An Addendum to my Education Policy

I was inspired to add to my education policy after reading the latest installment of Just Making Convo.  Fellow blogger Bea Schooled unfairly received an “F” on her viral marketing project.  Anybody who is into marketing for a living who has seen Bea’s excellent work knows that she is destined for greatness.  Her “While You’re Down There” campaign is catchy and reaches along a wide array of products and services.  Her teacher failed to see this.

The reason why her teacher failed to see Bea’s brilliance was obvious to me:  The teacher did not have a talent to get a real marketing job.  Insert, “Those who can’t, teach” here.  The problem with America’s colleges is that the colleges are full of professors who have teaching jobs because they couldn’t get a real job in the business world.

I find this to be unacceptable.  Professors should be experienced in their fields.  Not only should they be experienced, but they should be the best in their field.  The world is more than what is described in textbooks and thesis papers.  It is the experiences one can only learn from people who have fought the battles and won.

My plan is simple:  Get the best people to teach the courses needed in the business world.  Get the CEOs who know how to lay off workers to raise the value of their company’s stock.  Get the people who planned the “New Coke” marketing plan in the 1980s.  It might not have created the sales they liked, but people still talk about it in marketing circles.  Let Bernie Madoff teach investment students how to start their own ponzi scheme social security system investment firm.

Replacing those who can’t with those who can is not enough We need our professors to be those who have.

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Back at It

I’ll be returning to the swing of things tomorrow.   The vacation was both relaxing and healing.  I even found time to campaign in Matamoras, PA and New Paltz, NY.  I have been to New Paltz before.  The locals said “Oh no this guy again!” “Welcome back!”  People are pleasantly surprised that a presidential candidate is offering solutions that don’t screw the people.  People smile when they heard me.  In fact, if my hearing was better, I could have sworn they enjoyed what I had to say so much, their joy was a laughter.

Vacation was relaxing.  My hamstring feels much better.  I find fishing more relaxing when I don;t put anything on the hook.  I don’t have to fight the fish as I am reeling it in because fish won’t bite a bare hook.  There are no worries about the fish was big enough to keep or if I had to bring it back.  And because I didn;t have any fish biting, I was able to drink the six-pack uninterrupted.

There wasn’t much to do Friday night in the town I was staying in, so I didn’t do anything.  There wasn’t much to do Saturday afternoon either so I worked on my tan.  Although I was laying down the entire time, I worked on my tan too hard and got burnt.

The town was happening Saturday night.  First there was the spaghetti dinner at the volunteer fire house.  It seemed like the entire town was there.  My brain froze because I had no plans for fire houses.  (I still don’t, but I am working on it.  This is important to me because the spaghetti dinner wasn’t like mama used to make.)

I asked the gentleman I was eating next to what people in town do on a Saturday night.  He said most people just stay home but some people hang out at the gas station.  We went to the gas station.  It was one of those gas stations with a convenience store.  There wasn’t much to do there but shoot the breeze.  A man named Dave seemed to shoot the breeze with an Uzi.  He had some stories to tell about the time he ran for governor in 2006.  He told me a lot that I could learn if I could remember.  There was a lot of information so I bought a notebook and a pack of pens.  I wrote everything down, but left the notebook at the store.  The notebook was gone when I came back the following morning.

Sunday was a good day.  I went to a local church near where I was staying.  The church had a pot luck lunch after service.  They had spaghetti (I think it was leftovers from the firehouse, but I wasn’t sure.)  I was about to leave when a woman brought out a pot of Strawberry Stroganoff.  Not just any Strawberry Stroganoff, Grandma Oudda’s recipe.  I asked her where she got the recipe.  She said she got it from this blog.  I would like to thank Janet or Debbie (I forgot her name) for reading this blog and for making my weekend.