Act of Voucher

If the Time Isn’t Right, It’s Near … prepare

I know this is a long post, but it’s a huge subject that can’t be ignored anymore.

The time is here for Americans to see the light. Government-run and union-controlled public education is the key to destruction. It’s taken the left years behind closed doors but now, the doors are open. And what do we see inside? An abomination of what was once considered a good idea.  Free government-funded education for all.

Through the power of the purse, we now have national government control of what states are permitted to teach, e.g., No Child Left Behind, Common Core, Critical Race Theory, and let’s not forget Climate Change. Then, we have school boards mandating face diapers for children who don’t even need to wear groin diapers and vaccine mandates are coming to a school near you if it hasn’t already arrived. All this is ostensibly for the Public Good and funded by your tax dollars.

When the National School Boards Association (NSBA) calls for POTUS to engage the FBI and start investigating parents as domestic terrorists because they participated in a meeting, well, the line has been crossed. For many of these parents, it’s the first school board meeting they ever went to and they were appalled at what they heard.

School boards across the nation are used to no parent oversight at these meetings which allows them to do as they please. All of a sudden, here are more than just a few angry parents demanding answers, and the incompetent communists that enjoyed unfettered power were simply overwhelmed.

These are the same people who as students years ago, didn’t defend themselves when bullied, they cried about it to the teacher (read more about this subject in my post titled Freedom is Being Bullied https). This is why the NSBA cries about the terrible parents defending their children. And who better to cry to than POTUS, the grand teacher of them all.

Parents pushed back against the established order and the powers that be crumbled because they didn’t know how to cope with just a smidgeon of pressure. These parents did nothing wrong, and everything right. They expressed their disagreement with mandates and government propaganda disguised as curricula. And for that, they were classified as domestic terrorists.

When confronted with the opposing views of concerned parents and under the pressure of free and clear thought, the NSBA and its members did the only thing they knew how to do well, they panicked and call the authorities (as all good communists are programmed to do).

For god sake, one man was there not to defend his daughter; she had already been attacked in the girl’s bathroom by a boy wearing a dress. The father was there to defend others. The attacker, a boy with approved access to the girl’s restroom, was found guilty of forcible sodomy (which is rape), and rather than address the issue immediately, the school board decided to transfer the rapist to another school. And how did he respond? He attacked again. We have to choose between free education and free thought, communism and capitalism.

FYI, I refuse to soften the blow of communism by referencing socialism as a steppingstone. Socialism is simply pubescent communism and we don’t have time to let it grow any more than it has.

I fear we are no longer at the precipice. Gravity has taken hold, and we are falling in.

The teacher’s unions and school boards are too powerful and they don’t fear reprisal because they function as the local arm of the national propaganda machine. Does this look like America….or Russia?

There are only two viable answers to this problem and one is school vouchers (you can read more about this subject in my book PNTP,* chapter 10). The government will never relinquish the taxing authority it has to fund public education. That ship has sailed. But we can still control the way this money is spent by giving the parents of school-age children the ability to choose which school their child attends; and which schools receive the most funding. The concept interjects a level of competition to a fully owned and operated government corporation (public schools). My sense is that this is the one thing they (school boards) fear most.

The other alternative is to remove children from the public school system. Private schools and homeschooling are real options. Parents need to put their creative and collective minds to work; the cost of private schools and the difficulties of homeschooling are not barriers, they’re challenges. One thing is for sure. If there are no children to teach, public schools have no one to indoctrinate.

I want to end on a positive note. Congratulations to Governor-elect Glenn Youngkin of Virginia. If there’s any good to come out of these covid lockdowns, it’s that parents have opened their eyes to the abject idiots they’ve entrusted to educate their children and Yougnkin’s win is a great start. My only fear is based on the fact that I never underestimate the Republican Party’s ability to snatch defeat from victory. Only time will tell. 2022 is near.

*PS – For those who don’t already know, PNTP stands for Positives & Negatives, Tricycles & Pancakes.

The Heroic 13

Poor Joe and Beau

The image of Joe (checking his watch) while standing on the tarmac during the transfer of the last 13 soldiers lost in Afghanistan, is burned into my memory. In a rare moment, Biden’s actions spoke the truth.

Cowardly Inept Biden CHECKS HIS WATCH During Dignified Transfer Of Troops Killed In Kabul Attack (VIDEO) ⋆ Conservative Firing Line

I have a unique connection to those parents who’ve experienced the instantaneous vacuum and extreme sorrow of surviving a son or daughter. Where pride, joy, and unconditional love remain forever, so too, does the vast cavern. I won’t repeat Joe’s mistake by saying any more about me because this is about thirteen heroes and their families.

After the transfer home and Joe’s obvious detachment, there were reports that many family members of the Heroic 13 refused to meet with the man that caused their pain, and it’s completely understandable. But there were family members, who, despite their loss and anger, decided to see the man face to face. I can only imagine the experience; somewhat like confronting the murder of your child in a courtroom, after an acquittal.

Of those that decided to hear what the Commander-in-Chief (by name only) had to say, it’s been reported that the experience was disappointing. Joe said little about the heroes who lost their lives, and instead, spoke a lot about his son Beau (a Bronze Star recipient). I found that curious and wondered if Beau was a hero too. So I decided to do a little research.

While actual Gold Star families lost loved ones in battle, Joe and Jill lost their son to cancer. True, cancer is a battle and a horror all its own, but it isn’t service-related. Joe was on the tarmac to honor heroes and later met with grieving family members to comfort their loss, not his.

Joe is always eager to point out that his son was a decorated soldier. I assumed the Bronze Star was evidence of Beau’s bravery. Though, I don’t remember any campaign speeches or fellow soldiers speaking publically of specific deeds. And if you think about it, I seriously doubt anyone in politics named Biden would be able to keep heroics like that a secret. So I kept digging.

As is usual, my research showed that Joe and his son Beau, in true Biden form, come up more than a little short. Without going into a long, drawn-out explanation, officers deployed to an area of conflict are routinely awarded a Bronze Star for demonstrating valor, merit, and achievement. Beau spent one year in Iraq serving as an officer in the Army Judge Advocate General’s Corps. I wasn’t able to find out any specifics as to what he did to earn the BS (Bronze Star) other than show up. But I was able to find out that he remained the Delaware Attorney General (AG), while at the same time serving as a JAG officer in Iraq. Which job do you think he was truly dedicated to?

I understand that military service is honorable at any level, but do you seriously think that our woke military would ever put one of their own: a serving AG and JAG lawyer anywhere near an active front line—especially, a Vice-President’s son? NO! I doubt that Beau ever had to fire a rifle except during basic training. The woke brass did nothing but cheapen an honored military award meant for those who demonstrate (I know I’m repeating this) exceptional valor, merit, and achievement. I couldn’t find any documentation as to which of these criteria Joseph Robinette “Beau” Biden, III satisfied. After stripping away the platitudes and superficially grandiose complements of people like Gen. Ray Odierno (his commanding officer), there’s nothing of substance you can point to, not a single thing.

So back to my original curiosity—Did Joe have just another lapse in judgment, a brain-fart, a temporary lack of compassion and decorum during his conversations with grieving family members? Or was there an underlying method to his madness; an agenda all his own, meant to draw an analogy between true heroes that gave all, and his son Beau who gave some (the documentation is lacking as to how much some really is).

In a rare instance, The Washington Post initially got it right when they issued a statement criticizing Joe Biden for his insensitivity to the families of the Heroic 13. Focusing on Beau was inappropriate. But then, the WP retracted the statement by saying something to the effect that Joe still mourns too.

If you live long enough, we all suffer loss. The focus is the here and now, not the past. Our heroes and their families deserve much more than Joe.

PS – Just like the time-check faux pas, the truth about the Biden Clan leaks out every so often. All we have to do as Americans is look for it, and see it for what it is—fact. But then, we have to act. It’s the least we can do for those who serve.

By the way, where’s Hunter’s laptop?

Books Be That . . . My Child

Let’s see.

Where do I start?

I wish this subject were something

near and dear to my heart.

 All rhyming aside, it really would make my life as an author a whole lot more convenient. But then, I wouldn’t be a writer, I’d be a marketing manager or more specifically, a book marketing manager working on ways to market my books. That’s what I want to talk about today, book marketing. And yes, it’s an absurd subject for anyone who considers themselves a real novelist. Here’s why.

 I’m going to assume that any adult reading this will be able to empathize with the following scenario regardless of their parental status. And to broaden the range, if you aren’t a parent but do consider your pet(s) as part of the family, that will do nicely. OK, back to being an author who is expected to be able to make a living from selling his or her books.

 Selling your own book should be an almost impossible task, and if it isn’t, I personally think there is something seriously wrong with you. Picture yourself standing behind a table with portraits of your children, and /or pets displayed proudly. Don’t worry; you’re not the only one. It’s a big room (as in book fair), and there are a hundred other people doing the exact same thing.

 

Suddenly, a stranger who you’ve never seen before and probably will never see again, walks up to your table, picks up the picture of your first-born son and says, “How much for this one?”

You smile with glee and pride, “$14.95.”

Remember, you are not selling portraits; you are selling your heart and soul. As far as you’re concerned, it’s a steal at twice the price. But your customer says, “Oh, I didn’t realize he was that expensive. How much for that one?” The customer points to the picture of a much smaller child, your first-born daughter.

“$8.95.”

The customer doesn’t even touch your daughter’s picture. Instead, she starts to back away.

 You think fast and before you have a chance to rationalize the consequences, you shout, “I’m running a special for today only. Both children for $19.95, while they last.”

 A second smile appears, but this one is on the face of your customer. She isn’t smiling because she just bought two brand new and beautiful children: children, both of whom represent the best of your being. No. She’s smiling because she just bought them for a discount.

Davyd

 

Peterson and Parenthood, and time gone by

It’s in the news; it’s on everyone’s mind, so I guess it’s on my mind too. Adrian Peterson whooped his kid with a switch and the country is in an uproar. Before I go any further, let me say this. Nothing appalls me more than a full-groan man beating up on a defenseless child. For me, that takes first place, followed closely by animal cruelty, but that’s for a different blog. I just wanted to frame the picture, set the bar, and give you a baseline for understanding the reason I’m writing about this subject.

Perspective. I have a perspective and anyone who has read my book Positives & Negatives, Tricycles & Pancakes (PNTP), knows this. That aside, I don’t usually comment about how I obtained my perspective, but for the purposes of this discussion, I will relate a personal experience.

I don’t remember what it was that I did. I was young, and in the grocery store with my mother. As a child, I knew that it was important, no matter what type of store we were in, to keep my hands in my pockets. If I didn’t have pockets, my hands were to be by my side. Under no circumstances was I supposed to touch anything unless I planned to buy it. Ask any merchant and they would probably agree, it’s a simple and polite rule parents should still teach. Anyway, since I was too young to have any money of my own, there was no reason for me to touch anything. My best guess is that I probably got caught touching something, something that didn’t belong to me.

Back then, parental discipline wasn’t administered in private the way it is now. It was for all intents and purposes, instantaneous—and public. Why? Because it was expected. As a parent, it was your responsibility to make sure that your children were well behaved. If they weren’t, corrective measures were in order and the sooner the better. A child needs to understand immediately after doing wrong, that it is wrong, otherwise the disciplinary connection is lost. I probably touched something that didn’t belong to me and I was spanked, and it was public.

Honestly, I don’t remember the actual spanking and as I said before, I don’t remember the true transgression. So how is it that I can relate this story? The answer is—I remember the embarrassment. There I was, in the middle of the grocery store getting spanked right in front of all the other kids, some of whom I knew. I remember the giggles, yes, the giggles, because back then we all got spanked, and giggling was like saying ha-ha, you got caught. I also remember the look my mother gave me. It was the look all moms had. It was the look that said, see, you got what you were asking for. My only salvation was that after I got the look, each mom turned to their child, or children, and gave them the same look. Only the translation was a little different, though never misunderstood. It said, see, you do what he did and you’re going to get it too, only I’ll do it harder.

The snickering stopped.

My point is this. There isn’t a fine line between spanking your child with your hand (or even a switch if need be), and say, breaking an arm or dislocating a jaw. Welts rise, and fall, and then go away. Broken anything takes a lot longer to heal. The line isn’t fine—it’s distinct. It’s blaringly bright. It’s a line that is so obvious, it should be part of a parent-licensing test. Oh crap, I take that last one back; more government is the last thing we need. Shoosh! Okay, returning to my point—if that line is little more than a fine thread and difficult for you to discern, then it’s simple, you shouldn’t be a parent. No ifs, ands, or butts (get it).

Unfortunately for Adrian Peterson, more government in the form of law enforcement and the judiciary is exactly what he finds himself dealing with. Who knows how this quagmire is going to resolve itself. But has anyone considered what will happen if Mr. Peterson goes to jail? What kind of lasting damage does that do? How does a family recover from a spanking like that?

And what about the NFL? The NFL should stay the hell out of it. But that’s for another blog too.

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