To put this in perspective, adults — presumably sanctimonious, rule-humping, zero-tolerance drones over the age of consent and capable of voting, buying alcohol, and legitimately purchasing and downloading porn — berated and questioned for two hours, before administering punishment that called for mandatory removal from school for 10 days — someone who likely has Mater or Buzz Lightyear or Scooby-Doo on his (almost certainly) semi-dirty Underoos.
And no, I’m not talking about Joe Biden. I’m talking about a 5-year-old boy in a Maryland kindergarten class.
Were it Biden, he’d have simply pumped several shotgun rounds through the door of the principals office and been done with it.
It’s official. We’re a moribund country in search of a coup de grace.
It would be most fitting were that blow to come by way of the mummified remains of Lenin, wielded like a giant scythe.
Leaving out the “whys” for a moment…
How does one go about interrogating a 5-year-old for two hours over anything? Either the kid will be a hyperactive brat, in which case these “adults” got exactly what they deserved, or the kid will be bawling from guilt under weight of all those disapproving stares in just a few minutes.
I feel bad about fussing at my dog for more than 30 seconds.
This is State-condoned (or mandated) child abuse. There need to be some charges filed, and not against the kid.
As for the “why” it has become obvious that the intent is to create a societal aversion (starting at the earliest ages possible) to the one right that can defend all the others.
I agree with you and Mondamay. Linked here: http://bobagard.blogspot.com/2013/05/moribund.html
Kim Roof, executive director of administration for Calvert schools, said she could not comment on the case but pointed out that such incidents are fully reviewed at disciplinary conferences to determine the most appropriate outcome.
That would be Kimberly H. Roof, Executive Director of Administration, Calvert County Public Schools. Office phone: 410-535-7232 Email: roofk@calvertnet.k12.md.us
Ms. Roof might be asked to clarify whether the disciplinary conference will fully review the actions of the “responsible” “authorities” in addition to those of the 5-year-old.
Ms. Roof might further be asked whether it makes sense for the taxpayers of Calvert County to pay in excess of $80,000 per year (plus generous benefits) to administrators who cause a 5-year-old and his sister to be questioned for two hours without parental notification. I know that I, for one, wouldn’t pay anything near that amount for my children’s torturers. Most of ’em are happy to do it for free.
The kid’s mother is a teacher at the high school. I’m not sure whether she’s being reasonable out of a sick sense of loyalty to the District, or from fear of reprisals. Can’t say that I really care.
Why didn’t Miss Kindergarten teacher take the pop gun from the kid and explain that they aren’t allowed to bring those to school and that he can have it back at the end of the day?
Of course, it’s Maryland so Democrats. Never mind.
That’s entirely too reasonable, leigh. It’s the way such things were handled when I was a kid, and we can’t have that any more.
The inmates are officially running the asylum
Evidently you need to pay your kindergarten teachers a hell of a lot more than $80,000 per year if you want them to have any sort of judgement or reason. God only knows what you’d need to pay your Principals and Superintendents if you wanted them to have any sort of management or leadership.
Ernst Schreiber says May 31, 2013 at 1:32 pm
Nah, that would be a democracy.
This is just the DMV (and a thousand other alphabet agencies) raising your kids.
Another kid who needs a life membership awarded.
Why didn’t Miss Kindergarten teacher take the pop gun from the kid and explain that they aren’t allowed to bring those to school and that he can have it back at the end of the day?
There’s that scene in A Christmas Story where all the kids greet their teacher with mouths full of fake teeth. She merely puts out her hand and collects them all, opens the bottom left drawer of her desk, and drops them upon a pile of other confiscated flotsam & jetsam …
I remember that drawer in everyone of my grade school classes. Especially in 1965 when my teacher collected a whole bunch of transistor radios that the boys were trying to hide under their shirts with the earpiece wire running down their necks while trying to listen to the Dodgers/Twins World Series.
She did relent a bit and let the radios go home each night (everyone was following the series, so she sympathized) . But everything else waited until end of turn.
What was that about how horrible, backwards and h8ty pre-Now was?
– Tell me again why anyone in their right mind would subject their children to the public school system these days?
– But heyy, the insanity worm has crawled deep in the America ear as attested by our “leaders” in DC, so large segments of public service are just acting in resonance with same.
– Apparently the new norm in adult behavior is anything goes as long as you don’t get caught, or if you get caught you promise not to repeat it.
