When is enough enough?  Apparently never with you.  In spite of driving mostly empty buses up and down and back and forth on routes that could be easily serviced with a motorcycle and a side-car, you are happy to take your check and the taxpayers be damned.  As long as you’re getting yours, those of us who pay the freight can go to hell, is that it?

What happened to the good old-fashioned concept of letting your conscience be your guide, remember, before you traded in your sense of right-and-wrong for a paycheck?

How in good faith can you burn through thousands of gallons of diesel fuel in land-yachts capable of carrying scores of people and do so, happily, without a care in the world, knowing that your efforts are a make-work-joke?  If this were a private business, it would have been shuttered years ago.  Properly managed, smaller vans would be put into use but no; the grand masters at the almighty union would rather waste taxpayer dollars then use common sense.

Over the past 50-years or so, many in our country have tried to retire the concepts of shame, embarrassment and honorable behavior in the name of preserving self-esteem and not being “judgmental” or critical.  In doing so, we have created a climate of comfort for slackers, the lazy and those that believe someone, anyone, owes them something.

Driving mostly empty buses, day after day in silence clearly demonstrates your acquiescence in accepting those terrible alternatives instead of proud, honorable and productive life’s work.

Ending by saying “shame on you” is sadly wasted breath because you apparently buried the concept of shame some time ago when you decided to shut-up and drive your bus, even when it makes no sense, except to your bank account.  You my friends offer no solutions but are a core part of the problem.  Complain no more about government or social justice issues when you clearly have no concern about them when the rubber meets the road.