I had a really great dream during a nap today.
Dreams so often blur the lines between sleep and reality. That is, to say, they seem so real at the time. They are real, as far as we know.
I've been thinking a bit lately about this man-hater, this slug named Kagan, who through no fault of her own, was awarded a spot as U.S. Solicitor General despite 31 senators voting negatively. I know that positions awarded like this one tend to be political in nature, but what if someone truly objective (remember the blindfold on the lady justice came along? Would both sides of the aisle come to an agreement in these modern United States?
Now, she's up for U.S. Supreme Court justice, which will be rammed through given the liberal balance of power in U.S. government, despite doubts on her morality; despite her lack of experience; despite her preposterous banning of military recruiting and ROTC at Harvard while working there. A likely constitutional revisionist and relativist who can sit there and tinker around for a nice, loooooong time.
I would refuse to go to Harvard, given the opportunity. Come to think of it, I'm glad we don't recruit there. The military has no room for those who lack humility and honor, the silver-spooned and vain.
In my nice dream, I had gone with my friend Rusty to a big Harvard gala. Just as the festivities let out, we stole our way up scores of stairs to the roof of the student union, atop a large hill. Then, turning around, the view of the town of Cambridge was quite breathtaking. The stairs were made of white limestone, like you'd see outside the SCROTUS (Supreme Court).
And then, we urinated all over the streets of Harvard from our bird's eye view. Not a trickle, but thousands of gallons flooding the area until you had something briefly resembling the waterways of Sicily.
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