Update on yesterday's post
The White House is rethinking President Obama's address to schoolchildren next week. While the speech was touted as a pro-education and pro-American, many people, including myself, saw it as something a little more ominous. Exactly what kind of education would Pres. O be pushing? This article says that activities such as writing letters on how the kids could help the president would accompany watching the video. I'm not thrilled by the thought of this. I don't want to think about Bud (age 6) thinking of ideas about how to help the commander-in-chief who is trying to push his healthcare reform through in less time than it took him to pick out a dog for his little girls. Obviously it would be more along the lines of recycling and the usual govt education brainwashing topics, but still. The question was NOT, 'think not what your country can do for you, but what YOU can do to help the President'.
Yes, we should help each other.
Yes, a healthy country is a wealthy country.
Yes, we have a responsibility to help people who need it.
But, we do not need it crammed down our throats by an overzealous, under qualified (but probably very intelligent and a nice guy) President. Sorry, that's how I feel about it.
We also need to think just a little about how this type of address would have been received had George W. Bush tried to do it. Would school boards across the country have jumped at the chance to have a day filled with the patriotism and commitment to education that they say this address would have been about? I'm not so sure they would have.
That being said, I like W's education reforms less than I like the idea of O's schoolchildren address. No Child Left Behind?!?! Another blog post, another day...
Showing posts with label Obama seeds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Obama seeds. Show all posts
Thursday, September 03, 2009
grittiness
damn gubment,
Obama seeds
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
4 grits warning, just in case Nobody cares
Heads up:
Do you know what's going to happen on Sept. 8th? Pres. Obama will be addressing your children at school. There is a planned nation-wide address by the President to help the kids start their school year the right way. Whatever that means. You know what it means? There will be a sponsored brainwashing at a school near you. Am I Conservative? No. Ideally I would claim to be a Libertarian, although I realize this is an impossible political situation in reality. But Democrat, Republican, Seussian, whatever. I'm not comfortable with a politician speaking to my children without my consent. So I may very well be taking my kids out of school for this. I may very well give them my own address covering such topics as being kind to others and sharing what you have because YOU WANT TO, and not because you have been ordered to from over the barrel of a rifle. Yes, my kids go to a government school. Yes, I would send them to private school if I could afford it. Hopefully, eventually, I will do just that. But until then, I will do my best to be vigilant about the information that is fed to them. P.S. the article is a little inflammatory, so take it with a grain of salt.
Heads up:
Do you know what's going to happen on Sept. 8th? Pres. Obama will be addressing your children at school. There is a planned nation-wide address by the President to help the kids start their school year the right way. Whatever that means. You know what it means? There will be a sponsored brainwashing at a school near you. Am I Conservative? No. Ideally I would claim to be a Libertarian, although I realize this is an impossible political situation in reality. But Democrat, Republican, Seussian, whatever. I'm not comfortable with a politician speaking to my children without my consent. So I may very well be taking my kids out of school for this. I may very well give them my own address covering such topics as being kind to others and sharing what you have because YOU WANT TO, and not because you have been ordered to from over the barrel of a rifle. Yes, my kids go to a government school. Yes, I would send them to private school if I could afford it. Hopefully, eventually, I will do just that. But until then, I will do my best to be vigilant about the information that is fed to them. P.S. the article is a little inflammatory, so take it with a grain of salt.
grittiness
Obama seeds
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I really want to write a political post, but I have to pull my thoughts together a little more. This is just a warning that you may or may not want to read the next one. Sort of a forecast. Snow and political posts may fall tomorrow. This post is just 1 grit, and is just a few cutsie pie apple buns pumby umby umpkins kiddie type stories.
Hamster was eating pomegranate seeds the other day. He had a little bowl of them. When he wandered back into the kitchen without his bowl. "Hamster, where's your pomegranate seeds?" says I. "My Obama seeds?" asked my sweet little rodent. Obama seeds? Super L would probably argue that he's a Dem already, but I think it's amazing that an almost 3-year-old already has politics seeping into his psyche. So now pomegranate seeds will forever be Obama seeds round here. Even Midwestern fruit is to the left of center.
Bud called Pickles a butt crack old fool the other day. After I came back from the bathroom where I could laugh privately, I told him that was very rude indeed.
Pickles thinks in comic book-ese. He illustrates sounds and actions with loud made-up emphasis. I flicked the bottom of a donut (the store spells it that way) box that Sassafras was licking. Pickles yelled "THWOCK!" That's really what it sounded like too! He likes to yell things like "POW!" as he feints a punch at his brother. He's always sort of been like that though. Look for his name in the credits in about 20 years, as he will be a big time director someday. He and Sassafras used to role play with toys. Pickles would always direct the play and tell Sass what to say and what was going to happen. He would insert asides and stage directions. "Now I'm going to walk through the door. walk, walk, walk." Now I'm shrinking. shriiiiiiiiink."
and finally a Sassafras story. I'm not really sure where she picked this up, I've only seen it portrayed in Super Troopers, but she's been saying meow in the middle of talking about other things. "How was your day meow?" "Meow y'all get over here!" That's all I can stand to write about her right now, cause her attitude really been pissing me off lately. I call her Sassafras for a very good reason.
Y'all come back meow, ya hear?
Hamster was eating pomegranate seeds the other day. He had a little bowl of them. When he wandered back into the kitchen without his bowl. "Hamster, where's your pomegranate seeds?" says I. "My Obama seeds?" asked my sweet little rodent. Obama seeds? Super L would probably argue that he's a Dem already, but I think it's amazing that an almost 3-year-old already has politics seeping into his psyche. So now pomegranate seeds will forever be Obama seeds round here. Even Midwestern fruit is to the left of center.
Bud called Pickles a butt crack old fool the other day. After I came back from the bathroom where I could laugh privately, I told him that was very rude indeed.
Pickles thinks in comic book-ese. He illustrates sounds and actions with loud made-up emphasis. I flicked the bottom of a donut (the store spells it that way) box that Sassafras was licking. Pickles yelled "THWOCK!" That's really what it sounded like too! He likes to yell things like "POW!" as he feints a punch at his brother. He's always sort of been like that though. Look for his name in the credits in about 20 years, as he will be a big time director someday. He and Sassafras used to role play with toys. Pickles would always direct the play and tell Sass what to say and what was going to happen. He would insert asides and stage directions. "Now I'm going to walk through the door. walk, walk, walk." Now I'm shrinking. shriiiiiiiiink."
and finally a Sassafras story. I'm not really sure where she picked this up, I've only seen it portrayed in Super Troopers, but she's been saying meow in the middle of talking about other things. "How was your day meow?" "Meow y'all get over here!" That's all I can stand to write about her right now, cause her attitude really been pissing me off lately. I call her Sassafras for a very good reason.
Y'all come back meow, ya hear?
grittiness
exit stage right,
meow,
Obama seeds
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