I’m right this moment asserting my candidacy for the Harvard Corporation – the board that has completely run Hamas on the Charles into the bottom these previous few a long time.
You could say, Howie, you will have not one of the mandatory {qualifications} – you didn’t inherit billions of {dollars} and also you by no means had the luxurious of checking the precise bins and having all the things handed to you with out ever having to interrupt a sweat, and even crack a ebook.
All true, however there may be a gap, apparently, for a 14th member of the Corporation, though it’s seldom, if ever reported.
From the Wall Street Journal final month:
“One faculty member, citing a carve-out in the Massachusetts Constitution that reserves authority over Harvard to the state Legislature, asked Massachusetts lawmakers to consider installing a government official on the board to provide more transparency and public accountability.”
Transparency? Public accountability? No surprise state-run media in Boston have little interest in this story.
“A spokeswoman for Gov. Maura Healey said the governor is aware of the proposal and looks forward to reviewing it.”
Yeah, proper. Maura is completely in on the Harvard grift. If you’re not a part of the answer….
But the actual fact is, the Commonwealth may step in. And as wretchedly because the state is run, Beacon Hill couldn’t probably do a worse job than the entitled swells who picked pampered plagiarist Claudine Gay to destroy the varsity’s already tattered fame.
What Dylvan Mulvaney did to Bud Light, Claudine Gay has executed to Harvard.
So put me in, coach, as John Fogarty would say. I’m tanned, rested, and able to go.
I take into account myself the “town-and-gown” candidate for the Corporation. It is true, I didn’t attend Harvard, however two of my daughters matriculated at Harvard Law School – the day care middle, that’s.
I taught a five-week course, or led a gaggle, or one thing, on the Institute of Politics again within the late Eighties. The first day I needed to cross a picket line to get to class. They had been protesting me, I can’t keep in mind what for anymore.
I’ve been each a renter and a landlord within the People’s Republic. On Prescott Street, I had a (rent-controlled) residence with no warmth. Then I owned a condominium on Harvard Street. My tenants included junior Harvard school.
I nonetheless keep in mind a name from one in all my renters within the fall of 2004. The prof was complaining a couple of leaky faucet or bathroom. He needed it fastened by election night time, as a result of he and his fellow pablum-puking goateed trust-funders had been planning an enormous victory occasion for John Kerry.
Like Harry Chapin, I knew it’d by no means be organized. Either the plumber or the Kerry victory occasion.
But the purpose is, I do know these individuals, very, very effectively.
And that’s why I must be on the Corporation. I also have a platform.
First, we put our cash the place our mouth is. You know Sen. Elizabeth Warren, the faux Indian, the primary tenured girl of shade on the Harvard school till she wasn’t… of shade?
She has lengthy proposed a “wealth tax,” which might require that people pay a sure share of their “wealth” yearly – when she first ran for the Senate, it was 6 p.c each year on something over a billion {dollars}.
I’m all in on it – beginning with Harvard. Their endowment is over $50 billion. Six p.c of fifty billion is three billion! Isn’t it time Harvard paid its fair proportion? It’s for the youngsters.
Three billion a 12 months is an effective begin. In a decade, we’ll have that endowment right down to $20 billion.
Speaking of taxes, once I lived in Cambridge, I not solely paid property taxes, but in addition my vehicle excise tax. Which is greater than you may say for the faux Indian, till she began working for the Senate. She thought excise taxes had been just for white-eyes. Prentendian communicate with massive forked tongue.
Next, I’d sit down with the editors of the Harvard Crimson, which continues to be an honest school newspaper. I’d supply them a pleasant suggestion.
Kids, I like the way you guys have all the time put within the class of all people in your tales, like when Rep. Elise Stefanik took out Gay and the UPenn president on the Congressional listening to final month, you id’ed her as “Stefanik ’06.”
I didn’t know that. Thank you for the data.
It’s time to take it one step additional, although. I’d additionally prefer to know the SAT scores of everybody who will get written up within the Crimson, simply to place to relaxation these terribly unfair rumors about how the varsity is now overrun with unqualified members of the protected courses.
For instance, I learn a narrative final month about two “students” dealing with disciplinary fees for collaborating in a “pro-Palestinian demonstration.” Their names had been Kojo Acheampong and Prince Williams.
Could I get me a SAT verify on these two younger students? On all of them, in truth.
Now, everyone knows that Claudine Gay has been unfairly attacked. As one other famous scholar, the Rev. Al Sharpton, identified on MSNBC when she bought the job a couple of months in the past (all dialogue assured verbatim):
“The daughter of Haitian immigrants, Professor Gay is a widely admire higher educated uh hi-higher education leader and recognized as a highly influential expert on American political participation.”
How true, Reverend. And these fees of plagiarism – excuse me, “duplicative language?”
As the New York Times put it, “Often the language in question is technical boilerplate.”
Remember that, all you youths on the market. If a instructor catches you stealing any person else’s stuff, simply say it’s nothing however “technical boilerplate.”
As the latest member of the Corporation – the “community advocate,” because it had been – I plan to supply an olive department to all of the silver-spoon wealthy bastards who’ve been wanting down their noses on the likes of me all their jet-setting lives.
At my first assembly, I’ll commiserate with board chair Penny Pritzker. I’ll say, “Madame Secretary, I don’t believe for a second that your cousin Tom Pritzker had sex with Jeffrey Epstein’s underage victim, no matter what she said under oath in federal court.”
I’ve already reached out to “Dr.” Gay. On the Friday earlier than Christmas I left her a message on her cellphone. I graciously supplied her a possibility to return on my radio present for a philosophical dialogue concerning the variations between “inadequate citation” and… plagiarism.
In the spirit of the season, I closed by wishing her a “Happy Kwanzaa.”
Alas, she didn’t get again to me. Perhaps she was busy re-reading one of many countless slobbering puff items about her within the Globe. My private favourite sob story ran Dec. 12:
“Harvard needs Claudine Gay as president more than she needs Harvard.”
Poor embattled “Dr.” Gay. But at the very least there’s one comfort.
It was actually a Kwanzaa to recollect.
Source: www.bostonherald.com”