I hear that NASA is accepting applications from wannabe space cadets, and
that if you already are a space cadet after trodding the proper thought
fields, you get first in line.
At 15:54 28.01.2005, Stephen Clarke wrote:
>Subject: Dear Abby
> Date: 19 Jan 2005
> Dear Abby:
> My husband has delusions of grandeur and a long record of money
>problems. He thinks he's a financial wiz-kid, but he's run a bunch
>of businesses into the ground, and he runs up huge credit card bills
>and at the end of the month. If I complain he tells me to relax
>and believe--it's all under control; all we have to do is pay the
>minimum and let our kids worry about the rest. But it's already so bad
>that we can hardly keep up with the interest payments.
> Also he has been so arrogant and abusive toward our neighbors
>that most of them no longer speak to us. The few that do are an odd
>bunch, to whom he has been giving a lot of expensive gifts,
>running up our bills even more.
> Also, he has gotten religion in a big way, although I don't
>quite understand it. One week he hangs out with Catholics and the next
>with people who say the Pope is the Antichrist. And now he has taken
>to parading around in military uniforms and cowboy boots. I hate to
>think what it all means. Finally, the last straw: He's demanding
>that before anyone can be in the same room with him, they must sign a
>loyalty oath. It's just so horribly creepy!
> Can you help?
> Signed, Lost in DC
> Dear Lost:
> Stop whining, Laura. You can divorce the s.o.b. any time you
>want. The rest of us are stuck with him for the next four years.