I think I'll make a sign, or better yet a series. Paper the hallway down to my door with a Burma Shave shout-out no one would get.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
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to reiterate |
Friday, August 07, 2009
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Friday Afternoon Copy & Paste: Bill Maher |
New Rule: Smart President ≠ Smart Country
from the HuffPo
New Rule: Just because a country elects a smart president doesn't make it a smart country. A few weeks ago I was asked by Wolf Blitzer if I thought Sarah Palin could get elected president, and I said I hope not, but I wouldn't put anything past this stupid country. It was amazing - in the minute or so between my calling America stupid and the end of the Cialis commercial, CNN was flooded with furious emails and the twits hit the fan. And you could tell that these people were really mad because they wrote entirely in CAPITAL LETTERS!!! It's how they get the blood circulating when the Cialis wears off. Worst of all, Bill O'Reilly refuted my contention that this is a stupid country by calling me a pinhead, which A) proves my point, and B) is really funny coming from a doody-face like him.
Now, the hate mail all seemed to have a running theme: that I may live in a stupid country, but they lived in the greatest country on earth, and that perhaps I should move to another country, like Somalia. Well, the joke's on them because I happen to have a summer home in Somalia... and no I can't show you an original copy of my birth certificate because Woody Harrelson spilled bong water on it.
And before I go about demonstrating how, sadly, easy it is to prove the dumbness dragging down our country, let me just say that ignorance has life and death consequences. On the eve of the Iraq War, 69% of Americans thought Saddam Hussein was personally involved in 9/11. Four years later, 34% still did. Or take the health care debate we're presently having: members of Congress have recessed now so they can go home and "listen to their constituents." An urge they should resist because their constituents don't know anything. At a recent town-hall meeting in South Carolina, a man stood up and told his Congressman to "keep your government hands off my Medicare," which is kind of like driving cross country to protest highways.
I'm the bad guy for saying it's a stupid country, yet polls show that a majority of Americans cannot name a single branch of government, or explain what the Bill of Rights is. 24% could not name the country America fought in the Revolutionary War. More than two-thirds of Americans don't know what's in Roe v. Wade. Two-thirds don't know what the Food and Drug Administration does. Some of this stuff you should be able to pick up simply by being alive. You know, like the way the Slumdog kid knew about cricket.
Not here. Nearly half of Americans don't know that states have two senators and more than half can't name their congressman. And among Republican governors, only 30% got their wife's name right on the first try.
Sarah Palin says she would never apologize for America. Even though a Gallup poll says 18% of Americans think the sun revolves around the earth. No, they're not stupid. They're interplanetary mavericks. A third of Republicans believe Obama is not a citizen, and a third of Democrats believe that George Bush had prior knowledge of the 9/11 attacks, which is an absurd sentence because it contains the words "Bush" and "knowledge."
People bitch and moan about taxes and spending, but they have no idea what their government spends money on. The average voter thinks foreign aid consumes 24% of our federal budget. It's actually less than 1%. And don't even ask about cabinet members: seven in ten think Napolitano is a kind of three-flavored ice cream. And last election, a full one-third of voters forgot why they were in the booth, handed out their pants, and asked, "Do you have these in a relaxed-fit?"
And I haven't even brought up America's religious beliefs. But here's one fun fact you can take away: did you know only about half of Americans are aware that Judaism is an older religion than Christianity? That's right, half of America looks at books called the Old Testament and the New Testament and cannot figure out which one came first.
And these are the idiots we want to weigh in on the minutia of health care policy? Please, this country is like a college chick after two Long Island Iced Teas: we can be talked into anything, like wars, and we can be talked out of anything, like health care. We should forget town halls, and replace them with study halls. There's a lot of populist anger directed towards Washington, but you know who concerned citizens should be most angry at? Their fellow citizens. "Inside the beltway" thinking may be wrong, but at least it's thinking, which is more than you can say for what's going on outside the beltway.
