Brickbat: Hugs and Kisses
Students at New Jersey's Matawan-Aberdeen Middle School says officials announced a "no hugging" policy and threatened to suspend students caught breaking that rule. School officials refused to discuss the matter with a local TV station. In a recorded telephone message sent to parents, the principal denied the school has banned hugging but said officials want to make sure there's "no inappropriate contact" between students.
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Once you’ve hugged your teacher you’re already in trouble, so you may as well as go ahead and have sex with her.
You should always go ahead and have sex with your teacher (assuming she’s hot).
Especially since THEY are the one charged with a crime if anything comes to light. Win-win.
School officials refused to discuss the matter with a local TV station.
Pubsec accountability in action.
Are you thinking what we’re thinking?
Sure shrike, but where are we going to find a camel and a burlap sack?
Whoa… Option Comment Lockdown has been executed.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
And its corollary: This is why nobody takes libertarians seriously.
Screwdriver time!
I’m in favor.
Dammit, CN, you stole my line.
So this is where the summer ends, in a flash of pure destruction, no one wins. Going nuclear…
Nice haiku.
I’d like to see the legal definition of “hug”.
If I were a rescue worker I might think twice about entering a “no-hugging” school.
My daughter heard this story the other day and wished they would do it in her school too. She hates people touching her.
I feel her pain. People drive me up the wall with that shit. It’s mostly taken care fo nowadays, but I still get the occasional outlier. They don’t usually do it twice.
Why doesn’t she just tell people she’s not comfortable with touching if they try to hug, instead of banning it for everyone else too?
Because she was being facetious. She does tell her friends to stop. Of course, that doesn’t stop them.
They don’t sound like friends.
It is their attempt to humanize her. She is a bit anti-social and she only has three people she considers friends. They’re just trying to drag her out of her shell and she hasn’t disowned them yet so she’s not completely pissed off about it.
I, for one, am stoked that Brickbats has returned.
Look, let’s just take children away from their parents at, say, one month old, and raise them in a one-kid cage?
No more child abuse, no more unwed teenage mothers, no more pot use or drinking, no more abortions, no more impure thoughts, no reckless driving, no vandalism, no inappropriate religious training or political indoctrination, and they won’t be running around my lawn chasing their damned soccer balls! At 18, turn them loose on society.
“At 18, they let him out of the house. He died of shock.”
That would probably be better than:
“They were all crying together; and, intoxicated by the noise, the unanimity, the sense of rhythmical atonement, they might, it seemed, have gone on for hours-almost indefinitely. But at about the twenty-fifth repetition the proceedings were startlingly interrupted. Yet another helicopter had arrived from across the Hog’s Back, hung poised above the crowd, then dropped within a few yards of where the Savage was standing, in the open space between the line of sightseers and the lighthouse. The roar of the air screws momentarily drowned the shouting; then, as the machine touched the ground and the engines were turned off: “We?want?the whip; we?want?the whip,” broke out again in the same loud, insistent monotone.”
Charming. What’s that from?
Brave New World