when the status quo frustrates.

Civilized human beings

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

Another day of SPP talks and protests, another mindboggling quote from CCCE president Thomas D’Aquino. In reference to the protesters’ displeasure at the fact that elected representatives and the public aren’t being consulted on the SPP, he said:

I do not say to myself, ‘If I don’t get an hour with the prime minister in the next six months, I’m going to go out and protest and reject the system outright. I don’t do that because civilized human beings — those who believe in democracy — don’t do that.

One might argue that civilized human beings who believe in democracy don’t sign away national sovereignty in closed-door meetings. At the teach-in last Sunday, Michael Byers, one of the panelists, gave a shout-out to the cops who were no doubt in the audience, mentioning that unlike the leaders in Montebello, our meetings are open, and we have nothing to hide. I found it interesting that representatives of all major Canadian parties except the Conservatives attended the teach-in. Even the relatively right-wing Liberals, who held power when the SPP talks began, seem to feel a bit queasy at the direction that the discussion is taking.

In a functional democracy, protest is not simply a right. It’s a duty. This wouldn’t occur to someone like D’Aquino, who gets an hour with the Prime Minister whenever he wants, as well as more input into decision-making than politicians get. But his comments highlight something that I kept pondering as I marched beside anarchists, communists, social democrats, liberals, trade unionists, members of various targeted and racialized communities, and whack-job conspiracy theorists. Despite the earnestness of the demonstrators, despite the fact that many of us are stridently anti-capitalist and “reject the system outright”; the collective demands themselves are not radical. They aren’t even really reformist. They’re the sorts of things that we’re taught in high school civics class to be intrinsic to democracy and civil society: Stop meeting in secret. Debate policy in Parliament; that’s what it’s for. Consult the public.

That these demands, in the current political climate, are considered controversial at all is a damning indictment of how far we’ve drifted in the direction of oligarchy. The revolution we need looks more like the one of 1789 than of 1917.

Speaking of civility, check out this video from yesterday’s protest (hat-tip to Ariel):

Dave Coles, president of the Communications, Energy and Paperworkers Union, manages to stop a protester from throwing rocks in the family-friendly “green zone.” It seems that the “protester” is actually a cop or provocateur: Unlike when demonstrators normally get arrested, the cops don’t beat him, and while he scuffles with the other protesters who try to hold him back, he doesn’t struggle with the police at all. The other anarchists don’t seem to know him and don’t try to protect him or object to his arrest. He’s led quietly behind police lines. No word yet on who he is or whether he’s one of the handful of arrests (I’m guessing not).

Conclusion: Cop, sent to stir things up, discredit the demonstrators, and justify a police crackdown. It doesn’t seem to have worked, though. Remind me who the civilized ones are, again?

Quite important but frankly quite boring

Monday, August 20th, 2007

Ottawa SPP protest
I have a lot more photos from the protest here, so check them out.

The media can’t really explain it. The governments of three countries have been very vague about it, to the point where most elected representatives don’t know what it is. And yet, some people seem rather upset about it.

Until a few days ago, when mass protests around the Three Amigos’ summit in Montebello, Québec, forced the media to pay a bit of attention, most people in the three affected countries had not heard of the Security and Prosperity Partnership (SPP). Even the alternative media and the blogosphere is suspiciously quiet—probably because it’s hard to both find information about the issue and to explain it in the convenient soundbytes and talking points to which we’re all accustomed. Thomas D’Aquino, of the Canadian Council of Chief Executives, describes the content of the talks (which have been taking place for the last two years) as: “quite important but frankly quite boring.”

We wouldn’t want to bore the people whose lives are likely to be radically changed by this thing. That’s why you’re not being consulted—in fact, your elected representatives aren’t even being consulted. Only the top military brass, corporate elite, and national leaders need to be concerned. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. After all, don’t they always have your best interests at heart?

This is why I don’t believe in most conspiracy theories, incidentally. There’s no need for them. If your leaders are planning something distasteful for you—say, treaties or agreements that would attack your health and environment, strip what little labour protection you currently enjoy, curtail your freedom of movement, and embroil you in illegal wars—they don’t need to invent elaborate means to hide it from you. They can simply bury the issues in alphabet soup, discuss their plans in remote locations, and tell you that it’s too boring for you to need to read about.

