| Comment Number: | OL-10509361 |
| Received: | 3/15/2005 2:45:42 PM |
| Subject: | Notice of Proposed Rulemaking, Request for Comment |
| Title: | National Security Personnel System |
| CFR Citation: | 5 CFR Chapter XCIX and Part 9901 |
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Comments:
Dear DoD Managerial Hatchet Artist: In 1997, it was my misfortune to have been caught up in the BRAC that closed the Army Aviation and Troop Command in St. Louis. Most of that mission and staff transferred to Huntsville AL. For reasons that are not important at this writing, I was unable to relocate to AL. Today, I work at the Army Field Support Command in Rock Island IL. What was the saving grace that kept me from being cast out into the cold cold streets of On-the-Doleville in 1997? -- it was the Priority Placement Program (PPP). That program rightly incorporated years-in-service as a key factor in deciding who got to stay employed and who got sent back into the public labor pool. That pool's way colder now than it was in 1997. So now I read that -- in the interest of endorsing some Rumsfeldian vision of "flexibility in the face of national security threats" that is really just a mask for Rub-Mine-the-Right-Way-and-I'll-Rub-Yours-Right-Back cronyism -- my seniority will now be completely ignored when the next BRAC comes. You know and I know, Dear Managerial Weasels, that -- when each of you retires -- you will DEMAND respect for your years of service and thereafter sit around with your pals and bless Uncle Sam that your devotion to mission got the respect that it deserved. Never mind that you are seeking to flush my years-of-service like so much stained tissue down Dr. Strangelove's (Rummy's) toilet. So, in closing, I now turn about face from you. I face the flag, bend over and salute your cowardly faces with the big fat rear-end raspberry that each one of you mopes deserve! You've got one hell of a nerve to demand respect for YOUR years of service while seeking to erase MY dignity. Eat your cake now, then drop dead and twist on Satan's eternal skewer. That will be your reward when the poop hits the fan.