As Thanksgiving weekend is a week past, Christmas rapidly approaches, and the fall 2007 semester draws to a chilly close, I wish to reiterate my simmering contempt for Arkansas State University and, in particular, its liberal socialist arm of miscommunication and elitism, The Herald. The school remains a seething bastion of roiling debauchery, and a shining monument to everything that is corrupt and depraved about America.
That said, it does have a few good points to it: a nice cable system, a state-of-the-art computer lab, and wonderful food three times a day. As a college, it's lousy. But as a resort destination, it shows promise. So my proposal is, we crap-can the whole university angle and just turn the place into a vacation stop.
I mean, it's halfway there now, with large screen TVs in all the residence halls, high-speed Internet, and buffet dining. They have a stadium, a convocation center, and an outdoor Pavilion. Let's book some A-list shows daily: Gallagher, Sinbad, Yakov Smirnoff, maybe book some A-list bands and showcase some local talent. We change the name to something spiffy like, oh, University Gardens (I'm still working on the name), just get rid of all the boring educational crap, and turn the residence halls into hotel rooms. They aren't far from that now, really. I mean, most guys in the dorms have some little piece of ass from the high school calling them up for free sex anyway; why not put that right in the brochure? Call them "escorts" or "colorful local girls who make your every dream come true". Let them do what they already like doing, just give them health and dental while they do it. Why not? They're as integral to the workings of the university as the cleaning and maintenance staff. I say stick 'em on the University Gardens payroll. Why have them be such a dirty little secret, something everyone knows about but no one speaks of? Let them do what they already like doing, just give them free health and dental while they do it. Take out the desks in Wilson Hall, knock out a couple walls, and put in wall-to-wall slot machines and those gadgets that turn pennies into souvineer buttons, like they have in Branson. Get a liquor license and serve hootch in the Woodlands--maybe put in some slots, a big-screen, and add more pool tables in the game room. Steam your cares away in our heated pool and jacuzzi. Relax on our state-of-the art jogging track and our weight rooms. Start distributing porno in the Dean B. Ellis Library. Shut down The Herald and use the presses to knock off a buttload of tickets, coupons for the various shows and activities, posters, booklets, and glossy fliers. Get rid of the boring Indian artifacts in the ASU Museum; put in some tourist attractions like two-headed goats and tilted rooms and a few skulls. Skulls are cool. Seriously, if we did that, we'd be the Vegas of the Mid-South.
A-State has seriously gotten away from its roots. In the old days, when it was still mostly farms out that way, students would get up and plow the fields each morning beforebreakfast and those who didn't work didn't graduate. Now you're lucky if you can get a student to do little more than roll over once or twice and rip a couple of good bedfarts before noon. They blow off lectures or take easy basket-weaving courses, expend as little effort as possible, watch porn, spank off on the phone nightly with their townie whores, and go tomcatting on the weekends looking for booze, pot, and free ass. The school is a joke. It doesn't prepare students for the real world, just for a charmed life of entitlement, hedonism and sponging off parents and the government. No one even goes to ASU for an education. They come to take advantage of the free grub and the perks that their big brothers and male friends fill their heads up with stories about when they come home on breaks and weekends. I say if you want that life, don't come here; spend that few grand in loans you're wasting on tuition on a weekend or two in Vegas or Reno, and have a ball there. Go to ASU to learn.