One purpose of this blog – I, with all the power vested in me by the triumvirate of WordPress, the United States Constitution, and a group of overly zealous folks who wish they’d been born in 1755 that call themselves the ACLU, have decided – is to serve as a cache of astounding (for their awkwardness), awe-inspiring (for their absurdity), and alliterative (for their, well, aural aff…effects: damn) quotes. And with that contrived preface, here we go with perhaps the greatest comment on a class evaluation I’ve read since “IT WAS JAMESTOWN, MOTHERF*CKER.” (courtesy of OrgTheory’s Kieran):
“Don’t insult the Scottish. We may not have preserved the written word during the Dark Ages but we are a proud people none the less.”
I’m really glad Scottish-American nationalism hasn’t risen to the levels of those Aberdeen OG’s. I mean beating up a little kid, okay, I get it, the punk deserved it, but a disabled guy to boot? God, do I hate identity politics. Granted, not so much as to surrender the Calzones, Tikka Masala, and Thai brunch that come with it. But, then again, what exactly constitutes Scottish cuisine?
1 Comment
June 13, 2007 at 12:23 pm
a deeply satisfying post, dear friend. I humbly offer an enlightening (albeit cumbersome) addendum to your pithy ACLU reference:
According to wikipedia, whose infallibility can best be expressed in inequality form (dan rather