Concorde.
I'm done for now. So please, visit the other blogs on the blogrolls and don't forget to tip the waitresses and bartenders.
Jamaican Me Crazy
2 hours ago
3 comments:
I was in a pretty good mood this morning when I fired up the ol' intertubz. The NYT version of this was one of the first things I read.
Bad. Decision.
And of course AIG is dragging out that rotten fish, "How can we expect to attract and keep top talent if we don't pay them a substantial portion of the GDP?"
Fuck 'em. Castration with paving bricks would be too kind a bonus for what that "top talent" has delivered.
Feel better soon, EB. I get around to a lot of websites, but the surfing just isn't the same without your invective sprinkled in there.
I hope you feel better soon, Comrade!
The AIG stuff is enough to make us all sick!
I hope you're feeling better now.
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