Anyway, the 5,000 or so people who converged in Ottawa yesterday evidently didn’t find the subject boring at all. I was there, participating in the rally, march, and teach-in meant to tell the world about what’s going on today and tomorrow in Montebello. I was terribly impressed at the ability of the organizing groups—particularly the Council of Canadians—to accomplish what our media and politicians couldn’t do; namely, explain what the SPP is and why we should all care.
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I’d save even more if they’d let me buy by the pound.

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

Two classes outside my major department* and already I’ve spent $250. Thank God for the internets, because at the bookstore I’d be looking at something closer to $400.

I just hope that second class doesn’t get canceled.

*This is actually relevant. In my field my professors write their share of the textbooks, so well over half the time they just print notes out or post them on the intranet. I buy the hardcopy anyway when it’s available, but that means I’ve purchased 2 books the whole year. These classes in other departments require two books per class.

Yay!

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

I love this. How often is the father in a commercial the one clearing away the dishes and lecturing the kid about finishing their dinner, while the fun-loving mother acts like a child to get dessert? No doubt MRA types would see nothing in this but an affirmation that women are irresponsible and immature and indeed suck, but it’s a nice bit of variety anyway.

This is my job now

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

Been sparse offerings from ye olde punkass marc lately, I know. But I’ve been switching careers the last few months, which has been a *bit* hectic.

Now I make a short weekly fantasy football show. For a living.

Bet you weren’t expecting that one!

I know I’m not helping change the world here, and I have no doubt that football’s probably borderline-repulsive to many PAB readers, but getting a job directing/producing video is pretty darn rare. I felt I had to go for it.

For the curious, our premiere went up yesterday:

With luck, my PAB schedule should get more back to normal next week. And thanks to Kyso and Sabotabby for continuing to be Teh Awws0m.

Why the sky is blue and snow is white

Monday, August 13th, 2007

Sure, you can tell your kids that it’s a reflection off the ocean, but this will really get them to shut the hell up.

Both colors are a result of light scattering, or when light hits something that can reflect it back in many directions. This is the difference between a nicely polished mirror and a pile of crushed mirror dust. One gives you a nice reflection, the second is a glittery mess. The glittery mess is a result of the light scattering.

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A zillion tiny differences in the angle of incidence leads to scattering

The sky

The sky is blue due to a phenomena called Rayleigh scattering. Lord Rayleigh was an old school physicist who got a lot done, and gets many things named after him (his name also would have come up if anyone had cared to know how ink jet printers work, even though he lived and died ages before Canon Inkjets). Rayleigh scattering is an approximate description of how light gets scattered when it hits a small particle, say, nitrogen gas (N2). We’re talking small small, like so small that the wavelength of light (approx. 400-700 nm or 0.0000157 – 0.0000276 inches) matter, and matter a lot.

For unpolarized light (like from the sun) the intensity of light subject to Rayleigh scattering can be described by this equation, which I just stole from Wikipedia because it’s way cooler than the version I have in my notes:

I = I0*(1 + cos2(theta))/2R2 * (2pi/lambda)4*((n2-1)/(n2+2))*(d/2)

Where I0 is the original intensity, theta is the scattering, R is the distance to the particle, n is the refractive index, lambda is the wavelength in question, and d is the particle diameter. So for a particle of N2, I0, n and d are constant, cos2(theta) varies between 0 and 1, so that leaves us with R and lambda as variables of importance. I is inversely proportional to both, with I proportional to 1/R2 and 1/lambda4. The 1/R part tells you that the farther you are from the source (scattering particle) the weaker the light is. If I’m 1 unit away, I = AI0, where A is the rest of that shit. If I’m two units away, then I = (1/4)AI0. 3 units, I = (1/9)AI0 and so on. That’s pretty boring.

So let’s look at the other term: 1/lambda4, or 1/(lambda*lambda*lambda*lambda). That’s a lot of damn lambdas. The intensity really gets to feel every little change in lambda. If lambda = 1, then I = I0. But if lambda = 2, then I = (1/16)I0. Lambda should be measured in the same units as R and d (in fact, take a moment to notice that there is R2 and lambda4 dependence in the denominator, and d6 dependence in the numerator. If you measure R, lambda, and d in the same units, say meters, then you end up with meters^6/(meter^4*meters^2) = meters^6/meters^6 = unitless. The rest of the factors (cos(theta), n) are also unitless, because the whole mess is just a factor that reduces I0. If your units don’t cancel, then you turn I into I*m or something equally meaningless. The process of using units without numbers to make sure your answer will result in the proper form is called unit analysis, and is quite handy during exams when you’ve forgotten an equation).

