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January 23, 2013

Conan The Dunce-arian

In my city there lives a man. And educated man. An educating man. Freshly made principal of the High School just this year. He grew up in this city. My wife remembers sitting behind him in Junior High.He started his career as a math teacher in this very system. About a week ago, this homegrown success story decided he needed to do something special to announce himself to his new charges. Something to connect with the kids. Something cinematic. Something that would reveal his personality. Something really dumb. Dumb on a national level.

 

 

Aside from the horrible stupidity of releasing this bit of cinematic brain damage (or brilliant, cogent, ironic, argument against the evils of technology. Luddites, attack!) after Sandy Hook another problem presents itself. 

This man, Mr. Naumann (pronouned "Newman, by the way. Nicely butchered by the national press. No one got it.) attempted to "connect with the kids" by parodying a movie that came out well before the senior class was born (Yep oldies, we're old). He might as well have been like, "23 skiddoo, dames and daddy-o's Dig that crazy Battleship Potempkin! "  

Even without his apocalypticly bad timing, the anachronistic, desperate, awkwardness of the video had to have led to a serious imbalance in in the respect-to-contempt ratio. 

It turns out, he received a 2 day suspension without pay. He was rather contrite, by all accounts. I don't know if that's appropriate or not. He probably should have lost his job not for the action itself, but for the deep, rich, endless expanse of dumbness that it revealed.

To sum up:

"Nnnnew[au]man."

 

 



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