So quit sending me those danged Youtube links!
One of my Paulestinian buddies asked me, "What's wrong if some Russians living in Ukraine want to
be Russian again?
Answer: Nothing. Let them move back to Russia.
separated from Soviet Russia by popular vote. The Russians living there
moved in under Soviet Communism. Saying the Russian separatists have a right to take Ukrainian
land just because they moved there and transfer it back to the motherland is like saying the millions
of illegal aliens in the US have the right to take parts of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California and hook it back up to Mexico. Or maybe the Italians could take part of
Brooklyn and give it to Italy. There are enough Irish in Boston to make the town Ireland's western-most county. The idea that immigrants can move into an established country and then just peel off part of a country for themselves is just stupidity. And before you shout "What about Israel?" that was a special UN sanctioned case done for a refugee population that had been displaced by war and in real danger. Russian separatists aren't in any real danger from the Ukrainian government.
My buddy went on to state categorically that we should not do anything to irritate the Russians, like stand up to them. "Nothing," he says, "Is worth the risk of nuclear war, even a
I've got to ask. What are you, Paulistas anyway? French? Do you have any idea what that
would mean as a foreign policy simply to let every third rate would-be dictator with an army to run wild?
It means the same thing it does in a
junior high classroom where the teacher is weak. The bully that is willing to be the craziest,
most violent, most cynical and evil rules unless someone is willing to
get beaten up to stand against him. Back in my junior high, we had one particularly aggressive 8th grader who enjoyed tormenting younger, smaller kids. He once punched me in the face for objecting to his taking a
basketball away from a group of smaller kids. I told him to his face he
had done wrong and I may have used less than diplomatic language. He cold cocked me.
I stood there and took it and even
turned the other cheek, but I did not lose eye contact. When Mr. Pauly, the school principle
came out and saw my bloodied face, he asked who had done it, I didn't rat my tormentor out. I said I'd
been hit by a basketball and went in to clean myself up. Mr. Pauly let it go,
but he knew better. The boy left me alone after that, but I had had to
take the risk of being punched in the face to make him stop. Even though
I wasn't big enough to survive a fight with him, his own over-reaction
to being confronted nose-to-nose and the consequences he endured as a result in
terms of general disapproval from the rest of the class and a few words
from Mr. Pauly encouraged him to greater self-control in the future. It didn't last. He wound up shooting up a bar, killing some folk and ending his short life in Angola prison's Old Sparky. Those in attendance said he wore a look of surprise on his face as they strapped him in.
My Uncle Art taught 8th grade for years and one year he had this huge gentle boy name
Harold in eighth grade. Harold was big and muscular, but he wouldn't willingly harm a fly. He was a
friend to all the underdogs in the class. One day one of the school
toughs started to torment a younger kid who was a friend of Harold's.
Harold approached and instructed the young thug to let the kid go.
"What are YOU going to do about it?" the bully sneered. He woke up flat
on his back with a very bloody nose and the entire schoolyard cheering
for Harold. Uncle Art had a strict rule about fighting, but he knew what
had happened. He told Harold he'd have to be punished. Harold said, "I
understand, Mr. Bell." Uncle Art couldn't bear to give him swats for
rescuing a younger child from a bully, but his law about fighting was
written in stone. He tried to make it easier on the boy and gave Harold the option of serving detention instead
of taking swats. Harold said, "No, Mr. Bell. I knew I'd get swats for
it. I'll just go ahead and have those now and get it over with."
Uncle Art didn't go easy and the kids in the schoolyard heard three loud
pops clear out in the schoolyard. When Harold walked out standing
straight, his jaw firm and steady, he became a legend. Word got round
among the bullies that Harold would punch you in the face and take swats
for it if you messed with any of the little kids. Uncle Art said
bullying disappeared from the school almost overnight.
And that's why I have the attitude I do with regard to isolationism - that and I do read history. I'm never going to change my attitude about it. I'm tired of being called
stupid by dim-witted ideologues. I was invited to become a member of MENSA for crying out loud and I do qualify. I have the intellectual chops to figure out what's so and what ain't. I will never support the idea that the United
States of America, the only decent country on the planet that anyone can even halfway trust and the only power left that could actually stand up to
any sort of geo-political threat, should sit back and let the worlds
bully boys have their way. Ain't gonna happen. You Paul-bots are wasting your
delusional emails on me. All this conspiracy claptrap and twisted
ideology is unconvincing and has yet to survive even
half-hearted scrutiny on my part.
What I'm concerned about is that the loony left and the loony right are now the craziest people in the room. My fear is that if we don't some of us stand up to them, they're going to rule and that's when the world will sink back into semi-feudal barbarism.
I would like to thank my Paul-bot buddies for the blog post material, though. You guys stop by often and remind me how stupid I am. I get advertising dollars every time you do.
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this many people to stand it neat lines waiting to be killed.
Does it bother anyone else that, after nearly a century of evidence that it isn't working very well, we continue to educate our children in a school system designed by the same folk who gave the world extermination camps that conducted a ludicrously rigid accounting of every comb, button and gold tooth of every human being they murdered?
In the early 20th century, we, in the United States, adopted the German graded education system with division into classes by age, not by ability and standardized testing and number grades instead of measures of skills mastery.
The German Kindergarten system was designed to teach kids to show up on time, sit down, shut up, do repetitive work, conform and obey orders. Perfect if you are training future workers for the Krupwerks Munition Factories. Not so perfect for training the children of America, most of whose parents left their countries of origin in the first place in order to avoid raising their kids in just such societies. It's little wonder our kids are still having trouble learning a hundred years later. We've got a generation of restless, independent, genetically ADD American children crammed into a school system originally designed by obsessive compulsive Prussians to insure their own children understood what obsessive compulsive behaviors were expected of them.
And care to guess which nation does more scientific studies than any other on the subject of what to do to make ADD kids settle down and conform?
Yup. the Germans!