Posted on 11/22/2015 10:28:35 AM PST by HomerBohn
A Bainbridge Island teacher is giving a lesson that has parents on edge. The lesson plan: Boys can't play with Legos.
The Bainbridge Island Review reports that Karen Keller, a kindergarten teacher at Blakely Elementary, is tackling the issue of gender equity by not allowing the boys in her class to play with Legos.
The Lego-restricted lesson plan doesn't make a whole lot of sense for KIRO Radio's Dori Monson.
"If I was a parent of a boy in that class, I'd get them out of there ... we've gone insane in our public schools," he said. "This Bainbridge Island kindergarten class is just another example of how insane it's all gotten."
Any family that actually cares about the welfare of its children has already removed them from public school in favor of either private, parochial or home schooling. Some other parents will come to a point of repentance for their lack of concern for their progeny and remove them from the day prisons. But the people who still leave their children in these situations which are tantamount to child abuse and parental selfishness in the extreme are mostly just totally self centered and have children because they don’t know how not to or because they see them as some sort of status symbol or as social accessories for themselves.
That father’s got it:
We’ve gone insane in our public schools.
We’ve gone insane in our public schools.
We’ve gone insane in our public schools.
We’ve gone insane in our public schools.
We’ve gone insane in our public schools.
We’ve gone insane in our public schools.
Maybe this is more of a jealousy for Trump considering he built an empire in real estate, so she doesn’t want a room full of future Donald Trumps.
What on earth is a hug box? I’ve only recently started hearing about “safe spaces” which to me is some liberal nutjob’s fantasy of their faux utopia “it takes a village” BS. I’m still shaking my head at the liberal creation of “timeout” .
The next generation of men are going to be a bunch of effete, cross-dressing pansies.
Erector set. It was great as well as Legos and Lincoln Logs.
Actually that teacher would probably rather talk about erections than Erector sets. That is one look into a perverted liberal mind.
It is long past time to abolish government controlled schools. Educating our children is far to important a task to let the government continue to make a hash of it. Education belongs in the private sector only; it is far outside government's scope of competence.
All our girls played with blocks, Legos, and other stuff before they eventually graduated to power tools and firearms.
Why can't these people ever do something to equalize things in the name of equity instead of create a class of people who are being mistreated--as if punishing people who haven't done anything wrong will somehow make things right.
Feminazism was established to “take away his power” and bring about a Marxist revolution.
http://freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/3200158/posts
Marxist Feminism�s Ruined Lives
Frontpagemag.com ^ | 9-2-2014 | Mallory Millett
Posted on Wednesday, September 03, 2014 3:50:56 PM by servo1969
âWhen women go wrong men go right after them.â â Mae West
âSocialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy; its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.â Winston Churchill wrote this over a century ago.
During my junior year in high school, the nuns asked about our plans for after we graduated. When I said I was going to attend State University, I noticed their disappointment. I asked my favorite nun, âWhy?â She answered, âThat means youâll leave four years later a communist and an atheist!â
What a giggle we girls had over that. âHow ridiculously unsophisticated these nuns are,â we thought. Then I went to the university and four years later walked out a communist and an atheist, just as my sister Katie had six years before me.
Sometime later, I was a young divorcee with a small child. At the urging of my sister, I relocated to NYC after spending years married to an American executive stationed in Southeast Asia. The marriage over, I was making a new life for my daughter and me. Katie said, âCome to New York. Weâre making revolution! Some of us are starting the National Organization of Women and you can be part of it.â
I hadnât seen her for years. Although she had tormented me when we were youngsters, those memories were faint after my Asian traumas and the break-up of my marriage. I foolishly mistook her for sanctuary in a storm. With so much time and distance between us, I had forgotten her emotional instability.
And so began my period as an unwitting witness to history. I stayed with Kate and her lovable Japanese husband, Fumio, in a dilapidated loft on The Bowery as she finished her first book, a PhD thesis for Columbia University, âSexual Politics.â
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a âconsciousness-raising-group,â a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
âWhy are we here today?â she asked.
âTo make revolution,â they answered.
âWhat kind of revolution?â she replied.
âThe Cultural Revolution,â they chanted.
âAnd how do we make Cultural Revolution?â she demanded.
âBy destroying the American family!â they answered.
âHow do we destroy the family?â she came back.
âBy destroying the American Patriarch,â they cried exuberantly.
âAnd how do we destroy the American Patriarch?â she replied.
âBy taking away his power!â
âHow do we do that?â
âBy destroying monogamy!â they shouted.
