Mothercurrupted

What a strange little performance this is. A man who likely benefited his entire life from invisible networks of class, education, geography, culture, and social familiarity suddenly discovers an almost priestly devotion to “pure objectivity” the instant diversity enters the conversation. You people speak of the MCAT the way medieval clergy spoke of holy relics — as though a standardized exam has descended from Sinai untouched by wealth, coaching, privilege, educational inequality, or institutional advantage. And the truly comic part is watching grown adults scream “racism” because medical schools dare consider that physicians might need qualities beyond competitive bubble-sheet filling. Medicine is practiced on terrified human beings, not on Scantrons. But outrage merchants cannot survive nuance. Their business model requires panic, caricature, and the perpetual fantasy that society was once a flawless meritocracy until minorities arrived to spoil the arithmetic.