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It's the 1850s Know-Nothing flag. Fun fact: By "Native Americans" they meant white folk born in the USA and not from the mud countries of Germany and Ireland.

The 1850s Know-Nothing flag. Fun fact: “Native Americans” meant white folk born in the USA, as opposed to those from the mud countries of Germany and Ireland.


The Last Psychiatrist isn’t a financial blogger, nor anything else we can identify. (He’s even more rigid about not disclosing personal information on his site than we are on ours, and we’re assuming he’s male because sexism.) But more than a year ago he wrote more succinctly on the futility of what passes for tertiary education than we ever could. Although we’ve tried. Here, bask in this:

[W]hy would a smart high school junior, 4.0 and AP Everything, think that going to Hampshire College for English Literature was a good idea?  Why would her parents allow this madness, other than the fact that they were divorcing?  What did she think would happen given that she knew in advance there were no jobs for English majors? […]

The choice to major in English was predicated on information she received from multiple sources like schools and TV– sources I will collectively call the Matrix–  that every generation does better than the last, that there was a safety net of sorts, a bailout at the end, that future happiness was inevitable, and so we return to economics: the general name for that safety net is credit.  America was the land of the minimum monthly payment.  And if this analogy isn’t clear enough for you, let me reverse it: the ability of the economy to offer English as a major required a massive subsidy to make you feel like $20k/yr was the same as free.  If you had to pay it up front, you’d either be an engineer or $80k richer.  That subsidy is now worthless, not because the money doesn’t exist but because the bailout at the end, e.g the four options I suggested were operational 1977-1999 which guaranteed the payments would be made, won’t help.

Imagine a large corporate machine mobilized to get you to buy something you don’t need at a tremendously inflated cost, complete with advertising, marketing, and branding that says you’re not hip if you don’t have one, but when you get one you discover it’s of poor quality and obsolete in ten months. That’s a BA.

(Thanks to Jason Hull for showing us that such a person could exist.)

Nothing you can say will convince certain people, lots of certain people, that what’s stylistically termed “an education” has finite value. In fact, it probably has negative value. The most resolute in that camp will look at the last line above in boldface and think, “Well, of course. You need at least a master’s.”

Would you hold onto a stock portfolio that had lost $80,000 in value and was costing you more in monthly fees than it was worth, or would you be adult enough to admit that your initial estimates for the future of the portfolio, however hopeful, were false and that you made a poor decision? Then explain why we can’t substitute “college degree in something other than the hard sciences” for “stock portfolio”? More pertinently, what price would suffice to make you reassess? What if universities across this great land decided to octuple their tuition fees tomorrow? Would you shrug your shoulders and say, “This sucks, this is unfair, but an education is still priceless”? Or would you comprehend that diminishing returns are a thing?

If you’re new here, know that we regularly single out debt blogs to make fun of. Smarter Bucks is as emblematic of the genre as any. (Stick it out, this one has a twist ending):

Hi, my name is Lisa, and I have an addiction.

No, it’s not to gambling – though I occasionally like to partake in a game of blackjack or two. No, it’s not drugs and no, it’s not alcohol – although beer and wine are delicious (in moderation, of course);)

What am I addicted to? Well, it’s a little embarrassing… but… I’m addicted to paying off my debt.

(Emoticon in the original, obviously.)

Honey, if you’re occasionally playing simultaneous blackjack games, no wonder you’re in the hole. Also, you can’t beat blackjack. We don’t mean you in the general sense. We mean that you, the chick who thinks that it isn’t trite to pattern her introduction after an Alcoholics Anonymous confession, is too dumb to be one of the few people in the world who can beat blackjack (let alone find a single-deck game.) Why are we harping on this? Because blackjack is yet another activity with a guaranteed negative return. If Ben Affleck or Michael Jordan gets off on throwing money away at a casino, more power to him. He can withstand the losses. You can’t. How do we know you can’t? Because you’re paying off debt.

Lisa was $20,450 under water, a modest amount compared to some of the other morons we’ve featured on here. She continues about how badly she wanted to pay off debt, which sounds somewhat commendable, until she finds false refuge in the passive voice:

A few months after declaring war on my student loans, life decided that it was time for me to buy a house (it wasn’t in the plan, but it had to be done for personal reasons that I do not want to go into)

a) If you’re going to display your confessionals publicly, at least learn to write. Your parenthetical comment serves no purpose other than to let us know that the value you place on your privacy is arbitrary and inconsistent.

