Hey, Bobby Jindal — Here You Go!


ALMOST everyone knows that creationism has become an officially accepted scientific “theory” that can be taught in the science classes of Louisiana’s public schools. For a bit of background that our regular readers can skip, these two indented paragraphs should bring you up to speed:

Louisiana is the only state in the US that can boast of passing an anti-science, anti-evolution, pro-creationism “Academic Freedom” bill modeled after the Academic Freedom Act promoted by the neo-theocrats at the Discovery Institute’s Center for Science and Culture (a/k/a the Discoveroids).

That bill, now known as the Louisiana Science Education Act (LSEA), which permits unspecified “supplemental materials” — wink, wink — to be used in science classes, was signed by governor Bobby Jindal, also known as Bobby Jindal, the Exorcist, who is perhaps the world’s only creationist who majored in biology at Brown University.

In our ceaseless quest for news about The Controversy, we found the perfect subject for your weekend contemplation. We present to you, dear reader, some excerpts from Professor to lecture on the evolution of hoodoo, which appears in the Shreveport Times, “the largest daily morning newspaper serving four parishes in northwest Louisiana.” The bold font was added by us:

The development and practice of hoodoo in the black community in the South will be the focus of a free, public lecture at 4 p.m. Tuesday in Ora G. Williams Television Studio (Room 142) in Kyser Hall at Northwestern State University in Natchitoches.

Wow — hoodoo! That’s even better than creationism. Bobby Jindal probably loves it. Let’s read on:

While Jeffrey Anderson, an assistant professor of history at the University of Louisiana at Monroe, does not practice or promote conjure, he views hoodoo as a fascinating element of Southern culture and will discuss how it functions in society.

We looked, but this is all we could find on Conjuration. Then we searched for — and found — professor Anderson’s page at the university: DR. JEFFREY ANDERSON. That page has a link to his book: Hoodoo, Voodoo, and Conjure: A Handbook (Amazon listing).

As all of you know, your Curmudgeon is an open-minded fellow. Therefore, in this new and blessed era of academic freedom which Louisiana’s enlightened legislature and governor have so bravely launched, we recommend that not only should creationist “supplementary materials” be assigned in the state’s science classes, but the eager students should also be exposed to the theories of hoodoo, voodoo, and conjure. Anderson’s book seems an ideal resource.

Why not? It’s time to stop the censorship and the viewpoint discrimination. What are you afraid of? We should teach both sides, so the students can learn the strengths and weaknesses of all theories. They’ll become skilled in critical analysis. That’s what academic freedom is all about, right? Let the children decide!

In conclusion, we’ll inspire you with a bit from Cole Porter’s You Do Something to Me.

Let me live ‘neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.
For you do something to me
that nobody else could do!

Hey, here it is by Frank Sinatra. Teach the controversy!

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2 responses to “Hey, Bobby Jindal — Here You Go!

  1. Hey Bobby*.
    Would you like to go for a ride in the country with me?
    I’m celebratin’.
    Ya see the four-wheeled beauty you’re leanin’ on
    It finally belongs to me.
    I’ve never owned a car before,
    And I’ve never picked a boy up at his own front door.
    It’d be a red letter day
    If you’ll come out and play in the country with me.

    Hey Bobby.
    Will you ride a little ways down 299 to a lovely little spot I found?
    It’s on a hilltop.
    We can park in the shade and dance on the ground to a radio
    station where the hits don’t ever stop.
    Watch the sun go down.
    See the moon rise up.
    Drink a champagne toast in a plastic cup.
    Rock the night away, lookin’ at stars, talkin ’bout cars
    Bobby, with me.

    Hey Bobby.
    Do ya wanna huh?Do ya wanna huh?Huh?
    Do ya wanna huh?Do ya wanna huh?Huh?

    To Bobby with all my love, I treasure last summer;

    *K.T. Oslin

  2. You’re out of control, Tundra Boy!