Who will fill Captain Pabst's desk?
In every area I discuss on this blog, the terminal disease afflicting our majority American society is the same: the repudiation of the larger. This can be seen most starkly in the neighborhoods of our major urban universities. Where these institutions once celebrated the communion of souls across time, space and language, they now narrow the Western spirit to a relationship between one's self and one's sex or one's self and one's bank account. Paradoxically, this is the most anti-capitalistic development imaginable; we have no degreed Captain Frederick Pabst or Frederick Miller. Major wealth creators with degrees are few. Would that some benefactor would build a new temple to the human spirit, shaking off the mere pension-drawers and chair warmers and their ill ideology. Let the voices of Plato, Rousseau and Jesus once again fill our halls; no doubt Captain Pabst heard their voices as loudly as those of his lawyer or accountant. Let us once again require lawyers and accountants to contribute to the larger human enterprise or be ignored.