"Hallowed", John Latschar.....remember?

Just when you think you've heard everything....you realize you haven't at all... not by a long shot.

The fella above had THE plum job within the National Park Service. That's John Latschar up above-- and until today, and for the past 15 years, he's served as superintendent of the hallowed ground Lincoln spoke of so eloquently nearly 150 years ago ---and it's a place dear to my heart.

I've watched the changes brought about under his stewardship with a mixture of dismay, alarm, and sometimes (surprisingly) with approval. There is no question that his fifteen year tenure has been 'lively', to say the least-- but what has this bonehead gone and done now? Why is he pictured above as a counterpart to the mythical figure who sold his soul to the devil?

Just take a look at THIS. How stupid (or arrogant) does one have to be to think that having over 3,000 pornographic pictures on a government-owned computer would be an o.k. thing? Any file clerk knows you don't do this stuff at work! Holy crap!

Were these stored images, downloaded and saved... or was this melon-head merely too dumb to wipe his cookies, his TEMPORARY files and his history clean as most folks know how to do (or should) on their home computers?

Look, I don't care WHAT the man was looking at, but I damn well DO CARE about WHERE he was doing it... and pulling down $145,000.00 a year while getting his workday jollies.

Even his demotion to a new 'desk job' in Frederick, Maryland will not bring a cent less to his salary. (Yep. He gets the same take-home pay, even after trailing Gettysburg through mud in the media with his lame-brained antics at work)-- and insufferable pride like that just really, really pisses me off. It's the kind of entitlement that says, "Don't be ridiculous. I'm DOCTOR John Latschar...I rub elbows with politicians and captains of industry. I am LEGEND. I do as I please."


No John, you don't.

If anything, you were subject to more scrutiny, and in fact were held to a higher standard because of the place you hung your hat every day--- your 'office' was part of the public trust, and one of the most wounded, sacred places in our national history and YOU, mister, you made it a punchline joke around the water cooler.

You've dishonored something you were charged to preserve. You failed, John.

And in the most embarrassing way possible. Have the decency to just apologize and fade quickly from view.

(And take a pay cut, buddy. You know you deserve it.)