The Massachusetts SpyVolume CCXXXIX, Number 263 September 18, 2009

Spy to the rescue!

Career Guide '09

Editors' Note: Who says the economy is in the crapper? Just because millions have lost their homes, their jobs, their health insurance, their life savings, their retirements – [We get the picture – Ed.] Never let it be said that the Spy did not do its bit to fertilize the green shoots of recovery. So here's our bonus Career Guide '09 with advice to the jobless on four fast-growing high-pay positions perfect for you and/or your wretched children:

Ol' opium eyes

Right-wing talk show host

Can you talk to yourself for hours in Dunkin' Donuts or on the subway? Now you can turn what some may call a disorder into millions of dollars, just by ranting into a microphone or a TV camera. Just make sure you blame Obama, liberals, immigrants and nig, uh, people who don't share our values for all of America's woes. After all, wasn't it illegal aliens and ACORN who caused the world's financial system to crater by packaging and selling toxic-waste mortgages? So don't let your paranoia go to waste: if your demons match Rupert Murdoch's, then Schlox has a place for you! Drug addicts and alcoholics are welcome to apply, because their hallucinations are good for hours of airtime a week. Ability to speak English required. Ability to write or understand English optional.  

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Sheriff

Let America's tragedy of foreclosure put money in your pocket! Every family thrown out of their home or apartment means between $100 to $250 in the pocket of some stooge with a badge and a gun. No training, experience, judgment, or discretion required. Just show up at the door with a piece of paper and if you get any lip, just rev up the old Taser! Job opportunities in this exciting fast-growing field exist all over the country, with plenty of positions opening up in the sun-drenched exurbs of California, Nevada, Florida, and Arizona. Added perk: if you see any possessions on the lawn that look good to you, they're yours!  Like these miserable schmucks are going to complain.  

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Embassy guard

Once upon a time, U.S. Embassies were guarded by highly-trained, snappily-dressed, and professional U.S. Marines. Of course, once upon a time, workers were protected by unions too. But times change, and with Marines fully engaged in serving as bomb bait in the wastes of Central Asia, the U.S. Government has outsourced protection of diplomatic facilities and personnel to – well, basically anyone who can fog a mirror. No training or English language proficiency required, but you will be issued one or more high-powered weapons to shoot off whenever you get bored. Enjoy a collegial, informal atmosphere that would remind you of your college fraternity had you not dropped out of high school at 15 to help run the family's meth lab.  And you'll be serving your country, too! Criminal background, credit, and sexual predator checks? Forget about 'em!  You're in!

Our kids need the fresh air

Recycling specialist

It's the craze that swept the libertarian paradises of Guatemala and Honduras. Now it's immigrated north! Kids can earn up to ten dollars a week [Surely, hour? – Ed.] pouring through landfills looking for garbage to recycle. We're talking rags, copper wire, aluminum cans, the lead shielding on old televisions – all there just begging for your eight-year-old to pick it up and sell it. Why should your offspring waste their time in overcrowded schools when they could learn about chemistry and physiology by  handling and sorting toxic waste? Best of all, they'll see the glories of the free market at work. Did we mention it was environmentally sound? Maybe not for your kid's environment, what with all the cadmium and dirty needles, but at least they're out in the fresh air!  


THIS YEAR'S MUST HAVE FASHION ACCESSORY: DUBBLE BUBBLE!


"Oh, that's a good line [Surely, shot? – Ed.], said Marc Jacobs, the fashion designer, as Kate Moss, one of the world's most famous models, wearing what was possibly the world's shortest gold lame [Surely, lamé? – Copy Ed.] toga and matching twisted turban, posed for photographs on a staircase lined with zebra print carpet inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art. . . .

Ms. Moss, and about 96 of her colleagues, drew more attention that usual to the event, which typically focuses on the clothes and their designers, largely because this year's theme and the title of a related fashion exhibition was "The Model as Muse." . . .

   Asked how she felt about being a museum-worthy muse, Ms. Moss shrugged and pulled a big piece of gum out of her mouth.  

The New York Times,  May 5, 2009 at A20.