When I was a child, we played Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and War. Now, I know things were different then. As war babies, we were proud of our fathers who served their country well by defeating the Nazi regime. We never thought war was good or guns were fun, we simply played games without any deep psychological effects.
I remember other games as well. When we read Ivanhoe in the 8th grade, my friends and I fashioned swords from tree branches and dueled after school. The makeshift blades played dual roles when we acted out scenes from Zorro. They are still great memories. I have kept in touch with my childhood friends all these years, and I am proud to say none of us ever shot anyone or wielded a sword since grammar school. In fact, most of us are quite pacifistic.
Today, I learned of the school suspension of a 7-year-old boy from Baltimore. He attended Park Elementary School in Brooklyn Park. The boy was eating a pastry during snack time and trying to shape it into a mountain. The teacher, a flaming idiot, said it looked like a gun and took him to the principal's office. The principal, a flaming idiot, suspended the boy for two days.
I am having more and more difficulty being positive these days. I am living in a nation falling apart. We have a crime problem that is escalating. We are economically struggling. We have a national debt spiraling out of control. Our kids cannot read, write, or make change for a ten dollar bill without a computer.
Perhaps our teachers should stick to the plan. Half of them can’t read, write, add, or spell either. I am disgusted with our system. If the USA is going to turn around and be the country the world emulated for a century, we must change drastically. Maybe the principal and the teacher responsible for this recent moronic suspension should stay home and eat pie instead of destroying the psyche of a child in the name of political correctness.