It’s best if we never speak of this abomination of a week again.
In fact, I barely even want to discuss all of the fucked up shit happening in the world at the moment, because we already know which way the compass is pointing. Look at the sidebar – we’ve been at ROMAN HOLIDAY for weeks. I’ve been way behind on updating the Dead Bankers, because they’ve been dropping like flies. We’re approaching 100 at this point, I just haven’t had the time to go back through my data and pull them out.
Although an incredibly awful thing happened at a college in Oregon yesterday. Three handguns and an AR-15 rifle massacred a couple of dozen people all by themselves, with no human animus whatsoever. It was the damnedest thing.
Beyond that, it’s still hot as all Hell around here, and I’m ready for all of the fall weather that the consumer trappings in all the stores has been prepping me for since the Fourth of July. No sign of it yet.
I heard tell of an interesting college out here in California where, instead of a community college for the first two years, you go live and work on a cattle ranch out in Death Valley. Down time is spent in class with your professors, who also work the ranch. After two years, you transfer out with an associate’s degree and the general ed requirements complete, and you haven’t had to pay a dime because your labor on the ranch settled your tuition.
Of course, I still think just going to work on a cattle ranch would be a better idea overall, but I think this college’s model will be replicated in an array of fields until, spoiler alert, we’re right back where we started with the apprentice model of trade acclimation.
I’m knocking the fuck off early. Fuck the day, fuck the week. Get ‘em in and have a bitchin’ weekend.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Albert Productions | 1976