Wednesday aka Whacking day. Today we will watch the possible demise of my brother and his relationship with this thing called “a job.” What will come from Whacking day? Who will be “let go” and added to the ranks of the unemployed and (at times) the ones envied by those of us who are still just barely hanging on? It is now 7:48 a.m. I am feeling better. My wee little brother (who ain’t so small, really) had word of Whackingday weeks ago and has worried that he will be one of those Whacked. So this morning’s post (assuming that said Whackage happens in the a.m. leaving plenty of time for booze) is dedicated to the Whacked. And if you can’t laugh about it, there ain’t nothing. Let the games begin. Here’s to you, Ryan.