Scholarships in the cabbage patch

I say that I might be accounted a scholar in that which follows, because it is not a controlled appelation. I might fight to the death anyone who says otherwise. And a scourge on your descendants unto kingdom come.

Choose your weapon and I’ll choose mine. A word to the wise: Don’t look over your shoulder.  Or I in my Nietzsche and she in her Marx will bust on in on you like the devil taking the hindmost of the band of brothers. Don’t ask to see the details.