Serge's SFSU Commencement Address
"We won't go the extra mile, meet anyone halfway, and if, somehow, somewhere, in our pathetic daily wanderings, if some misfortune drops at our feet and splatters like a Taco Supreme, we don't commence to tidying up the floor and getting on with our lives. We start making a litigious radar sweep of the room, seeing if there's anyone in recrimination range, some entitlement cadet to whom we can construct a Bridge-over-the-River-Kwai blame-path of tortured logic and sheer, reality-sculpted self-deception. Maybe they handled a taco once, maybe they even made tacos. Maybe they could have warned you - yes, they knew all about that treacherously viscous emulsion of grease and sour cream on wax paper. They deliberately chose not to say anything as they saw it slipping out of your hand in Peckinpah slow motion while you were trying to eat, talk on the phone and log onto eBay at the same time. Well, here's a news flash for you. Believe it or not, blacks and gays and Jews did not drop your taco. You dropped the fucking taco, my friend! It doesn't make you a bad person. It doesn't even mean it's your fault. What it does mean is that this cosmic slapstick we call life has just elected you the schmuck who has to get the mop!"