Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

So, according to the Machine, we begin the last third of traditional Summer with the month named because the previous Emperor (with the girl’s name) already claimed the high point of the season. (“Hey! Augustus Caesar…psych!!”)

Be that as it may. As a new Doctrine post, it behooves us to look at the three months of school vacation (as practiced here in Oceania) and ask no one in particular, “So if everything can serve as an instructional context to explore the three predominant worldviews (aka personality types) of the Wakefield Doctrine, hows about the months of Summer?”

Sure.

Why not?

After all, it’s Summer vacation, damnit! We can have ice cream for breakfast and wear our underwear in public if thats what we want.

[Ok, the first ‘When I grow up’? Nothing less than every child’s first encounter with the innate unfairness of growing up, i.e. maturity… who wouldn’t want to eat ice cream for breakfast? Other than those of us: trying to lose an lb or two; in a hurry to get to work and it’s not like you can put a scoop of mint chocolate-chip in a travel mug (though we should be able to); or it will only make a bad headache worse.  The second ‘When I grow up’ lol a set up for one of our favorite things clarks/scotts/rogers say: overheard at the beach or family reunion, scottian female to surrounding rogers and scotts and clarks: “You think this bikini is too small?”]

Back to the months of Summer. Lets employ the basic, Doctrine-recommended, Best Practice for determining a person’s personality! to wit: eliminate the ‘no-fricken-way’ of the three possible worldviews. With the remaining two possibilities, ask the question: if I start to try and tell the person about the Wakefield Doctrine will they respond with: ‘huh, interesting’ or ‘lol! tell me more’ or ‘what are you blathering about?’

easy peasy

Back to our Summer Quiz:

• July who doesn’t think this is a total shoe-in for the scottian worldview

Now, as with people we got the easy one out of the way, the finer discrimination between the bookends of the Summer months, June and August.