Since I is proportional to lambda to the fourth power, any increase in lambda will result in a significant decrease in I. This means that longer wavelengths will scatter less than shorter, blue scatters more than red.

The snow

Snow is actually very simple compared to the sky. It’s got much more in common with our easily understood crushed mirror. Snow consists of snowflakes, which are crystals of ice with gaps of air. So a pile of snow is basically a skajillion bajillion umptillion fine icecubes with some space in between. We’ve already discussed, at great length, index of refraction, n. The ice has a larger n than the air, so the light will bend a decent amount as it passes through the many interfaces of air and ice.

So light hits a snow crystal, and some bounces off the top. But some goes through, and hits the other side, where it bounces off that, but some goes through and hits the next ice piece at a slightly different angle and bounces off of that, but some goes through and…you get the picture:

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A single ray of light bounces through some snowflakes, simplified picture. Obviously the first reflection is the brightest, and the next ones get significantly weaker. But that’s OK, because there’s more than enough incident light for all of our light scattering needs

The end result is a glowing, sparkling, uniform white.

That’ll learn ya to ask first

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

My roommates and I have a fairly liberal your-stuff-is-my-stuff policy that works fairly well outside of minor quibbles about food. Books are borrowed with abandon, other people’s clothes sometimes pop up in your clean laundry, and when we finally move out from each other untangling the DVDs is going to be a mess. So when RoommateA needed to cut his hair, he went and borrowed RoommateB’s hair trimmer.

He was returning it to the proper bathroom when RoommateB came home.

“Uh, that’s cool but you should know that I mostly use it to trim ‘myself’.”

Blank stare.

“Dude, my balls.”

It’s 3AM, I have $20, and I need a gallon of milk, a pet bed, and an imitation designer purse, shoes and accessories. Where do I go?

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

WalMart’s getting the critical-size Wall Street jitters:

The company’s growth rate has slowed to a crawl, overtaken by rivals once thought to be no match for the “beast of Bentonville.”

which is why they’ve been absolutely delusional for the past few years.

Blah, blah, blah, poor people are already buying as much as they can, rich people wouldn’t be caught dead shopping there, how does WalMart cater to the fashionable Target market without alienating their bread-and-butter fashion-illiterate foodstamp market? Well, mostly they do it by acting like a bunch of newbs who’d never managed a chain of stores before:

Discriminating shoppers in its newest, urban markets are accustomed to higher standards of quality, selection and customer service than Wal-Mart has ever had to offer. And the firm, as it tries to retain its profitability of old, has shown a curious response to that challenge, recently capping wage increases for clerks who already are underpaid, scarce and lacking in product knowledge.

Many Wal-Mart outlets remain an aesthetic dead zone. The company’s belated store-remodeling efforts have been half-hearted, even though an alarming internal Wal-Mart survey in late 2005 found that one-quarter of the company’s U.S. stores fall short of minimal standards in everything from adequate lighting, prompt check-out time and even cleanliness – standards few Wal-Mart observers would describe as especially high in the first place.

…And it’s good news that Wal-Mart has bungled in so many different ways this decade – in rushing into upscale merchandising without realizing you don’t roll out an ad campaign until the advertised goods are in the stores; and that failing to rehabilitate shabby stores is an expensive bargain. Good news, because those are fixable issues that offer significant growth prospects.

Why is WalMart coming up with tactics more appropriate for a desperate drug addict trying to score a hit than a multi-billion dollar chain of stores? Because the system doesn’t reward profit, it rewards growth, insane, unsustainable, mathematically boggling growth:

At 45, Wal-Mart is showing its age. With sales of $345 billion (all figures U.S.) last year at 6,779 stores in 13 countries employing a total of 1.9 million people, Wal-Mart still has the clout to dictate pricing and package design to giant suppliers like Procter & Gamble, Campbell Soup Co. and Dell Inc., which rely on Wal-Mart’s 3,443 U.S. stores and thousands more abroad as one of their biggest, if not their largest, distribution channels.

