The sun shone, birds sang, squirrels attacked a cat nesting on the Compound's fence, and the cat won. All was right with the world, so I went for a ramble after morning prayer.
Past the broken down shacks behind Tarleton House, past the flotsam and debris of Biden's America and into the comparative sanity of the local High's "discipline school."
Dicipline School? It used to be a bakery and sounds ferocious. Like, maybe, Prussian BCT, but it's just where malfeasant teens go to pass high school. The kids have to wear khakis and a polo, a veritable uniform, and they're not allowed to talk in class unless it's requested, either, and their performance or miserable lack thereof is monitored daily. Good heavens.
Sounds a bit like school, which puts the normal ISD carry-on in perspective. Whatever, I know all this because the SPC attended this hallowed hall of academe before embarking on a career of military adventure. He's enrolled in college now, partly thanks to the DS. Thanks, teachers.
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Some folks get the luck. Our donkey guv, who one 9 of 105 counties, is a true believer in face diapers. We're stuck with her until next year anyway.
Waylon did a song about you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--XdhfJKjEk
Jim, I should have linked THAT song instead of the useless and coke-ridden Allman Bros... what a great version.
And hey, time for civil disobedience, eh? To the face diapers. FFS. Come back MLK, all is forgiven.
Just thought of another. Here's a Steve Young cover of an old Hank Williams tune. Great version.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4EFfbpDdio
Time hasn't been particularly kind to Hillsboro.
Secession is the only way. Divorcing mental disease is the only way out.
Nice one, Jim.
LL, the town took a big hit when our loyal patriotic businessmen decided to offshore cotton. Saying that, the place is picking up a bit, which is good.
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