Darleen, when I was in the first grade we had Show and Tell on Fridays. One of the boys (who was kind of a weirdo, but whatever) brought a dead bat as his contribution. No one freaked out. Mrs. Green just put on her gloves* and took the bat from the boy and told him not to bring dead animals to Show and Tell and took it out and threw it in a trash barrel outside the classroom.
No one had to go get rabies shots or anything, either.
*circa 1965, I think. My mother always wore gloves when we went shopping.
Because ZOMG ZERO TOLERANCE!!!!!!11!!, that’s why.
There is also zero tolerance for not holding to the zero tolerance dogma, because zero tolerance.
Funny how the places that practice zero tolerance are also those most insistent on preaching total tolerance.
Zero tolerance is the goal for everyone eventually. I’m certain of this.
– I have zero tolorence for Progressive nimrods, so I guess that makes me cutting edge.
I keep telling y’all: That which is not forbidden, is mandatory.
BBH, you were talking to astronauts in real time back in the day. Somebody that cool, is always going to be cutting edge.
there needs to be a FIRE for our perverted public schools so names get named and people are held accountable
Yeah, you should definitely trust your children’s indoctrination to the same government that gives billions of your dollars to their campaign donors and politically persecutes their opposition.
And gives weapons to narco-terrorists and abandons ambassadors and operatives to terror attacks and lies about it.
Ad infinitum. And that doesn’t even include state and local level crazies and power-mad bureaucrats.
We *HAVE* to take it out of their hands, because they can’t be trusted.
And if there had been caps in the gun, they would have involved police in an explosives charge, said the principle, with vigilant ardor.
They were trying to extract a confession that he had fired the toy weapon upon his bus-mates. He denied, his sister denied, and no one else saw such a thing.
Perched atop my pencil
keeping his own counsel
Sat the man from Frito-lay
prepared to blow stray marks away
Mustache and sombrero
the graphite anti-hero
had two guns on display
rubber bullets times infinitay.
He wasn’t confiscated
funny how we hated
with thoughts murderous, debased
but only knew that we erased.
did you write that? the googles are not finding it for me
nice work
Greetings:
Well, at least our highly educated authorities didn’t pry it from his cold, dead hand.
Greetings:
And, on a lighter note, from our way way back machine…
Even though I grew up in the Bronx in the afterglow of WW II, I was always more inclined to the cowboy ways. I had the twin Fanner-Fiftys cap pistol rig which was, unfortunately, one of the banes of my dear mother’s existence.
One summer’s day, she took me and my sister to the movies, double-features in those days. The second movie was “The Charge at Feather River”, not only an oat-burner, but a 3-D oat-burner. I was allowed to wear my rig but was warned against bringing any caps. In one of the very few failures of my mother’s eternal vigilance program, she forgot the body cavity search and I managed to secret two full rolls on my person. During the intermission, I slipped off to the lavatory and loaded up.
The highlight of the movie for me was, you guessed it, “The Charge at Feather River”. The besieged cavalry and cowpokes were attacked by the ferocious, in those days, pre-Native Americans. In unison, they loosed their arrows and spears which, through the miracle of 3-D, seemed to come pouring out of the screen directly at me and mine. What’s a boy-cowboy to do but to shoot up some caps to protect his mother, sister, and self. However, before I could get off even a handful of shots, my mother had re-established her normal level of control of both my property and my person.
Later that evening, my mother came into my room with that twinkle in her eye that meant “Your father wants to talk to you in the living room.” Denotations aside, the obvious connotation was that parental supervision had been kicked up a notch to the ultimate level. When I arrived in the living room, my father was involved with his evening beer, cigarette, and newspaper. I sat down as quietly as possible on the couch. My father lowered his broadsheet and gave me his sternest look. He then began his pre-waterboarding days interrogation.
“So,” my father began, “your mother took you to the movies this afternoon.” “She did,” I replied as my father’s look told me that that was all the answer required. “And, she let you take your six-guns.” Again, only the “She did.” “But, she told you no caps.” Once more, the “She did,” as the in-terror-gation proceeded along its course. “And, you took some anyway.” A quick switch to an “I did.” “And, you shot them off in the theater.” Again, an “I did” followed by a failed attempt to begin a litany of excuses for my actions.
“So,” my father began as he took a Lucky Strike pause, “How many Injuns d’ya kill?”
Yes that’s new this morning. I had a little chinaman eraser too I got from my Yamaha electronic music course, but he wasn’t packing.
very good job I think your already impressive oeuvre is very much enhanced by this revelation of a refined poetic sensibility