College on YouTube

At the college that I went to, most of the faculty had a very progressive, liberal, fault-finding perspective. Most of the students, too. And those that didn’t were generally arrogant and self-assured about the benefits of conservative self-centered self-help.

Now you can go to college on YouTube.

Some of this criticism is spot on. Some of it is ludicrous. Does this commentator honestly believe that all transactions everywhere are always mutually beneficial? Anyone who does not have an MBA and has worked a few jobs should know better. Exploitation is real. Capitalism does a lot better with the “worst form of commerce, except for the alternatives” line of defense than it does with the “does no harm” line of defense.

There are other such things in the commentary to complain about; other blind assertions, fiat declarations of universal rules and benefits, and so forth.

But you know what? The drivel being commented on doesn’t actually deserve better.

I was going to recommend the commentary for any kids young enough not to have experience seeing through liberal hate speech, but I am not sure I know any kids that are both capable of understanding the more complex words and sentences used and also not capable of understanding the inadequacy of the woman’s presentation. So now I am just posting it so you can get disgusted. Enjoy.

Tuesday the 6th

Yesterday I forgot what I meant to write about. I had went into work on Sunday, and I wanted to write about seeing Grandpa again.

Not really Grandpa, of course. But some elderly man who looked and acted like Grandpa did the Saturday after his turn for the worse. I didn’t cry, but there were so many strange emotions. The most unexpected situation was when the PT introduced me to him. He slowly turned his head toward me and said in the same half-whispering half-gasping speech Grandpa had used on Saturday, “Hi, TT.”

But he said it with a joke or a smile in his voice, as though he knew me, recognized me, liked me. I felt the warmth of his greeting spread through me and the smile leap on my face, but inside I was thinking “He sounds exactly like Grandpa. Exactly like Grandpa. I don’t know him; he doesn’t know me. Why does he sound so much like Grandpa? How can he sound so much like Grandpa? It’s like he’s always known me and glad to see me. It’s like he is Grandpa, but he isn’t Grandpa.”

He was in Oncology, so I guess he was dying of cancer. He didn’t seem agitated. . .but it was wrong, all wrong. When Grandpa looked like this, he had people he loved, his family, sitting around him, talking and laughing. Here it was still, too still. No one was there. He was alone. No one sang him songs or squeezed his feet. The people who saw to his needs were strangers, only doing what they were paid to do. (read the rest at Cloudy Day Writing)

“The fourth quarter looks brighter”

http://www.businessweek.com/ap/financialnews/D9B2GCRO0.htm

Car sales died in September. Everyone was supposed to expect this because the other name for “Cash for clunkers” is “Buy Tomorrow’s Car Today.”

Put these pieces together:

“It was a more difficult month than we anticipated,” Mark LaNeve, GM’s vice president of U.S. sales, told reporters during a conference call.
[…]
GM’s sales plunged 45 percent to 155,679 vehicles in September, compared with a year earlier. Chrysler sold only 62,197 vehicles last month, down 42 percent.

[…]

“As expected, the market returned to pre-Cash for Clunkers levels in September,” said GM’s LaNeve. “Fortunately the fourth quarter looks brighter.”

Yesterday was worse than we expected, but we expect tomorrow to be better. It’s the song of the recession.