A former postal worker went on a killing spree today in Santa Barbara.  All I can say is, it’s about time.  Remember where the term “going postal” comes from?  It’s due to crazy, firearms-happy, deliverymen.  Psycho postal workers going on killing sprees was the craze of the 90s.  Thanks to better physiological examines and the advances in mind-control pharmaceuticals, I figured we saw our last postal-related shooting around the time swing music stopped being cool.  Hopefully today’s incident will be a rebirth for the sport.  I’ve noticed that too often nowadays people venture into their local post office without fear.  Gone are the days of wearing body amour or having security team escort you when you wanted to ship that fruitcake to grandma.  I salute you, Mrs. Gun-totting, Insane Postal Worker: thank you for reminding all of America about the Post Office way.