I had a Lab once who I named after Baby Doc Duvalier except his name was Baby Doc Duckvalier. He was born just after Baby Doc fled Haiti for exile. Good riddance to bad rubbish as my grandma would say.
Now Doc lived in a small town in WNC. However, he had darn good bloodlines. His grandfather was a Field Trial Champion and his Great-Grandfather was not only a Field Trial Champion but the National Amateur Field Trial Champion. Given the highly competitive nature of field trialing, being an FC-AFC or, even better, a NAFC-FC beats a degree from Harvard, Yale, or anywhere else in the Ivy League as it took incredible brains plus athleticism and is a good deal rarer.
That said, Doc, while a beautiful Lab, really couldn't retrieve nearly as well as your average, barely pedigreed, duck hunter's dog.
The moral of this story, Ms Marjorie, is that going to an Ivy League school (or just basking in the presence of one of their grads) doesn't make you a leader or any better than anyone else. I'll take the hockey mom who may have struggled in school over the high-flyer and rainbow rider any day. She'll get stuff done despite being denigrated by the likes of you.