Masters of Slavery and Information Science

Dogs jump through hoops. Masters whip their slaves. The typical degreed librarian is a special needs child stumbling around, patting herself on the back and spitting in the face of those who know that something matters more. That is an insult to special needs children. Only for that I am sorry. Just as those pedophile priests refused to confess, you stare at those who have run laps around you, pointing out their lack of papers and their imagined misdeeds. Look up and out. Most importantly, look within. Know that to force anyone into a degree for what they could be taught with colored chalk on a sidewalk is ludicrous.