The Yeshiva Owes Your Parents a Refund
I suppose that it is unkind of me to devote posts about the short comings of other bloggers. I have plenty of my own, but that is why I have a wife and kids. Those Virgos love to pick, point and poke. So it is not without a certain sympathy that I write this post about a group of bloggers.
Yidden, some of you need to contact whomever was responsible for teaching you English. In particular you need to contact the teachers who worked with your on grammar and spelling because they failed you. Your posts are practically illiterate. They read as if they were written by dyslexic fourth graders.
It drives me crazy to see this. It makes you look foolish, ignorant and often times boorish. I feel badly. I really do. I am almost ashamed to write this post because it is a bit unfair to pick on you this way, but that is why I am not mentioning names.
It just boggles my mind to see how poor your command of the language is. I don’t claim to be an expert. I make plenty of mistakes and am not claiming to be a better person than you, but my word. Sometimes I just want to scream.
Written communication is a fundamental skill that impacts both your personal and professional life. It is a critical tool that you can use to do so much with, but some of you were robbed. Some of you were given the axe handle but not the blade. An anvil without a hammer is useless.
Oy, it is painful to read.