How does the song go? “Regrets; I’ve had a few.”
Well, let the first among us who have never said something completely idiotic throw some stones here, but it is hard not to yuck it up at this one.
The quote is “before man reaches the moon, mail will be delivered within hours from New York to California, to Britain, to India or Australia by guided missiles. We stand on the threshold of rocket mail.” This from the US Postmaster General of 1959.
And now we call it Snail Mail and they are billions of dollars in the hole and the Postmaster General himself may soon be on a rocket to the unemployment office.
As Santayana; who apparently sat around drinking margaritas and thinking up zingers once scribbled out; “Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament.”
We laugh with you General, not at you.
Here’s the full, sorry, story: