Public schools: an arm of the government entrusted with the task of beating the children into submissive little sheep, so they grow up to be submissive big sheep and obey their government.
Hey gov! FU!
Well, there’s at least one little girl who has shown signs of resistance. It does my heart good.
When I was eleven, I was a pint-sized Bolshevik, very upset after reading Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee. I refused to sing the national anthem or pledge allegiance to the flag. Boy was I dumb. But I learned a valuable lesson from that. You don’t have to conform. You can get along just fine if all your piers ostracize you. When I was finally convinced that I was wrong, I gave up my recalcitrance, but not because I feared disapprobation from my erstwhile friends. Later, when I was in a hippy freedom artsy fartsy school and became an Orthodox practitioner of Judaism, my earlier lessons in non-compliance served me well in a worthier cause. I wish this girl well in her resistance.