Important decision about to be made -- eat or flick?
I remember my first beer:
Yeah well, you can field just about any question on any subject when your only answer is to surf incoherently on a nose-picking symphony of boilerplate, homilies, and (hopefully) invented anecdotes.
With this kind of rigorous decision-making process, it's no wonder we are where we are. But shit, is he retarded, or does he assume that we are? As usual, probably both.
Still, the same tired-ass stories every freakin' time, man, like he's proud of that shit. "Heh-heh, see, ya studied hard 'n' played by the rules 'n' lurned lots 'n' lots of heavy stuff -- an' yer still workin' for a guy like me! Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!"
It's all about him and his wittle ego, isn't it? It's about smarter, more qualified people having to be deferential to him and his gut, never mind that there is no university management program on the planet -- especially Harvard's -- that tells you to just go with your gut at the expense of all countervailing empirical evidence and analysis. He'll show 'em all; nobody can tell him nothin'.
Well, he's your preznit, Lancaster, that's why he's there, so choke on it.
The PhD and the C student consult on a weally big decision.