Where the hell did you learn to rant? Is this what the state of communication has come down to, with you incoherent, bratty little kids who can't even type out a complete sentence and have to use "4" for "for" and "ur" for "your"?
A rant has thought behind it, not just a quiet wondering of why you might be complaining about your own shortcomings. A rant has real anger behind it, not just the annoyance of having to get up at 8:00 for classes. A rant has depth behind it, usually peppered with a large slice of righteousness, not just, "Oh, I am so tired of out-of-towners who come to my university."
You want to complain about out-of-state classmates, go for it. Tell me how they all talk in funny accents and stand around slack-jawed when you use perfectly good Southern phrases like "y'all". Tell me how they are all pampered royalty whose parents have more money than sense, and send them off to be edumacated in some fancy university. Tell me how the university is overcrowded with these wastes of space so you cannot get into the classes you want. Tell me how these wannabe-adults spend their parents' money on beer and more beer until they eventually flunk out. Tell me anything, but tell me something.
If I have to rant about anything, it's the state of ranting these days. I know posting here isn't like your 3rd grade science project that your Mommy was there to help you with, when she did it all for you. Heaven forbid that you ignorant, MTV-generation, CIV-addicted cyber-freak slackers should actually sit still and form a coherent stream of thoughts and write them down. I'm even giving most of you the benefit of the doubt when it comes to spelling and punctuation, though some of yours only helps to confirm your retardation. For Christ's sake, you even have a spell-checker and cannot figure out which words have the red underlines.
Benjamin Franklin said, "If you would not be forgotten, soon as you are dead and rotten, either write something worth the reading or do something worth the writing." I have given up on your generation doing much that is worth writing about, because Barney knows you're all "special" so you don't have to do diddly-squat but "try", but at least when you write, try to write something that is worth reading.
The Internet is already full of nerdy, know-nothing pinheads who have opinions on things they are completely ignorant about. This opportunity to rant is to complain about something you have direct experience with -- something that you actually know something about -- and still you cannot express yourselves. Dig down below the gut-reaction anger, and find out why you are angry, and you might actually learn something about yourself in the process. It sure couldn't hurt you to learn something.
And have a nice day. Remember, Jesus loves even you.
