Lift your hands brothers and sisters. Lift up your hands with me. Raise those babies high in the sky as we bow at the altar of BigDaddy Government and offer up our wallets for his use, no matter how much he wants or how wasteful he and his homies, be they democrats or republicans, have proven themselves to be.
Let us sing.
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
It's good enough for me
Give it up sisters.
Uh, not that. Lay hands on those children. Show them that faces are for blessing and, as a Baltimore mother did not long ago, butts are for busting. A parent doesn't need to be highly educated to insist her precious progeny take full advantage of the taxpayer funded K-12 education provided for them. But it requires some work and commitment to learn. It won't happen by osmosis, either forward or reverse.
Being raised by a high school drop-out mother who demanded her children apply themselves was tough. The lady who quite freely admitted she'd passed math class by asking “I'm a girl. Do I really need to know algebra?” insisted that on report cards an A was preferred but a B was acceptable. With a C privileges began going away, a D they went completely away… and an F elicited “We'll let your father discuss this with you.”
Those discussions generally began with some variation of “Son, you know this will hurt me more than it'll hurt you.” And the abuse didn't kill any of us.
The Big Dude created parents, a man and a woman, and each has a function in the basic unit of every society… the family. They're also the first teachers of children, at no charge.
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
It's good enough for me
BigDaddy Government can't replace either parent… never could and never will. Fathers set limits and boundaries, and the universal prime directive is that a father's responsibility is to protect and defend his family. Mothers, well, how about we don't go there so we men aren't reminded how valuable a good wife and mother is. Both are a child's first teachers.
BigDaddy Government can't replace a parent no matter how much of our money he spends trying to do so, money earned by us taxpayers, money that at one time was confiscated with the force of a government gun only after we earned it but's now confiscated in the form of government debt long before we earn it, nay, long before our grandchildren and great grandchildren, many of whom have yet to be born, have earned their first dollar.
How's that working for us?
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
It's good enough for me
New York City, Baltimore, Los Angeles, Chicago, Washington, D.C., are among the 10 largest school systems in this, the greatest nation to ever grace the face of Planet Terra. They also spend the most on “education," their school systems. A recent National Education Association article touts the money spent per student in DC, $29,349 for the 2010/2011 school year, the highest in the nation, yet 83%, their number, of studii weren't at grade level reading proficiency in 2013. Almost to a unit, every school system, government entities in general, wants more funding with no responsibility to show a benefit and no accountability for waste, fraud, or even down right theft. All we hear is...
Gimme that jing
Gimme, gimme that jing
Gimme that jing, gimme that
Gimme, gimme that, gimme that jing
Gimme that, gimme, gimme that,
Gimme, gimme, gimme, that jing
The Veterans' Administration. Need more?
Several years ago my favorite TreeHugger mentioned that her son's textbooks didn't seem to be as comprehensive as those we had in school. Yet schools continue to spend millions of dollars per system, for a single subject's textbooks, textbooks that often don't meet standards. If a textbook doesn't meet system standards, why buy it? Why not just supplement the currently used textbooks and keep looking for an edition that does?
But it isn't their money they're wasting, is it. It's ours. All they have to do is increase taxes.
And still, our children can't read.
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
It's good enough for me
BigDaddy will take us to Nirvana
He'll take us to Nirvana
BigDaddy will take us to Nirvana
And it's good enough for me
P'tewie! I'll be the last man standing in a gross-out contest with a large table of Force Recon Marines, instead of dropping out in the middle of the second pitcher of beer like a time long ago in a land far away, before believing that boo-hah. Those guys, Recon Marines, can eat bugs… and worms… and baluts.
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
Gimme sum'a that Eh-Djew-Kaysh'n
It's good enough for me
So where does the money grab stop? According to our own United States, the greatest nation to ever grace the face of Planet Terra, Bureau of Labor Statistics the civilian labor force participation rate in April of 2015 was a mere 62.8 percent. Where is the money supposed to come from with all of those prospective employees out of work, many with no hope of obtaining gainful employment any time soon?
Man I hate going into chocolate withdrawal… almost as much as getting whupped by a girl...
Royce Burrage, Jr.
Royce@Officially Chapped.org