Sunday, January 6, 2013

The GOP, charter schools and kool-aid.

The GOPers and their mega wealthy *funders (*see,“masters”) are incessantly pushing for charter schools over public education.  Charter schools are ground zero in their plans to insert their extreme beliefs into school curriculums; to propagandize and inculcate children into their anti-democracy, profits-over-people, pseudo-religious and anti-evolution mindset  (Yes, children, Jesus could've ridden a dinosaur, but he was probably pretty busy walkin' on water and such.) to, in effect, brainwash American children into totalitarianism.
Perhaps, in the not too distant future, our own presidents may even be called, “dear leader.”

** I wrote the above last night, before reading the **below, “Politex” story in my newspaper this AM.

(Sometimes it’s really maddening to be so damn correct.)

** “There's a new children's book on the shelves just in time for the election: Tea Party II, Why America Loves You! The Social-Activist Coloring Book for Kids.”
The 48-page coloring book gives children a chance to color in drawings of conservative figures such as Michele Bachmann, Sarah Palin, Glenn Beck and Rand Paul. (Their, “Dear Leader" aspirants, I suppose.)

One of the captions in the book says,"Don't be intimidated by political correctness! Democracy is rooted in The Tea Party (??). Tea Partiers are the true OCCUPANTS of America (what the hell?). Tear out a page, take it to school. Demand your free speech in the classroom. Demand your rights and privileges in the classroom."

Hey kids, while you're doing all that "demanding," in class; disrespecting your teachers and disrupting your classrooms, how 'bout demanding highly qualified and well-paid teachers, small class sizes and a broad-based, world-view cirriculum? 
You can have it all... and for just the cost of a public education.  Hella deal. - rainj

First Hint

“I had to quit my job over that tornado.” Obie resolutely told me in 1981, sitting at a long table in the employee break room. A room that, unnoticed by me, was now going gradually silent.

“That tornado,” being the monstrous F4 funnel that struck Wichita Falls, Texas in 1979, killing 42 people, causing over 1,700 injuries, destroying over 3,000 homes and leaving 20,000 homeless.

With my tactfulness, perhaps, needing a little tweaking, there in my first day as a newbie to the brand new operating unit for the, “phone company” (and new resident of Wichita Falls). I asked, “You had to quit your job over the tornado? How’d that happen? Did it hit where you worked?” (I usually asked three to four questions at a time, back then.) Obie, slowly shaking his head, responded, "No... It didn’t. I... guess that might’ve been some part of the problem.”

“Part of the problem…?” I was stumped. Until Obie, who was black, told me that since the tornado had missed the, " black part of town," instead wreaking havoc on the most affluent (and white) areas, that the, "white folks" said the, “black folks” (see nig**r) had brought it… BROUGHT the Tornado ON the White People!"

Picking up my chin, I nervously giggled, “Oh man, that’s crazy!" Obie, his voice hollow as if from some deep well, solemnly answered, “Yeah, but the white workers on my job harassed me so much over it, every day, that I finally had to quit that job.”

I was completely shocked and spouted, incredulously, “I can’t believe that. That is just nuts!”

Seeing a warning in Obie's face, I then began to glance around and noticed that, unlike me, all the other, “white folks” sitting at that long table seemed to be swelling up like toads.

Startled by the sudden whip of negative energy, I instinctively acted to snag that energy and deflate those fat toads:

With an exaggerated conspiratorial tone, combined with a, “pre-Palin” wink, I turned to Obie, saying, Soto Voce, “Well, you know Obie, I DID see a picture of it and… it WAS black.” Obie’s eyes went wide, he sucked in his breath and then, as I cackled, he joined in, looking terribly relieved and surprised by my attitude, or lack thereof.

But...we laughed alone.
None of the toads croaked in.
First hint of things to come.