Gordo's Brain!

Too bad it doesn’t exist any more.

You may have heard the outrageous story last week about a school vice-principal wetting his pants in terror and calling the bomb squad upon seeing an 11-year-old student’s electronic project? No, I’m not kidding. At a so-called technology magnet school. That’s bad enough, but the kid and his parents are now supposed to get “counselling” for, presumably, daring to let their child think for himself and experiment.

Murilee Martin posted a wonderful reminiscence of a prank that he pulled in high school that amounted to much the same effect: bomb squad and evacuated school. But for a notable exception:

The difference, of course, is that my ridiculous bomb-squad-triggering, school-evacuating experience took place in 1983, before a handful of religious-gibberish-spouting Middle Eastern whackjobs somehow managed to transform the most powerful nation on earth into an asylum full of cringing, paranoid pants-wetters. So, rather than being the event that defined my life from that day forward- as it will be for this poor fucked-for-life 11-year-old in San Diego- it’s simply a mildly amusing story that I’d nearly forgotten.

Read on.

I shudder to think what would happen if either of my boys got up to the mischief that my friends and I did. School suspension, surely. Criminal records would be very likely as well. What a boring shit-hole the 21st Century has become. We were supposed to have flying cars by now. Instead, we have police departments freaking out about glowing signs and harassing people and confiscating cameras for the simple act of taking a few pictures. Sheesh.

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