In all likelihood, Ron Paul will not get his party’s presidential nomination. It is all but certain that the prize will go to that candidate — Massachusetts liberal Mitt Romney — for whom the GOP leadership and its surrogates in the so-called “conservative” media have been rooting the entire time.
Apparently the soaring national debt and the threat of a nuclear Iran are not enough to occupy the government's time, because the Obama administration is pushing to force Westchester County, N.Y., to create more low-income housing, in order to mix and match classes and races to fit the government's preconceptions.
Had eight-year-old Stephen Nalepa not been shown a movie about suicide in his second-grade class on March 23, 1990, he would now be 22 years old and probably enjoying life as a young adult. But, apparently, the educators at his elementary school decided to show the film to these second-graders to see what would happen.
Arghhh! It just happened again. No, I’m not referring to the billions of dollars hard-working taxpayers will have to send to Uncle Sam by April 17. (We get an extra two days to file a return this year, thanks to the 15th falling on a Sunday and the 16th being a holiday in Washington, D.C..)
Values clarification is a humanist program that seeks to carry out Prof. Benjamin Bloom’s supposed purpose of education: “to effect a complete or thorough-going reorganization of [the student’s] attitudes and values.” The evidence suggests, Bloom wrote, that “a single hour of classroom activity under certain conditions may bring about a major reorganization in cognitive as well as affective behaviors.”
The mastermind, or architect, behind the humanistic reorganization of the American school curriculum, by dividing it into the “cognitive” and “affective” domains, was educational psychologist Dr. Benjamin Bloom (1913-1999), who got his Ph.D. at the University of Chicago in 1942. His famous book Taxonomy of Educational Objectives outlined everything teachers must know and do in their classrooms if they are to convert their pupils into humanists. He wrote (pp. 10, 12):
It’s no surprise that Al Sharpton and his fellow rabble-rouser, Jesse Jackson, are doing everything they can to stir passions to the boiling point regarding the death of Trayvon Martin in Sanford, Florida. That’s been their modus operandi for more than 20 years. Does anybody remember Tawana Brawley, the fake rape victim Sharpton used as his first stepping-stone to national fame (or should I say infamy)?
We have now sunk to a depth at which the restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men — George Orwell.
Day by day remind yourself that you are going to die — Saint Benedict.
I'll never make the mistake of being 70 years old again — Casey Stengel.
As usual, the Old Professor was onto something. Casey Stengel uttered that memorable line about the futility of growing old in the fall of 1960, when he had been "no doubt discharged" by the New York Yankees after winning 10 pennants and 7 World Series in his 12 years as manager of the Bronx Bombers. Management had decided it was time for a younger manager. All glory is fleeting, and for even the most successful of men, there comes a time when their time is up.
No posse of morality cops ever smashed Bob Dylan's skull with concrete blocks when he changed America's music from "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore" to " Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, you'd know what a drag it is to see you.”