Last week I had the interesting experience of watching a plumber unblock a clogged toilet.
I will spare you of the nitty-gritty, but suffice it to say that it is surely a calling.
The plumber, a cheerful elderly gentleman named Omollo, informed me that he had been a plumber since 1974, and had fed and educated his children with his craft. As a matter of fact, his sons are also practitioners.
1974. Do the math, you innumerate cretins!
Watching him work, surrounded by the solid evidence and powerful aroma digested remnants of several days of meals, it suddenly struck me that his work closely parallels that of the Presidential Communications Unit.
- Your main work is handling the shit produced by the administration
- The hoi polloi do not wish to have do deal with such shit
- Sometimes the rate at which the shit is produced is greater than the rate at which you can deal with it
- When (3) above occurs, shit ends up everywhere
- The hoi polloi is even more upset when (4) above happens
- Most people do not actually want to deal with abrupt exposure to even more shit
- It is truly a special breed of people who are willing to deal with shit on a daily basis
Still, I must commend the gallant folks who work for this outfit. I for one would be totally unable to disseminate some of the things they disseminate with a straight face. And go home to enjoy a good night’s sleep.
