Wednesday, 29 July 2009
A school reports concerns over a pupil's smoking, DECCA wade in and hand out packs of Nicorette gum without even informing parents. Surprisingly enough the pupil involved wasn't interested in the gum and passed it on to his friend Aiden who then chewed his way through 45 sticks (the equivalent of 180 cigarettes) in the next 25 minutes and ends up in hospital, doctors say he could have died.
DECCA say "We always make sure clients understand not to give out their gum to anyone else." so presumably this is the fault of the two lads in question and nothing at all to do with the idiots who handed out the drug laden gum in the first place!!
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
You see, these gentlemen will soon be part of the establishment, all trained up and certificated you see. That makes them 'authority figures' to be rewarded by our good and caring Fuhrer, sorry - Government, authorising them to impose fines on us if we're naughty boys and girls.
Even better, they will be able to access the police criminal records database to see if you have been naughty before, that way they can pick on you, sorry I mean keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get a chance to enjoy your night out, oops again - I mean to make sure you don't start any trouble.
As soon as they get a chance to provoke you, naughty me - I meant to say that as soon as you cause any trouble they will then issue you with a fine, a bit like a parking ticket and just as difficult to appeal if unjustified.
Ken Frost has blogged on this one at http://nannyknowsbest.blogspot.com/2009/07/nannys-special-police-force-bouncers.html
What Ken hasn't mentioned is these powers can be granted by any police chief constable to any person or organisation deemed suitable, they can then issue fixed penalty notices for many offences such as graffiti, flyposting, dog fouling, littering and public disorder:-
The powers are granted by chief constables under the Police Reform Act 2001 to organisations that contribute towards community safety. They must undergo extensive vetting and training and wear a badge and uniform approved by the chief constable.There were 945 accredited individuals in 2005 but by last year the figure had risen to 1,406.
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Why then do we keep hearing stories of paedophiles in schools or otherwise involved with children? Why do they keep casting suspicion on ordinary loving parents?
As I keep saying - GET YOUR OWN HOUSE IN ORDER, STOP INTERFERING IN MINE!
Friday, 24 July 2009
Take the story of Adam and Rochelle, she is canadian and aged 19, they met 2 years ago when Adam visited Canada, kept in touch and married when she came over to the UK to see him again.
Sounds like a delightfully romantic story until you read about the official involvement .....
The Home Office messed up their application for permission to marry with the result that Rochelle's visa expired due to the delays, in the meantime new laws were introduced to 'protect' young people from forced marriage which means that even though they received permission and married each other, Rochelle must now leave the country until she is 21 (an "inconvenience" according to officials).
The bizzare thing is that the couple can live together as man and wife in any country except the UK - Adams country of birth. How crazy does that make us?
Who the hell is making up these laws? and what planet do they live on?
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
They are terrified that a superclass of people are being created, that will number over 100,000 in a very short number of years. These people will be independent thinkers, who have been properly trained in ways that produce (and that historically have produced) the greatest minds. They will be capable, unflappable, unprogrammable, steadfast, quick witted and very very powerful.
100,000 people is an army. The Home Educated army of the future will be, at the very least, able to totally dominate society. They will ascend to all the highest positions in industry, finance and politics, completely shutting out everyone else. And by the way, everyone else will be so dumbed down and brainwashed that it will be easy for even the weakest Home Educated child to shine like Einstein in comparison.
Thanks to Blogdial for putting this up
I've been saying that it is not a home ed / school ed thing, the government wants to clamp down and take control of ALL our children, their tactics are to identify and tackle small groups rather than take us all on at once - BEWARE, they WILL be coming for you and yours!
The latest move is to enforce Home School Agreements, failure to comply or refusal to sign may be used as evidence in a magistrates court to support imposition of parenting orders and I dare say may even lead to forced participation in a Family Intervention Project ( I say forced - they are not compulsory, but you could face eviction or losing your children if you do not accept their 'help').
We must all put our differences to one side and put this government back in its place as providers of services to us and not dictators!
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
For the moment I'll just throw in the latest thing I've seen from the Association of Directors of Children's Services who, like ACPO, are not actually an organisation set up with any state authority but are a LIMITED COMPANY.
This distinction very conveniently allows them to fall outside any scrutiny of government bodies, they don't have to answer to the National Audit Office or respond to Freedom of Information requests yet they work "closely with Ministers, government officials, the community and voluntary sectors, local government organisations and other key local and national agencies".
I was first incensed by their statement in their press release welcoming the Badman HE Review - "Registration that links every home educated child to a school as well as some form of monitoring will ensure that every child gets all the help that they need."
I then read one of their 'Notes to editors' - "Directors of Children's Services have responsibility for the well‐being f all children in a local authority area, ensuring that children achieve all five Every Child Matters outcomes"
This is plainly not the case when you read the DCSF extract from the childrens act "The DCS is professionally accountable for the delivery of authorities' education and social-services functions for children, and any health functions for children delegated to the authority by an NHS body. The DCS, together with the LM, has a key role in driving the local children's trust arrangements and the provision of services for children and young people."
More and more we are seeing state service providers seeking to redefine their role in terms of policing others rather than providing services, they then get so wrapped up in their misplaced policing role that they don't provide the services they have primary responsibility for.
They, like many arms of government, are operating well outside their remit. I've sent in a complaint, please send in your complaint as well as we need to remind these people who they are, who we are and what they should be doing FOR us instead of TO us.
I am aware that I am kind of stumbling over my words here but it's difficult to think straight when all I can see is a red mist GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Friday, 17 July 2009
Far too many of our senior politicians have neither the skills nor experience necessary to run their departments properly, they are given their jobs based on their current level of favour at the time of cabinet reshuffle rather than how suitable they would be to carrying out their tasks.
This argument should be applied all the way from top to bottom, we hear of all women lists for parliamentary candidates or police jobs open to black or asians only, in order to 'reflect their community'.
