I want to believe, I surely do, but I just have yet to find a free lunch. From what I have pieced together today, it seems that the President’s proposal is more of a trick to drive more control to Washington. Free community college, from the student’s perspective is a good thing, but it is still only a fraction of the cost of attendance. That should be our target.
I have little else to say on this that isn’t said better by Brando.
On the day I left home to make my way in the world, my daddy took me to one side.
“Son,” my daddy says to me,
“I am sorry I am not able to bankroll you to a large start, but not having the necessary lettuce to get you rolling, instead, I’m going to stake you to some very valuable advice.”
“One of these days, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken.”
“Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear.”
“But, son, you do not accept this bet because, as sure as you stand there, you’re going to wind up with an ear full of cider.”
Nathan: A guy without a doll… If a guy does not have a doll, who would holler on him?
Sky: A doll is a necessity. I am not putting the knock on dolls. But they are something to have only when they come in handy, like cough drops. And the proof that I am right is that dolls are available as far as the eye can see.
Nathan: Not dolls like Adelaide.
Sky: Nathan, nothing personal and no offence, but, weight for age, all dolls are the same.
Nathan: All dolls are the same, huh?
Sky: As far as the eye can see.
Nathan: It seems to me the one place a doll would come in handy would be in Havana.
Nathan: So how come you ain’t got one? How come you are going alone, without a doll?
Sky: A matter of choice. I choose to travel alone, but if I wish to take a doll, the supply is more than Woolworths has got beads.
Nathan: Not high-class dolls.
Sky: There’s only one class: interchangeable. A doll is a doll. All dolls, any doll. You name her.
Nathan: Any doll? Will you bet on that? Will you bet a thousand bucks that if I name a doll, you can take the same doll to Havana with you tomorrow?
Sky: You’ve got yourself a bet.
Nathan: I name her.
Nathan: Sergeant Sarah Brown.
Sky: Daddy! I got cider in my ear.
Because I have, or will haven, hitchhiked the length and breadth of the galaxy, I always have my towel handy, and will glad to help you dry your ear.