This just in!
Catholic School Official takes charge of her students:
GROSSE POINTE PARK, Mich. - There is one Sister that won't put up with foul language on the God**** playground at HER school, and she's not above repeating very F****** word and phrase she knows (All 100 of them!) to make sure everyone understands what she won't tolerate.
The principal of a local Catholic School had students stay after a Mass last month and informed the filthy-minded fifth- through eighth-graders that she has a zero-tolerance policy for their sinful cursing on campus.
Just in case anyone wasn't clear on the concept, the Good Sister read off a list of the very words and phrases that she was banning, from A to Z (Slowly, the 2nd time, just to make sure no-one in the room missed anything.).
"It got a little quiet in church and some of the kids facial expressions were clearly of the 'Oh, My GOD!' and 'What the F***? Did she say what I just heard her say?' variety '" during her talk, she told the Detroit Free Press.
Some parents fainted at the news, but others applauded, remembering the hardcore, no-nonsense, Sisters and Mother Superiors of their own unrepentant younger days, the newspaper said.
"In a way you would think a nun would shy away from saying even D*** and S***, but she's very open with the children, very old fashioned in her messages," said the chairperson of the school commission.
Her sixth-grade son was there when the Sister mouthed off.
"When I asked him to give me a sample of it, he said, 'Oh, Saints Preserve Me, I can't, Mom!'" She said. " Then the more I thought about it, I thought it was great."
A representative of the Archdiocese of Detroit declined to comment Sunday because he was too busy looking up the definitions of all the Sister said.
Cuss words aren't the only things that set the Good Sister off. She's also banned cookies and milk from the lunchtime menu, saying, "I don't believe in molly coddling the future Leaders of America!"
Good for her! ;-D
Read the full story, from the AP, here:
I have mixed feelings on this.
Words are like bullets -- you
can't take 'em back. My folks
gave me a 22 rifle for Christmas
when I was eight. I also think
that's a good age to learn how
and where to cuss.
;)
Posted by: jaspar | December 12, 2007 at 08:13 AM