I am absolutely against discrimination of ANY form. People should be paid according to their capability and NOT their gender or race, they should be appointed to jobs or positions based on their capability and skill and NOT as a reflection of their colour, gender or sexuality.
This goes for positive AND negative discrimination - it shouldn't happen!
If I am working with someone or appointing someone I am not interested in their sexuality, I'm not interested in their colour or religion, all I want to know is "Can they do the job?", "Are they the best person for the job?".
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Put this together with plans for forced vaccination against the alleged swine flu pandemic and I'm starting to get seriously concerned about their motives.
Saturday, 11 July 2009
Seems like it may be water, all those nasty people who think that just because the pipe is full of the stuff they can just go and use it as they want ........ without permission or measurement!
Anna Walker has just released a report recommending that all customers should have water meters fitted and those big cisterns (you know, the ones that only need to be flushed once) should be outlawed.
My thanks to 'Counting cats in zanzibar' and 'Ambush predator' for spotting this one.
Friday, 10 July 2009
I would say it is just what we need, people within the local community getting together and helping the kids do something constructive instead of hanging around on street corners and getting into trouble.
I'm sure you'll forgive me for thinking that the local council should be encouraging this kind of activity but what do they do - they get the police in and lock him up for 5 hours while they investigate his 'crimes' of not complying with council rules that would have made their informal games impossible.
This is crazy! We need to vote these psychopaths out of office and get people in authority that are interested in supporting their communities.
The implication of requiring this registration is that no adults can be trusted near children without having been registered and authorised.
I do not believe that this process of registration will protect children in any way whatsoever, for ample proof of this fact just google teacher abused pupil or nursery paedophile, these people were all registered and authorised - that didn't stop them did it?
What happened to the old fashioned idea of the regular teacher sitting in on the session where a guest adult may be present, surely that would be ample protection against abuse (provided the teacher can be trusted of course).
It's about time we stopped putting our faith in government databases, vetting and registration, instead we should simply supervise those we don't know well enough to trust and ensure that everyone is aware of their responsibility to report abusive behaviour knowing that their report would be dealt with in a proportionate and sensible manner, neither too sloppy nor too heavy handed.
Would these be the same 'professionals' who bully, abuse and even try to murder the children in their care?
What makes them think that teachers are more likely to care for the safety and welfare of the children in their classes than their own parents would. There have been many documented cases of teachers and other so called professionals abusing children.
As I've said before - GET YOUR OWN HOUSE IN ORDER! Leave innocent families alone and concentrate on taking care (with compassion and respect) of those who genuinely need help.
etc. etc. etc.
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Far from being unusual, this is just NORMAL happy children being themselves and living lives.
Get off their backs and stop trying to destroy the happy family lives they lead!
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Any teacher that does not qualify to have their licence renewed at the end of 5 years will automatically be prohibited from teaching and thus lose their job.
Best of all - the licence is renewed by the head teacher, so upset your boss at your peril! If the head teacher doesn't like you (maybe a personality clash or you have expressed concern at his poor management) you are finished! On the other hand, if the head teacher is your mate or you both subscribe to the same dodgy websites you have a job for life amongst the children..........
The truly concerning bit comes when you look into 'Common Purpose', indications are that they are trying to place their 'graduates' into positions of authority and influence, teaching positions are excellent opportunities to indoctrinate young minds and if the 'old school' teachers can be pushed out when their licence expires then there could be many opportunities for more common purpose graduates.
Read up about them and come to your own conclusions............
Unlike we ordinary people who will have to manage on less money, the UN has decided that it should protect its income and is proposing raising money directly through taxes on the people of the member states. phrases such as "....and initiate a needed dialogue on the transformation of the international financial architecture..." worry me enormously.
Monday, 6 July 2009
The interesting bit is in the comments - many are quite adamant that it is down to the parents to teach their children to speak and it is the failing of the parents resulting in the speach problems of their children.
I wholeheartedly agree, yet the government has spent years undermining parents, drumming into them that they should leave education to the 'experts' who know better than they do.
The parents that have stood up and taken full responsibility for their childrens' education by not sending them to school and embarking on the journey known as home education are constantly attacked and slandered with wholly unfounded assertions that they 'could' be abusing their children.
Home educators are threatened with state imposed monitoring and control over the education they provide, with insinuations of abuse and thus a need for checking that their children are 'safe'.
Abuse rates amongst home educating families are half that of the general population, the knowledge and abilities of the children are shown generally to be far greater than those that go through the school system yet the government cannot leave them alone, they are determined to drag those children down to the state school standard in the name of giving them 'the same opportunities'.
Hey, Ed, read the article, read the comments and leave them kids alone - it IS down to the parents to teach their children, many want to do just that - let them get on with it!!
From one of those poor, deprived, hidden, home educated young people he's so worried about - a poem:
"The Wolves are Running" by Lorien, age 15
I thought those days were over
I thought those days were gone
I thought those days were numbered
When we'd sing a protest song
I simply can't believe
That in a modern world like this
A war is quietly raging
And a Fascist World exists
The words "Lest we forget"
Have left a ringing in my ears
You'd have thought that Britain's children
Would remember all the tears
What did Great Grandad die for?
Why did Great Granny cry?
They laid down their lives for freedom
And we've all forgotten why
Now the children here wear brown-shirts
And they're spying on their friends
On their parents, their community
This poison never ends
We haven't quite got goose-steps
But we aren't that far behind
The lessons from the past
Have been forgotten by the blind
HITLER IS THE BADMAN
And he hasn't lost his B**LS
They're eroding all our liberties
Within those Whitehall walls.
Nazis were never conquered
And now we've become the Jews
They're forcing us to wear a badge
We have no right to choose.
Behind the might of the Red Rose
A swastika is seen.
Be careful here, all Children
They are part of a machine.
