@Cue7, I love you, brother, because you too went through boot camp and came out with your stripes on the other side. But for a Chicago grad you have a most peculiar idea of what a great university is all about.
You remind me of Thrasymachus, Socrates’s first interlocutor in The Republic, for whom the good in life is equated to power. I don’t quite believe you, however. You talk too much of your dislike of the University even during your student days and too much of your longing for the Harvard that spurned you. You have never to my recollection given an instance of a Prof, a class, an idea, a neighborhood, or even an activity or experience at your Alma mater. I can glean from your voluminous writings only that you had an aversion to characteristic U of C types (“that kid”, etc) and characteristic activities (busting your butt in the library). Why aren’t you willing to simply admit that this was not the life for you and that you ended up at a school to which you weren’t suited? That happens. What undergrad knows or cares about a diminishing endowment? Did you at the time? If you are on about it now, that’s because it’s a convenient stick with which to beat the place you hated. Any stick would do, and you have used almost all of them. Come clean. It’s no sin to have made a mistake as an 18-year-old. Many have, and many will.