03-03-2015, 10:14 AM
Thanks for introducing the classic “want vs. need” model, which surely is relevant here, and can open the gates to hours or months of interesting debate, applied to degrees, chocolate chip cookies, or ‘most anything else.
I think there’s an important distinction between scrutiny [authoritative or non-authoritative (and isn’t that a continuum anyway)] and regulation.
I don’t object to folks, authorities or not, scrutinizing schools, from Northcentral University to the Kepler School of Medicine, and offering opinions and advice. It’s done on this forum, in my books, and many other places.
Regulation is, for me, another matter. Basically I agree with Mrs. Patrick Campbell’s “I don’t care what people do, as long as they don’t do it on the street and frighten the horses.” Get a degree from Northcentral or Kepler or any of a thousand others, and use it to get a job, a salary increase, respect from your friends, or a warm fuzzy feeling, and no one should tell you that you can’t. Shouldn’t, maybe, but not can’t . . . unless you frighten the horses. I testified against the jerk who bought an M.D. from Kepler, then took a young girl off insulin, and she died. If, heaven forbid, I were in charge of things, I’d have regulated Kepler out of existence and pounded them into the ground.
I think there’s an important distinction between scrutiny [authoritative or non-authoritative (and isn’t that a continuum anyway)] and regulation.
I don’t object to folks, authorities or not, scrutinizing schools, from Northcentral University to the Kepler School of Medicine, and offering opinions and advice. It’s done on this forum, in my books, and many other places.
Regulation is, for me, another matter. Basically I agree with Mrs. Patrick Campbell’s “I don’t care what people do, as long as they don’t do it on the street and frighten the horses.” Get a degree from Northcentral or Kepler or any of a thousand others, and use it to get a job, a salary increase, respect from your friends, or a warm fuzzy feeling, and no one should tell you that you can’t. Shouldn’t, maybe, but not can’t . . . unless you frighten the horses. I testified against the jerk who bought an M.D. from Kepler, then took a young girl off insulin, and she died. If, heaven forbid, I were in charge of things, I’d have regulated Kepler out of existence and pounded them into the ground.