And this machine will crush you,
They will force you to comply.
They'll try to own your hearts and minds
And if you resist - Goodbye!
I know those days aren't over
I know those days aren't gone
And my days, they may be numbered
But I'll sing a protest song.
And it will go on and on
Now one might imagine that the credentials of somebody who supposedly is to be trusted to care for a child over and above the love of its parents would be impeccable, rather than the kind of people working for Haringey Council who even after many inquiries and reports are still not properly safeguarding the children they have been given responsibility for!
I believe that many parents would share my sentiments in shouting "OVER MY DEAD BODY", these people and those like them will never be left alone with my children, they will never be given the opprtunity to claim to know better than I do what is best for my children.
Now stop meddling with innocent and happy families, GET YOUR OWN HOUSE IN ORDER, look after the children that you already know to need protection instead of looking to interfere with those who don't need your brand of protection.
Home educators, who know the truth about safety of children in school versus out of school, have been beating their heads against a brick wall trying to explain to people how false these statements are.
I read today the story of a seven year old girl who was tied up by four boys in school and then whipped with a skipping rope during the lunch break.
I bet the school has one of those completely pointless 'bullying policies' and doesn't believe that they have a bullying problem. Shouldn't break times be supervised? How could this abuse have occurred without being noticed at an early stage?
This alone should be sufficient justification to hold schools up as places where children are at risk rather than places of safety.
The real punchline comes when you read that the parents of the girl were not told what actualy happened, only that she "... had been hurt by some other children".
The dinner lady who had found the child being whipped spoke to the girl's mother and gave the full story is now facing the sack for 'breaching the confidentiality' of the boys who had done the whipping!!!
What sort of crazy mixed up world is this? I think that ALL parents should protest by taking their children out of school and refuse to re enroll them until this whole system is dismantled and rebuilt with the interests of the children foremost.
Experts announce that boys should now receive the HPV (cause of cervical cancer) vaccine as well as girls.
No link between the two of course ........ What do you think?
Sunday, 5 July 2009
One of the teachers had 'concerns' so involved the police.
In their usual heavy handed way, the police and social workers turned up and met the man and his wife when they arrived at the school, after refusing to accompany the social worker (who wouldn't show him any form of ID), the police then arrested the couple and detained the man under the mental health act (N.B. he was given a complete discharge in the ensuing mental health hearing) and the children were taken into care.
Now, despite the couple having been exonerated of any accusations of abuse / mental illness etc etc, the children are still in care and the case cannot even be discussed as it sits within the ever secretive family courts system.
What a very neat system the authorities have woven - they can act any way they wish in the knowledge that the family court system will protect them from any backlash, their misconduct cannot be properly exposed or even discussed!
Has nobody here considered the children? If their parents have been found innocent then they should be returned immediately.
Now I have read further and far from being scrapped, the ID cards project is actually being accelerated.
The only claimed concession is that the cards will not be compulsory, this has not changed - the cards were never intended to be compulsory until a significant number had ben issued, what will happen instead is that this card will not be compulsory, you just won't be able to do anything without it!
Just think, once they take steps so that it will be very difficult to open a bank account without your ID card, claim benefits? visit the doctor? use the library? enter government offices? buy age restricted items? (alcohol, tobacco, lottery tickets, glue, cutlery...). How long do you imagine being able to refuse an ID card when all these things will be closed to you?
Yes - purely voluntary as in "you're stuffed without one!"
Saturday, 4 July 2009
Now we hear that "almost all partner countries have or intend to have in the near future national laws allowing access to computer hard drives and other data storage devices located on their territory".
So, not only can the authorities monitor your online activities but they can also hack into your computer and snoop around your hard drive, soon they hope to have the legal power to do that without breaking the law.
The police won't even be restricted to snooping on computers in their own country! They plan to introduce new laws permitting cross border snooping.
Our dear caring government is backing a project to install devices in new cars to track the whereabouts of drivers anywhere in Europe.
Known as the Cooperative Vehicle-Infrastructure Systems (CVIS) project the system will constantly communicate with nearby cars, roadside devices and a control centre, giving location, speed and direction of travel.
The story given to the public is that the system will significantly reduce road accidents, congestion and carbon emissions.
They are keeping quiet about the other 'benefits' such as the ability to track any car at any time or the ability to easily charge for road usage or even automatic reporting of breaking road traffic laws.
Indications are that the device could be installed in all new cars as early as 2013.
Although this is an European initiative, the British government are one of the primary backers.
Add this to all the other initiatives such as :-
- Contact Point (to record details of every child in the UK)
- The ID cards database (you thought this had been cancelled? - wrong - it's being accelerated!)
- Monitoring of all emails sent and every website visited
- Control orders (which require no proof and even don't require that you are told what you are suspected of)
- and many more........
The CVIS web page is mysteriously offline so the link above takes you to the google cached version.
Friday, 3 July 2009
The complaints of the people fall on deaf ears amidst increasingly oppressive monitoring and control of the population.
This explains why inconvenient truths such as the rate of abuse amongst known home educating families is less than half that in the rest of the population are ignored in favour of headlines such as 'Home education could be used as a cover for abuse'
Over at 'Sometimes it's Peaceful', Gill has posted an excellent article on this subject, she has also produced some really good analysis of the constant and ongoing attacks not just on home educators but parenting in general.
The teacher was afraid.
And the children were afraid. All except Johnny. He watched the classroom door with hate. He felt the hatred deep within his stomach. It gave him strength.
It was two minutes to nine.
The teacher glanced numbly from the door and stared at the flag which stood in a corner of the room. But she couldn't see the flag today. She was blinded by her terror, not only for herself but mostly for them, her children. She had never had children of her own. She had never married.
In the mists of her mind she saw the rows upon rows of children she had taught through her years. Their faces were legion. But she could distinguish no one particular face. Only the same face which varied but slightly. Always the same age or thereabouts. Seven. Perhaps a boy, perhaps a girl. And the face always open and ready for the knowledge that she was to give. The same face staring at her, open, waiting and full of trust.