But last year, Wal-Mart eked out same-store sales growth, at outlets open at least a year, of just 1.9 per cent, a mighty comedown from the routine double-digit increases of the 1990s.

…Last week, Wal-Mart reported anemic same-store sales growth of 1.9 per cent for July, the kick-off of the important back-to-school season, trailing the industry average of 2.6 per cent.

…In fairness, Wal-Mart is confronted with the daunting law of large numbers. It has to grow by $35 billion this year just to post a respectable growth rate of 10 per cent, which means finding new revenues equal to the total sales of Walt Disney Co. or Intel Corp. (emphasis mine)

I’ve never taken even a single economics class, but I have taken a lot of math. Say you have to grow 10% every year, and your first year you make $10. Next year, you have to make $11. And the year after that, $12.10. Which is fine, while you’re still small. But by year 50 you’re going to expected to bring in over $1,000 while your smaller, more limber competitors can post the same growth rate by bringing in less than a tenth as much in actual dollars. I am not stupid enough to think that I am the only one who has figured that bit out.

So why is a 50 year old company being held to a clearly unreasonable 10% growth rate? Why is the number 10% even being mentioned? What is this obsession with unsustainable growth? I know that this is not an original idea, but why do I see it everywhere but the business pages? I am very confused why a person more educated in the ways of economics than I would gloss over this very obvious detail while writing bizarre statements like this:

If Wal-Mart is not to go the way of General Motors Corp., Sears, Roebuck or Xerox Corp., whose long success bred an arrogance that blinded them to changes in the market and doomed them to fail at reinventing themselves, the company will need a top-to-bottom cultural makeover that rejects shoddy stores, outlets understaffed by poorly paid employees with little product knowledge, and a consistent drive to somehow upgrade its merchandise without alienating its base of low-income consumers.

Seriously, how much Koolaid do you have to drink to be a business journalist? Or a businessman for that matter? Problem: After 45 to 50 years of constant growth and market saturation, we’ve stopped growing faster than a bacterial culture. Solution: not expect start-up levels of growth from established company let’s sell shit to the rich and the poor in the same store! All we have to do is remodel the stores to meet the expectations of affluent shoppers without alienating or raising the prices on the poor shoppers while offering trendy, stylish clothing of good quality next to the cut-rate mom jeans which will remain super-deals while hiring a workforce that offers the service and product awareness discriminating shoppers expect while keeping labor costs low and passing the savings on to you. Easy! The faux-rich will flock to WalMart and will happily mingle with the riffraff, who of course will be impressed by the opportunity to study their betters.

Could someone explain this in a way that makes sense? Because I don’t get it. And I still won’t be shopping at WalMart, because they’re clearly not doing anything to meet my standards: I’d never shop at a place I couldn’t see myself working at.

Losing face with your friends? Try picking on the new kid on the block.

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

In the immortal words of Barry Goldwater, it’s hard out here for a pimp.

Despite pimping their unfounded fears and their unjust wars and their ignorance-as-education agenda, The Powers That Be haven’t had much luck sexing up their Q Scores. In fact, they’re more unpopular than ever. Old friends are threatening to form their own cliques, and making new friends is next to impossible when everyone in school knows all they like to do is run around the halls giving tittie twisters to anyone who isn’t as rich, white, or dude-ish as them.

So what should you do when you need to score a few easy points with the “in crowd?” Why, pick on the new kid in front of the whole class, of course. That way, everybody knows what a big man you are.

It seems the Halliburton Boys have been studying their ’80s movies, because yesterday they got their bully on and threw one nasty sucker-punch:

The news of a sweeping crackdown on illegal immigration Friday was delivered by Bush administration officials with a verbal finger wag, a warning carried out after Congress’ failure this summer to pass legislation that would have also included more lenient reforms.

Starting as early as next month, employers would face tougher sanctions for hiring illegal workers, federal contractors would have to use special software to confirm employee identities and plans for beefing up the U.S.-Mexico border with more fencing and Border Patrol officers would kick into gear — the best measures available under existing immigration law, officials said during a Washington news conference.

