Today’s quote comes to us from Bernard Goldberg, the Emmy-winning journalist from CBS News, who fell off the wagon (or maybe was pushed) when he went public with his political conservatism.
Mr. Goldberg has written an excellent column about the predominance of smug, obnoxious, self-important, intolerant left wing academics on college campuses, secure in the knowledge of how deferentially they will be treated by their schools – a subject I have hit on numerous times in this blog.
Mr. Goldberg has a number of quotes which could have qualified for today’s Quote Of The Day honors. But the one I like most is his last sentence:
If arrogance, smugness and having a false sense of intellectual superiority were a crime, our jails would be packed with college professors. And a lot of faculty lounges would be empty.
That wins because it made me spontaneously smile (if ruefully) and nod my head in agreement.
Maybe you did too.
To start a thread on an unrelated topic:
Evidence has been found that William Tell and his family were avid bowlers. However, all the league records were unfortunately destroyed in a fire.
Thus we’ll never know for whom the Tells bowled.
Back in the 1800’s the Tates Watch Company of Massachusetts wanted to produce other products and, since they already made the cases for pocket watches, decided to market compasses for the pioneers traveling west. It turned out that although their watches were of finest quality, their compasses were so bad that people often ended up in Canada or Mexico rather than California. This, of course, is the origin of the expression; “He who has a Tates is lost!”
A famous Viking explorer returned home from a voyage and found his name missing from the town register.
His wife insisted on complaining to the local civic official who apologized profusely saying, “I must have taken Leif off my census.”
There was a man who entered a local paper’s pun contest. He sent in ten different puns, in the hope that at least one of the puns would win.
Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.
A doctor made it his regular habit to stop off at a bar for a hazelnut daiquiri on his way home. The bartender knew of his habit, and would always have the drink waiting at precisely 5:03 p.m. One afternoon, as the end of the work day approached, the bartender was dismayed to find that he was out of hazelnut extract. Thinking quickly, he threw together a daiquiri made with hickory nuts and set it on the bar. The doctor came in at his regular time, took one sip of the drink and exclaimed, “This isn’t a hazelnut daiquiri!”
“No, I’m sorry,” replied the bartender, “it’s a hickory daiquiri, doc.”