Today we have some entertainment. And some humor, too. Just try not to think about that this idiot can vote.
The Place: University of North Dakota
The Person: Heidi Czerwiec, Professor of English (Ed: that explains a lot right there)
The Situation: The good Professor looks up from her computer and sees a pair of ROTC students on a training exercise, all camo’d out and carrying training weapons.
Her reaction? She shakes her head at nearly grown men playing soldiers and goes back to work. Hah! Wrong! She completely loses her sh!t and dials 911. You cannot tell me you’re surprised at this, right? RIGHT?
I could go on about this individual, but as the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words, so here is her ‘About’ page (Smugness and pretension ahead! You have been warned!): http://www.heidiczerwiec.com/about.html NB: I have not looked any further, as I intend on eating sometime today.
Now, you or I, had we somehow missed the part that ROTC is to be found on nearly every college campus, would have gotten kinda sheepish when the 911 operator informed us that this was a normal ROTC exercise. Maybe even apologized for overreacting and wasting the operator’s time. That’s you or me, but we’re not Professors of English at the University of North Dakota, no sirree! She goes and writes a letter to the local news organ to express her shock and outrage:
You really should read the whole thing, as there is hilarity to be found in nearly every sentence. I’m going to excerpt some of the highlights so I can make fun of her.
I look up from my office computer to see two figures in camo with guns outside my window. My first thought is for my students’ and my safety: I grab my phone, crawl under my desk and call 911. The dispatcher keeps me on the line until someone can see if ROTC is doing maneuvers.
I can barely talk—first, with fear, and then with rage when the dispatcher reports back that yes, in fact, I’ve probably just seen ROTC cadets, though they’re going to send an officer to check because no one has cleared it with them. They thank me for reporting it.
I’m sure that any time you’ve been responsible for minors, or in some other in loco parentis situation, the very first thing you did when seeing a potential threat was to crawl under the nearest piece of furniture. Sure you did.
A few minutes later, a university officer calls me back—not to reassure me, but to scold me for calling 911. He says ROTC has permission to do this exercise. When I tell him that this was news to 911 and that they encouraged me to call whenever I see a gun on campus, he seems surprised.
He also tells me that ROTC will be doing these exercises for the next couple weeks.
So I reply that I guess I’ll be calling 911 for the next couple weeks—and I will. Every time.
Because Muh Feelz overrides common sense and the gratuitous use of public resources? Puh-leeze. She goes on to cite “tensions” on campus. Now, it’s been awhile since I was at university, but when I was there, the worst thing I had to deal with was the small group of extremely polite students camped out by the door to the food court protesting the Shah. Oh, and the campus cops looking for any reason to issue a parking ticket. Or wondering if I should ask out somebody.
So from now on, the University will let everyone know when a TX is going to happen, to include a personal alert just for Professor Snowflake. Sheesh.
In case that wasn’t enough snark for you, here’s the take from a milblogger: