I just realized, this is the 2,100th of these
I’ve penned. If you’ve read them all, or at all for that matter, you have my
gratitude (otherwise I’m back to the sound of one hand clapping and other
activities for which only one hand is used) and, in no small part, my sympathy.
That you are able to read them at all (willing is another
matter entirely) is due to the efforts of someone, somewhere at some time
teaching you how to read, and hopefully to think. I’m not sure we’ve traded
those skills in for feathers and beads, not just in New Orleans at Mardi Gras,
but year round across our culture and society.
I really wanted this to be a joke, preferably
something that was delightfully tongue in cheek, brilliant, refined, wickedly
acerbic, inspired, terrific tomfoolery, and whatever other superlatives you
care to supply.
Instead it is, as near as I can determine, a collection of actual
responses and answers developed as part of the pedagogical exchange between
teachers and students. I get nauseous when confronted by the totality of
ignorance on display.
Our children were born and raised in another country on
another continent so I don’t really have a good guess (which is why I welcome
yours) on where a moron who thought the following was taught….“foreign
countries ejaculate emissions and pollutions to China in order to keep only
themselves clean.” I cannot even parse that much less grasp it.
In case we haven’t noticed, The American Century was the
previous and not our current one. Not sure how many of us you think are going
to be able to make a living as a Solid Gold Dancer, or as a PED’d professional
athlete, but my money is on the Dave Thomas Retail Associate career path
because when we regard education in these United States, from pre-school to
post-doctoral, as little more than warehousing, we need to start to practice
making the Big Fries (shakes pretty much make themselves).
As Patrick Henry (nearly) so famously said, per one of
these best and brightest, “Get me library or dead.” Let me help you with that
queue at the window ledge. Wouldn’t want anyone breaking your fall.
-bill kenny
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