Run for the hills. Call your representative from the SUV, but escape any way you can. The federal government is helping again. When the feds talk about helping you, it’s code for getting into your pocketbook or lifestyle. With all the government help I’ve received lately, I am beginning to feel downright impoverished and threatened. There is no such thing as ‘free community college’, I don’t care how many hours of community service are given by the students. Someone pays and that someone is you, me and our kids.
The federal bureaucrats are taking a bow over the latest drop in unemployment, but most of the new jobs available to our kids are low paying service jobs. Not enough to earn a real living. You know what that means. When we die or the feds strip the last penny from our bank account, game over. The government will have spent the last of our money and those children become enslaved. There is a real risk that we are the last Americans to enjoy and prosper from the American Dream.
The push by the federal government to ‘buy’ the education system began long before the Cold War started in 1947. Wresting education from local control has become an art form. I first noticed the federal influence in the 1980s when we were raising our young family in Arivaca, Arizona.
I remember it well because it was the night I realized that I no longer lived in my father’s America. It was cold and dark on that early December 1982 night when stew, homemade biscuits and honey warmed the insides of five hungry, tired people. Dinner was followed by chores and homework.
Our son was assigned dishes and the two girls were told to bundle up the trash and take it out. We, the parents, took care of clearing the table, putting excess food away, and sweeping up. Trouble started immediately. Our eldest daughter informed us that we had no right to force her to take out the trash as that constituted psychological abuse. What? Continue reading