If only we encouraged postmen in the U.S. to do this. I’m pretty sure that all of my government checks would get to me in a timely fashion. My mortgage payment wouldn’t ever be “lost” again. The book I ordered from Amazon would never be “accidentally” returned to sender. If it were, that would mean someone would have to die.
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” That may not be the U.S. Postal Service official motto, but dammit, it makes me feel proud to be an American. We used to be proud of our postal service in this country, what happened? Sure, the lost letters. Sure, the disgruntled employees. Sure, the lame ass uniforms.
What about the guys in charge? What about the postal managers? The people that are responsible for making sure that no one is paid overtime. The people that are responsible for all of the redundant and crappy policies. The people that are in charge of the people that go nuts and kill everyone. How many happy people go on killing sprees? Those in charge should be made to suffer the consequences of laziness and ineptness alongside their employees.
People need to bring honor back to the game. Ritual suicide is the incentive that can get America back on track. Our country may have lost it’s way over the last few years, but as we slowly start pushing others towards ritual suicide, we’ll make it back on top.