Where’s my billionaire?

If I gave a college commencement address, I’d like to believe it would follow the lines of Tom Engelhardt’s imagined speech before a “campus of [his] mind.” Of course, no one would invite me to do so, and I’d probably be escorted off the stage or platform before I reached paragraph two.

Among the many sobering remarks of Engelhardt’s virtual address:

Being on the sidelines, it turns out, is an expensive affair.  The question is: What are you going to do so that you aren’t there, and in debt, forever?

Of course, there’s a simple answer to this question.  Think of it as the [Marco] Rubio Solution.  You could each try to find your own billionaire.  But given the numbers involved and what you don’t have to offer in return, that seems an unlikely option.