Skip to comments.Don’t ‘shoot’ the messenger: Inside the educrats’ war on words
Posted on 01/12/2014 11:28:35 AM PST by moonshinner_09
THOUSAND OAKS, Calif. News reports of frosted pop tart guns! Paper guns! Bubble guns! Pointed finger guns! Bang, bang, youre dead! OMG! sound the alarm
These days, everythings a federal offense, so to speak, and no institution is ratcheting up the war-of-words like public education.
This winter, public school administrators in Thousand Oaks, CA attended a safe school and threat assessment workshop, a collaboration of the local Ventura County Department of Education and the Ventura County Sheriffs where the education code was redefined to include a 21st Century list of words, phrases and expressions that can hurt. Literally.
Yes, the authorities have declared war on idiomatic classics like Ill get you, watch it and Dont make me come up there. All veiled threats. Perceived implied meaning of potential danger. But wait, then theres kill.
Saying any form of the word kill on public school property is contraband and when overheard, it is the duty of every responsible child and adult within earshot to run directly to the proper administrative authorities and anonymously report this violation. Hard to be anonymous, though, when the proper authoritys the one handing the kid the complaint form.
And it doesnt matter that your child didnt say the dastardly word, was daydreaming or oblivious of the violation, whatever it may be. If she or he is in the group with the person who said or did the infraction djour, she or he is as good as guilty because she or he didnt report the renegade word to the proper authority. This is no joke. The documentation cites the Secret Services failure to act credo as implied permission to proceed. The Secret Service? In the classroom?
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Well this maybe one way to get your kids out of public school. Say the offensives phrases or words enough times and they will get expelled.
But it will be OK For Black and Hispanic to do it in school; Holder Sez.
I am not a child psychologist, and do no pretend to be one as well. Still, I put forth the hypothesis of child behavior that resembles what teachers call autism (teachers not being licensed as child psychiatrists, yet still demanding that children get drugged).
When there are severely mixed messages in the environment, to the point where the child feels like he/she is walking on eggshells lest some hypersensitive ninny hear the proverbial “dog whistle”, the child shuts down, afraid to interact. Bubble guns, pop tarts, chicken fingers, cartoon superheroes, all bad! It’s like living in a looney toon.
I wonder what would happen if some kids said let’s kill some time until our next class ?Do think they would dispatch the swat team to the school who is saying,we have critical crisis going down,some students are threatening to kill some time ?
So “Kill Switch” will now be known as ... ?
The Abort Switch. Everyone knows that killing by abortion is perfectly fine. They no doubt already teach that in those schools.
I suppose “To Kill a Mocking Bird” will not longer be read.
I’m not a psychologist either but I think you may be on to something. I believe I very nearly shut down at one point in my childhood because of all the adult craziness to which I was exposed. I found schoolwork absurdly easy except for times when I withdrew to the point that I was almost unaware of what was going on around me. I clearly remember going through a long period of being haunted by the conviction that one of two things must be true. Either I was living in a world of insanity or I myself was as crazy as a human could be, I could not shake the belief that one or the other MUST be true of necessity. I could see so clearly that almost all the adults in my life were preaching one thing and practicing another. I finally resigned myself to the idea that most of those around me were even more confused than I was and that is when I started to learn how to cope with life but If I were a child now going through the same struggle I would probably be diagnosed as autistic or some other clinical label would be assigned to me and I would likely be put on Ritalin or some other devil’s concoction. I am so glad that drugs were not so easily available then or who knows what I may have gotten hooked on.