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Night stalker. Lone gunman. Skin walker. Rogue agent. Shape shifter. Knight Templar. Mad scientist. Defender of the downtrodden. Closet Jungian.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Soldiers of Tomorrow

This is my school: I was teaching my Human Sex this morning and the department secretary came into the class and interrupted my lecture. She announced, "I have a emergency message for Jane Cotter who's in your class: her daughter had an accident at school and has been taken to the emergency room." The problem was, there was no Jane Cotter enrolled in my class. There was a Jane, but her last name was Piccolo, not even close. The secretary left, and a few minutes later a security guy came into class and announced that Jane Cotter's daughter had had an accident and she needed to call a number to find out where the daughter was taken for treatment. I told HIM, no Jane Cotter is enrolled in my class. He looked bewildered. A few minutes more into lecture, back came the departmental secretary. She'd looked at the official roll for the Sex class and found out that Jane Cotter was in fact, Jane Cotter Piccolo. I looked at the class and said "She's not here." At this, one of the other students said, "That's because her daughter had an accident at school, and she went to be with her at the emergency room.

And with people like my students, the ones who elected Bush (twice), we're going to win the war on terrorism. It ain't gonna happen.