Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Librarian: Public Enemy No. 1

At the Daily Beast, "Barbara Goldsmith is the bestselling author and historian of five award-winning books." (I don't know who she is, but it looks like she graduated from Wellesley. I had a girlfriend who graduated from there and once I stopped by the college to see what it's like. Have you ever been the only man on the grounds of an all women's college? Just think of the lyrics to "Take It Easy" by The Eagles, except that 9-out-of-10 of the women wanted to stone me; one tried to take me back to her room).

Barbara is upset with New York paparazzi and tabloid journalists for attacking retired librarians as freeloaders living it up at taxpayer expense. For example, reporters ambushed Priscilla Southon, 40 years in Human Resources and receiving a $180,000 retirement pension, "as she trudged home carrying three shopping bags, one from Grace’s Market and two others containing toilet paper..." Yeah, it's horrible that this happened, but thank God she had the toilet paper or else The Post might say, "Librarians Wipe Asses with Your $$."

Barbara goes on to show that $180,000 doesn't buy much in New York. "When asked Ms. Conwell told me that at last she has the time and money to study Spanish, attend art classes and occasionally go to the theater."

Man, that sucks. I'd like to think that if I was retired on $180,000, that I'd be in Hawaii for three weeks a year and hitting the AVN Expo in Las Vegas every January.

Although you can't really tell from her reserved demeanor, Barbara is pissed about how the The Post has been treating these librarians, who retired with pretty meaty pensions of more than $180,000. (I know I'm not getting near that when I retire. What am I saying? I'm going to drop dead at work from a brain aneurysm.)

When the librarians are compared to New York Yankees who get no tax-supported pensions, Barbara actually tries to reason with the critic, stating how each librarian is a defender of intellectual freedom, blah, blah, blah.

You know what Barbara, these are New Yorkers, so respond like a New Yorker and say, "Fuckyouyoufuckingfuck-whothefuckdoyouthinkyouare?-youfuckingjerkoff. Oh, and say Hi to your mother for me."