March 30, 2003

Darkness at noon

These, my friends, my darling souls
They are, they are the frozen ones...
*

Then again, it could be even worse. I could have someone like this oxygen-wasting asscake to look forward to seeing behind the lectern two or three times a week. Imagine going to class knowing that your professor thinks you should die because you are a citizen of the country that has given him a home. Or perhaps even birthed him -- I have no idea where this De Genova character comes from -- Mordor? Uranus? Mongo? -- nor do I care. His eventual destination is the one that waits for us all so that is some comfort.

I forgot: excellent commentary on Professor Asscake by Diane at Letter from Gotham, Cato the Youngest, and Dipnut. These aren't the only ones who have had their say about Mr. "One Million Mogadishus," just the ones I liked the best so far.

*There's nuthin' like defunct goth bands as a soundtrack for one's pretentious musings.

Posted by Andrea Harris at March 30, 2003 12:27 AM
Comments

Damned if I can remember the first site I saw it on, but someone pointed out that this guy really has it in for Muslims, since the ratio of Somali dead to American dead in Mogadishu was 1000 to 18.

Posted by: Ken Summers at March 30, 2003 at 11:01 AM

The moral of De Genova's life story is, "When you flush, hold the lever down until it's all gone."

Posted by: Kevin McGehee at March 30, 2003 at 01:52 PM