2) Life is in the saddle, riding you? Whatever you say. Look, none of us like self-determination. (See the throngs blaming Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death on everything but his fondness for heroin.) It’s way easier to wait for fortune to smile upon you than to seek it. Even so, you’re giving The Fates far too much credit if you think they’d indelibly written “Buys home, 2012” on the Lisa thread before inserting it in the wheel.

$20,450 in the hole? And making efforts, however incorrectly motivated, to pay it off? Sounds like the perfect time to buy a house. But wait…how did she qualify for a mortgage? The short answer is C) [it’s always C], suspended adolescence:

My auntie (who I cosigned with) and my mom helped a lot with the down payment

Yet they wouldn’t help her with the student loan debt. Good, they’re only partially crazy.

We underestimated closing costs […] I dived back into my credit card debt, not only using existing credit lines but also opening up a few more.

One day, these debt bloggers are all going to confess that yes, this was intended as a personal affront. That they were writing this blather specifically to drive the folks at Control Your Cash nuts. The good news for them is that it’s working. At the price of their financial sanity, mind you, but at least they forced us to pay attention.

Mathematics being an unforgiving harpy, Lisa started making just the minimum payments on her student loans. Time for a patented CYC 1-question quiz:

Does anyone think she has a hope in hell of keeping the house?

Thank God for Lisa’s “auntie”, and that juvenile appellation says it all. We only wonder how the aunt could be smart enough to have amassed enough for a down payment yet stupid enough to have cosigned on the loan.

Lisa’s a hero, though. “I am staying on top of it by paying consistently, every month.” You mean you’re honoring your obligations to a creditor? And to think that people say America has no role models.

She has a side hustle, of course. She’s building an emergency fund, of course. Her indebted compatriots, all with identical blogs of their own to publicize, appear in the comments and offer vapid encouragement, of course. Someone must have gone Six Sigma on these awful people, these debt bloggers, because they’ve achieved 99.99966% uniformity. W. Edwards Deming would be proud.

You’ve waited long enough. The promised twist ending:

Lisa E. is a financial analyst

Not to beat this example into the ground, nor the metaphor of a dead (white) horse, but say the late Mr. Hoffman had had the same publicized heroin habit but worked as a physician. Would you take medical advice from him? Or would you avoid shaking his hand if you knew you had to submit to a hair-sample drug test the following morning?

Unless you’re an idiot (you might be, we don’t mean to assume anything), you’d find another doctor and fast. Just like you should find a financial analyst who perhaps knows the first thing about money. Yes, she said “analyst” and not “planner” but it’s the same tune in a parallel minor key.

The Last Psychiatrist seems to be saying that an unfocused “education” is pure liability. Searching for truth might be its own reward, and might even have practical applications. But depending on the subject matter, modern tertiary education is hardly about that quest for knowledge or enlightenment. Rather, it’s about trying to please the instructors who grade you. And who were every bit as deferential to their own instructors, back in the day. Finding and absorbing objective reality is less important than getting an A, even a valueless one.

But the quest for the A still costs money. Maybe yours, maybe your auntie’s and mom’s, maybe the taxpaying public’s. The university admissions department takes checks, not intangibles. And if you think that the charade is all worth it, because of the opportunities that lie on the other side, stop being a denialist. You accept anthropogenic climate change, but not the pointlessness of academia?

You can read. You can write. You can probably do math, if you’re male. Maybe you can even think critically, but if you haven’t figured out how to do that by your late teens you never will. You know who your hero should be, now that Nelson Mandela is dead and Ryan Braun has been exposed as a fraud? Blue-collar truck driver and high school graduate Nelson Smith at Financial Uproar. Writes entertainingly and informatively about personal finance, and has the real-world portfolio and absence of student debt to back it up. Furthermore, he writes more clearly than could any humanities graduate student who prattles on about heteronormativity and the Judeo-Christian hegemony paradigm. Aspire to be something akin to Mr. Smith, a man who builds wealth while saving the world from a lack of nutritionally dubious food, rather than a walking indebtedness machine. runs on the Genesis Framework

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