I knew 2011 was going to be one of those years when I wrote a column saying that $80 billion of proposed federal bailout money to the U.S. Postal Service was a useless subsidy to "a dying ink-on-paper technology in an electronic world."
I got more than 100 bitter complaints from postal workers ... every single one of them delivered by e-mail.
At least the postal workers were mostly civil.
The hundreds of complaints I got from lawyers after I wrote about frivolous lawsuits in pursuit of jackpot justice were so scatological that I'm now pretty certain law schools must offer elective courses in biology, because I have never heard so many richly descriptive references to such obscure corners of the digestive tract, nor such detailed instructions for how to insert my head into them.
And even as the lawyers were proclaiming that, in the majesty of the law, there is no such thing as a frivolous lawsuit, news broke out of a Chicago suburb of two children in their 20s suing their mother for serving them bad birthday cake and setting curfews for them in high school.
The kids' attorney is their divorced dad.
So it went in 2011, a year that was definitely in need of colonic irrigation. Consider:
Your tax money at work: The National Institutes of Health -- that's our NIH, the one in Washington -- put up $1.44 million in federal funds for a study of the "social milieu" of male prostitutes in Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City.