âHow can we destroy monogamy?â
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
âBy promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality!â they resounded.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women. It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. The upshot was that the only way to do this was âto invade every American institution. Every one must be permeated with âThe Revolutionââ: The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish.
To me, this sounded silly. I was enduring culture shock after having been cut-off from my homeland, living in Third-World countries for years with not one trip back to the United States. I was one of those people who, upon returning to American soil, fell out of the plane blubbering with ecstasy at being home in the USA. I knelt on the ground covering it with kisses. I had learned just exactly how delicious was the land of my birth and didnât care what anyone thought because they just hadnât seen what I had or been where I had been. I had seen factory workers and sex-slaves chained to walls.
How could they know? Asia is beyond our ken and, as they say, utterly inscrutable, and a kind of hell I never intended to revisit. I lived there, not junketed, not visited like sweet little tourists â Iâd conducted households and tried to raise a child. I had outgrown the communism of my university days and was clumsily groping my way back to God.
How could twelve American women who were the most respectable types imaginable â clean and privileged graduates of esteemed institutions: Columbia, Radcliffe, Smith, Wellesley, Vassar; the uncle of one was Secretary of War under Franklin Roosevelt â plot such a thing? Most had advanced degrees and appeared cogent, bright, reasonable and good. How did these people rationally believe they could succeed with such vicious grandiosity? And why?
I dismissed it as academic-lounge air-castle-building. I continued with my new life in New York while my sister became famous publishing her books, featured on the cover of âTime Magazine.â âTimeâ called her âthe Karl Marx of the Womenâs Movement.â This was because her book laid out a course in Marxism 101 for women. Her thesis: The family is a den of slavery with the man as the Bourgeoisie and the woman and children as the Proletariat. The only hope for womenâs âliberationâ (communismâs favorite word for leading minions into inextricable slavery; âliberation,â and much like âcollectiveâ â please run from it, run for your life) was this new âWomenâs Movement.â Her books captivated the academic classes and soon âWomenâs Studiesâ courses were installed in colleges in a steady wave across the nation with Kate Millett books as required reading.
Imagine this: a girl of seventeen or eighteen at the kitchen table with Mom studying the syllabus for her first year of college and thereâs a class called âWomenâs Studies.â âHmmm, this could be interesting,â says Mom. âMaybe you could get something out of this.â
Seems innocuous to her. How could she suspect this is a class in which her innocent daughter will be taught that her father is a villain? Her mother is a fool who allowed a man to enslave her into barbaric practices like monogamy and family life and motherhood, which is a waste of her talents. She mustnât follow in her motherâs footsteps. That would be submitting to life as a mindless drone for some domineering man, the oppressor, who has mesmerized her with tricks like romantic love. Never be lured into this chicanery, she will be taught. Although men are no damned good, she should use them for her own orgasmic gratification; sleep with as many men as possible in order to keep herself unattached and free. Thereâs hardly a seventeen-year-old girl without a grudge from high school against a Jimmy or Jason who broke her heart. Boys are learning, too, and they can be careless during high school, that torment of courting dances for both sexes....
“Give boys time, and they can create worlds out of anything.”
A horrible tragedy occurred in my vicinity, when my son was four. A cop had been dispatched on a breaking and entering call, entered the apartment, and a pistol (toy) was pointed at him, from the shadows. An unattended child died, as a result.
In an abundance of caution, and empathetic heartbreak, for both the cop, and the kid, my son’s toy pistol “disappeared” one night, while he slept.
Within a few days, he was chewing his toast into the shape of a .45 , while menacing passersby, from our front porch. . .
A hug box is basically a place, online mostly, where leftist essentially do nothing more than complement each other and give positive affirmations for being good progressives.
Believe me, once you go down the rabbit hole called Tumblr, it gets even more nuts.
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When my son was a toddler and his slightly older sisters played dress up in “pretty” high heels, he would always grab a pair to wear as his “hammer shoes” that he pounded around the house in yelling bang, bang bang, bang. Boys and Girls live in the same world but most often see things differently. lol
bfl
I think a psych evaluation should be given to anyone becoming a teacher my guess is that most of the teachers like this one could not pass it. I am positive that she has anger issues that are coming out.
Anyone who has the means and is sane has likely already removed their children from the government run kinder gulags. So more than likely the majority of those whose children attend this gender identity looney bin are OK with it.
trust me I stay away from the weird side of the internet like that. Hug boxes sounds like a sexual predator’s code word for something criminal
You haven't lived until you've been to the ER coz your son had a Lego lodged up his nose.
[*He dared me to do it, mom*]
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