I must apologize to my earnest readers for a bit of confusion that I had mistakenly implied in a recent post, Adventures of a War President (War Means Jobs, Baby!). In the closing, I joked about "an MBA colleague." This is what lead to the mass confusion and hysteria, and I apologize if it had caused any of you any stress.

Let me state for the record: I have never, or will never, study to obtain an MBA. I must admit that I had thought about it at one time after graduate school, but eventually (and rather quickly) thought better of it than to waste my time with a bunch of know-nothings studying up on nothingness for a seemingly worthless degree. (Wooh; I got it off my chest. Hell, G.W. has one and look at what that has done for society -- nothing good.)

What I had meant when I spoke of "an MBA colleague" was a fellow engineer (read: colleague) in a former company that had taken the time to get an MBA after his Ph.D.

Once again, I apologize for any discomfort my blogpost had created; none was intended.