I'm a little busy for a proper send-off--so far, I've gotten about two or three papers graded, and of those, the best has been a B that required quite a bit of feedback. The worst? An F. The poor student wrote the paper by the rules of African-American Vernacular English (otherwise known as Ebonics), instead of American Standard English. So that student's teachers can fuck the fucking fuckety fuck off--with the standard cricket bat coated in broken glass with a nice battery acid lubricant--for serving them so very poorly because they're black and obviously won't be able to learn any better, so why bother? Fuck that shit--I could tell by the ideas behind the paper that the student's intelligence was well above average.
Islamofacism can fuck off with a napalm coated ICBM jammed into its collective prostate. Kill our ambassadors, will you...
And finally, our state department can fuck off so hard that eighteen generations of the descendants of the ones who were FUCKING fully FUCKING aware that there were fucking security breaches fucking endangering our fucking diplomatic staff.
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