on mascots
What do I know?
My first alma mater had as its mascot a saint. Yes, a saint.
The next one was a Quaker.
Somewhere in here, I'm reasonably certain, is a message. One entirely ignored by me.
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Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken
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