Yes, I'm sick. But I'm doing better than my cat, who lost a fight to a vet with a scalpel yesterday morning and ended up testicleless. So, compared to him, I got no complaints. Sorry, Teddy.
I just watched Rambo IV, one of the best of Stallone's bad movies. I am less of a person for having watched it, but at least I am not my cat. I watched it for free on YouTube. It was over-priced. Spoiler alert: People get shot.
I am reminded of "Bad Movie Night" when I was in grad school a thousand years ago. It was free to get in, but you had to pay if you wanted to leave before the last movie ended. They showed three or four really bad movies. I got out for free.
Still just a dream
My daughter will be graduating from college in a couple months, a full two years early. Unless she completely messes up between now and then, she will graduate with highest honors and with a 4.0 GPA in her major (English) and in her minor (history). She has her sights set on a PhD and will probably have it by dinner time at the rate she's going.
I brag about her a lot, unapologetically. Sorry about that.
She recently completed an application for grad school. The application, of course, asked for her race. She, of course, refused to answer. Actually, there was one race-based question she was required to answer: "Do you consider yourself hispanic?" She answered no. She probably could have gotten away with answering yes, and probably received some advantages as a result. Not that she's hispanic. She's not. But why not say she considers herself hispanic? Seriously, why not?
Thankfully, the other race-based questions were optional.
It seems to me that in a right-side-up, non-insane world, the feral —that is, federal — government would immediately order schools that get feral funding to stop asking questions about race. Then again, we live in an upside-down, insane world, so the feral government, instead of putting a stop to race-based questions, insist that schools ask them.
This is very bizarre indeed, considering that in this country, there is only one American we honor with his own national holiday, and he had a dream that future generations would be judged not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
Still just a dream, nearly half a century later.