it seems I’ve got the reflexive need to mention Flannery O’Connor’s works right now. But I can’t help it.
As I was reading her story (and my current favorite) The Lame Shall Enter First, I could not help but think of Mark Twain’s far more snarky comparative, Edward Stanton and George Benton: A Tale. I can at least see an influence.
Where tomorrow’s post will come in with me is: both of these pieces presciently lay out the EXACT, disastrously-ineffective and hilariously expensive remedial nostrums I am asked to employ toward the dysfunctional, criminogenicaly-inclined . . . um . . . “clients” today.
Short message: oiling the squeaky-wheel to the neglect of other wheels will still cause you heartbreaking delays.
Anyway. . .
Master Of None 
Flannery O’Connor stories are hard to put down once you start. Just read the Twain one. It was good. I found it as “Edward Mills and George Benton: A Tale.” I think there may be an influence there, or at least both of them noticed the same thing some of the psalmists, as well as Job, used to complain about. Try O’Connor’s story “Good Country People,” next.
Started it, but got sidetracked. I’ll finish it tonight.
Let me know what you think of it.