Friends of goEMAW,
I write this to you in the hopes that you save yourself, the many gallons of internet message board ink that need not be spilled over trading base words and insults with our friends to the East. There are certain fights that ought not be fought--not so that men are misled or truth sacrificed; but because humility and manners dictate that as gentlemen and scholars we not humiliate children of God. However imperfect their crudely molded approximations of his image may be.
There are lands, even in the greatest country on Earth that are forsaken places, roamed by the beasts of poverty, ignorance, hatred and fear. What possibly joy might we derive from discussing their plight? What can be gained by drawing the eyes of our impressionable youth upon their suffering without first educating our own to the nature of their environment?
We fitst ought to be mindful of our own forefathers. Our forefathers, frontiersmen, molded our great city of Manhattan into a diverse, modern, beautiful, youthful, urban, college city nestled at the bosom of the bountiful Flint Hills. We see these as our birthright, but it was not always that way. Indeed, there were struggles for many in the early days. That is not to say that our own hard work has gone unrecognized, in fact the lifestyle afforded our scholars is consistently recognized by a variety of publications as the epitome of "the good life." But I am sad to say friends, that not everyone has what we have, not every soul that yearns for knowledge is able to discover it, not every habitable dwelling is a home we would recognize.
I will share a personal story that may better illustrate my point. There was once a man. He was a Cornishmen and worked in the mines. He had no future, no savings, no future. One day a fellow Cornishmen offered him an opportunity, but it required him to move a great distance on the word of his countrymen. He declined the offer. The man with the opportunity moved to Detroit, worked the 1st shift at Ford, then opened a tool and die shop that operated on 3rd shift. Eventually he left the assembly line and grew his business into a very successful operation. His children went on to get an education, while the man who had declined his offer continued toiling in the mines, his family and life in ruins. When my father moved to Kansas, Detroit was the same dead end for him that the mines were for the generation before him.
What does this story teach us? Certainly not to hate the man left behind. To the contrary! We should educate them about the opportunities of the lands beyond as we visit their homes. Spread the good, prosperous word of EMAW to the ignorant and the indigent. These people deserve not our mockery or scorn, but our compassion. You see, directional schools and directional states always have a chip on their shoulder. In the hearts they know that they somehow missed the train. This is our chance, our opening, to provide them with the truth.
Take this opportunity from this day forward friends. Try to make them see the light before Saturday. If we cannot reach them, perhaps Collin Klein and Arthur Brown's righteous anger will have them reconsider. Not everyone is able to see their path until they are forced to see it and even then many will not follow it. For the forsaken horde that stays behind burning couches and drinking moonshine, they will be condemned to live in filth amongst the consequences of their choice.
My fellow Wildcats, I beseech you to be the difference in a West Virginian's life this week. Our youngster's need our example as much as the directional schools do. Don't let them down.
with EMAW,
Kat Kid
