ARGH! Or, as the lovely La Parisienne is wont to say, BLERG! Here's
a dismal analysis:
Students are returning to school this week. But they’re not heading back to class — they’re walking straight into a war zone. Our kids have become cannon fodder for two rival ideologies battling to control America’s future.
In one camp are conservative Christians and their champion, the Texas State Board of Education; in the other are politically radical multiculturalists and their de facto champion, President Barack Obama. The two competing visions couldn’t be more different. And the stakes couldn’t be higher. Unfortunately, whichever side wins — your kid ends up losing.
That’s because this war is for the power to dictate what our children are taught — and, by extension, how future generations of Americans will view the world. Long gone are the days when classrooms were for learning: now each side sees the public school system as a vast indoctrination camp in which future culture-warriors are trained. The problem is, two diametrically opposed philosophies are struggling for supremacy, and neither is willing to give an inch, so the end result is extremism, no matter which side temporarily comes out on top.
Both visions are grotesque and unacceptable — and yet they are currently the only two choices on the national menu. Which shall it be, sir: Brainwashing Fricassee, or a Fried Ignorance Sandwich?
Oh, A PLAGUE O' BOTH YOUR HOUSES! As the Insta-Prof says,
homeschooling is looking ever better!
6 comments:
If I ever have children they will definitely be home schooled.
I second that, Ip! I always have said that it's going to be pretty far-fetched that my kids could be taught by anyone as intelligent as either my husband or I! Seriously, I once heard tell of a reading teacher who had not a single book in her home, because she "hate[d] to read." Um, awesome.
Because she "hated to read"? God help us... as we help ourselves, geez.
I once heard a mother complain that a teacher told her to stop helping her daughter in math. The girl was too far ahead of her classmates, and the teacher was afraid of the damage it might do to the fragile psyches of her other students.
Then it's time to pull that kid out of that class and put her in another and better.
I eat fragile psyches for breakfast and have room for cheese danish.
I eat fragile psyches for breakfast and have room for cheese danish.
LOL. You're marvelous!
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