Time to talk about the elephant in the classroom. The kinky one. Why is it that everyone is now identified by a sexual descriptor? Is sexuality the new ID? Who are these creepy misfits who just can't resist sexualizing everything from pronouns to puppet shows? Insisting that everything be viewed through their Psychosexual prism. Categorized … Continue reading The Elephant in the Classroom
This should’ve been written in the shower … where there’s plenty of soap. Harvey Weinstein. No, it’s not your usual sleazy saga. But that’s what folks want it to be. Just another guy gettin’ his jollies … because he could. That's true, alright … but it ain't the whole story. This dirt-bag embodies everything … … Continue reading Harvey Weinstein – Not Your Usual Sleazy Saga.
So ... when does the tipping-point tip? Probably when our heads explode. The Grievance Game has some new players … Oberlin College undergraduates … who cough up 70k per year to bitch with the best. These privileged brats have certainly purchased the privilege to feel unprivileged to live in overly-privileged America. “When our field hockey … Continue reading Tipping Point
“There shall always be love." That buzzed my ear one sticky, summer night … after my father ... the college professor ... got a little rickety with some other dads ... down on the beach. A little too wobbly … after over-sipping. He wasn’t much of a beach guy … or a water guy. He'd … Continue reading Father and Son
I possessed the True Sword. In fact … I‘d made it myself. From exotic balsa wood. Imagined in my mind … designed by my brain … and brought to life by my own curiosity. That’s what a mind is for. I was nine. I had dreamed myself Caesar’s body-guard. The boy-wonder of the Praetorian Guard. The … Continue reading The True Sword
I’ve out-lived my father. Isn’t that the saddest achievement? My sons are wonderful men. But they missed out on him … and he missed out on them. Bad timing. He was gone before they had a memory-card. I know something for certain. A strange something. Had he lived for a few more decades … … Continue reading Silver Brushes and White Hair
I am such a sap for Aesop. He’s like wisdom in a can. Real simple. To the point. With a whiff of truth. His skinny books were all over my childhood … and all over my house. My first recollection is of “The Tortoise and the Hare” because … I think … it was actually … Continue reading I’m Such a Sap for Aesop
The entire universe of education has been turned inside out over the last decade. Long-revered pedagogical precepts have been blue-penciled by classroom-allergic theorists now leveraged by profiteers who see public schools as the next sustainable profit-producing mother lode. And the political class … put into office by all of us … has mocked our vote … Continue reading A Grave New World
“Time, time, time ... see what's become of me …” I’m an old father now. Suddenly, it seems. My sons have sons. I own lots of memories. I polish the sweet ones and never dust the ones that hurt. I mind time now. I didn’t use to. In fact, like lots of you, I was reckless … Continue reading Mind Time
Let's act like some steam-punks ... and do some time travel. It seems that present day educrats … think Arne Duncan, John King, and Bill Gates … might have channeled a dusty figure from the past. Meet Horace Mann who ... at times ... could actually be a pretty horrid man. Mann, a mid-nineteenth century peacock, was perhaps America’s … Continue reading Déjà Vu All Over Again
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