Rell Bull gives you wings
A student who died on a nightclub dancefloor in front of friends suffered a heart condition that may have been triggered by caffeine in the Red Bull she had been drinking, an inquest heard.
If you must drink that muck, it is no surprise that you have to suffer the consequences. Sad though Chloe Leach’s death may be, the really concerning part of the report is that Miss Leach was top of her class of 90 at the University of Lincoln, all of whom it would appear are studying social work.
Does social work now merit a university course? Shall I drive up to Lincoln this afternoon with a case of vodka & a few slabs of Red Bull for the rest of the class to consume?
Just a thought you understand, because what I am trying to figure out is why exactly this country might need another 90 social workers
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Mr. Free Market, I am surprised at you. Of course every country on the slippery slope to Socialism needs social workers. It is part of the Nanny State indoctrination. Don't you know that you are not capable of raising your children without the assistance of a social worker Barbie Doll?
Of course, the social workers here have their tattletales in the form of Mandated Reporters. This means that if a doctor suspects child abuse, he or she (the one with several degrees and years of experience) calls on Super Social Worker, who has a bachelor's degree and two years of experience to verify via investigation any neglect or abuse which is a crime, but who will say that they are investigating any possible or previous occurances of neglect.
Oh, why am I so knowledgeable? I have a friend who was a social worker and got fed up with the politics and idiocy that prevailed and quit.
Posted by: Cricket | February 3, 2009 2:29 PM
Kill them. Kill them all. Never mind the Red Bull and a case of vodka: take a hip flask and a case of AMMO, and a picnic lunch.
Invite me, to take over when your shoulder starts to ache.
I'll even bring my own hip flask, filled with that good South African brandy.
Posted by: Kim du Toit | February 3, 2009 3:55 PM
Not the jaapie brandy!
Posted by: Mr Free Market | February 3, 2009 5:56 PM
Yeah, the manly liquor you tearfully pleaded for after dinner that evening, instead of the stinky peat stuff.
Posted by: Kim du Toit | February 4, 2009 6:59 PM