And if you want to call me an elitist for this, I say thank you. Yes, I want decisions made by an elite group of people who know what they're talking about. That means Obama budget director Peter Orszag, not Sarah Palin.
Which is the way our founding fathers wanted it. James Madison wrote that "pure democracy" doesn't work because "there is nothing to check... an obnoxious individual." Then, in the margins, he doodled a picture of Joe the Plumber.
Until we admit there are things we don't know, we can't even start asking the questions to find out. Until we admit that America can make a mistake, we can't stop the next one. A smart guy named Chesterton once said: "My country, right or wrong is a thing no patriot would ever think of saying... It is like saying 'My mother, drunk or sober.'" To which most Americans would respond: "Are you calling my mother a drunk?"
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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eyewitness |
The kids tell a story, or they did, for too long of a while, about me moving faster than they'd ever seen me move. I was snatching a cell phone from a girl who kept pushing it; it was a triumph of one-upmanship and stealth.
This is not that story.
It is, instead, a story of red-and-white streak from the door to the far corner. Of a file drawer yanked out, and a lunch tossed in.
A lunch. A sandwich, and breadsticks, and an apple. A lunch.
And the time it takes for me to form a question-- "What?" and "How?" and "Why?" all competing on my tongue--the door again opens, far more deliberately now. The posse has arrived. And the perpetrator is out and then in again, and I rise to take my turn.
"Don't do it! Don't do it! Ms. P.!" Volume low, urgency high.
And I hope my look back to the culprit says, "Are you nuts?!" Because good grief. In seconds, I've ratted him out. But the time it will take to get past the fact that he thought or expected or even hoped that I'd lie to cover up a petty theft, even without a half-dozen other witnesses? I have yet to calculate.
"What have I ever said or done that would make anyone believe I'd do that?" I ask the onlookers, "What?!" A shrug. A shake of the head. Blank stares.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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trouble |
This is the problem with a secondhand story: the facts don't tell anything. So when I hear that you "blew up" over at the alternative school, I don't know how to take it. I wouldn't put a carefully orchestrated explosion past ya; I know you didn't want to come back. But surely you didn't really mean to be expelled. Did ya? I'm curious, but that's about it.
Perhaps that in itself is unfair. You have stuck gamely by your "I didn't do anything" story; it's entirely possible it's true. Except for circumstances and that positive test that came back to bite ya. If it hadn't, you'd still be in school. You wouldn't have gotten 45 days to hang out with those who are, perhaps, more experienced. More intransigent, for sure. But you did and you were and now you're out until August. A semester lost, perhaps more.
Meanwhile, those who have more serious--more actual--problems will work through the system, cycle back. Their schoolhouse door is likely revolving; all through high school, at least, as long as it lasts, they won't be much affected by paperwork and rules and procedures. It's a lifestyle, it's chosen, it's kids who don't change. I wonder if you will, if already you have.
Monday, March 30, 2009
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Crime wave |
As if last year's flood weren't enough, my town seems to be going to hell in a handbasket. Though I live in what is lovingly referred to as "the hood", I've never felt unsafe. Recent events are troubling, though.
On the morning of March 24, a woman was robbed at gunpoint in the 1400 block of First Avenue East while she was sitting in her car in a parking lot. Robbery at 7:40 a.m.! And I understand the culprit dropped two beers out of his pockets during the crime, and returned to fetch them.
Less than 18 hours later, two men were shot at Who's on First sports bar, 1323 First Ave. SE. Granted, this happened at a more fashionable hour for crime, but still.
As if that weren't enough, there's now this.
I can hardly wait for summer.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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a great divide |
And this is the difference between us.
A program that provides free eye exams and glasses to kids who need them is, to me, not something to begrudge; it is a reason to be glad. A family who calls to ask how the school can help is a family to be grateful for, not a family to suspect. For once, pride isn't standing between a child and a necessity; for once, someone is willing to ask. And when there is a way to provide, for once, when there is not only the will, well then, good deal. Hallelujah, really. That is another reason we are here.