The children rustled, watching her, wondering what possessed her. They saw not the gray hair and the old eyes and the lined face and the well-worn clothes. They saw only their teacher and the twisting of her hands. Johnny looked away from the door and watched with the other children. He did not understand anything except that the teacher was afraid, and because she was afraid she was making them all worse and he wanted to shout that there was no need to fear. "Just because THEY'VE conquered us there's no need for panic fear," Dad had said. "Don't be afraid, Johnny. If you fear too much, you'll be dead even though you're alive."
The sound of footsteps approached and then stopped. The door opened.
The children gasped. They had expected an ogre or giant or beast or witch or monster - like the outer-space monsters you think about when the lights are out and Mommy and Daddy have kissed you good night and you're frightened and you put your head under the cover and all at once you're awake and it's time for school. But instead of a monster, a beautiful young girl stood in the doorway. Her clothes were neat and clean, all olive green - even her shoes. But most important, she wore a lovely smile, and when she spoke, she spoke without the trace of an accent. The children found this very strange, for THEY were foreigners from a strange country far across the sea. They had all been told about THEM.
"Good morning, children, I'm your new teacher," the New Teacher said. Then she closed the door softly and walked to the teacher's desk, and the children in the front row felt and smelled the perfume of her - clean and fresh and young - and as she passed Sandra who sat at the end of the first row she said, "Good morning, Sandra," and Sandra flushed deeply and wondered, aghast, with all the other children, HOW DID SHE KNOW MY NAME? and her heart raced in her chest and made it feel tight and very heavy.
The teacher got up shakily. "I, er, I - good morning." Her words were faltering. She, too, was trying to get over the shock. And nausea.
"Hello, Miss Worden," the New Teacher said. "I'm taking over your class now. You are to go to the principal's office."
"Why? What's going to happen to me? What's going to happen to my children?" The words gushed from Miss Worden, and a lank piece of hair fell into her eyes. The children were agonized by the cut to her voice, and one or two of them felt the edge of tears.
"He just wants to talk to you, Miss Worden," the New Teacher said gently. "You really must take better care of yourself. You shouldn't be so upset."
Miss Worden saw the New Teacher's smile but she wasn't touched by its compassion. She tried to stop her knees from shaking. "Good-bye, children," she said. The Children made no reply. they were too terrified by the sound of her voice and the tears that wet her face. And because she was crying, some of the children cried, and Sandra fled to her.
The New Teacher shut the door behind Miss Worden and turned back into the room, cradling Sandra in her arms. "Children, children, there's no need to cry!" she said. "I know, I'll sing you a song! Listen!"
And she sat down on the floor as gracefully as an angel, Sandra in her arms, and she began to sing and the children stopped crying because Miss Worden never, never sang to them and certainly never sat on the floor, which is the best place to sit, as everyone in the class knew. They listened spellbound to the happy lilt of the New Teacher's voice and to the strange words of a strange tongue which soared and dipped like the sea of grass that was the birthplace of the song. It was a child's song, and it soothed them, and after she had sung the first chorus the New Teacher told them the story of the song.
It was about two children who had lost their way and were all alone in the great grass prairies and were afraid, but they met a fine man riding a fine horse and the man told them that there was never a need to be afraid, for all they had to do was the watch the stars and the stars would tell them where their home was.
"For once you know the right direction, then there's never a need to be afraid. Fear is something that comes from inside, from inside your tummies," the New Teacher said radiantly, "and good strong children like you have to put food in your tummies. Not fear."
The children thought about this and it seemed very sensible. The New Teacher sang the song again, and soon all the children were happy and calm once more. Except Johnny. He hated her even though he knew she was right about fear.
"Now," said the New Teacher, "what shall we do? I know, we'll play a game. I'll try and guess your names!"
The children, wide-eyed, shifted in their seats. Miss Worden never did this, and often she called a child by another's name. THE NEW TEACHER'LL NEVER KNOW ALL OUR NAMES! NEVER! they thought. So they waited excitedly while the New Teacher turned her attention to Sandra. Oh, yes, somehow she already knew Sandra's name, but how could she possibly know everyone's? They waited, glad that they were going to catch out the New Teacher.
But they were not to catch her out. The New Teacher remembered every name.
Johnny put up his hand. "How'd you know our names? I mean, well, we haven't had a roll call or anything, so how'd you know our names?"
"That's easy, Johnny," the New Teacher said. "You all sit in the same places every day. Each desk has one pupil. So I learned your names from a list. I had to work for three whole days to remember your names. A teacher must work very hard to be a good teacher, and so I worked for three days so that I could know each of you the first day. That's very important, don't you think, for a teacher to work hard?"
Johnny frowned and half-nodded and sat down and wondered why he hadn't figured that out for himself before asking, astonished that she had worked three days just to know everyone the first day. But still he hated her.
"Johnny. Would you tell me something, please? How do you start school? I mean what do you do to begin with?"
Johnny stood reluctantly. "We first pledge allegiance and then we sing the song -"
"Yes, but that's all after roll call," Sandra said, "You forgot roll call.
"Yes, You forgot roll call, Johnny," Mary said.
"First we have roll call," Johnny said. Then he sat down.
The New Teacher smiled. "All right. but we really don't need roll call. I know all your names and I know everyone's here. It's very lazy for a teacher not to know who's here and who isn't, don't you think? After all, a teacher should KNOW. So we don't need roll call while I'm your teacher. So we should pledge, isn't that next?"
Obediently all the children got up and put their hands on their hearts and the New Teacher did the same, and they began in unison, 'I pledge allegiance to the flag of -"
"Just a moment," the New Teacher said. "What does PLEDGE mean?"
