Who guards the gods

My apologies if this has been covered.

From the William Howard Taft University website:

Read the whole page.

 

It has been my repeated contention that California Approval doesn't mean anything like it used to under the CPPVE, especially under the 3-tier system, where only a few schools had programs approved. The system was able to selectively evaluate and approve programs. Now, they have to "get everyone in." The standard is now at a minimum; you have to be really bad not to get approved. That they moved it to the Department of Consumer Affairs only worsened the situation.

There were and continue to be too many schools to (a) weed out the bad ones and (b) acknowledge the good ones.

There are, of course, good schools operating with California Approval. But California Approval alone doesn't ensure this. It used to, but not anymore.

 

Probably one of the best discussions of licensed versus accredited I have seen. They must have taken some effort to put it together.

Could be used as a reference for explaining licensed versus accredited.

Go Taft!

 

Re: Re: Who guards the gods

That's how it struck me but I can't honestly say as I've not followed the subject. Maybe it was the "Bearish" forthrightness that I liked.

 

I don't remember seeing this on their website a month ago.

 

I can count on one hand the number of days since their DETC accreditation became effective.

Oh, that's June. Guess that would be a whole bunch of fingers.

 

Didn't Taft once SUE its own questionable accreditor for not imposing appropriate standards on the school? Very weird...

Nosborne, JD
LLM in progress

 

Yes, the WAUC. IIRC, Taft won. Now Taft is DETC-accredited.

 

Actually, the phrase is "who guards the guards."

It's from Seneca the Younger's question "quis custodet custodes ipsos."

 

A play on words, Sir!

That must be from before he started selling tax-free cigarettes from the reservation.


And what is this, Sir? Janko's Keyboard Generator

 

Hi Decimon: I have no idea, but it sounds useful. Funny thing is, as soon as that website came up, my computer started smelling like too many cigarettes, really old leather jackets, spilled slivovica, and a cologne called Weekend in Dobruja.

 

Ahh...nostalgia! Or schizophrenia. In either case, it's the memories that count.

 

Hi Decimon: For us Balkanoids there's not much difference. Funny thing--I wouldn't get upset and take it as an ethnic slur if a non-Carpathian or non-Balkanoid made fun of one of our local musical instruments (panflute, boombox, dumbek, tuned goat). I don't want to harp on it, but we're pretty easygoing people except for chronic intra-Balkan hatred and an occasional (?) centuries-long blood feud. I'll pour you a drink, I'll light your cigarette, but no, you can't borrow my leather jacket. Sorry, that's just how it is.

 

Must be something in the (Adriatic) water. The Balkans, like that Roman thingy or the Italian city-states, could be proxy for all that people do.

If your people had left better records then "Janko" would have Shakespearean symbolatry. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a Balkan state.

Haven't balkanoids been designated a class-3 narcotic?