It’s the end of the world as we know it, apparently.
UNC hoops coach wonders: ‘How can you go any lower?’
North Carolina coach Roy Williams can’t fathom what else could go wrong for the unranked and struggling Tar Heels after Virginia handed UNC its worst home loss since 2003 on Sunday.
“How can you go any lower?” Williams asked after the game, according to The Charlotte Observer. “Be honest: How can it be any worse than it is right now?” Continue reading “Roy Williams Needs to Drink a Nice, Tall Glass of Shut the Hell Up Juice”
Something wicked this way comes.
There are a number of problems with these assertions, not the least of which is that when Saudi terrorists started flying hijacked jets into large buildings on September 11, 2001, George W. Bush had been president of the United States for the better part of eight months. The lapses in memory noted above are all striking, but especially so in the case of Giuliani, who was, from September 11 until he dropped out of the presidential race on January 30, 2008 (a span of roughly 2,332 days, if my math is accurate), unable to say so much as “hello” without somehow shoehorning “9/11” into the conversation. Continue reading “9/11 happened on Obama’s watch! GOP noise machine already hard at work on the history books of the future”
I come from a family background that was conflicted on the question of education. On the one hand, my grandparents (who raised me from the time I was three) realized that whatever hope I was to have of a better life than they’d had hinged on school. As such, there was never a moment in my life, once I was old enough to grasp the concept of what school was, when I didn’t simply assume that I’d go to college.
Growing up, I understood that learning came first. My grandmother taught me to read when I was four, and by the time I entered first grade I was reading on the fourth grade level, at least. My grandfather taught me math, and when I was five I could do fairly complicated problem strings that included long division. If there was homework to do, that came before play, and it was made clear that if my grades ever slipped, I wouldn’t be allowed to play sports at all. If I made an A they were happy. If I made an A- they were rather pointed in wanting to know what had gone wrong. Bs were unacceptable, and if I’d made a C I simply wouldn’t have gone home. Continue reading “Is a GED better than a PhD?”