Please DO Let The Door Hit You

My grandfather used to say the only way he would ever agree to be President of the U.S. was if you threatened to make him Mayor of New York instead. I think we've found a way to make him willing to move into Gracie Mansion. Tell him otherwise he'll be President of Harvard, and if he totally messes up and gets deservedly kicked out he'll be defended by people like the target of Doghouse Riley's skewering at Grade Inflation:

I grant you that Townhall's readers have no interest in accuracy, let alone complex explanations to life's little differences of opinion, and no doubt Benji knows his audience. But sheesh, kiddo, unless you're planning to become Attorney General after you graduate, you're gonna have to deal with somebody's else's version of the facts someday.