technocracygirl: Alexander Siddig from <i>Kingdom of Heaven</i> (Gorgeous)
I am going on inspection, and as such, I need professional business pants with no cuffs, and I would like professional shirts that don't gap or do other stupid things at the breast line. So, armed with gift cards we've had for a while, [profile] wanderingfey and I head off to the downtown Nordy's, on the assumption that if it's in a Nordy's in western Washington, it'll be there, and I want a quick-and-dirty shopping experience. (I'd forgotten about the Rack on 2nd, or I would have stopped there first.)

After trying on probably every 14W cuffless pant in the store, [profile] wanderingfey found the one 14W Petite in the store, and it fit pretty much perfectly. And just as I was on my way out, the incredibly helpful and awesome clerk Margit pulled a breezy, cool white blouse from the sales rack that just only a very slight pulling on it. So, all in all, an extremely successful shopping trip. Except that I thought there was a Lane Bryant in downtown Seattle. Turns out that there's not, but there's one in Alderwood, and at Northgate. So I may go there later this week.

The religious differences start behind a cut )
technocracygirl: Martha Jones in a lab coat, leaning over with a stethoscope (science)
I am very angry about people who think that it's okay to kill other people because the other people work for the US Federal Government. I am very angry because one day a nice older man went to work one day and never came home.

I didn't work for the USDA when two federal inspectors and one state inspector were gunned down execution-style because they were official representatives of the government and they wanted to stop a factory owner from breaking the law. But I've been to the memorial garden and I've heard from people who knew the inspectors. They were trying to do their jobs and protect the public. And they were murdered for it.

I didn't work for the federal government in 1995, when a few people decided to strike a blow against their oppressors by blowing up people who were at work. And their kids; don't forget that. Nineteen children died. And another one hundred and forty-nine other people left for work that day and never came home, ninty-nine of whom were federal employees. What were they doing? I don't know. But they were going to work, and trying to serve the public, and they died for it.

I do work for the government now. I don't know that I make a lot of difference, but I know I make some. My job is a little easier to justify than others: I do the scientific tests that show if foods and drugs are safe or are contaminated. It's easy to tell that to people, and (IMO) easy for them to grasp exactly what impact I have on their lives. (Generally beneficial, one hopes.) But that doesn't make me safe. We have guards. We have procedures. We have people making sure that the guy cutting through the parking lot is cutting through to get to his office building from the bus stop, as opposed to stopping in front of our building with a gun.

Vernon Hunter went to work on February 19, 2010. His job was probably one of the most hated in America, but he did it for 15 years. I can't say why he did it, but I think that he wanted to keep serving his country, and this was a way to do it. Vernon Hunter died because his murderer didn't think that there was a person sitting at Mr. Hunter's desk, but that The Other was there. The nameless, faceless, uncaring, unresponsive Federal Bureaucrat. But the murderer was wrong. Vernon Hunter was there. He had a wife. He had four older brothers. He played the bass. He had at least one child, a son. He served in the military for 22 years, including two tours in Vietnam. And he was strong enough to take every single sling and arrow, every nasty look and terrible joke, and be an IRS agent for 15 years.

The federal government is a labyrinthine bureaucracy. But so are most giant corporations. Dealing with the federal government can be annoying and frustrating. Again, so can dealing with most giant corporations. And the people who work for the federal government are pretty much like the people you work with. Average, ordinary people.

They are not nameless. They are not faceless. They are not The Other. And they sure as [bleep] aren't pawns on a gameboard to be knocked over to prove a political point.

F you, murderer. There's a name that we gave to the last people to fly planes into buildings, and it applies to you too. Because that's exactly what you wanted. You wanted to make a point, to show the world that you were right and they were wrong, and you would prove it in blood. And you would make all the other IRS agents wonder, "Is this person going to kill me? What about this one?"

Terrorist. That's what you are, Joe Stack. You're a terrorist. You wanted people to be scared of you. F you. Just...f you.

And just like they did today, and will do tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, Americans will wake up, and they will go to their duty stations, and their federal buildings, and their rented office areas, and they will do their jobs to serve the American people, Joe Stack. You don't win. Mr. Hunter does.

May Mr. Hunter's family find some peace in the memory of his good name.

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