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
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.
Well I have heard from so many people who loved the movie Bridesmaids so I have come to the conclusion it was just me. Fortunately my dinosaur status is transient and it is a state I fight.
I generally try to keep an open mind because change is constant and I don’t want to be left behind. Every time a thought breezes through about modern fashion or art or entertainment I look for the good, the appeal to the masses. What do they see, perceive and enjoy? Often I actually have the chance to grow just a little bit more!
Of course there are core values I won’t budge on but keeping an open mind is important. So I may see the movie again (when it comes out on TV). My opinion may not change but then again it just might!
A friend reminded me of a conversation she and I had a few years ago when I told her G1 said at age four he was going to be a paleontologist when he grew up and thought I could be his assistant. My friend Ros promptly responded that it would be appropriate because then he truly would be working with a dinosaur!
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