I can’t imagine a life that doesn’t include reading. I grew up in a house full of books. When I was old enough, I had my own books–hundreds of them. All kinds of books.
Books are the storehouse of history, which is the collected experience of the entire human race. It’s all been written down. And not only history, but of thought as well–pure thought. Ideas! But of course if you refuse to read it, you can’t learn from that experience or examine those ideas. You’ll only be able to learn from your own–which in all probability will have nothing to do with resolving great issues that are vital to your country and the world.
Why won’t they read? The attitude is so alien to my own way of life, I can’t even imagine an answer. Who would choose to be ignorant? Lots and lots of people, it seems.
Yeahbut, yeahbut! We’ve got social media! Like, who wants to read about the boring Middle Ages when you can go to Facebook and find out what your BFF Farfel saw on YouTube ten minutes ago?
Where do those mobs of ignorant, overfed, whitebread college students come from, who “protest” for BLM and can’t name a single item on the Bill of Rights?
They come from Never-Read-istan. And from the costliest and most intrusive, most wasteful, and least effective education system ever devised by fallen man.
And they will destroy us if we don’t change course.