Kill ’em all and let god sort ’em out.

sortemout.jpgLemme see, it’s Thursday night and I just got home from class. Well, actually, I got home, washed my feet, poured a ‘hattan, and read the Planet Ann Arbor Snooze. It’s late and I don’t have a topic, or at least I didn’t until I read the Snooze. So:

  • A 17-year-old Yorkie who has a back leg that drags is home, thank god. Some teenage thugs managed to steal him from a garage sale his owner was having. They stopped by to ask if any guns were being sold. Guns at a garage sale? Kee-reist, get real! They spotted the Yorkie and one of them was heard to say, “those dogs are worth a thousand dollars.” Or something like that. Next thing, the dog was missing. Two women saw said thugs TOSSING HIM BACK AND FORTH as they walked down the street. They retrieved the dog by threatening to call the police and he is now safely home. Who are these kids and where are their parents? What is wrong with people that treat aminals like that and let their kids grow up to do the same?
  • Laptops and wireless connections in the classroom? Why is this a problem? Students surf the Internet instead of listening to the lecture? Some of my favorite instructors IN THE INTERNET PROFESSIONAL PROGRAM have a unique way of solving this problem. They announce during the first class — in no uncertain terms — that any use of computers (or other electronic devices) during the lecture is VERBOTEN! And then, when some poor, misguided student forgets the rule, they are REPRIMANDED! Hello? Kids, you are in school to listen to the teacher, fer Kee-reist. You are PAYING to listen to the lecture. Or someone is PAYING FOR YOU! By far, a large majority of teachers are dedicated to teaching and KNOW MORE THAN YOU DO! Put the blasted computer (or whatever) away and listen. I promise you that if you survive to get into the advanced classes in your program and you present yourself as an active, engaged learner, those same teachers will relax those rules. Just a bit. Like tonight when we were looking at the State of MI portal website and we encountered “wigglers” (say what?) and I knew it was okay with the prof if I googled “wigglers.” You prob’ly don’t want to ask. 😉
  • I am conflicted about the whole thing about prospective employers going out to myspace and facebook profiles to aid in their decision about whether or not to hire someone. On one hand, I have heard of some really egregiously awful (not to mention incredibly stupid) things being posted out there in the so-called Web 2.0 world of social networking. On the other hand, I do not see why a crazy picture of some drunk college students at a party should be cause to not hire. I will bet dollars that the same people perusing these sites have a few drunk party moments in their history. Do they really just want to hire only straight-laced, buttoned-down, Puritan-style folk? Kids are kids. Y’all were once kids. Don’t forget that.
  • I am sick of driving around this town. I can handle the old folks who are not as quick as they once were. I can handle the truck drivers trying to navigate sometimes impossibly tight turns. I cannot handle the perfectly coiffed bottle blonde airhead soccer mom types cutting me off in HUGE SUVs while they blather on and on and on and on to, well I dunno who, on their blasted cell phones. HANG UP THE BLASTED PHONE AND DRIVE! And teach your beeyootyful bottle blonde airhead daughters to refrain from putting on makeup while they’re driving, fer kee-reist! That came from a story about an area sheriff who came upon three (!!!) teenage sisters dead in an accident and cosmetic products scattered everywhere. And this post is related to a comment I made on Sam’s blahg, Wednesday, Oct. 3rd.

I love my Thursday night class and I had a great time. But sigh.

One Response to “Kill ’em all and let god sort ’em out.”

  1. Sam Says:

    You’re not going to believe this (okay, I know you know I wouldn’t lie or fib on this or in this space), but I once bought a shotgun at a yardsale. Years ago in another life. Happy Friday (it’s almost here!)!