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Greetings, fair maidens. Sorry for the delay in missives. I've been in trial and . . . trying to figure out this new blogger format. In the past, I'd put in a dysfunctional URL address to prevent inadvertent postings but so far, I can't figure out how to do that. So if this post pops up in mid-sentence, you'll know why. And how to center things? Forget about it. I may have to change platforms -- this old dog doesn't learn new tricks.
What I'd really like to write about is the new US Supreme Court opinion which authorizes the police to strip search us at any time, for any reason. But the topic is awfully upsetting. Say you're driving with your old insurance card on your way to carpool and you left your new one in your kitchen next to your computer? Criminal offense? Umm, yeah, technically. A get-down-bend-over-squat-naked-and-cough offense? Well it sure as hell is now.
So, just when I thought we were starting to get the TSA behind the 8-ball, I find out it's you and I who are the ones behind the 8-ball. As I said, it's terribly upsetting.
Before I delve into the strip-search opinion and give us all nightmares, let me make you aware of another government trap: the "fairness" argument.
One afternoon after school, I picked up Mr. M from a classmate's house. And what a grand house it was. Huge, sitting on two lots, with a lovely swimming pool, a big outdoor patio . . . Well, let's just say, it was lots of cool.
As we pulled away, Mr. M turned to me in the car and said, "Wow, mom. Joe sure does live in a nice big house. I wish we did."
Seizing the moment, I said to Mr. M, "would you like to know what Joe and his parents really wish for?" Yes, he said, he did. "They wish that their little girl didn't have a fatal blood disease that could kill her. Did you know Joe's sister is very, very sick?" Mr. M was stunned.
Fairness, I said to Mr. M, is in the eyes of the beholder. Someone might envy me, I told him, watching me walk briskly through the grocery store, thinking my legs were lovely. But they'd never know I wear medical stockings and when they come off, it's "run for the hills." In his thoughtful mind, I could see the wheels spinning, acknowledging.
Someone might envy a fellow who appears rich, I said to Mr. M., never knowing the man's father beat him when he was a kid and walked out on the family. It didn't take long for Mr. M to get it.
There's no such thing as fairness. Period. We are not born equal. Some of us are born with more intelligence. Some of us are born with good looks. And a very few of us, like Suburban Matron and Stiletto Mom, are born with both.
But there is such a thing as equal opportunity, and our country is the only one who offers it to all. And the instant we stop falling for Obama's "fairness" gimmick -- because it simply cannot be defined -- the better off we will all be.
So watch this video about fairness in college GPAs and listen for the arguments in favor of taking away from the higher-ranking students to make it more "fair" for the "less-fortunate" others. And pay particular attention to the students who are all for "spreading the wealth" -- because they are the very same students who hadn't earned a high GPA themselves.
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