Prayers for Nancy Beth, Week 6

Greetings once again from the Bataan Death March of Christian Persecution better known as Introductory College Chemistry. I have two weeks left until Our Lord releases me from this spiritual bondage, and I can only hope that I live through this ordeal so I can continue to spread The Word about these modern-day death camps, America's junior colleges, where just being a Christian marks you for punitive actions by the instructors and ostracism from your classmates.

As I have said in the past, my foray into the underbelly of contemporary higher education has been shocking, to say the least. Bias against people of Faith is overt and seemingly encouraged by the administration (response I received back from the chair of the Chemistry department: "Have you considered transferring?"), and Christian Values are routinely trampled on in the promotion of the God-less secularism of "science" and "objectivity." This past week, I again found myself in the middle of The Left's assault against Our Nation's Virtue, this time coming face to face with the dreaded "Hook-Up Culture."

For those of you who don't read Townhall, "hooking up" is Feminism's primary curriculum for today's female college student, in which she is encouraged to have as much casual sex with as many unsuspecting boys she can seduce before she graduates and becomes a lesbian. Christian Womanhood has paid dearly for this, naturally, as the rampant preying upon our formally honorable gentlemen scholars has turned these men into a generation of perverts who spend their days downloading internet porn and volunteering for the Obama campaign rather than marrying and getting us pregnant. I've been on the radar screen of one such lothario ever since class began, and on Wednesday he made his move: "Hey, can I borrow your calculator?"

"No, I will not perform oral sex on you," I responded.

"What?" he asked, perhaps unaccustomed to somebody actually rebuffing his lecherous advances.

"Don't play dumb with me, you heard perfectly well what I said. Just because I'm taking chemistry doesn't mean I'm one of those horny female scientists feminism is always championing." And with that, he sulked off. I'm tempted to report him to the administration for sexual harassment, but the dean's no longer taking my calls. Plus, from what I've read, I probably brought this on myself, and I need to dress more modestly or something.

In related news, I got my second midterm back this week, and I am pleased to say that I scored a major victory for women in the sciences by getting a C -- barely. Sure, I could have done better (ahem... maybe), but contrary to what those angry feminists will have you believe, the road to true equality for women will come by compromising our full potential and avoiding conflict until men are ready to cede to us what we want, not by doing better than them and challenging discriminatory policies. So, Christians, know that even though this blog is largely silent, I am still in the trenches, fighting for a better, brighter, whiter, and Holier America. Praise Him!

Prayers for Nancy Beth, Week 4

Geetings, faithflock! My sojourn through the heart of Darkness better known as Introductory College Chemistry is now halfways over. I certainly miss my semi-irregular blogging beat, writer's block and all, and look forward to the time when I can resume taking liberals to task as the traitors they are. Knowing that someone somewhere said something on the internet and I don't have the time to get upset about it is torture far worse than any of those frathouse pranks our troops may have played on the detainees at Gitmo. I also can't help but feel that my little sabbatical must be a collosal disappointment to my blogging heroine, Michelle Malkin. But, as you can imagine, I've got enemies closer to home to fight for now, namely in the form of my lab partner, Bernadine, another one of those angry, man-hating feminists that higher ed's treasonous assembly line excels at cranking out.

Judging by her Asiatic features and blatant disdain for American Values, I would hazard that Bernadine is from either Red China, North Korea, or San Francisco. Hoping for the best, I earnestly asked her, "So, did you come here to escape the Godless persecution of Communism?"

"Not really. I think I want to be an actress," she responsed. It was even worse than I imagined: she was here to spread Communism.

On Monday Lucifer's Harlot handed back the tests we took the week before last, and before lab started on Tuesday, Bernadette asked what I got for problem 3(c). "Noah's ark," I told her.

"But she was asking for moles of copper(II) sulfate," she replied, confused.

I then explained to her that it was important not to do too well in the hard sciences, art, athletics, or the humanities, lest our male classmates disrespect us. "Believe you me, once you start beating the boys at math, you're just asking for wall-to-wall coverage on CNN until some Caltrans worker finds your body on the side of the freeway. Thats why it's always best to shoot for a C. C as in Chastity, I say."

"That's retarded. Girls don't get raped for doing well in school," she vainly protested, oblivious to what it was I had in fact said. With comprehension skills this low, it was clear that at least one child had indeed been left behind, despite the valiant efforts of President Bush.

I tried to break it down into terms that even she would understand. "I didn't say it happened from doing well in school. I said it happened from doing better than boys. There's a world of difference. It confounds their naturally competitive instincts, the poor things, and pretty much all bets are off in terms of how they'll behave -- haven't you ever read Kathleen Parker? Besides, don't get mad at me, get mad at your fellow feminists. They're the ones always urging you to go out and try to drink the boys under the table. Say, isn't that skirt a little short?"

I doubt my counsel pierced that thick skull of hers, as she spent the rest of the night texting her presumably slutty friends with messages like "im horny r u?" or "lets go get abortions 2morro" or whatever it is college-age girls say to one another these days -- I haven't gotten around to that Tom Wolfe book yet, sorry.

Anyway, I'm off to spend the rest of the night trying to memorize the formulas for 90 ions and ionic compounds (don't ask). I had a heated email exchange with Lucifer's Harlot objecting to the fact that while she was requiring us to memorize all of those, she hadn't so much as breathed a word about the Ten Commandments, and that if America wants to regain its competitive edge, we need to waste less time on liberal flimflammery like covalent bonds (sounds suspiciously close to "civil unions," don't you think?) and try to instill a sense of Morality in the minds of my sex-crazed classmates. Evidently helping society go to hell in a handbasket is an important part of being granted tenure, so it just broke down from there, and while I'm not especially proud of signing off my last message with "Fuck you bitch this will be on your review," she still has 4 weeks to come to her senses and avoid that outcome. So let's hope the Holy Spirit prevails. Praise Him!