The children stood openmouthed; Miss Worden had never interrupted them before. They stood and stared at the New Teacher. Wordless. And silent.
"What does ALLEGIANCE mean?" The New Teacher asked, her hand over her heart.
The children stood in silence. Then Mary put up her hand. "Well, PLEDGE is, ah, well, something like - sort of when you want to do something very good. You sort of pledge you're going to do something like not suck your thumb 'cause that makes your teeth bend and you'll have to wear a brace and go to the dentist, which hurts."
"That's very good, Mary. Very, very good. To pledge means to promise. And ALLEGIANCE?"
Mary shrugged helplessly and looked at her best friend, Hilda, who looked back at her and then at the teacher and shrugged helplessly too.
The New Teacher waited, and the silence hung in the room, hurting. then she said, "I think it's quite wrong for you to have to say something with long words in it if you don't understand what you're saying."
So the children sat down and waited expectantly.
"What did your other teacher tell you that it meant?"
After a long silence Danny put up his hand. "She never said nothing, miss."
One of my teachers at the other school I went to before this one," Joan said in a rush, "well, she sort of said what it all meant, at least she said some thing about it just before recess one day and then the bell went and afterwards we had spellin'."
Danny said, "Miss Worden - well, she never told us. We just hadta learn it and then say it, that's all. Our real teacher didn't say anything at all."
All the children nodded. Then they waited again.
"Your teacher never explained to you?" All the children shook their heads.
"I don't think that was very good. Not to explain. You can always ask me anything. That's what a real teacher should do." Then the New Teacher said, "But didn't you ask your daddies and mommies?"
"Not about 'I pledge.' We just hadta learn it," Mary said. "Once I could say it, Daddy gave me a nickel for saying it good."
"That's right," Danny said. "So long as you could say it all, it was very good. But I never got no nickel."
"Did you ask each other what it meant?"
"I askt Danny once and he didn't know and none of knowed really. It's grown-up talk, and grown-ups talk that sort of words. We just havta learn it."
"The other schools I went to," Hilda said, "they never said anything about it. They just wanted us to learn it. They didn't ask us what it meant. We just hadta say it every day before we started school."
"It took me weeks and weeks and weeks to say it right," Mary said.
So the New Teacher explained what allegiance meant. " ...so you are promising or pledging support to the flag and saying that it is much more important than YOU are. How can a flag be more important than a real live person?"
Johnny broke the silence. "But the next thing is - well, where it says 'and to the republic for which it stands.' That means it's like a, like a..." He searched for the word and could not find it. "Like well, sort of a sign, isn't it?"
"Yes. The real word is a SYMBOL." The New Teacher frowned. "But we don't need a sign to remind us that we love our country, do we? You're all good boys and girls. Do you need a sign to remind you?"
"What's REMIND mean?" Mary asked.
"It means to make you remember. To make you remember that you're all good boys and girls."
The children thought about this and shook their heads.
Johnny put up his hand. "It's our flag," he said fiercely. "We always pledge."
"Yes," the New Teacher said. "It is a very pretty one. She looked at it a moment and then said, "I wish I could have a piece of it. If it's so important, I think we should all have a piece of it. Don't you?"
"I've a little one at home," Mary said. "I could bring it tomorrow."
"Thank you, Mary dear, but I just wanted a little piece of this one because it's our own special classroom one."
Then Danny said, "If we had some scissors we could cut a little piece off."
"I've some scissors at home, Mary said.
"There's some in Miss Worden's desk," Brian said.
The New Teacher found the scissors and then they had to decide who would be allowed to cut a little piece off, and the New Teacher said that because today was Mary's birthday (HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?) Mary asked herself, awed) Mary should be allowed to cut the piece off. And then they decided it would be very nice if they all had a piece. The flag is special, they thought, so if you have a piece, that's better than having just to look at it, 'cause you can keep it in your pocket.
So the flag was cut up by the children and they were very proud that they each had a piece. But now the flagpole was bare and strange.
The children pondered what to do with it, and the idea that pleased them most was to push it out of the window. They watched excitedly as the New Teacher opened the window and allowed them to throw it into the playground. They shrieked with excitement as they saw it bounce on the ground and lie there. They began to love this strange New Teacher.
When they were all back in their seats the new Teacher said, "Well, before we start our lessons, perhaps there are some questions you want me to answer. Ask me anything you like. That's only fair, isn't it, if I ask you questions?"
Mary said, after a silence, "We never got to ask our real teacher ANY questions."
"You can always ask me anything. That ' 8 the fair way. The new way. Try me."
"What's your name?" Danny asked.
She told them her name, and it sounded pretty.
Mary put up her hand. "Why do you wear those clothes? Well, it's like a sort of uniform nurses wear."
"We think that teachers should be dressed the same. Then you always know a teacher. It's nice and light and easy to iron. Do you like the color?"
"Oh, yes," Mary said. "You've got green eyes too.
"If you like, children, as a very special surprise, you can all have this sort of uniform. Then you won't have to worry about what you have to wear to school every day. And you'll all be the same."
The children twisted excitedly in their seats. Mary said, "But it'll cost a lot, and my momma won't want to spend the money 'cause we have to buy food and food is expen-- Well, it sort of costs a lot of money."
"They will be given to you. As a present. There's no need to worry about money."
Johnny said, "I don't want to be dressed like that."
"You don't have to accept a present, Johnny. Just because the other children want to wear new clothes, you don't have to," the new Teacher said.
Johnny slunk back in his chair. I'M NEVER GOING TO WEAR THEIR CLOTHES, he said to himself. I DON'T CARE IF I'M GOING TO LOOK DIFFERENT FROM DANNY AND TOM AND FRED.
Then Mary asked, "Why was our teacher crying?"
"I suppose she was just tired and needed a rest. She's going to have a long rest." She smiled at them. "We think teachers should be young. I'm nineteen."
"Is the war over now?" Danny asked.