If I am naive, it's a conscious choice: I know people take advantage. But I also know people are in need. And I know I hope to never become anywhere near so hard-hearted and bitter that I corner someone in the mailroom to gripe about charity that I am not eligible for.
"I bust my butt every day," you say. As if these people don't. As if they don't pay the taxes that you're so sure this write-off is increasing-- a leap that boggles my mind even as I defend the working poor.
"It's for kids!" I point out, nonplussed. We exchange facts as we see them, none making a dent. Soon enough, we part, neither budged. But what I left with, along with diminished opinion, is a fact that even now nags: how could you ever assume I'd ever agree?
Thursday, March 05, 2009
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Countertweet |
How Twitter warned of death threat at St. Louis school
The death threat that made a St. Louis school clear out its classrooms and send home students Wednesday had something to do with poet Langston Hughes, and how he is portrayed in an online encyclopedia.
It also had a bit to do with Twitter, a trendy Internet technology that turned a friendly troop of academics from across the country into unknowing sleuths.
It started Tuesday night, with a teacher in Virginia asking her husband for help preparing for class.
And ended Wednesday morning with one relieved school principal.
"It was so amazing," said Katrice Noble, principal at Lift For Life Academy charter school, just south of downtown St. Louis. She was the subject of the death threat.
But it was Jeremy Boggs, 29, a history student in the Ph.D. program at George Mason University, who saw the note first. Or at least the first who did something about it.
Boggs was watching "American Idol," the pop-star reality show, Tuesday night.
His wife, a teacher, asked Boggs to look up Hughes — she was gathering material on the famous poet and playwright.
Boggs found him on Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia that allows readers to
add to entries. And there was the note, about halfway down the page, sandwiched
between sections on the poet's homes and his death, and written in bold,
all-capital letters.
"I'M GOING TO SHOOT EVERYBODY AT THAT (expletive) SCHOOL," it said, in part.
"ESPECIALLY KATRICE NOBLE."
Boggs, an alumnus of Virginia Tech, site of the 2007 student shootings that killed more than 30, was unnerved.
"This really freaked me out a little bit," Boggs said.
Sure, he thought, maybe it's a kid pulling a prank. Still, it named the school, the principal and — it would appear — even the student making the threat. "You can't just dismiss it," he said.
So he sought advice from colleagues.
On Twitter.
"Found vandalism on Langston Hughes article where author threatens to shoot people at a school," he wrote, according to Twitter, the online site that allows users to broadcast 140-character messages through cyberspace and with cell phones. "Should I just remove it?"
His message instantly reached across the Midwest.
And, in Yellow Springs, Ohio, it found Marjorie McLellan.
McLellan, a history professor at Wright State University, was writing a grant proposal for Dayton public schools on her computer, when she saw the tweet from Boggs.
"I think you need to report that to editors and police — he names a name," she wrote, according to a log of the conversation on Twitter. "Probably just vitriol but you never know."
Over the next several hours — and entirely via the 140-character tweets — six or seven colleagues figured out who Noble was, where Lift For Life was, and how to reach out to authorities.
They called or e-mailed the school, police and a reporter at the Post-Dispatch.
Still, it was late, and the group's efforts mostly found answering machines.
In something of a last-ditch effort, McLellan called a small-town Ohio police department with a reputation for being tough on Internet crime.
And it was a detective, then, from Xenia, Ohio, who finally got through to Noble, at her desk at Lift For Life, Wednesday morning.
Noble called local police.
But by then police here had gotten the other messages. Before Noble could get up from her desk, St. Louis officers had arrived at the school's doors on South Seventh Street.
Noble called for an early dismissal. Students filed back onto buses. School leaders started talking to students who may have been involved. Police combed the building, and found no immediate threats.
Noble was grateful to the Twitter troop.
"What if things had not gone so smoothly?" she asked. "And we had not taken that precaution?"
