Colleges have more smart people--and also more idiots--than the general population.

What have I been doing? Nothing. And everything. Work and school consume my life, and when the weekend comes, I always think I'll write a blog, but I never do. I don't even do the things I SHOULD be doing, like homework.

No.

I sit on the couch and drool.

When I'm overwhelmed, I seize up. Shut down. Check out. Stall.

I just sit in one spot and thing about all the things I should be doing.

I did not watch the debate. I was not lying when I said that I was over that shit. Unless one of these candidates dies, walks on water, or becomes embroiled in some scandal involving behavior more disgusting than politics (short of pedophilia, it's tough to do), my mind is made up.

The economy? I'm siding with Obama:

"Meh. I'll talk about it when it's over."

I've got a government job. When the socialists take over, all I have to do is keep a low profile so they don't hang me and my craaaazy free market ideals for treason.

Fucking bastards.

I already can't tell my coworkers about my conservative lean. Not at a University. No way, Jose. I love that this institution--this supposed bastion of liberal, open exchange and tolerance--is one of the most severely ideologically segregated and, ultimately, oppressive intellectual environments to be found anywhere, save, maybe, a KKK rally.

Living in a communist country can't be all that different.

So I'll be fine. Most politicians, however, will be executed...not the priority ones, really...but a start is a start. You know what they say about beggars and choosers.

My classes are awful.

My lit class is full of undergrads run wild. The grad student teacher has no control over the class and discussions last fully two hours, featuring such razor-sharp insight as:

"Well, I know if I were in the author's position, I would be upset."

Sympathy, to the best of my knowledge, is not a literary device, theory, or analytical method, but shit.

Maybe they changed things since last spring.

There are more characters in this class. A fellow who called the indignant rants of De las Casas "fact" which he would have "no reason to fabricate." A girl from Alaska who can never shut up about how "America" doesn't apply to Alaskans. A humorless, beady-eyed music snob who seems to take every ounce of her analytical theory from Gloria Steinem and some loose consortium of other third-wave feminists who, if amassed, would look very much like the "Womanist" group from the movie PCU.

...this penis party's got to go, hey hey! ho ho!


I think I'll keep it to one class next semester.