There’s a “special” school in St. Louis County. Its seniors graduated on last Friday. How sad it must be for those kids. They’re not graduating from the district’s “normal” schools with their peers. For various reasons, they’ve been relegated to a school for misfits. Seeing the building makes the bad feelings worse. It’s a former grade school, crammed inconveniently behind a bank and a Taco Bell. Its Eisenhower era architecture stands out amidst its Mortgage Boom surroundings like a dandelion on golf course. And the high school kids—some in their early 20s—appear freakishly large in the building. The clown car impression intensifies inside the gymnasium. Its small, undersized basketball court barely holds the families of sixty or so graduates. The scene was such a contrast for me. I graduated with almost 600 other kids. Of them, I knew only a small percentage, really. At my high school graduation in the cavernous Cathedral Basilica of St.
The mood in the country is gay Each year on the 12th of May; The whiskey is running For linguists so cunning On this, National Lim’rick Day.
Politics creates incentives to shout, “we lost.” That’s why after every great debate, both sides rush to claim defeat. Defeats help fire up the emotional base. Screaming, “We’re behind,” helps fundraising. Here’s why claiming defeat isn’t such a great idea: most people who listen to you are not your base. Nor or they your opponents. Most people listening are concerned people trying to decide which side’s right and which side’s wrong. When you declare yourself the winner, some will agree, some won’t. When you declare defeat, everyone will agree with you. Claim defeat often enough, and people will just call you a loser.