"Yes, Danny, isn't that wonderful! Now all your daddies will be home soon."
"Did we win or did we lose?" Mary asked.
"We - that's you and I and all of us - WE won."
The children sat back happily.
Then Johnny's hatred burst. "Where's my dad? What've you done to my dad? Where's my dad?"
The New Teacher got up from her seat and walked the length of the room and the children's eyes followed her, and Johnny stood, knees of jelly. She sat down on his seat and put her hands on his shoulders, and his shoulders were shaking like his knees.
"He's going to a school. Some grown-ups have to go to school as well as children."
"But they took him away and he didn't want to go." Johnny felt the tears close and he fought them back.
The New Teacher touched him gently, and he smelled the youth and cleanness of her, and it was not the smell of home which was sour and just a little dirty. He's no different from all of you. YOU sometimes don't want to go to school. With grown-ups it's the same - just the same as children. Would you like to visit him? He has a holiday in a few days."
"Momma said that Dad's gone away forever!" Johnny stared at her incredulously. "He has a holiday?"
The New Teacher laughed. "She's wrong, Johnny. After all, everyone who goes to school has holidays. That's fair, isn't it?"
The children shifted and rustled and watched. And Johnny said, "I can see him?"
"Of course. Your daddy just has to go back to school a little. He had some strange thoughts, and he wanted other grown-ups to believe them. It's not right to want others to believe wrong thoughts, is it?"
"Well, no, I suppose not. But my dad never thought nothing bad."
"Of course, Johnny. I said WRONG thoughts -- not BAD thoughts. There's nothing wrong with that. But it's right to show grown-ups right thoughts when they're wrong, isn't it?"
"Well, yes," Johnny said. "But what wrong thoughts did he have?"
"Just some grown-up thoughts that are old-fashioned. We're going to learn all about them in class. Then we can share knowledge, and I can learn from you as you will learn from me. Shall we?"
"All right." Johnny stared at her, perplexed. "My dad couldn't have wrong thoughts. He just couldn't....
"Well, perhaps sometime when you wanted to talk about something very important to your dad, perhaps he said, 'Not now, Johnny, I'm busy,' or, 'We'll talk about that tomorrow.' That's a bad thought -- not to give you time when it's important. Isn't it?"
"Sure. but that's what all grown-ups do."
"My momma says that all the time," Mary said.
And the other children nodded, and they wondered if all their parents should go back to school and unlearn bad thoughts.
"Sit down, Johnny, and we'll start learning good things and not worry about grown-up bad thoughts. Oh, yes," she said when she sat down at her seat again, brimming with happiness, "I have a lovely surprise for you. You're all going to stay overnight with us. We have a lovely room with beds and lots of food, and we'll all tell stories and have such a lovely time."
"Oh, good," the children said.
"Can I stay up till eight o'clock?" Mary asked breathlessly.
"Well, as it's our first new day, we'll all stay up to eight-thirty. But only if you promise to go right to sleep afterward."
The children all promised. They were very happy. Jenny said, "But first we got to say our prayers. Before we go to sleep."
The new Teacher smiled at her. "Of course. Perhaps we should say a prayer now. In some schools that's a custom too." She thought a moment and the faces watched her. Then she said, "let's pray. But let's pray for something very good. What should we pray for?"
"Bless Momma and Daddy." Danny said immediately.
"That's a good idea, Danny. I have one. Let's pray for candy. That's a good idea, isn't it?"
They all nodded happily.
So, following their New Teacher, they all closed their eyes and steepled their hands together, and they prayed with her for candy.
The New Teacher opened her eyes and looked around disappointedly. "but where's our candy. God is all-seeing and everywhere, and if we pray, He answers our prayers. Isn't that true.?"
"I prayed for a puppy of my own lots of times, but I never got one," Danny said.
"Maybe we didn't pray hard enough. Perhaps we should kneel down like it' 8 done in church.
So the new Teacher knelt and all the children knelt and they prayed very, very hard. But there was still no candy.
Because the New Teacher was disappointed, the children were very disappointed. Then she said, "perhaps
we're using the wrong name." She thought a moment and then said, "instead of saying 'God,' let's say 'Our Leader.' Let's pray to Our Leader for candy. Let's pray very hard and don't open your eyes till I say."
So the children shut their eyes tightly and prayed very hard, and as they prayed, the New Teacher took out some candy from her pocket and quietly put a piece on each child's desk. She did not notice Johnny -- alone of all the children -- watching her through his half-closed eyes.
She went softly back to her desk and the prayer ended, and the children opened their eyes and they stared at the candy and they were overjoyed.
"I'm going to pray to Our Leader every time," Mary said excitedly.
"Me too," Hilda said. "Could we eat Our Leader's candy now, teacher?"
"Oh, let's, please, please, please."
"So Our Leader answered your prayers, didn't he?"
"I saw you put the candy on our desks!" Johnny burst out. "I SAW YOU... I didn't close my eyes, and I saw you. You had 'em in your pocket. We didn't get them with praying. YOU put them there."
All the children, appalled, stared at him and then at their New Teacher. She stood at the front of the class and looked back at Johnny and then at all of them.
"Yes, Johnny, you're quite right. You're a very, very wise boy. Children, I put the candy on your desks. So you know that it doesn't matter whom you ask, whom you shut your eyes and 'pray' to -- to God or anyone, even Our Leader -no one will give you anything. Only another human being." She looked at Danny. "God didn't give you the puppy you wanted. But if you work hard, I will. Only I or someone like me can GIVE you things. Praying to God or anything or anyone for something is a waste of time."
"Then we don't say prayers? We're not supposed to say prayers?"
The puzzled children watched her.
"You can if you want to, children. If your daddies and mommies want you to. But we know, you and I that it means nothing. That's our secret."
"My dad says it's wrong to have secrets from him."
"But he has secrets that he shares with your mommy and not with you, doesn't he?"
