The college SNOWFLAKES just love freak shows. To them, everything is a freak show. The problem comes when you understand freaks don’t make enough money to pay off their college loans.
It starts at the top. The college president in the photos has four velvet stripes on his gown, a sure sign of small man disease since academic heraldry recognizes no such garb.
Every college president I’ve met who goes for the four stripes thing knows he/she is an intellectual lightweight who doesn’t have a real doctorate in a rigorous academic discipline. The real professors, not the posers, see it as a tip-off every time.
I don’t feel a bit sorry for the guy having to hand out degrees to and shaking the hands of a bunch of fruitcakes. He is one of the many “doctorate” holders in Women’s Studies, Gender Identity, Deweyism, or some other such tripe who (accurately) give American higher education a bad name.
I’m taking all the velvet off my gown. Let the prancing peacocks strut among themselves ...