Friday, February 17, 2012

My Husband Jumped the School Fence in Seventh Grade. Thank God.

(And chased an education when it mattered to him, fifteen years later)

On the macro --- when it matters, remember that we've purged our ranks of every child with a trace of testosterone, recklessness or braggadacio who could have grown up to refine such traits into true virtues which lead to protecting anyone.

We've benched them on cushy sofas, playing insipid video games, and they will injure themselves and others out of incompetence because even playground antics are foreign to them.  


(Sorry to be so vague and politically correct, I have just a moment online this afternoon.)

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