Good Morning Gentle Readers,
My kids made parole. As of the end of next week, School's Out! Not exactly for summer, because we're year round. The House Blond starts fifth grade right after Independence Day and Jake starts Junior High on or about his twelfth birthday.
Just like a little kid myself, I been toe tappin' around the Casa, humming no more pen-sills, no more booooks-ah.....
That's from the GOP's token psuedo-drag queen Addams Family makeup queen and bad boy shock rocker Alice Cooper's wildly popular rock standard that's been adopted by succeeding generations of adolescents yearning to be free of the chalkboard yoke.
It occurs to me that by modern standards, this guy is a fargin' terrorist. I mean, look at these lyrics:
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
Emphasis mine. But can we be too careful? What would happen to a seventh grader running through the halls on the last day of school, not singing, but gleefully shouting....
Not sure, but if you are horseplaying on a school bus, tossing around a kitchen timer in a game of hot potato, and somebody jokes that it's a bomb, you will be expelled. Or, if you make a crude drawing of something that looks like a gun, you will be expelled. Or if you accidentally bring a butter knife to school, you will be expelled.
Head implosion? Boy Howdy, you shoulda seen it when the House Blond brought a plastic replica of a rifle to school. Teacher's request. A prop for the kid playing Daniel Boone in the school play about the westward movement of America. Daniel Boone DID carry a rifle, didn't he?
Later, in the office retrieving the offending item: Good grief, Ma'am, it's not like someone just handed you a live grenade with the pin pulled. Handling it gingerly doesn't make it less likely that a toy rifle is going to explode and take the admin office out with it.
Mrs TWC was right about sending the kid to school with a toy gun when she observed that this isn't going to go well.
Alice Cooper was inspired to write his terrorist screed by.....
.....the last three minutes of the last day of school when you're sitting there and it's like a slow fuse burning. If we can catch that three minutes in a song, it's going to be so big.
He was right.
If you can't see the vid, it's here.
Can't salute you, can't find a flag......
As Ever,
TWC