All the children nodded.
"Then it's not wrong for us to have a few secrets from them. Is it?"
"I like having secrets. Hilda and me have lots of secrets." Mary said.
The New Teacher said, "We're going -to have lots of wonderful secrets together. You can eat your candy if you want to. And because Johnny was especially clever, I think we should make him monitor for the whole week, don't you?"
They all nodded happily and popped the candy into their mouths and chewed gloriously. Johnny was very proud as he chewed his candy, he decided that he liked his teacher very much. Because she told the truth. Because she was right about fear. Because she was right about God. He'd prayed many times for many things and never got them, and even the one time he did get the skates, he knew his dad had heard him and had put them under his bed for his birthday and pretended he hadn't heard him. I ALWAYS WONDERED WHY HE DIDN'T LISTEN, AND ALL THE TIME HE WASN'T THERE, he thought.
Johnny sat back contentedly, resolved to work hard and listen and not to have wrong thoughts like Dad.
The teacher waited for them to finish their candy. This was what she had been trained for, and she knew that she would teach her children well and that they would grow up to be good citizens. She looked out of the window, at the sun over the land. It was a good land, and vast. A land to breathe in. But she was warmed not by the sun but by the thought that throughout the school and throughout the land all children, all men and all women were being taught with the same faith, with variations of the same procedures. Each according to his age group. Each according to his need.
She glanced at her watch....
It was 9:23.
The image of this nation that haunts me most powerfully is that of the sleeping giant Albion in William Blake's prophetic books. Sleep, profound and inveterate slumber: that is the condition of Britain today.
We do not know what is happening to us. In the world outside, great events take place, great figures move and act, great matters unfold, and this nation of Albion murmurs and stirs while malevolent voices whisper in the darkness - the voices of the new laws that are silently strangling the old freedoms the nation still dreams it enjoys.
We are so fast asleep that we don't know who we are any more. Are we English? Scottish? Welsh? British? More than one of them? One but not another? Are we a Christian nation - after all we have an Established Church - or are we something post-Christian? Are we a secular state? Are we a multifaith state? Are we anything we can all agree on and feel proud of?
The new laws whisper:
You don't know who you are
You're mistaken about yourself
We know better than you do what you consist of, what labels apply to you, which facts about you are important and which are worthless
We do not believe you can be trusted to know these things, so we shall know them for you
And if we take against you, we shall remove from your possession the only proof we shall allow to be recognised
The sleeping nation dreams it has the freedom to speak its mind. It fantasises about making tyrants cringe with the bluff bold vigour of its ancient right to express its opinions in the street. This is what the new laws say about that:
Expressing an opinion is a dangerous activity
Whatever your opinions are, we don't want to hear them
So if you threaten us or our friends with your opinions we shall treat you like the rabble you are
And we do not want to hear you arguing about it
So hold your tongue and forget about protesting
What we want from you is acquiescence
The nation dreams it is a democratic state where the laws were made by freely elected representatives who were answerable to the people. It used to be such a nation once, it dreams, so it must be that nation still. It is a sweet dream.
You are not to be trusted with laws
So we shall put ourselves out of your reach
We shall put ourselves beyond your amendment or abolition
You do not need to argue about any changes we make, or to debate them, or to send your representatives to vote against them
You do not need to hold us to account
You think you will get what you want from an inquiry?
Who do you think you are?
What sort of fools do you think we are?
The nation's dreams are troubled, sometimes; dim rumours reach our sleeping ears, rumours that all is not well in the administration of justice; but an ancient spell murmurs through our somnolence, and we remember that the courts are bound to seek the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and we turn over and sleep soundly again.
And the new laws whisper:
We do not want to hear you talking about truth
Truth is a friend of yours, not a friend of ours
We have a better friend called hearsay, who is a witness we can always rely on
We do not want to hear you talking about innocence
Innocent means guilty of things not yet done
We do not want to hear you talking about the right to silence
You need to be told what silence means: it means guilt
We do not want to hear you talking about justice
Justice is whatever we want to do to you
And nothing else
Are we conscious of being watched, as we sleep? Are we aware of an ever-open eye at the corner of every street, of a watching presence in the very keyboards we type our messages on? The new laws don't mind if we are. They don't think we care about it.
We want to watch you day and night
We think you are abject enough to feel safe when we watch you
We can see you have lost all sense of what is proper to a free people
We can see you have abandoned modesty
Some of our friends have seen to that
They have arranged for you to find modesty contemptible
In a thousand ways they have led you to think that whoever does not want to be watched must have something shameful to hide
We want you to feel that solitude is frightening and unnatural
We want you to feel that being watched is the natural state of things
One of the pleasant fantasies that consoles us in our sleep is that we are a sovereign nation, and safe within our borders. This is what the new laws say about that:
We know who our friends are
And when our friends want to have words with one of you
We shall make it easy for them to take you away to a country where you will learn that you have more fingernails than you need
It will be no use bleating that you know of no offence you have committed under British law
It is for us to know what your offence is
Angering our friends is an offence
It is inconceivable to me that a waking nation in the full consciousness of its freedom would have allowed its government to pass such laws as:-
the Protection from Harassment Act (1997),
the Crime and Disorder Act (1998),
the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Act (2000),
the Terrorism Act (2000),
the Criminal Justice and Police Act (2001),
the Anti-Terrorism, Crime and Security Act (2001),
the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Extension Act (2002),
the Criminal Justice Act (2003),
the Extradition Act (2003),
the Anti-Social Behaviour Act (2003),
the Domestic Violence, Crime and Victims Act (2004),
the Civil Contingencies Act (2004),
the Prevention of Terrorism Act (2005),
the Inquiries Act (2005),
the Serious Organised Crime and Police Act (2005),
not to mention a host of pending legislation such as the Identity Cards Bill, the Coroners and Justice Bill, and the Legislative and Regulatory Reform Bill.
