Our Declining Language (part 10 in an endless series)

This installment of Our Declining Language (an ongoing feature here at The Weekly Curmudgeon) offers visual evidence that some people don't even know how to spell the very things they're promoting.

There's your state pride for you.

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?

This place offers your choice of misspellings.

I can only imagine what the old "managementship" was like.

Maybe Lee can help me with my Inglesh . . . or My, punctuation and Capitalization.

Well, all the letters are there. That's something at least.

Friends, the message is this: proofread. Proofread twice. If your words are going to be displayed to the public, then proofread again. And the larger that display is going to be, the more important it is to . . . well, you get the idea. Save yourself the embarrassment and save the rest of us the despair. Accuracy matters.

This has been a public service announcement (proofed about nine times) from your Weekly Curmudgeon.