23 Nov 2011 17 Comments
Two Years Old?
You know sometimes I feel like a dinosaur. Not the big purple dancing kind but the bones in the museum having left behind an oil field type.
It could be triggered by prepubescent fashion with excessive exposure of midriffs and upper thighs, or actions by our various Ministries in Government which more and more are resembling those wicked ones out of Harry Potter, or like today by idiots who do studies and then make recommendations that you just know those with power will embrace.
Now the interesting fact about studies is that they are often done to support a decision already made. The ‘study’ is tailored to give a desired outcome. That particular fact should not surprise anyone who breathes and understands words.
Last night’s broadcasts and today’s newspapers are giving a peek at what I figure is already a done deal.
Two year olds, our babies, should be in school and away from the control of parents and private care givers of choice. Put our babies in the hands of the state. It is assumed that all school staff are better equipped to raise our young
The next step I assume with my dinosaur spidey sense is that newborns will be wrenched from the delivery rooms and raised by the state.
Hmmm that is sounding more and more like the science fiction novels of the past were in fact more prophetic than imaginary.