When substitute teaching at the local high school your Cootish Entity regularly heard “Mr. Coot, you use such big words.”
What the mumbler meant was that I used a vocabulary that included uncommon words.
I also knew that those making that comment were not listening well since I did use “big” words but also included a simpler word while speaking to define that word.
I also often wrote the BIG word on the white board and added a simpler word underneath to assist in defining that word.
Over time, I gave up on that tactic and to save time altered my presentations so as to use the simplest words possible. A trait I noticed that most teachers used to simplify their job.

Sadly, the high school I was teaching in was located in that states’ highest income town, a place where the local elites dwelt and whose spawn are mostly upper-upper middle class and above with a huge percentage of the students headed off to college.
Most of those kids were unprepared for college or life and likely achieved ultimate economic success via daddy or mommy’s connections within the business world.
There were many CEOs and highly-placed corporate droids whose spawn attended that school.
Relative wealth of the student’s families was indicated by the cars those students drove. New expensive cars glutted the parking lot.
Listening to student conversations I was shocked about the places travelled to during vacations past and planned.
Cabo, Bermuda and Bahamas, various locales in Europe… sometimes even during a short school break of just a few days.
My goodness. What a different world from the one your Cootness was reared within.
I recall kids bragging of being sent to “juvie,” juvenile hall, incarceration for kids. Those were the kids looked up to. Few kids had a car and those who did drove old heaps. Vacations were a drive to a national park and camping for the richer families while the poorer folks made do with local venues if a vacation was a part of the summer routine.
The above was pondered upon while reading some of the comments sent to your Coot, mostly from coquettish females lambasting and berating me for my opinions about many topics but mostly about females and the Females as Property Movement (FAPM).
Among those communiqués full of bile and condemnation and accusations regarding my sanity and mental abilities and inabilities I noticed similarities among many of those messages; one being a boring sameness among the messages, as if rote memorization was relied upon regarding words and terms used, indicative of past indoctrination that fed the fire of their writing.
Another similarity was an apparent lack of reading comprehension among those reviling the lovable pudgy Coot. Despite my frequent use of modifiers and proclamations that declarative statements were used to shorten essay length and that exceptions exist in almost everything and specifically declaring prominently that some females are fully qualified and capable for inclusion within adult society AND that some males are akin to females in being unable to muster the capacities and capabilities needed for adult inclusion… many females “wringing the Coot’s neck” via the written mumble appear to have been unable to comprehend the Coot’s writing.
Digging into ancient memory I recalled the need to lower one’s verbal and written output so as to allow the maximum number of people to comprehend one’s communications.
Poking around the Wide World of Webdom I found an enormous number of numbers, a mind numbing number of numbers, numerically number speaking.
Those numbers told of the numbers and percentages of a huge number of categories and statistics and a pinch of this and a dash of that, a veritable recipe of reading comprehension levels.
Sit with mouth agape at the following found factoids. Figures vary from source-to-source but the range variance was not all that humongous with statistics close enough for either government or Coot work:
Nearly half of America’s adults are poor readers, or “functionally illiterate.”
50 percent of American adults are unable to read an eighth grade level book.
About 20% of the US population is functionally illiterate; for some subsets of our population, that rises to 40%.
Among 17-year-olds, the percentage of non-readers doubled over a 20-year period, from nine percent in 1984 to 19 percent in 2004.
My personal observations within public schools and my fellow Americans during daily activities and viewing a multitude of Web message board postings the past 13 years (aboard the Web in the Spring of 1996) I can only conclude that a large percentage of high school-aged kids and adults are lacking in reading comprehension with their writing ability also lacking.
I can only wonder how my writing is interpreted within the minds of many of my readers, especially those sending scathing scrawls severely scolding the Old Fart-like Coot.
Some may wonder why I do not do as the “professional” writers do, reduce my sentence and paragraph lengths and utilize the most basic vocabulary possible.
Some “experts” declare that one should write for the masses at a level the typical 8th grader can comprehend.
Other sources state that reading comprehension levels for the general adult population have dropped over the last couple decades and recommend a 6th-grade writing level so as to maximize the number of bleating sheep ignoramuses (ignorami ?) who are able to understand the words and the message(s) they convey.
Well, your Coot refuses to accept that advice. It is much more fun to confuse the addle-minded semi-illiterates of the land.
Besides, I also receive a few messages from readers proclaiming their delight with the Coots’ meandering messages, opinions, comments and various outpourings that somehow appear within the bowels of my mind and wend their way to monitors across the planet via the written word.
The Disgruntled Dude, the Coot, is not bothered by the scathing comments sent his way, nay!!! As the entertainment stars say, bad publicity is better than no publicity.
I would rather be despised than ignored, though being ignored is no problem. Heck, I even ignore myself much of the time!!!
So, keep those messages and comments coming, kids, especially you offended females. Reading your emotion-laden irrational mewlings that are often merely cobbled together tid-bits of implanted-by-others knee-jerk rhetoric convinces me even more of the absolute need for the Females as Property Movement or some variation thereof.

Here yah’ go girls… liberate yourself from self-enlightenment, rationality, logical thinking and continue being influenced by advertisers and spewers of politically correct brainwashing and follow your instincts that attract you to baubles and trinkets and the endless pursuit of triviality.

Maybe because you are one of the small percentage of females who have transcended the actions and mentality of the female majority and are capable of full inclusion into adult society.
Then again, maybe you should hie off to the kitchen and do something productive for a change.
If the Females as Property Movement ever succeeds we will never have the buffoon below representing the USA and interacting with foreign leaders and dignitaries. Shudder. No wonder so many non-USA folks look down upon the USA. Heck, I live in the USA and have doubts about this country and having that Clinton clown as one of the elites’ lackeys sends spasms of disgust and revulsion through my meek mild-mannered mindlet.



Thus concludes the latest Disgruntled Diatribe.
Goodnight America and to all the ships at sea.