Once a commie, always a bastard:

Absolutely crazy story.

Michael Gloss grew up in Fairfax, Virginia. His mom was appointed a CIA Deputy Director under the Biden Administration, and his dad served in the military. He was a Boy Scout.

Then he went to college and became an anti-American, pro-Communist hippy. He then became pro-Islam, anti-Israel, and even denied the October 7 massacre. Then he joined the Russian military and fought against Ukraine. And then he was killed in battle at age 21.

https://x.com/MarinaMedvin/status/1915754443397533990?t=_nmmdhPq-G5CXBRYYj7xZw&s=19

The jerk’s mother, Julianne Gallina Gloss, is “the Deputy Director for Digital Innovation at the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency (CIA).”

The CIA is Chick-fil-A of these horrible people.

International students are gossipping:

“And then the professor introduced us to this transgender person he said was his ‘girlfriend.’ And the next day we saw him French-kissing an actual woman in the cafeteria. This campus is better than a Latin American soap opera!”

Here’s today’s video. Please observe the outfit because it will illustrate the following post.

One can have weak dopamine receptors, aggressive tendencies, a strong narcissistic component, extreme introversion, hyperactivity, etc. We are born with these things. But we can do something positive and productive with them. Or not.

I have all the above-listed things. Mentioning them to me as a criticism is a waste of time. Of course, I’m aggressive and narcissistic. I wouldn’t be a great teacher and a strong leader without them.

Go away, stupid bastard. Go away, go away, go away.

Why these pieces of crap keep haunting my Academia profile is a mystery. I only write for normal people with developed intellects.

On a positive note, yesterday I was approached by a student who is visiting from Ukraine and who was stunned to see the author of one of the textbooks they use in class right here on our otherwise not famous campus.

Some years ago I wrote about this mega liberal family I know that put their kid in an Evangelical school during COVID. The mother was an executive at some huge agricultural concern, and COVID lockdowns were preventing her from traveling for work. These are very wealthy people who live in a veritable mansion. The executive mother was filling my Facebook thread with the most BLMish posts imaginable. Her attitude to the Evangelical school was that it was an arrangement of convenience, and the silly religious stuff had to be tolerated until public schools reopened.  “Ha ha, it’s hilarious that I, of all people, should have a kid who prays every evening and insists we say grace at meals,” she would post regularly.

But her little girl is the most headstrong child I know besides my own. If there was going to be an ideological battle between her and the mom, my bets were on the kid.

By the time the girl went to second grade, the mother found Jesus. I can’t begin to describe how unexpected it was to see her suddenly start posting updates from her Bible Study group and pictures of the family on their way to church. This used to be the most liberal person you could imagine. She went on to have two more kids, left her big agricultural concern, and started her own business that fights Big Ag and provides support to small agricultural producers. She’s still as effective as ever, and from what I can gather, now makes even more money.

Trump eliminated disparate impact!

I wrote about disparate impact here. Also here.

Put that in your pipe and suck on it, LBJ.

I wrote 58,724 words of my book since October 2, 2023. Of course, I also wrote articles and book chapters in that time. But oh, this goes so slowly.

Today I wrote about the experience economy (as in, selling experiences instead of physical products.) Tomorrow, I’m scheduled to do the bit about the peculiar nature of Mexican homophobia. On Friday, I’m writing about Calderonian jealousy. And yes, it’s all connected.

I didn’t know I was part of a trend among the “well-heeled” but I clearly am.

I can’t criticize the trend because N is extremely happy. He says it feels like he’s on a permanent paid vacation. And he has the exact same number of friends and contacts with co-workers as he had before working remotely, which is zero. It’s been 4 years (since early COVID), and seeing the absolute joy this is giving him is irresistible. Of course, this means I’m now doomed to going daily to the office even when I stop being department Chair but it’s still worth it.