Too Stupid for Words category archive
From the resident curmudgeon at my local rag.
I seldom agree with her, but this is one of the exceptions. It’s a case where her curmudgeonly talents are well employed.
For the crime of being boys.
On Friday, these two 7-year-olds pointed pencils at each other and made shooting noises. By doing so, they triggered Suffolk’s Code Hysteria and automatically were bounced from school for two days.
She comes perilously close to implying that this is somehow akin to a desire for rational gun regulations, but stops just short.
She reports that Suffolk officials were, as they say, unavailable for comment.
Suffolk is where peanuts come from (and far better than the peanuts from Georgia!). The peanuts seem to have cross-fertilized the brains of the school administration.
Read the rest.
Suffolk is “reconsidering” the policy.
Oddly, “reconsidering” implies that “considering” had previously occurred.
Yesterday, as I drew up to a red light (Ferry Plantation and Haygood, if you must know), I noticed that the gentleman in the car in the left lane, also still moving, was looking down at his cell phone, which he was holding in both hands.
He somehow managed to stay in his lane and come to a stop.
It was creepy, but it was nothing like this.
Kids do stupid stuff.
I certainly did. To outward appearances, I was a well-behaved kid, but I was quite the surreptitious smartass.
I think that stealing a stop sign and dumping it in a deputy sheriff’s front yard for all to see would fall into the category of “stupid stuff,” even if the deputy was more qualified to be a bozo than a deputy and the disrespect was well-deserved.
But I did it under cover of darkness, stealthily, late at night, anonymously.
(Embarrassed, he remounted the sign to the post with roofing nails–roofing nails, for Pete’s sake. The intersection was not 15 yards from his house. The next night, we re-stole it and re-dumped it in his front yard.)
I must say, though, I never did stupid sexual stuff. Oh, I wanted to,* but I was not part of that crowd.
Now kids do stupid sexual stuff on the internet, where you can’t hide and it doesn’t go away.
Remember, the internet is a public place.
I can find you.
Anyone can find you.
*That’s the dirty little grown-up secret that grown-ups don’t want their kids to know.
They wanted to.
That’s why they know what their kids want and don’t want them to.
Instead of a status update, a poke(y).
Walmart cashier Beshaw Ogbanna thought he had outsmarted his bosses at the Haynes Bridge Road store in Alpharetta, employing an unsophisticated sleight of hand to pocket $20 bills from his register, according to police.
But investigators say he got greedy, stealing $3,100 over a span of five days. Then, police allege, Ogbanna got cute, posting photos of himself on Facebook holding up the money and writing how he loved his job.
The girls, both 16, had been confined to juvenile detention since one turned herself in and the other was arrested March 18.
Girls defending rapists.
No self-awareness. None whatsoever.
If you want to understand what happened in Steubenvile, you can start with than this:
A New York City man flying cross country with his 12-year-old son allegedly put his hand underneath the skirt of a sleeping female passenger and massaged her thigh, an act he later defended by telling the victim, “It’s not like I molested you. It’s not like I stuck my finger in your pussy or grabbed your tits.
If you can’t play by the rules, change the rules.
Later this month members of Mid Devon district council’s cabinet will discuss formally banning the pesky little punctuation marks from its (no apostrophe needed) street signs, apparently to avoid “confusion”.
The news of the Tory-controlled council’s (apostrophe required) decision provoked howls of condemnation on Friday from champions of plain English, fans of grammar, and politicians. Even the government felt the need to join the campaign to save the apostrophe.
It is not surprising that the Tory (that is, English conservative) party would exercise such
Sherlockian Watsonian logic.
At Columbia University in New York, students are envious of higher-scoring classmates – and obsessed with sex. At the University of Nebraska, roommates are a big complaint. And students are obsessed with sex. At UC Berkeley, students waste little time vexing about scores or roommates. They’re too obsessed with sex.
Revelations like these are found on Facebook “confession” pages springing up across the country, the 21st century equivalent of the college dorm’s bathroom wall: public, anonymous and the perfect listening post for the obsessions of your hot little heart.
Follow the link to learn about San Francisco State’s efforts to get the one about it taken down, because branding!.
Wait for the sequel, because First Amendment! which does not have a because stupid! exemption.