In yet another reactionary move against an imagined enemy, Arizona has passed a new bill, this time to ban “schools from teaching classes that are designed for students of a particular ethnic group, promote resentment or advocate ethnic solidarity over treating pupils as individuals.”
So, that should remove the following classes from Arizona schools:
1) Any language class. English? Spanish? French? They all sound like an insidious attempt to change the way we think, starting with the voice in our heads. Plus, we all know that the native speakers typically take these courses because they’re an easy A … well, except English.
2) American History. Oh, so we’re only going to learn about Americans, eh? Let’s look at the section on World War II–just as we thought! Anti-Nazi biases! And just where are the sections about famous Asian-American philosophers?
3) Lunch. The spice levels of cafeteria food are clearly set for a Caucasian digestive tract.
4) Physical Education. We’re OK with keeping PE if they don’t teach basketball. Or baseball. Or soccer. Basically, they just need to teach non-team sports that the white kids can excel at while encouraging their individuality.
Arizona: where passing unenforceable laws is OK, so long as they can convince Mexicans to move along.
Ever since adults picked up literacy from their kids, the world has been divided into two types of people:
- Those who read Harry Potter and tragically admit to it
- Those who read Harry Potter and hide it behind protesting too much
Let me clarify. There’s nothing wrong with reading Harry Potter and watching the movies and maybe even dressing up every once in a while (if you’re hot). Though the wheel may be squeaky, the real problem isn’t adults.
It’s not even witchcraft, morally-ambiguous elf slavery or alcoholism. Continue reading Take it from Snee: The real ‘Harry Potter’ threat
Muntadher al-Zaidi, the Iraqi journalist who threw his shoes at George Bush and spurred some of the greatest animated GIFs in Internet history, explained in court why he did it: “the former American leader’s ‘bloodless and soulless smile’ and his joking banter provoked him.”
“Soulless” … “sole-less” … Shoes have soles. Bush’s smile need a airborne-helping of sole.
Also, had the shoe hit his lip, it would have bloodied his smile, too. It’s a pun about how Iraq needs more blood donors. Very highbrow and socially-conscious, like a Victor Borge performance.
Wednesday. Hump Day.
It’s the middle of the week, which means you’re halfway through work, but you still have a whole half week of work in front of you.
Mornings like this need a steamy cup of Schadenfreude to send you screaming like a Viking berserker into the office for three more days, charging through expense reports or pouring mounds of sawdust on that kid’s puke.
(Schadenfreude is perfect for any economic class.)
Or perhaps you’re an almost-forgotten living campaign slogan that annoyed America for a whole month, contributing to the loss of your candidate. Now that the election’s over, you might try anything to get the country’s attention again, like trying to distance yourself from that loser.
Of course that’s not you. Nobody wants to be Joe the Plumber. (He should probably get back to work, you know, in plumbing, like a good taxpaying American.)
Mm, Schadenfreude: make it every morning’s shameful joy.
Speaking of presidents:
“President Bush, who stayed up past his normal bedtime to watch the end of a stirring Super Bowl, called members of the New York Giants organization on Monday to offer his congratulations.
The game finished just after 10 p.m., which is later than Bush normally stays up.”
Holy underwear! Our President, the full-grownest of all full-grown American men, has a bedtime? And that bedtime is earlier than that of most 12-year-olds?