I wonder how many hearts were gladdened this morning upon hearing the news that Ken Lay died of a heart attack yesterday. He was 64. Having been convicted of his ENRON sins, Lay was looking at a pretty hefty stretch of minimum security prison. Not the Gulag treatment he deserved, but still confinement. Most of the people he and his cohorts screwed out of their life savings probably did not feel this mild punishment would be sufficient justice for ruining so many lives. Today, I'll bet a lot of them are feeling a little more cheerful.
I know I would not feel sorry to read of the death of some of my former bosses and/or backbiting coworkers. Since no one reads this blog anyway, I can confess that I check the obituary pages of the paper every day hoping to find at least one of the names on my shit list. The list isn't very long. It contains maybe a dozen people who have played a material part in thwarting my career objectives or otherwise endangered my net worth.
I regard forgiveness as a gift that you only bestow upon your friends, unworthy as they may be, and some relatives. Not very Christian of me, but there you have it.
If I had been directly affected by the outrages at Enron, I would be gleefully dancing a jig this morning. The world is better off without Mr. Lay and his ilk.
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