Back In The Swing Of Things

I’m back in one of Prof. ConLaw’s classes, which means it is once again unsafe for me to be inside the building. I walked in the doors a little after 9:30 yesterday*, and the professor was right there, waiting for me. Which is concerning for a lot of reasons, and I’ve already searched through my car looking for a tracking device. By 9:45, I was walking out of his office with a stack of books authored by Marx, Lenin, and Stalin.

Which he wanted me to have read by 10:30.

While I enjoyed reading the theoretical underpinnings of the Evil Empire on such short notice, I was especially enthused to get to read Stalin. Nothing like waking up to the rationalizations to, in the words of Eddie Izzard, a mass murdering fuckhead.

And then we didn’t get to in class because we got on a detour about the Berlin Air Lift, which is admittedly really cool*. So I read Stalin for nothing. Thanks a lot, Prof. ConLaw. I’m not even going to get into the book written by Lenin, which was only slightly less crazy. What’s next? Is he going to give me the diary of Charles Manson? Mein Kampf? Maybe something by Osama bin Laden?

*Ed. Note - Actually, two days ago now. I wrote this on Friday but I sort of screwed up with blogger. The lesson is, as always, I am a moron. Sorry 'bout that.