<div class=”d4p-bbp-quote-title”>matt76 wrote:</div>By golly they have a degree that say they are too good to pick up a shovel. I don’t see it quite as much in rural areas but I still see it. Don’t even get me started on common sense. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but good lord some of these kids are dumber than a box rocks.

Going to college or university IS NOT an “education”. That’s just how you get credentialed….

The word “education” comes from the Latin ex meaning “out” or “beyond”, plus ducare, meaning “to lead”. So, an “education” leads you out beyond your understanding of the world, life, etc… only very rarely does college or university do that. Outside of the hard sciences, I wouldn’t give a plug nickel for the rest…

I’ve spent a good portion of my life tramping around the world – some on my own, some working for Uncle Sugar – seeing how others live, their expectations in life, their day to day problems. Such far flung places as Moldova, Namibia, Panama, the Middle East, Colombia, almost all of Europe. I’ve seen firsthand, on the ground, the results of policies and different political systems other countries inflict on their citizens… it’s not some in-the-classroom mental exercise or theoretical model preached to mush-head Minnies as being “better” than ours.

One of the most touching moments (yeah, I have a heart… don’t spread it around) was in England. I had a friend. Flew helicopters off the HMS Invincible (kept teasing him about tempting fate by naming the boat that.. :) ), even though close friendships between enlisted men and officers were frowned upon (he was a Commander, I was a lowly buck Sergeant). Took leave and went upcountry to the Lake District to visit him and his family. While I was there, I took a walk (in the rain… it always rains in England. It’s miserable, but it makes up for the lousy food). Found a bench in some unnamed park, next to a small lake, and I sat down to watch the ducks…

After a while, this old man came along and sat down next to me. We started talking about this and that and I found out he was a paratrooper, like me. Fought in WWII. Green Devils. So, there we sit, the young para and the old, discussing life and politics and war and everything… I asked him what he thought about the current state of England. The old man was silent for a minute or two, and then he told me that since he was my age, he’d seen his country decline. Not due to the citizenry, but because of the policies of his government in spite of what the citizenry wanted.

He got choked up, then he got mad. Started cursing the politicians in office and what they were doing, had done for decades, literally pissed all over the memory of all the good men who died defending England… spent his whole life a patriot, working, playing by the rules, and for what? The pols, they sold out his country… and they smiled as they did it. I shook the old man’s hand, wished him luck and then trudged back in the endless rain…

The world doesn’t owe anyone a favor, or a life, or anything. Anyone who tells you different is trying to sell you something. All men are NOT created equal – yes, some are better than others. Some are smarter and faster and stronger and possess a greater will than you do. To think otherwise – to not only deny the very reality in front of your face, but to insist it’s not what it is – is a pretty good working definition of insanity.

I was fortunate enough to be twice blessed with a sharp mind and a good school that beat a good foundation into my head (them nuns at Saint Anthony’s were merciless), but my education didn’t begin until I went out looking for it myself. And it’s still not done…

The wicked flee when none pursueth..." - Proverbs 28:1