I bet this kind of tough-talk coverage of their actions makes them want to go out and wax their chests and legs and make Patrick Swayze faces in the mirror.

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I also recommend that episode of “Scrubs” with Elliot and the washing machine

Friday, August 10th, 2007

Boundless Webzine, where Focus on the Family focuses on the young and the awesome, answers all of your most burning questions, including the sensitive topic: if you’re engaged and know that you are going to get some, just how much of a sin is it to think about the practical issues of gettin’ some?

I am engaged to an amazing man of God who has more character than three average guys put together. We met at the beginning of our freshman year in college, and we were friends for two years before we started our relationship. We have both just graduated and will be getting married in a little less than a year.

My question is: How can I/we prepare for our wedding night in a God-honoring way? We are both virgins, and I can honestly say that our deepest desire is to please and honor God with our relationship*. We also want our relationship to be an example to others
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…I’m not talking about sexual fantasies or lust, but about being wise. If we were to get married tomorrow, for example, I don’t think I would be ready

. …I still have the feeling that it’s not “maidenly” to be thinking very much about sex.

This question is part of the reason why the comments in the Boundless blog don’t infuriate me. They’re only sipping the Koolaid while their less fortunate cousins are swimming in it:

After drying her new husband’s feet, the night only got better. “It was incredible,” Lauren says of losing her virginity.

Compared to that, feeling mildly ashamed that you’re thinking about the actual logistics of sex seems perfectly benign. Hell, plenty of sinful promiscuous secular teen-sluts don’t figure out that there is a learning curve to a decent lay before they try it, and that kind of delusional thinking is the source of many problems. So congrats to Anonymous and her perfectly reasonable concern.

So what is the Boundless advice?

t’s wise to be aware of the need to discuss expectations about your honeymoon, and specifically sex, with your fiancé, as well as to wonder about the timing and content of those conversations prior to the wedding. But don’t have the conversation too soon or you’ll only create opportunities for temptation. It’s amazing how erotic just talking about sex can be.

Oh, Anon is a reasonable woman, I’m sure she could suck the eroticism right out of it if she had to. Start with the following list of standard expectations:

-”Sure, if you shave yours”
-”I’m going to insist that you brush your teeth first”
-”These are the reasons why you must lick it before yous stick it…”

It’s a rare conservative guy who can’t be at least mildly discomforted by a bit of straight-up uterus talk, even in the name of education. So don’t worry about your expectations conversation turning into a hot talk session – you can always bring it back.

I would also recommend not having the conversation alone.

Do it in front of his mom, that’ll let that battleaxe know who’s in charge now.

A candid conversation with an older married woman you trust would be helpful a few weeks before the wedding. You really don’t need much time to prepare.

Expect to be hearing a lot of that in the future. Sorry, but with a patriarchy thems the breaks. But here, I’m not completely heartless. It’ll take the edge off.

Before my wedding, I asked my mentor if she would recommend any books to “prepare.” She said, “We didn’t want to read any books, we wanted to write our own.” That was the permission I needed to put the books down when they got overwhelming.

I’m not so sure that I agree with Candice’s mentor’s publishing philosophy. Read the books. At the very least, look at the pictures. May I recommend Reader’s Digest Guide to Love and Sex? It manages to make the act of coitus seem less lewd than a good yoga session while still imparting the relevant information. And it very likely comes in a large-print edition, perfect for furtive reading by the weak light of the street lamp outside your bedroom window.

But I also needed permission to pick them
back up again. After 25 years of working so hard to not think sexual
thoughts, it felt a little sneaky to be reading such explicit
information. That’s why we stuck with books written by respected
Christian authors. Our culture has much to say in praise of sex done
wrong, but when it comes to doing it right, it’s virtually silent.

Hey, no fair, feminists have been screaming about sex done right for almost 40 years now. Like some of us are really obsessed. So if Anonymous finds her older, and let’s face it, squarer mentor not giving her the goods, then after she’s married and it’s ok to talk dirty she can come back and ask us dirty girls for some more explicit advice. Don’t thank me, I’m just doing my bit to keep Godly marriages together.

*Obligatory blaspheme: Might I suggest oral? I mean, if I were God..well, I’m just saying.

