What impels people to forward the inanity of their email to their entire address list in general and me in particular? The nature of my job is such that my business email address is spread wider than Brittney Spears knees and consequently I’m on the receiving end of a non-stop idiocy barrage from an army of people I don’t even know. Especially Rose.
I do not know Rose. Based on the drivel that comes through her inbox to me, I do not want to know Rose. And yet, not a day goes by that Rose does not feel compelled to share the wit and wisdom that has found her. Today was a blast that announced that the word “picnic” derives from the acts of lynching African-Americans. I had to read the idiotic explanation twice to believe I was understanding what it was claiming. For one thing “nic” was supposed to be the euphemism for a highly offensive term that the organizers of the picnic would use. The idea that a lynch mob would feel so queasy about offending the sensibilities of their victims that they would tiptoe around a racial slur is the least worrisome thing about this whole thing.
Anyway, Rose old girl, I’m a federal employee and I’m pretty sure sending me email that makes me grind my teeth and go a little crazier is a felony. And even if it isn’t, it should be.