Rules are for the little people ...

At my alma mater, of course, the big people don't have time to deal with such mundane matters. 'Sides, they're all such wonderful human beings that they deserve to do whatever the hell they want, anyway. So there.

And y'all ought to be honored to pay for a year's paid vacation for the vice-presidential types every four years or so. I'm sure Charlene deserves it. For something. What's a hundred thou, give or take, amongst friends, after all?

Eat the rich. Just gnaw on the comfortable.