And those laws say:
Sleep, you stinking cowards
Sweating as you dream of rights and freedoms
Freedom is too hard for you
We shall decide what freedom is
Sleep, you vermin
Sleep, you scum.
Funnily enough, she was also criticised for her role in the shooting of Jean Charles de Menzes and played a vital role in the arrest of Damien Green, all high profile cases where the police don't want us to know what is actually going on, don't suppose we'll see the whole truth come out of this investigation either..........
Thursday, 2 July 2009
The european commission claim that murders, robberies, assaults and sexual offences in the UK have increased by 77% since Labour came to power (1997).
I am assuming we are talking about the same country here, we do live in the UK don't we? So somebody isn't telling us the truth..............
If they think we are going to believe that load of %&&$ they must be in lala land!
Yet another example of the establishment psychopaths (aka police) closing ranks to protect one of their own and sod the rest of you!!
I wonder if they will close ranks and similarly protect the (highly trained) dog handler who left his dogs to die in his van after he parked it in the sun on one of the hottest days this year. (the lazy ba$&@rd was only a few yards away from the shiny new police kennels where the dogs would have been very comfortable!).
The RSPCA are supposedly investigating, what do you reckon the odds are for a prosecution?
That's the only excuse I can find for the 57 page questionnaire the Borders Agency expects children to fill in when they apply to study in this country, questions like -
"Has the applicant ever been involved in, supported or encouraged terrorist activities in any country?"
Of course, they know that any terrorist will hold up their arms, answer "yes guv" and wait to be led away to the cells, won't they?
What a load of bo%^&*ks!! All this document does is alienate good honest people and have absolutely no effect on any potential terrorist. Just another box ticking exercise to justify the ever increasing size of the government payroll.....
Now schools seem to be far more concerned with citizenship lessons and league table positions and of course the petty rules and regulations they like to impose for no valid reason.
Take the story of Akaash Iqbal aged 14, at that age it is quite normal for boys to start growing some facial hair. Akaash had grown a slightly hairy upper lip, the beginnings of a moustach, his school sent him home with instructions not to return until he had shaved it off!
- Isn't his education rather more important than a clean shaven upper lip?
- By what right do the school insist he be clean shaven! Facial hair or not is a personal decision and the school has no business to dictate in this matter.
Then there is the story of RA Butler School in Saffron Walden, Essex prohibiting pupils from bringing suncream into school "for fear that they will share it with others who are allergic".
- In this hot weather, government advice is "use sun lotion of at least factor 15 that protects you against UVA and UVB rays", the school rule is contravening goverment advice and putting children at increased risk of skin damage or even cancer.
- How many pupils 'may' be allergic to sunscreen? what are the chances that an allergic child will borrow sunscreen? What are the likely effects on an allergic child?
All in all, more cause for dismay at the sort of people who are preparing our children for adult lives.
Far too much interference and petty rule enforcement instead of just getting on with the job they are supposed to be doing!!
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
I think they are spot on in their belief that Brown et al are operating a 'scorched earth' policy.
I believe that, with cynical disregard for the effect it will have on the people of this country, Labour are spending like crazy using money they don't have in order to mask the effects of the recession until the next government comes in. At that point the sham will fall apart and we will start paying the price - big time!
Read the article, decide for yourself:-
Education played a very important part in Nazi Germany in trying to cultivate a loyal following for Hitler and the Nazis. The Nazis were aware that education would create loyal Nazis by the time they reached adulthood. The Hitler Youth had been created for post-school activities and schools were to play a critical part in developing a loyal following for Hitler - indoctrination and the use of propaganda were to be a common practice in Nazi schools and the education system.
Enforcing a Nazi curriculum on schools depended on the teachers delivering it. All teachers had to be vetted by local Nazi officials. Any teacher considered disloyal was sacked. Many attended classes during school holidays in which the Nazi curriculum was spelled out and 97% of all teachers joined the Nazi Teachers' Association. All teachers had to be careful about what they said as children were encouraged to inform the authorities if a teacher said something that did not fit in with the Nazi's curriculum for schools.
Meanwhile, Ed Balls proposes that teachers should be licenced to teach and have to renew their licence every 5 years, any teacher that "does not come up to scratch" (interprete as required...) will lose their licence and be forbidden from teaching.
I am convinced that Labour wish to impose their ideology on the population and have recognised that they will have a hard fight to impose it on the adult population but it is much easier to indoctrinate the young as they go through the school system. Hence the push to ensure that an 'approved' curriculum is taught to all children and obedience is instilled, if necessary by punishing the parents. Doesn't that sound pretty extreme to you - do as you are told or we punish your family!
We have suffered far too long at the hands of excessively strong government who have sought to impose their will on us instead of serving us, we need an election NOW and a government that recognises its role as servant to the people and not as masters of the country!
"We are working towards ensuring that, in time, every young person gives at least 50 hours of service to their community in their teenage years."
Hitler introduced his Reichsarbeitsdienst (RAD):-
The RAD was formed in July 1934 as the official state labour service.........RAD members were to provide service for various civic, military and agricultural construction projects.
Far from being a benign government working for US - the people of the UK, our current government seems much more concerned with indoctrination and control, focussing, naturally, on the young as they are much easier to deal with and will accept greater gov't control if they have grown up not knowing freedom and self determination.
Not much I can add to this at the moment......
Regardless of my personal thoughts on this score I was quite surprised to read this article by Melanie Phillips telling the tale of Ed Balls trying to bully a Spectator journalist to withdraw an article accusing him of lying about the economy and then his visit, with Gordon Brown to Fulham Cross school where both the local MP and the council leader were snubbed with attempts to keep them away whilst Balls and Brown paraded for the press.
For similarities with our current government and the Nazis perhaps visit Wikipedia and look up Gleichschaltung. Any of it sound familiar?