“How many bomb threats should someone sanely be expected to endure at their place of employment?”
That question was put to me by a friend who works at Gallaudet University where the students and some faculty continue to protest the selection of Jane K. Fernandes as the university’s president. My answer was “0.” My friend’s number is a little higher.
“I’m up to 4 now. Yesterday’s, one last week, one last graduation day, and one a few years ago that some genius posted to some web site.”
At some point soon Gallaudet’s going to be up to Boy Who Cried Wolf status, if they aren’t there already. So if one of you clowns calling or writing in these phony threats is reading this, let me connect the dots for you: if at some point in the future some sort of IED goes off and injures or kills someone because they didn’t evacuate – because they’d gotten so used to bullshit false alarms – that blood is on your hands. Doesn’t matter if you have nothing to do with it or if it’s in response to some different cause a whole other group of spoiled children are making noise about: you’re a part of creating terror now and your little tantrums are affecting people’s behavior. Not only are you disrupting people’s lives, whether they be trying to earn a living or get an education, but you’re making them think that officials and police asking them to get away from the site of a possible explosion is nothing to worry about.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs