Surely, there’s a ‘pony’ in the pile of smelly rhetoric
Dink NeSmith
My 18-year trek through school started as a 3-year-old in Jack & Jill Kindergarten. And all the way through, including college, none of my teachers ever hinted that I was the smartest kid in the class.
Not much has changed since.
Thursday, April 2, 2026
