Pretty soon all school play will revolve around playing Mime in a seated position.
(Well, until someone sues...)
Shoosh, I guess “Bag-O-Glass” will be removed as well? Don’t you just love lawyers? Somebody does something stupid and gets rewarded for it.
I resent the fact that my medical insurance insisted on finding the church legally culpable.
What happened to motherhood and fatherhood in this society? Who DIDN’T play on a swing as a child?
Isn’t there some way to counter sue this lawyers and leeches of our nation? Some way, even if it involves twisting the law to an obscene level?
The initial impulse is to blame the school as being overly protective on something like this but this isn’t the school’s fault. Parents have gotten sue-happy and if little Johnny falls off the swing and breaks his leg, you can bet a lawsuit is coming.
When I was a kid—years ago—I can think of several kids who broke bones juming off swings or on the monkey bars. I know dozens—myself included—who hurt themselves on the playground. I can’t think of one parent who sued then.
And people wonder why kids are obese these days. SHEESH.
When I was a kid there was an amazing playground with all manner of swings, slides, climbing structures (concrete ships, castles, etc.) It’s gone now. Killed by lawsuits. The lawyers are killing childhood.
And by the way, the primary culprit isn’t a lawyer—its the parent. Lawyers can’t sue without a client. Parents have bought into the new American “something for nothing” culture where if your kid gets hurt, there has to be someone to blame and, of course, sue.
Used to be the Atlanta public schools had immunity against this sort of thing. Good thing, too, because the grounds were distressed, eroded, exposing drain pipes and big tree stumps. Rather, our Atlanta City taxes went to pay for big purple hats and cadillacs.
The poor durn kids will have to wheel around in a habitrail ball with a helmet on for recess
I used to jump off the swings at my elementary schools. We had bark to land in. Slivers galore for the rest of the day, but it was worth it. We also had metal slides, metal monkey bars, a big concrete “T” (like for sewers) to run through and climb on, other things to climb on, and basketball courts, we had a big grass field where we, as a class, played Red Rover, soccer, football (flag), baseball, kickball, softball, tag, had snowball fights (approved by the school admin), and three recesses a day to expend pent-up energy (one mid-morning, one as part of lunch, and one mid-afternoon).
Schools are too dangerous.They should be closed right away.
When I was driving by the elementary school here I noticed the kids walking single file with their hands behind their backs as though they were handcuffed. It just looks so odd. When I was a kid we played jacks and jumped rope. I guess they are afraid of hanging and swallowing metal now.
Doesn't it sound like the final human civilization that the lead character in HG Wells “The Time Machine” found? A bunch of human drones organized by an inhuman elite who descended to the physical cannibalism that their intellectual authoritarian streak was destined to become.
You say it's not Marxist-Nazi inspired? But of course it is.
It begins by tearing down what is; by making society unable to function unless every second of life is governed by some law. It begins by "suing" every organization and every one for everything that goes wrong, as though the individual cannot possibly be responsible, on their own; and it uses a legal profession and a judiciary that refuses to consider either true negligence or the individual responsibility of the person who obtained a "loss". Eventually the law will be used to try to mandate "risk" out of every conceivable circumstance (as if it could). It all favors no one but the totalitarians.
I remember one year back when I was in 4th or 5th grade. We had two kids with broken arms and one kid fractured his collarbone in my class alone. I fell out of a swing that year and got a nasty concussion.
Bones heal but forcing kids to grow up in a plastic bubble does irreparable damage. My 2 cents.
Atlas Shrugged.