Thinkin', when the whole world would rather burn

A sign of just how far we've gone off the rails.



"'It was not my intention for anyone to be threatened but they do and I have to take responsibility and I do,' said embattled teacher Catherine Ariemma.

The Dahlonega history appeared on Good Day Xtra Tuesday morning to address a controversial incident that has placed her at the center of a media firestorm.

Ariemma was placed on administrative leave after allowing for students to wear mock Ku Klux Klan outfits as part of a high school history class project. Ariemma says the costumed students were taking part in a reenactment about the history of racism. Some black students in the lunchroom became upset when they saw the students walking through the cafeteria in the outfits.

Ariemma says she was escorting the students [sic] wearing sheets and didn't realize lunch was in session.

'That was the mistake, in that there were a lot of students in there who were not going to hear that this was a class project, so they saw something and took it out of context, and of course they had no way of knowing-- they had no way of knowing,' said Ariemma."

The person being villified, here, is the one person talking any real sense.

Why?

Because she's thinking. When the whole world is reacting. Constantly.

And confusing it with making any damn sense, at all.

What he said

The one market where journalists would scream bloody murder if the government intervened.

Please, Don't Save Us

Least something's still free in America. 'Less you count Betty White and that love muffin.

Suspense, and all that

You know what would really impress me with the President and this whole oil spill, right now?

Obama fried in oil

If he came on televison, leaned against the lecturn, and said something along these lines:

"Howdy folks. My fellow Americans. And all the rest of you scoundrels out there, too.

I don't know if you've heard about this situation we got with oil and the Gulf of Mexico, and all that, right now. But it's a God awful mess, as you may have heard. And I reckoned I might come by and share a few thoughts with you folks about what's happening and what folks are doin' about it.

There's, essentially, two groups of people, right now, you understand, working on cleaning up this mess. BP. Which has really been fixin' on pluggin' this hole pretty much non-stop, since it bust. And me and my people. Who are doin' everything we can to help the folks doin' the fixin'.

Everybody else, for the most part, is engaged in a whole other activity all-together.

It's called bitchin'. You may have heard of it.

Most of these folks are bitchin' about something for which they have about zero plans to actually doing anything that might resemble heavy lifting. But constantly moanin' about how slow the muscle-bound folks are heavin' up the bar.

It's gotten a bit ridiculous, these days, is the truth. On most things. Not just this mess. Because not only are these good, decent Americans not really helping matters. They're kinda in the way, is the truth. Because they're just makin' it that much harder for folks actually doin' the work to concentrate on doing their job. And they could use all the mental energy they could get their hands on, these days, as you can imagine.

So my suggestion for folks is this:

Chill the fuck out. Go watch some Karate Kid.

Let folks doing the heavy lifting do the job. If you have some decent, solid suggestions for things that might do some actual good, send 'em our way. They might come in handy. But, if not. Maybe think about takin' a chill pill and either get out of the way. Or get used to being ignored. Either one will do just fine. But getting out of the way or actually doin' some tangible good, might work better for everyone involved. Including you. And all those delicious gulf shrimpies everyone's concerned about. And anyone who might actually give a hoot about getting things turned around.

Thanks for your attention, folks. And make sure not to kill the suspense and go tellin' me if that kid wins or not, this time around. I'll check it out at the drive-in soon 'nuf. Though I'm pretty sure the kid pulls it out in the end."

But that would be far too sensible for these times, obviously.

So, in lieu of something more sensible, I'm gonna follow some World Cup and hope it all doesn't come crashin' down in the end. The world, that is. I never know how this thing ends. Suspense is killin' me.