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I've made some allusions to how embarrassingly smug and lazy Kyle "I went to Yale" Smith's series is. We're two (short) posts in and it's still difficult to find substantive criticisms underneath an onslaught of purple prose and obvious contempt for community colleges.


The main allegations of his post are that Dr. Biden isn't a great writer and that she didn't do what Smith considers an adequate amount of work to justify her degree. It isn't shocking that he'd avoid substantive critique, as he lacks the expertise to make it.

In the paragraph below šŸ‘‡, Smith takes Biden's citation pattern – for a potted, perfunctory history of community colleges (which isn't intended to be anything else) – as evidence that she couldn't be bothered to do the reading.


Did he bother to look at the books? At least check their tables of contents? One can find some basic information online. Cohen & Brawer (2003) appears to be a standard textbook on community colleges (cited 5400+ times). The page ranges reflect... relevant parts of the text.


I couldn't find a TOC with pagination for Witt et al., but here's a summary of the contents šŸ‘‡. Again, given the substance the page ranges aren't terribly surprising, especially since she cites a different source for her *two sentences* on the pre-crash 1920s.
For the past several years, I’ve shared a thread on Christmas about the implications of Jesus. Last year’s is below.

This year I want to get personal about my unexpected journey from ardent atheism to faith that shook the foundations of my life and changed it forever.


Everyone's journey is different and if what I'm getting ready to say seems ridiculous, I get it. 10 years ago I would have said the same thing, and probably less tactfully.

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From a young age, I’ve been curious about the big questions.

Why am I here? What’s the point?

I can vividly remember sitting in vacation bible school as a young kid thinking all this talk of Jesus and His blood made no sense.

But, everyone else seemed to be into it and they had tasty snacks, so I might as well roll with it.

At 9, I told my mom I didn’t believe in God. We were driving by Carl Richard's bowling alley in Joplin, MO. My little brother in the back seat started crying.

On the topic of faith, I'd say I finished high school confused but curious.

I took religion classes in college, all of which were taught by atheists or agnostics.

As I started law school, I became obsessed with money and achievement. I got into reading ā€œnew atheistā€ authors and quickly adopted their condescending views of religion and faith.