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It's
back ladies and gentlemen, the web site that the Niagara Frontier Transportation
Authority deemed too offensive for public viewing. The web site, they said,
"If our riders read this, they may not want to ride the train!" They put
the screws to me, by putting pressure on my employer, to take this web
site off. It was either "keep it posted and lose my job" or take it off
and keep my job." For those of you who are familiar with this site, I chose
to keep on working.
Well folks, the NFTA is going to be sorry to hear
that I no longer work for my former employer (READ FORMER EMPLOYER....who's
name I won't mention, it's one thing to lose a job, it's another to get
sued)
so I have one thing to ask all of you pencil necked, geeks down at
the NFTA who were so irate about this web site....What's all the fuss about?
Better yet, why doesn't the general public take a peek inside and find
out for themselves? Come on in and see why a big government subsidized
transportation authority would try to get a little ol' taxpayer like me
fired from his job, just for putting a harmless web site on the internet.
Judge for yourselves, people. Be impartial.
Before we get to the rest of the site, let me
explain a few things. First of all, it was not my idea to remove the original
site. I was pressured by my former employer to take it off and replace
it with that nauseating apology, ugh! Secondly, I feel, as most people
who saw the original web site did, that there was nothing wrong with it
and that a bunch of uptight, anal retentive, morons over-reacted about
absolutely nothing. Seems some fellow who works for the NFTA, who by the
way has a well earned reputation for excessive whining and brown nosing,
got real mad that I mentioned he was not well liked by his peers, even
though I never mentioned him by name (and I won't). Well we all know that
guys like that have VERY HIGH opinions of themselves. You know the type,
those folks who go to college, get a Ph.D. in English literature and then
want to be known as Dr. So-and-so for the rest of their lives, even though
they never cured a soul of anything, "Oh no, I'm not that kind of doctor." Well anyway, this Nancy-boy cried
to his supervisor, who told his supervisor, who told his supervisor, who
told my supervisor. Yes, they all saw the web site, which by the way had
a link to my e mail box but nobody had the balls or brains to write me
personally. Go figure.
So take a peek inside the Metro Rail tunnels and
see for yourself why all those honchos got their panties in a bunch, all
except my former employer, whom I'm assuming wears boxers.