New York Times, November 23, 1917.
I thought I'd run something at least vaguely in synergy with my late-breaking piece on the Amy Bishop rhubarb
. Plus its nice to see that the USPS tradition of disgruntlement has such deep historical roots, but that not everyone belonging to that tradition felt obliged to take it out on his co-workers.
Okay, before anybody writes in to remind me, let me acknowledge that postal employees are not actually the superstars of the murderous rampage that they're billed to be. In fact, they're only moderately good at it: retail, it turns out, is where the records for workplace homicide are being set, and after that, public administration.
Anyway, my point is that there's no Bishop-style Rorschach blot here, motivation-wise. The guy was a postal worker, and disgruntled. Case closed.