What being a public servant means to me

So thanks to my cushy government job, I have Columbus Day off. And what am I doing with it? Funny you should ask. I'm completely ignoring the awesome weather outside and surfing this interminable sink hole we affectionately call, “the web”, gagging at the suckage that is my alma mater's home page. Could overzealous lab monkeys, the second grade students at PS 135, or George W. Bush have designed a better page than the heap of crap that is clogging my bandwidth? Yes, yes, and — well lets not get too carried away. That collage in the top right hand corner of WSH, Ezra Cornell, a hockey helmet, the clock tower, a violin, and two matress pads says to me, sampled full chateau underpowered comfort coil sonata?