Dear Grads

I guess if you kinda read between the lines of all these commencement speeches the meta-message for all you members of the Class o’ Ought Nine is that your new skills, your sense of adventure and discover and your unbridled enthusiasm mixed with your inventiveness and technological know how is pretty much going to have to be focused on cleaning up the big frickin’ mess that’s been made of this state/country/economy/planet.
Here’s a shovel.
See you in the ditch.
And good luck.