But Noble still had her own bit of sleuthing to do.
She called a sixth-grade English teacher at Lift For Life.
Doing any units, she asked, on famous black figures in history? Any students studying Langston Hughes?
Yes, the teacher replied. And yes.
By day's end, police had pinned down the computer used to send the message, Noble said.
It appears to be a student, who wrote and signed the threat in his friend's name. Just a prank between buddies. "They do things not realizing what they've done," Noble said.
The principal said she'll talk to the student and his parents today.
And in what may be the only tragedy to linger, it is likely she'll have no choice but to expel the prankster from school.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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Iowa joins teacher-student sex craze |
That's right. Even in this wholesome, family-friendly state, we've got teachers hooking up with students.
Granted, this is no Pamela Short affair. But still. When did this become fashionable?
Here's the gist from the Des Moines Register:
A Des Moines Dowling Catholic High School teacher has been arrested on a charge of sexual exploitation by a school employee.
West Des Moines police said today that Erin Marie Rohwer, 27, had a sexual relationship with an 18-year-old male student.
Rohwer was arrested at her home at 3900 Bel Aire Road in Des Moines. She was released on a $5,000 bond.
School president Jerry Deegan said at a press conference today that a member of the "Dowling community" called him to report "a possible inappropriate relationship."
He declined to say whether the tip came from a student, parent or teacher.
Sexual contact between any school employee and a student, regardless of age, is against the law in Iowa. A one-time encounter is an aggravated misdemeanor, while a pattern of sexual contact is a felony punishable by up to five years in prison.
Rohwer faces the felony-level charge.
Polk County Attorney John Sarcone said his office has prosecuted teachers, ministers, counselors and a psychiatrist in recent years. He declined to comment about specifically about Rohwer’s case.
“It’s not a daily thing,” Sarcone said. “But it’s not all that unusual."
Deegan confirmed that Rohwer is the daughter-in-law of Dowling choral director Karl Rohwer. She is the head of the English department and has taught at Dowling since 2003. Deegan called her a "very good and effective" teacher.
In a note to parents, Deegan wrote that Rohwer has been suspended.
"It is our understanding from law enforcement that this matter occurred off campus and outside of school hours," he wrote.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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#@$!! |
Of course he did. Of course! He did! Blago appointed a black guy. And when he or some lingering toady thought of it, I bet they laughed and laughed and laughed. Or quoted, say, Borat when he encountered an Uzbekistan embassy.
I can't believe I live here. Is it possible to secede? It's not as if Chicago, our de facto capitol, even acknowledges that this part of the state. The "governor" never even sees Springfield, home of the legislature and a renovated yet empty mansion, so seventy miles southwest of there is surely off the edge of their world. And most every Missourian I've ever met seems to think that the universe ends somewhere over the Mississippi, or that the only thing East of St. Louis is East St. Louis, either that or the neighboring strip clubs. So, clearly living neither there nor there, we can hereby declare ourselves independent. It'll be like Texas, way back when. I believe the Lone Star Republic managed for ten years. Surely that'll be long enough for this to all blow over, to just be an unfortunate episode that the Dems somehow rose above.
Yeah, I don't believe it, either.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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Here's what I don't get |
Springfield is the capital of Illinois, right? Why is governor big hair in Chicago?
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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Until the game is won |
My favorite overused football joke is -- "Why doesn't Iowa have a professional football team? Because Minnesota would want one too."
My favorite Iowa football memory is the 10-7 twilight win over Michigan in 1985.
That's really beside the point when it comes to this.
According to published reports I have no reason to question...
Iowa Fans Busted Having Sex in Metrodome Bathroom
Onlookers cheer and laugh to cheating lovers in bathroom stall
MINNEAPOLIS -- Two Iowa football fans were caught having sex in a bathroom stall at the Metrodome during Saturday’s Minnesota-Iowa game.
According to a police report, a Metrodome security officer saw two people having sex in a handicapped stall after noticing two sets of feet with underwear dropped to the ground.
