I admit, when I first saw a bit about the STFU museum opening in Arkansas, I thought, It's about damned time!
The STFU deserves to be remembered. In the history of organized labor, of civil rights, of Arkansas and the South, the STFU mattered.
Ain't that the truth. I mean, they could devote an entire wing to Rosie O'Donnell alone. That would be something I'd pay to see. In fact, it could have a sort of petting-zoo attraction where a cardboard cutout could be set up with the offender's most annoying statements piped in, and people could just stand there and scream "STFU!"
Unfortunately, my elation turned quickly to disappointment upon learning that the acronym STFU does not mean what I really, really want it to mean.