I spent the better part of yesterday writing, rewriting, agonizing over, editing and rewriting again, a long dissertation about the recent North Miami Beach Sanitation Workshop regarding the outsourcing of the sanitation department.
Then I trashed it.
I figured if I was that disinterested in my own opinion, none of my readers would care, either. I may have to revisit the issue if and when the subject is brought up again, but I hope not. When the Mayor asked me if I supported outsourcing, I told him that it wasn’t something I particularly wanted to discuss. I’m pretty sure most people in NMB aren’t interested in talking about garbage, either, as long as theirs is hauled away and they don’t have to pay more than they already do for the privilege.
To take it a step further, I’d venture a guess that at least 90% of the residents in North Miami Beach – you know, the ones who don’t vote anyway – have no clue what goes on at City Hall, who their representatives are, what the term “legislation” means, or any of the other stuff that the proverbial Same Ten People, a/k/a STPs, care about. While the vast majority of the general population is either unconcerned, apathetic, or both, about our local government, the STPs care so intensely about every single thing that happens inside our five square miles of real estate that I’m convinced they lie awake all night long trying to come up with new ideas about running the city, without having to actually run for office.
Not me. I have no desire to either run the city or run for office. I’d rather sit back, watch the show and write about it if I feel inclined. As for the topic of garbage, no matter how hard I try to work up the enthusiasm to write about it, I am so not inclined. It’s just not happening. I give up.
I’d much rather write about something that does enthuse and amuse me, such as making fun of the spelling- and grammar-challenged among us. The best part about being a Grammar Nerd is that there is never a shortage of samples to critique. It’s even more fun when I discover fellow Grammar Nerds who also enjoy messing with idiots.
My hero of the day is an anonymous teacher who received a rude letter, riddled with grammatical errors, from a high school senior who appeared to be suffering from a severe case of Senior-itis. There is no other explanation, or excuse, for the F-bombs and insults he hurled, or the fact that he posted the letter on his teacher’s door.
The teacher, who hilariously red-penciled the letter, is obviously blessed with an admirably keen sense of humor. After she tore his essay to shreds, she re-posted the letter back on her door in full view of the entire student body.
Almost as funny as the teacher’s critique is a column by Conner Toole entited, Senior Looks Stupid When Teacher Edits The ‘F*ck You’ Letter He Posted On Her Door. He praised the teacher’s rebuttal, and added his own fabulously snarky comments:
“Of course, I do have some issues with the overly pedantic nature of the corrections. Granted, if a student left me an error-ridden note telling me to f*ck off, I probably would have done the same thing, but some of these corrections seemed a bit unnecessary.
Conjunctions at the beginning of a sentence are all the rage in modern grammar, and formal writing should include profanities whenever possible.”
Amen to that!
“Spreading the Wealth”