LET ME MAKE SOMETHING abundantly clear: I am not now, nor have I ever been, a threat to society. In person, I am mild-mannered and gentle. I am not crazy; in fact, I am quite sane. Yet because of the last post someone has been dispatched to my house to retrieve my security card for the aforementioned corp., as if I was planning to go twenty miles within it’s vicinity! Much less do something stupid with it! Please! Let me repeat: I am not crazy–that card will NEVER be used by me again, and it will be turned in post-haste! Tomorrow morning! Additionally, I have been threatened with a LAWSUIT. For what? For saying I found someone detestable? For saying I thought their company was nowhere? What if I was a Wall St. analyst and I said I thought a certain stock wouldn’t do well–is that slander? I did not threaten to give away any company “secrets”–I don’t know any! I had a bad experience with a temp job, and decided to write about it! I’M A WRITER. Is that a crime? I never signed a disclosure agreement, like those folk over at Amazon (I worked there their first year, btw) . . . until I figure this out, let me tell you what I will do–I will make the names of the last post fake. And then I’m going to write the whole story and find someone to publish it who has heard of a little something called FREE SPEECH (presently tenuous in America; thus, the point). I will research the law. I will contact ACLU. And if I have to work at fucking LABORREADY for minimum wage like I did five years ago pushing shovels around I will do it. Because big-ass corporations who bully around the little guy just because they SAY something they don’t like can kiss my ass. Goliath, hear me roar . . . with my PEN, Big Guy, with MY PEN . . .