God: Unclassified (You Bet Your Life, a/k/a Feynman Wouldn't Bet with His Money)

EVEN MSNBC COULD NOT FIND KETANJI BROWN JACKSON'S CHURCH OF MEMBERSHIP

For those attracted like gravity to the paranormal, Thomas Francis University (TFU), a college not even ranked by U.S. News and World Report, “offers spiritually-based and metaphysically-based degrees and affordable courses perfect for open-minded students with esoteric interests.”

First, from a strictly economic perspective, think of the drama majors who thought they would one day be Barbra Streisand or Al Pacino. Not a good bet, and after a pandemic, over in your mind or not, for two years, everyone has had the opportunity to consider the fact that, save the planet for climate change or not, at some point, you will have no more quarters to put in this video game we play called life, and, just like an infinite universe makes 65% believe that intelligent life, not just life, exists on other planets, according to Pew Research, there is a 100% chance that your gameplay experience will have a big "game over" sign on it. And you don't wannabe the guy feasting on sushi platters at Wasabi to find out that it wasn't all you can eat, and you have to pay for this crap, with or without your TFU degree in Paranormal Science or Parapsychology, or Accelerated Metaphysics, for a nominal investment for just $300. Momma used to say: you get that for which you pay. But, if you, like thespians, are just into the your craft, go on and splurge on the Masters and PhD degree offerings at TFU, live long and try to prosper.

Science, Big Bang Theory notwithstanding--and Dr. Francisco Duran the Superintendent at Arlington Public Schools has not yet launched a program to keep students safe from universes coming into existence in the vacuums inside any third grade thermos--is based on the idea that results can be replicated. Now, think: Don Beyer, congressman, had parents that sent him to Gonzaga High School , for a fine Jesuit education, just like Tim Kaine. Victoria Virasingh, a daughter of immigrants who she says worked multiple jobs, attended Saint Agnes, a parochial school in Arlington, and went on to Stanford University, and kids at the best public high schools in Arlington attain, on average 1270 on the SAT, which may get you into Howard University, an HBCU, but not Harvard, in the Ivy Leagues. Do you see any public school kids in affluent and highly educated Arlington running for Congress who believe they can win? And, if you adopt a bad plan, you may be successful, by accident, but the odds are that you shall not defy the odds.

A novel coronavirus, if you believe zoonotic evolution, got lucky, developing a gain of function, to attach to a human host, closed your businesses, churches, library and schools, and kept improving itself, without even a sentient thought so that even Dr. Tony Fauci is worried about what a virus with no brain might do next.

If you subscribe to Darwinian Evolution, just think of some new chromosomal variant from a species suddenly emerging, defying the odds, then contending being with being a little different from everyone else in a jungle, with no government assistance, protection of its franchise, affirmative action, civil rights laws, welfare, universal healthcare, living wage or anything else you believe you need to survive, and then, like Romeo and Juliet, hooking up with its star-crossed lover with the same mutated chromosomal pattern, without online dating, a Jewish mother to do some matchmaking or anything else, and then creating a whole new species. And, if you are still angry about how you were treated differently in high school or college, in the evolution game, pal, you are on your way to extinction. And, hopefully, for you, you don't have to worry about any hereafter.

Gamblers make their luck, and even Dr. Richard Feynman said that he would only gamble if he was gambling with somebody else's money, and you are in a bet for your life. And you look like a winner, but will Tony Robbins see you at the top? Even Rev. King, in his Mountaintop Address said, "I may not get there with you", and it is not likely the namesake of the Virginia's 8th Congressional District Committee was saying that he thought that you'd be in Heaven instead of him, with his Nobel Prize.