Yes, Someone Actually Said This REPRINT

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From July 30, 2014

Do you still have trouble believing that public education is a snare and a delusion, and has been from the beginning? Are you still cool with having your children educated by these people?

Here is what was actually said 41 years ago by Professor Chester M. Pierce, M.D., Professor of Education and Psychiatry, Harvard. He made this statement at a Childhood International Education Seminar in Denver (source, http://www.aim.org/wls/author/chester-m-pierce/ ).

Every child in America entering school at the age of five is mentally ill because he comes to school with certain allegiances to our Founding Fathers, toward our elected officials, toward his parents, toward a belief in a supernatural being, and toward the sovereignty of this nation as a separate entity. It’s up to you as teachers to make all these sick children well–by creating the international child of the future.

“The international child of the future”–what in the devil’s umbrella stand is that? And “belief in a supernatural being”, to wit, God, is to be “mentally ill”?

Speaking only for myself, I hadn’t yet learned about the Founding Fathers when I was five, except to hear about George Washington and the cherry tree, nor had my mother and father troubled to imbue me with any feeling toward “our elected officials,” although I probably could recognize President Eisenhower when I saw him on TV. So what was this fat-head of a Chester Pierce gabbling about?

Well, he did want to get rid of “the sovereignty of this nation as a separate entity,” didn’t he?

OK–all of you who still believe in public schooling for your children: tell me which of Professor Pierce’s comments are now out of date. Tell me which of his words has been discarded by the public education establishment.

And I’ll tell you something. If Professor Pierce were to address a National Education Assn. convention today, and give the same speech he gave in 1973, using the same words, he would receive a standing ovation.

And by the way, folks: if the education experts think your children come to them “mentally ill,” what do you suppose they think of you as parents?

A Crazy Commercial REPRINT

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From August 18, 2016

Hey, remember this commercial? All about cowboys herding cats instead of cattle. Generally I don’t pay any attention at all to Super Bowl commercials, but this one was really funny, and famous, too. Notice the cowboy carefully rolling cat hairs off his shirt!

Lost Dog Found After Days in Freezing Temperatures

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NJ ‘University’ to Offer ‘Cannabis Studies’ REPRINT

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From September 12, 2018

“Stockton University” in New Jersey–it used to be a community college, but now every academic halfway house is a “university”–is going to offer, this fall semester, a minor in “Cannabis Studies” (https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=11289).

For a mere $5,100 if you’re an in-state student, or $9,200 if you’re from out of state, you can sit around and talk pot to your heart’s content. How intellectually stimulating! The school makes a point of declaring that offering the course is “not an endorsement” to be stoned all the time. So we don’t have to worry about that, do we?

What are we to make of someone who has five or nine thousand bucks to throw away on “Cannabis Studies”? Not that it’s any more a waste of time than all the other “studies” cluttering up our colleges. Gender Superhero Cissexual Surfing Studies: stuff like that. At this point you can’t even get a degree in Cannabis Studies–but what do you want to bet a degree program will become available, once they figure out how much they can charge for it?

Too many colleges, too many people in ’em, too much money going down the rabbit-hole…

Defund the looniversities now.

Hymn Make Me a Servant

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This Day Really Turned Around

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This morning was really lousy.  First, the good old Daylight Saving Time robbed me of an hour of sleep.  Then it was the usual gray, overcast and gloomy type of day that really kills any ambition I might have after being sleep-deprived.

Then around 2 in the afternoon, the sun came out for a brief period and the temperature really went up.  It felt like Spring!  I could take off my quilted puffer coat (the garment I have been living in for what seems like eternity) and put on my light unlined windbreaker.  What a change.  It is gray again, but the warmth makes all the difference.

Then, to boot, I had a really nice, long talk with my daughter on the phone.  She is not too much of a phone person, but she had lots of news from work, and we discussed other things as well.  It was great.

The silence around here gets to me, sometimes.

Tomorrow I want to clean up my hellebore plant.  The other name for it is the Lenten Rose, as it blooms (with dark purple, almost black flowers) in March every year faithfully.  Oh to be able to get my hands dirty again.

So, a day that started out seeming like it would be business as usual, turned out to be really great.

Pray for our troops.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Not a good picture of the hellebore–I ‘ll show you a better one (if I can) after I cut it back.  This is from several years ago.

Woman Adopts Cat Takes to Vet — Many Problems

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Despite all his problems, this is a lovely boy.

Baby Hippo Raised by Rhinos

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Toddler and Rescued Baby Wombat

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Lord Jeremy’s Wooing, Part 2 REPRINT

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From November 15, 2017

Once again we turn to Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney, Chapter LXXVI. Willis Twombley, the American adventurer who thinks he is Sargon of Akkad, has sworn eternal friendship to Lord Jeremy Coldsore, who in an absent-minded moment, distracted by his own troubles, was the first to call him Sargon.

Mr. Twombley is now in Lady Margo Cargo’s parlor, to plead with her to marry Lord Jeremy.

Lady Margo takes out her glass eye, polishes it with the hem of her dress, pops it back into the socket. “Really, Mr. Twombley, doesn’t Miss Crepuscular know this scene has already been done, in The Courtship of Miles Standish?”

“Who, ma’am?”

“Also, sir, you talk funny.”

Twombley crosses his eyes. “Why, ma’am, that there’s jist my Akkadian accent comin’ out. Ah cain’t help it, thass how we talk. You just close yore ahs and make believe it ain’t me but Lord Germy who’s a-talkin’ to you.” Lady Margo closes the only eye that needs closing. Twombley finds the effect unnerving, but proceeds.

“Dear Lady Margo, Ah declare yo’re jist about the purttiest filly in all this land of England or wherever we are, and Ah would be the happiest man on earth if you and me could mosey on down to the parson and git hitched.”

Lord Jeremy is crouched under the bay window, listening from the outside. This is his last chance to stave off ruin and bankruptcy. Marriage to Lady Margo will save Coldsore Hall. And Twombley seems to be doing very well.

“Why, Mr. Twombley, no one has ever spoken such words to me before!” Lady Margo gushes. She makes a coquettish gesture that causes her wig to be crooked. “Very well, my dear man, if you insist! We shall visit the pastor and get hitched, as you put it, this very afternoon! At my time of life, I can’t afford to shilly-shally.”

Twombley does not know what to say. Lord Jeremy shrieks, then faints.

“Don’t be alarmed, dear, it’s just a screech owl in the garden,” Lady Margo coos.

We don’t know if the wedding comes off. I peeked into the next chapter and it’s not in there. That chapter is mostly Miss Crepuscular complaining about certain deficiencies in her diet.