Once, There Were ‘Red-Blooded Americans’…

Don't Tread On Me!80% of New York City High School Grads Can’t Read was the lead; the story actually stated that they couldn’t read well enough to be college students, which is slightly different. Considering that these are people coming fresh from 12 years imprisoned in government education, neither version is much of a recommendation.

Noting further that the NYC schools were not long ago, maintaining 7 different locations to stash teachers being paid not to teach because, while they couldn’t be trusted in classrooms, neither could they be fired, wasn’t confidence-building either. These places were called “rubber rooms” and when the story got out, duly abolished. “Abolished” in this context, meaning relocated wearing new camouflage. (They were still stuck with those “teachers”. .) No New Yorker will need to be told that this reflected the presence of the unions, just as did the $6,900 per student the city paid annually for school buses. (The city with the next highest bussing bill, Los Angeles, paid less than half that.) All these things are perfectly understandable to any big city dweller who pays any attention to politics.

Why parents continue to submit their kids to this is not so clear at first. The fact that, now that they have been ‘liberated’, women who are moms have to work along with dads is part of it; compulsory school attendance laws are another part. Private schools cost less per pupil than do public ones, but parents aren’t allowed to divert their school taxes if their kids attend the private ones. Home schooling needs someone at home. So the force-fed public beast is continually engorged with its endless supply of juvenile victims.

The universities, bribed by Federal money and coerced by Federal laws, have adapted via remedial English and math courses plus degrees in canoe tilting, basket weaving, women’s studies, etc. Even so, they send some 65% of their students on their way without a degree, though often with an expensive indenture to pay off, called: ‘student loans.’

It was not so long ago that no red-blooded American would have tolerated this for their children. Nor in those days, would there have been eleven states following a death spiral. That’s Forbes’ term for a state where more live off government hand outs than from working. And in those days, when a Senator got up and protested a Presidential claim of a right to assassinate anyone he chose, the Senator wouldn’t have heard his party leaders calling him a “wacko” as happened with the GOP’s Senator Paul yesterday after his filibuster.

Time has passed, things have changed and one has to wonder what color American blood is, these days….

About Jack Curtis

Suspicious of government, doubtful of economics, fond of figure skating (but the off-ice part, not so much) Couple of degrees in government, a few medals in figure skating; just reading and suspicion for economics ...
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4 Responses to Once, There Were ‘Red-Blooded Americans’…

  1. the unit says:

    I had forgotten all about that NY teachers rubber room story. Funny how a little time fades the memory. I guess give it a couple years about Benghazi…and I’ll say yeah I remember Ben Gazzara, what about him? Good actor, been dead a while.
    Read you each day, comment seldom, but enjoy. Hope to dream some night of figure skating instead of hurricanes, tornadoes, and tyranny. 🙂

    • Jack Curtis says:

      Thank you! Your comments are welcome and if you see a real divergence between government and figure skating, please tell me!

      • the unit says:

        I don’t know anything about figure skating other than watch some when on the T.V. I do enjoy watching and had much rather have that in my nightime dreams. My divergence in early years was between my toes after stepping in chicken skit. Later between my toes… the fine white sand of the Panhandle Fl beaches. And now…”And the days dwindle down to a precious few September November.” Heck now just the dry flaky skin is between them and I can hardly stoop over to keep toenails trimmed enough to not cut through my socks.
        But if I see that divergence you mention, I’ll be sure to let you know.

      • Jack Curtis says:

        Yeah; as time passes, feet somehow move farther away from the rest of the body until all communication becomes a matter of sending messages…

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