Link round-up

Friday, August 10th, 2007

I’m off as of Monday on vacation (I’ll be back the following week with, I hope, fascinating tales of Homeland Security and the SPP protests). In the meantime, here’s some reading material:

Baghdad without water.

You know the whole “you broke it, you bought it” Iraq war theory that’s popular amongst Sensible LiberalsTM? The invasion might have been a really bad idea after all, but troops can’t withdraw because then it’ll all get worse?

Well. 6 million people in Baghdad are without water. So yes, it can get worse, obviously. But it is so utterly, unbelievably bad that we here in the empire can simply not comprehend how bad it is.

According to Article 55 of Geneva Conventions (1949) to which the U.S. government is a signatory: “To the fullest extent of the means available to it the Occupying Power has the duty of ensuring the food and medical supplies of the population; it should, in particular, bring in the necessary foodstuffs, medical stores and other articles if the resources of the occupied territory are inadequate.”

Article 59 states: “If the whole or part of the population of an occupied territory is inadequately supplied, the Occupying Power shall agree to relief schemes on behalf of the said population, and shall facilitate them by all the means at its disposal.”

Never mind impeachment. Get the Bush Administration to the Hague. Now.

Hooyah!

I am dying to read Blackwater: The Rise of the World’s Most Powerful Mercenary Army, but in the meantime, the London Review of Books has a good review of it.

A man who hires a squad of elite lawyers to fight to protect his company from liability for anyone’s death, foreign or American, anywhere overseas, despite at least one incident of Blackwater mercenaries in Iraq shooting dead an innocent man; despite the death in Fallujah of four Blackwater mercenaries to whom the company hadn’t given proper armoured vehicles, manpower, weapons, training, instructions or maps; despite the death of three US servicemen in Afghanistan at the hands of a reckless Blackwater aircrew, who also died: well, casual observers might think this would render Erik Prince a villain. Yet it would make him a villain only in some liberal, humanistic, ethical sense. In the eyes of American law, Prince has done nothing villainous; on the contrary, he is a patriot and a Christian, which is to say, a good man.

Even the libertarians, who want to privatize the air you breathe, get understandably squicked at the idea of privatizing armies. And yet, this is exactly what’s happening, from Iraq to New Orleans. And this particular band of mercenaries is run by a crazed religious nutcase. Scared yet?

Speaking of religious fanatics…

PZ Myers has another fun post about Scott Adams and his religious wankery.

Maybe I’m God. If you don’t worship me and tithe to me, I’ll send you to PZ’s Hell when you die. You should worry, because every torment in my Hell is a million times worse than the torments in the Christian Hell — every magma smoothie is a thousand degrees hotter than theirs, to every poke with a pitchfork we add an anal reaming with a hook-suckered tentacle, every hill up which you must push boulders is 15° steeper, every lake of vomit contains twice as many chunks. Obviously, the potential problem is much greater in my Hell than your pedestrian Christian Hell, therefore you should believe in Me. Donate now, or suffer.

The problem with Pascal’s Wager is that even if you understand it properly, which Adams arguably does not, it’s an incredibly easy one to refute. It doesn’t take into account the existence of multiple competing faiths (even if you take the wager and worship the Christian God, you might still end up in Hades for failure to properly worship Zeus). And, of course, there’s that other wager—if you devote your life to a faith you don’t really believe in, just to be spared in the event that there really is a literal hell, you have likely spent your earthly existence in torment for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Prisoners’ Justice Day

Finally, here in Canada, it’s Prisoners’ Justice Day. I’ll be heading out shortly to a vigil at Toronto’s Don Jail.

Have a great week!

Won’t someone please think of the chickens?

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

Those godless secular school boards are at it again! A New York City school principal has been fired for trying to bring religion into the school.*

Anyway, I expected the usual bleaters to be up in arms and leaping to this woman’s defense. After all, we all know that school violence is caused by a lack of God in the classroom. But for some reason, the Freepers aren’t by and large endorsing the principal’s right to religious expression on the public dime, and Bills O’Reilly and Donoghue, both proponents of prayer in schools, are oddly silent.

What gives? It can’t be the chicken factor. They serve nuggets in the cafeteria, after all.

* Specifically, she was trying to “cleanse the school of negative energy.” At a high school, apparently. Good luck with that.