(Sing it with me.)

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If you see me at the football camp
And I cry about an anal cramp
Walk on by, walk on by

I just can’t get over the anal rape
And so if I seem like I’ve been in a scrape
Walk on by, walk on by

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UD thanks David.

… at the Cliffs of Moher
five minutes ago.

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He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself:

—A day of dappled seaborne clouds

The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the grey-fringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language many-coloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Unlike the US of A, sweet reticent little Canada won’t tell you which of its country’s professors have been found guilty of research fraud. It might hurt their future research fraud prospects.

Ditto for the universities harboring the little fuckers: Might damage the schools’ reputation to have it known that they’re squandering taxpayer money on bullshit research.

Even attempting to report on the problem yields No Comment from the cute shy taxpayer funded agencies which might suffer embarrassment should it be known how their cover-up of Canadian research fraud continues to make Canada safe for research fraud.

Life of the mind, University of Georgia.

[Trumper Warning]

[Sing it with me.]

O Bobby Knight

O Knight Divine! O Knight, O Knight Divine!

Headline of the day.

… wearing the Panama hat
his sister got for him in
Ecuador.

… where two hundred former Penn State football players have sent a letter to the school demanding the return of the Joe Paterno statue.

This is just the latest public eruption of the festering madness infecting the school, as Paterno cultists within the board of trustees itself continue an unfortunate propaganda campaign in a vain attempt to make decades of rapes un-happen. Such wild truther-ism has found traction in central Pennsylvania, enough to entice Donald Trump to court them at a recent campaign event. Indeed, a Public Policy Polling poll in the state finds strong correlation between those who support Trump and still venerate Paterno, indicating a special combination of white, male, angry and stupid — all too fertile ground for dangerous, willful ignorance…

This letter is a vile and direct affront to [Jerry] Sandusky’s victims, with these players attempting to use their standing within the football program as some kind of positive status, despite its complicity in harboring Sandusky for years. The playing days for the letter’s signatories spans from the 1950s through the 2010s, covering entirely Sandusky’s time on campus, which began in 1963.

These players don’t care that for nearly half a century, Penn State football incubated child rape. Joe Paterno was Penn State football, and it was okay with him that his program was being used by a serial predator to abet and shield violent crimes.

Rational people outside this troubled community will never understand the psychological pathology that continues to drive efforts to create a more palatable alternate history.

The writer takes the effing nuts route, which sounds right to UD, although she’d add, in the case of some of the signees, repeated concussions.

If you add stupid (“white, male, angry and stupid”), you end up with a tripartite etiology: psychosis; concussion; stupidity. It’s not clear that anyone’s mind could withstand that onslaught.

… using her expertise as an economist and her far-ranging speculative intelligence to improve the world, has been stabbed to death.

Molly Macauley, a vice president at the think tank Resources for the Future, was walking her dogs in the evening near her Baltimore home when she was attacked.

Her cv reveals a workaholic, a person profoundly committed to the care of the earth and environs (“No Free Launch: Analysis of Space Transportation Pricing”). An adjunct professor at Johns Hopkins, she was also (among many other responsibilities) on the board of advisors for the William & Mary public policy program.

Scott Pace, Director of the Space Policy Institute at George Washington University, said “her loss is a loss to all of us, whether family and friends, colleagues, or the community in which she lived.” In an email, Pace characterized her as “an incredibly intelligent, energetic, and caring person who brought both warmth and rigor to her profession and the space community. … She combined high personal standards with a willingness to mentor and care for others that is often too rare.”

… is over! (Trumper Warning)

The halcyon days of graduates like Michael Milken, David S. Brown, Robert Salsbury, Ira B. Sokolow, Bruce Lee Newberg, Raj Rajaratnam, Courtney Dupree, Craig Toll, Anil Kumar, Thomas Hardin, Rajiv Goel, Steven Cohen, and many more have given way to the dark days of Wharton grad Donald Trump.

Silent until now about their honor roll of distinguished alumni (known to all as “The Wharton Mafia”), Wharton folk have lately decided to go public.

A letter disinvesting themselves from Trump has gone out from Wharton grads past and present. They begin with a questionable assertion:

At the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, students are taught to represent the highest levels of respect and integrity. We are taught to embrace humility and diversity.

There must be a serious teacher quality problem at Wharton, because it’s really not getting through.

The letter goes on to express “deep disappointment” in Trump’s hateful arrogant ways, so at odds with sweet humble Wharton… It’s important, its co-authors say, to “speak out against” Trump… But where’s the letter speaking out about decades and decades of The Wharton Mafia?

Say what you will about Trump, no one’s claiming he’s going to jail anytime soon, which is where much of The Wharton Mafia went.

Rep. Mark Sanford, R-South Carolina, said Trump promised to protect several articles of the Constitution — including “Article XII,” even though the Constitution has seven articles.

“It was the normal stream of consciousness that’s long on hyperbole and short on facts,” Sanford told reporters after the meeting.

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From out of some random mind particle
Comes the notion of Number Twelve Article.
That Scalia was strangled
And Vince Foster mangled
Come from the particle’s sparticle.

We haven’t seen a
personality like his.
Privileged bully.

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Mark Kirk, Senator, Illinois.

[Trumper Warning]

America’s first female president is definitely on the rag.

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(Headline source here.)

Wonderful writing, post-op, from Sarah Silverman.

The University of Tennessee gears up for another great season.