Wait for it.
A group of 15 onlookers were gawking at the scene by the time officers broke the couple up and wrote them misdemeanor citations.
Wait for it.
The woman, 38, was turned over to her husband. The man, 26, was turned over to his girlfriend.
Oh, and Iowa won 55-0!
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As God as my witness. . . |
Yes, this is the Palin turkey-slaughter video redux-- BUT with commentary by Keith Olbermann AND bonus WKRP in Cincinnati Thanksgiving episode footage. It's totally worth the queasiness.
Monday, November 24, 2008
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I missed two |
Which means I got a 94% on this Civics test. How about you?
According to the outfit that made up the test, the average score of self-identified elected officals (out of the 2500 people in their sample) was 44%. Explains a lot right there.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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Talkin' turkey with Sarah Palin |
Oh, the har. Goodbye and good riddance.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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1-800-@#$!%$! |
I get it, dude. Seriously. While I have not had your specific crappy job, I have had one pretty much like it--just ask my friend here--and I know there's only so much you can do. You've got to answer the calls and you've got to resolve the calls and you've got to reserve at least a small fraction of your brain for pretending that you are not trapped in that particular headset-and-keyboard purgatory. I know how it is.
But, dude. I cannot express to you how helpful it would be if you would focus just enough to listen to what I am saying and read the words that I know are glowing on your screen, me having recited, again, my name and my address and my e-mail address and my phone number and my incident number if not, again, my laptop's serial number, being that said laptop is packed up in a box to send it back to you people, if only you would SEND ME THE LABEL necessary for said shipping. How many times do I have to explain?
Four, apparently.
It's not as if I launched into a rant-- at least not at you. I saved that for the bastards at Charter, lack of Internets on top of lack of laptop being more than I could stand. But try to sell me more services in the midst of blaming me for your company's problem, and I make no promises.
But speaking of which, stupid me for believing the part where you said, "we'll ship it out," and then the part where you said, "it was shipped out," depsite the fact that you could not tell me how or when. Since--this is my favorite part--it never happened. Once because you thought I didn't know what I was talking about and once perhaps just for sport. Silly me for just checking the mail day after day. Patience is not, after all, a virtue.
But persistence is.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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stupid is as stupid does |
So the magic phrase, if you want to get a rise out of me, is apparently, "But it's only a misdemeanor."
ONLY. a. misdemeanor. ONLY. As if. Somehow that newly coined phrase is filed in the same part of my brain as "a little bit pregnant. " Cross-referenced by "meaningless" and "difficult to escape," both only without consequence if they're prevented, not stopped.
I set out my ration of exclamation points and try to explain.
"A criminal conviction will follow you around forever; it doesn't matter how stupid it was."
"Do you think it will stay on my record?!?!" Genuine shock. My reaction, in turn, perhaps heard by the neighbors. Doesn't anybody learn anything, ever? I collect myself and go on.
"How old are you?" He's a legal adult. He's also claiming a mix-up with a self-checkout machine, but I don't buy it. I know his friend. And regardless, the truth matters less than the record. The criminal record. Which must be disclosed, I point out, on applications for jobs and, yes, NATURALIZATION. Irony of ironies, any theft triggers the government's morals clause. He'd tried to just plead guilty to avoid appearing. On the one hand, I wonder if that's a guilty conscience or shame and am satisfied by it; on the other, I think, "don't be an idiot!"
And to think my hopes are pinned here. Or were. I'd feel more hopeful if it weren't such a chore to make him believe that paying the fine won't instantly fix this. Some things actually do matter, and it's possible to screw up big accidentally. In life, one must pay attention. Oh, I'm all for consequence, and I want him to have one, but the first step is to recognize the trouble!
My friend asks, "do you you think they all need bracelets that say 'What would Ms. P. do?' "
How about, "'DON'T BE A CRIMINAL!' Wouldn't THAT be a start?"
I can't believe I even have to say it.


