We are raising up a generation afraid of its own shadow.
Across the street from us, the kids came out of St. Francis’ School–not talking, laughing, or joking, but in complete silence; all of them in face masks; walking with their arms stretched out in front of them, like an old cartoon of someone in a trance, to maintain Social Distancing as Mandated by officials who have learned not to bother with actual laws anymore.
But we gotta do this, see! Because if we don’t, The Virus gonna getcha! Kill ya dead!
And this comes right on the heels of “Only 11 more years before The End O’ The World!” Only government can save us! And only if we give them absolute power!
Meanwhile, they’ve made school worse! Who would’ve ever thought they could do that? No recess. No gabbing with your friends. No smiling.
How long will this crazy schiff last before it blows up in our faces?
Climate Change is gonna kill us! Coronavirus gonna kill us! White supremacists hidin’ under every bed! Extreme risk aversion is the order of the day.
We are freaking our kids out–not that Democrats care, if that’s what it takes to get them back in power–and there will be a price to pay for it.
I agree that children are being trained to be little neurotics, simultaneously scared of everything and yet so filled with “self-esteem” that they think they can get away with anything. However, I also remember the “take shelter” drills we had in school, when we hid under our desks with our behinds toward the windows, as practice in case of a nuclear attack. As I recall, most of us pretended to be scared but really thought it was a kind of game — like the fun of shrieking in the home-made Halloween “horror houses.” Let’s hope that today’s kids are having the same reaction to the Wuhan nonsense.
But I doubt it. There are too many other kinds of scare tactics going on. They’ve already been taught to be afraid that the end of the world is nigh because of global-warming-I-mean-climate-change. And of getting boo-boos from playing. (When I was a kid, scabby knees and elbows were marks of honor, but that was on a different planet, it sometimes seems.)
“Duck and cover”–who can forget it?
I have it admit it scared me at the time.
School in the Fall 2020 session is so different, and not for the better.