Fucking guy sends me the professor’s email with her snotty comments right there in the middle of. I could have done without it, okay? Buddy, we’re on the same team, but yeah, you know, show some awareness. A little awareness. Don’t send along somebody’s disgruntled outburst, we got to be professional.
And she wound up using the edits! I read through the paper and there they are, like three-quarters of them. In the paper as a whole, 95 percent of my changes. In the section where she says I got it all wrong, 75 percent. She said she wasn’t accepting the changes even though actually she had. Sheer petulance. I write her paper and she then has her outburst so she can feel better.
Because of me the section where I was supposedly so wrong is now saying what it has to say. Because of me the article’s now a collection of sentences and not a toppling flood of word-pudding. Maybe the professor has some neurological excuse. Otherwise her writing’s a sign of faulty character. Anyone who’s literate, adult, and non-handicapped can write a coherent sentence. But only if they make that choice. She didn’t. There’s the sort of fool who thinks a sentence must be good because their fingers were moving so fast when they typed it. Is the professor this sort of dope? I don’t know, but she might as well be.
Please, you presumptuous dullards, keep the subject not too far from the sentence’s beginning, keep the verb carefully near the subject, keep the object somewhere within sight of subject and verb. Remind yourself that somebody will have to read your sentence and understand it; then remind yourself again and again until you start remembering. Finally, be willing to shut up sooner and not later.
Faith Corner. Believers and non-believers have always had a slim band of common ground, namely that anyone saying they’re Jesus is a nut. Those believers who strayed from that premise were considered lunatics and blasphemers by the rest of the believers, and that reassured the general population. How disturbing to see this norm challenged!
Caligula knocked the head off Zeus’ statue and had a new face put up there, one that looked like Caligula. Now Donald Trump’s reposted somebody’s AI calendar art and it shows a hulking Trump wearing New Testament robes and healing a sick man; the healing’s done by glowing light that clings to Trump’s apparently sacred hands. Three years ago the Trump campaign stole the big speech from Air and used it in a commercial about how great Trump was. In Air the speech was addressed to Michael Jordan and was ragingly over the top (“Everyone will be forgotten as soon as our time here is up. Except for you”). Applied to Trump it became grotesque, and so is New Testament Trump.
Whether or not Jesus and/or Zeus exist, they’re supposed to be more than human. A president who stakes a claim like this is really getting above himself and that’s a menacing thing for a president to do.