Reflections on 10/18/25

Reflecting on the days events, so far. Today was a good day. A young man and woman of our community got married in peace (I stayed home to watch the Dawgs beat up on Ole Miss- Rebels? that's a little archaic of a mascot, don't you think? Are they talking Confederates or Luke Skywalker? Definitely not the Mujahideen). Educate your young boys not to grow up to be Nazis or Mussolinies or Stalins or Musks or elephant tusk poachers (roll tide!), before it's too late and you're bailing them out of the prisoner of war camps of the Allies. Nuremberg Trial oncoming.
I have great respect for Richard Sherman (shoutout Clarke Middle School!)and William Tecumsah Sherman who said: "I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell."
I've never been a prisoner of war, but I know what it's like to be systematically psychologically tortured (I'll tell you about my experiences at the Tel Aviv airport later one day- "What kind of name is Manas??" they asked me lol [one of a kind] ... "What do you know of Al-Shabab [well I am self-educated, too, you know] ... "why did you come to Israel first if you're going to Ethiopia first??" [clue: the tickets were cheaper that way, sorry, stereotype away!... ~ "You're saying your grandfather changed his name in America to escape anti-semitic racist persecution and discrimination? Since when do Jews get discriminated against in America?"... well I learned a lot about Israel after that point, but not before a month in Abyssinia, the best days of my life)- mind you, I was later in Haifa for a study abroad (HU has a magnificent museum on their campus, btw, check it out!), sponsored by UGA and got the best medical ride home after checking out the mental hospital where one young man ran around like a chicken with its head cut off running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and the other older guy giving me medicine kept telling me in English "I don't speak English!" (Medical translation is important).
All to say, it's good to have traveller's insurance if you plan on getting swept up by the mental health police because you decided to skip class to go on a walkabout (more on that later)..." Suffice it to say, sometimes I am suffused with enthusiasm (why shouldn't I be? Go read my undergraduate honours thesis, and you'll understand. Or just listen to "Hey Jude" (or watch the Youtube live version- I imagine John Lennon was thinking of my father when he was a boy, and soothing his soul with the beauty of the rock and roll) I LOVE CHUCK BERRY! (if you know, you know).
The following were some thoughts I shared with my mentor/mentee: The wise man's greatest challenge is the fool, and the wise man's greatest joy is the wisdom of others, of whatever age or vintage. "The wise man falters the fool, (or is it flatters?) [somebody call Flanders! I need a left-handed version of a record player, ASAP]"
Dha dhin dhin daha
dha dhin dhin dha
na tin tin na
te te tin tin tha
any job offers for a Master of Public Health?