It’s been a FUN week thus far.
Not only is Fartus Maximus Prevaricator a dispenser of falseness we also learned yesterday that he directs PPE contracts to his cronies for false equipment. Rather reminds me of those cardboard shoes the Yankee Army had to buy just before Bull Run.
Instant disintegration running across the creek.
And the White House plague task force is being disbanded, “Black” Pence claims they have done “tremendous” things which is evidently his pronunciation of “microscopic.”
I suspect the disbanding is more an acknowledgment of the inability of the pols on the task force to read (or understand) graphs. And handling numbers bigger than twenty-three.
As I was returning from my provisioning raid on Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill yesterday – since you can’t but artificial meat in Marshall County, there’no meat in the County – I listened to a sob sister episode about High Schule graduations this year. This set me rather to thinking more than the cancerous shenanigans of Fartus Maximus and “Black” Pence.
The Sob Sister droned on and on about how damaged and pained the high schule seniors were for not having a graduation ceremony this year. And I kept trying to figure out whether today’s high schule students are really that broken or is this more news drek?
I hated all of my graduations. Except the one at the Campus of the Boneyard. And that was because no one else could attend and I didn’t have to go.
Graduations are primarily for mothers. Maybe a little for fathers. But I doubt that.
My high schule graduation was a nightmare and the pain intensified when I got home because my mother disapproved of my “behavior.” Evidently I wasn’t respectful enough of the process.
The lesson I learned from that was that graduations are creamed crap. That means they are twice as nasty smelling as regular crap and only seem to be smooth.
So my baccalaureate graduation was endurable, mostly because I took a book with me. And I ignored everything my parents had to say. I managed to evade my master’s graduation but the doctoral was a mandatory – no attendance, no degree. But by that time I had scant respect for false authority and spent the ceremony sitting in the front row playing paper-scissors-rock with the token medical schule graduate – he lost at the game to decide the sacrificial student.
And by that time I knew how to have fun while enduring meaningless, boring ritual. But I came to understand why education is the bane of religion.
And by the time I got kicked out of the Yankee Army Woe College, there was only personal respect left and all the students were misbehaving. As was the Commandant. And no parents, just wife and daughter. Who also had scant patience with false authority’s pretenses.
So what the Tartarus gives with these high schule students. Are they all precious extroverts who are mentally damaged by stay-at-home rules? Let them out. If we’ve got to lose people to learn to respect Nature, let’s lose some EXTROs who can’t learn anyway. That’s what evolution is all about.
And maybe it will reduce the population of POLs in the process.