Over at Uni Watch, they know how to call a spade a spade:
Clown or not, tears or not, win or not, the kid still gets some sort of medal. Now we can rest assured that this kid can march forward and enjoy a lifetime of unassailable self-esteem.
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.
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