The saying was also promoted heavily by Shakespeare in both 'Henry IV, Part II' (1598) and in 'Antony and Cleopatra' (1606-07). Will was also responsible for beginning the alternate phrases, "Don't Shoot The Piano Player, He's Doing The Best He Can" and "Wa Ka Wikki Wikki Wa" (Hawaiian for "Yo, Bro, Ain't My Fault Your Wife Is Screwing Around." - bet you didn't know Shakespeare traveled that much in his lifetime, but the travel rates were incredibly low back then).
Okay, back to "don't kill the messenger."
Some times when a negative event occurs, the, er, negativity gets spread, you know, just a little bit more, and then, sometimes it becomes a large pool and then a raging storm of crushingawfuldefeatacrossallof....
Sorry. Got a little carried away there.
So this evening, 'someone' came home with some sort of bad news. 'Someone' had been in an office, a honest-to-goodness office for the past three years. One with a door, and a ceiling - no cubicle farm. His admin assistant also had a door, which was amazing in this world of government workers and crammed space. It also allowed room for the 43,776 files spread all over the floor, 614 hard-back books stacked in four bookcases, and 916 12-packs of Mt. Dew.
And today, this 'someone' was told he would have to vacant aforementioned office. Soon. Like the end of this week.
I am of the firm opinion that unless getting mad about something helps the situation, getting mad is just a waste of time and energy. However, I live with a certain 'someone' who believes that anger is good, that it is correct, and the more of it, the better.
So I am standing very carefully in a corner in a galaxy far far away to avoid the deluge, inundation and bombardment of pointless yet fervent emotion.
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