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Sparkly Ramblings


BREAKING NEWS!

The Ramblings of D. A. Adams, using award winning investigatory journalistic techniques such as surfing the internet and reading anonymous forwarded emails, has unearthed a shocking story of epic proportions that threatens to crumble the very foundations of  our republic.

The Twilight saga is a covert plot by the Chinese to drive Americans insane.

Shocked and appalled that such a masterpiece of literary and cinematic genius could be a weapon of international espionage, I rushed to Washington to learn more about this unfolding crisis.

“The numbers are quite clear,” claims Dr. Lottastatz of the Center for Researching Research.  “Since the release of the first Twilight book in 2005, levels of insanity in America are up 275%.  With the release of each subsequent book and movie, we see a clear upward trend in the data.  It’s quite alarming.”

Concerned for national security, I hurried to the CIA to speak with my inside source within the intelligence community.

“We’ve known about this plot since as early as [classified],” states [classified].  “Stephenie Meyer’s real name is Som Dom Chik, and she entered this country on a work visa in [classified] and assimilated into American culture.  We only learned of the plot in [classified] because [classified classified classified classified classified].  As you can see, it’s quite alarming.”

Unnerved by this top secret information, I hurried to Jones Creek, Georgia, home of Morbul Shidinski, currently America’s foremost literary scholar and critic, hoping her insights could help unravel this conspiracy.

“Contextually speaking, on a surface level, the Twilight series seems to be what we deem ‘purple prose.’  However, after deconstructing the sub-contextual layers, we find an intricate web of literary devices layered together in a specific chronology that is ideal for evoking a negative psychological reaction, known clinically as Sparkle Induced Psychosis, in its readers.  Furthermore, the true brilliance of the work is that these devices are so powerful that one does not necessarily have to read the text to be affected by them.  Merely hearing them described by an infected person is enough to render an otherwise sane individual completely bonkers.”

Now terrified for the future of this great nation, I raced back to Washington and the Center for Researching Research, seeking an antidote for this growing pandemic.

“As of now, we’ve only found one way to reverse the psychosis, but it’s controversial, to say the least,” states Dr. Lottastatz.  “The subjects we’ve tested who were exposed to Sparkle Induced Psychosis respond positively when forced to watch reruns of The Munsters non-stop for 72 hours.  Apparently, the creators of that show were aware that the Soviets had originally designed the Twilight Plan in the 50’s and created Herman Munster as a counter-measure.  Fred Gwynne was secretly a CIA operative who developed a comedic styling that numbs the frontal lobe, decreasing levels of psychosis.  We have a contingency plan in place to have every TV channel to run episodes of The Munsters non-stop for two weeks.  It may be our only hope.”

Editor’s Note: Due to the highly classified nature of this information, no portion of this article has been verified or confirmed by anyone, anywhere.

Friday Morning Ramblings

After the storms on Wednesday, I’m grateful that all we lost was one tree.  I haven’t been out to the farm to assess the property there, but no major cells went over that area, so I’m not too worried about the building.  All in all, we were very fortunate.  One of my colleagues at the college lost her husband and she has been in ICU.  Her house was completely destroyed by the F-2 tornado that struck Greene County. Her daughter, future son-in-law, and two grandchildren live with her, and thankfully, they are okay.  All I can say is that Wednesday night was a terrifying experience, and I hope we don’t have another one like it any time soon.

The college is accepting donations for the family.  They need clothes and baby items, especially.  Here is the list of sizes the college has forwarded: Susie (large possibly sweat suits or gowns since Susie will probably have to go through extensive rehabilitation for her leg injury),  Sheena (Susie’s daughter)- XL  16-18 clothes  shoe size 9,  Brian (son-in-law) large possibly sweat suits,  3 toddler size boy , and 6-0 month size girl.  I’m sure diapers and other bay stuff would be welcome, too.

If you can donate anything, just drop by any WSCC campus and tell them you have items for Susie and her family.

In less somber news, the semester is almost over.  All that’s left is Finals Week and a furious round of grading to get grades posted by the deadline on Friday.  The last two weeks of any semester are the most difficult, especially for Comp teacher because of the time crunch for reading and grading essays.  All in all, however, I’ll take this round of grading over what the alternatives could’ve been Wednesday night.  Overall, I have nothing to complain about.

End of Days Ramblings

In case you need any more signs that we’re at the end of time, here are two more:

Yesterday, I quoted a Paul McCartney song to illustrate how I feel.  Me quoting Paul McCartney is like Sarah Palin quoting a real news article.  It just don’t happen.  My good friend Philip pointed out this fact about me quoting Sir Paul, and as I mulled it over, I realized that yes indeed, we are at the end of days.  All that can be done has been done.  It’s all over but the fiery rain and bloody mobs in the streets tearing each other a sunder.

Then, as if me quoting McCartney weren’t enough to scare the hell out you, when I got home I saw the end-all be-all sign:  Dogs and cats lying together.  But not just in any old random form.  No, this was truly twisted and a sure sign of the looming end.  Our female chihuahua was holding down our male kitten and humping him like a politician on an intern.  Jesus H. Christ, what could be more disturbing than a trans-gender, trans-species flesh orgy in a family living room?  If that don’t convince you that the end is near, then I don’t know what will.