about this card:industrialist fat cats | I’d protest this holiday. And on the burning barricades I’d chant at police and hurl Molotovs. And then? I’d fall beneath the bejeweled jackboots of St. Valentines Day thugs, wielding their guilt trips and demanding their chocolate boxes and heart-shaped cards. So if anyone needs me I’ll be at the florists. Muttering to myself.
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Shea suffers from pathological problems with authority. When he's not fixing computers in the library at Harvard Medical School, he's tormenting middle managers and feuding with his boss. But where in the Harvard employee manual does it say you have to behave perfectly at all times?