what did you call me?
My how to be a historian class is stirring the academic in me. i want to drink coffee out of a travel mug at three in the morning in a dusty library surrounded by tomes both obtuse and far too specific. there will be others there, wrapped in similar librarian sweaters. birds of a feather. we read my professor's dissertation prospectus as an example of how to format grant proposals and dissertation proposals. i'm on dangerous ground. i revel in the snobbery and elitism of history. how ironic that the study of the common past of all humanity is done by a select, very iconoclastic bunch. perhaps this is just further proof that there is a natural striation in society, not of the haves and the have nots, but of the wills and the will nots, even in the most egalitarian of disciplines.
for future reference: a division is made of 10,000 men, broken down into battalions of 2,500, broken down into companies, broken down into platoons. OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH.
why is it that men of the early 20th century were so much more willing to fight and die? sometimes i think democracy is moving us backwards and that we should go back to having a King. King Clinton. we could have had a good old fashioned revolution. stupid congress. we might as well be in a monarchy, considering the fact that the ones democracy is designed to empower (the poor, the downtrodden) dont even vote anyway.
I rule the empire.
for future reference: a division is made of 10,000 men, broken down into battalions of 2,500, broken down into companies, broken down into platoons. OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH.
why is it that men of the early 20th century were so much more willing to fight and die? sometimes i think democracy is moving us backwards and that we should go back to having a King. King Clinton. we could have had a good old fashioned revolution. stupid congress. we might as well be in a monarchy, considering the fact that the ones democracy is designed to empower (the poor, the downtrodden) dont even vote anyway.
I rule the empire.