The civil service, or how to stay out of the slammer, in one easy lesson
My apologies for being
nearly invisible here for the past few weeks, but the best laid plans of mice
and men aft times gang agley, as Robert Burns put it. Life has a nasty way of
imposing its own demands on one’s writing schedule, whether you want it to or
not, or even if you know what agley means or not; I know I don’t. This morning my co-workers here at the
egregious mold pit wherein I labor for my daily bread reminded me that I have
been laboring here for my daily bread
for twenty-six years, yesterday being the anniversary of the inglorious
day that I first wandered into this dump as an employee. This, plus the fact that we have had a slew
of recent retirements here, now means that I have been laboring here longer
than anyone else has been laboring here, which in itself, apart from the actual
number of years I’ve been doing this, is pretty damn depressing. Combined with the actual chronology, it was
enough to make me vaguely suicidal in an annoyed sort of way. I tamped down
quickly on my immediate urge to sever an artery with my own teeth and went out
for some pizza. There’s not much that a
nice hot slice of pizza can’t make better, and if can’t actually make it
better, pizza makes the bad news seem less depressing. I’m thinking of wangling the pizza concession
on the Day of Judgment; I figure the saved will like a nice hot slice to
celebrate and the damned will need something to lift their spirits before they become
toast on a more or less eternal basis.
In any case, I should
point out that twenty-six years in the civil service has convinced of one great
lesson: no matter how well you’ve covered your ass, you can always cover it better. This leads inevitably to the scandals the
Internal Revenue Service has gotten itself embroiled in. If we listen to the big shots in Washington,
the targeting of the Tea Party in particular and the American conservative
movement in general was just something those crazy kids out in Cincinnati
dreamt up all by their lonesomes without any sort of input from the head
honchos, and especially without the input of anyone within breathing distance
of the former junior Senator from Illinois. Yes sirree, no one here in Washington was involved at all. Cincinnati
is out there in flyover country, Mr. Chairman, and flyover country is a nice
place to visit, or so people have told me who’ve been there, but I’ve never
been there myself and I’ve never talked to anyone who has. They do strange things out there in the Ohio River valley and it may be the fault of the
funguses. I have to tell my
rheumatologist if I ever want to go to the Ohio River Valley
because there are funguses there that might interfere with my medication, so
no, I couldn’t tell you why those people out there might want to do this sort
of thing. It’s Ohio, Mr. Chairman, and they do things
differently out there.
The problem with blaming
the frontline civil servants is this: it’s bullshit. Sorry if that offends, but after twenty-six
years here I can tell you that no one, but no one, at the frontline level of
the civil service, even someone in as small a shop as my egregious mold pit, sticks
their neck out like this without someone higher up in the food chain telling
them to do so. The only times I have
ever gotten my ass chewed out big time here is when I cut people slack I shouldn’t
have in direct violation of the policies spelled out in our staff manual. It is inconceivable to me that long-time
civil servants working at the Federal level in an agency like the IRS just did
this because it seemed like a good idea at the time and because they didn’t like the
political opinions of the applicants; their jobs do not include vetting groups
on the basis of partisan politics; civil servants are not, or at least they shouldn’t
be, in the business of helping one party or another win elections. No, the only, and I mean the only, way the
people in Cincinnati did this is because their politically appointed bosses in Washington
wanted this to happen, and they only way those bosses gave them these orders is
because they got the approval from the top.
There may not be a smoking gun in this case, but there is no possible way
that people at the frontline, the middle management, and the top tiers all
decided to break the law and suppress the constitutional rights of hundreds of
thousands of Americans without our erstwhile Illinois Incitatus and his clique
of Chicago political thugs giving them the go-ahead. Civil servants do not think outside the box,
folks, we are one with the box, we are in psychic unity with the box, we are
the box. We don’t do things that can cost us our jobs, our pensions, and land
our sorry asses in prison spontaneously. We
just don’t, that’s all.
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