Down the Rabbit Hole
East of the Ozarks
Partly Sunny 45 Degrees
My son, True, has taken a liking to the chickens. It’s his job to keep them fed, watered and safe.
At sunset every night, you can see him waiting down by the coop, helping the chickens find their home for the evening.
This isn’t necessary, of course, as chickens do this on their own. But it’s clear he enjoys this. So that’s what he does.
He’s also begun to develop an understanding of what you might call, “Chicken Talk.”
He’s watched their mannerisms enough to know the motions they make when one of them wants to be picked up and held.
Last night, he was standing there holding one of them, stroking its neck.
The chicken was obviously having a great time!
My children don’t go to school because that would be an act of abuse on my part. I KNOW what happens there and it is evil. Some parents can rationalize their decision because it’s “convenient,” or because they “have” to work.
But when I say that out loud, it just sounds weak and cowardly. Plus, there is nothing in that institution I want my children to “learn.”
There’s no learning that happens there anyway. Only indoctrination. Disconnection from self. Fear. Control. Conditional self-esteem. The constant need for external validation. And the habit of living your life according to the wishes and measures of others.
That’s what they “teach” there.
Ultimately, school kills children.
It “teaches” lessons of death. Lessons that facilitate the self-murder of a child from the inside out under the guise of “educating” them.
If “school” was your experience growing up, imagine what might have happened had that brainwashing never been installed to limit YOUR potential?
Who knows what would have been possible.
The good news is that, it still is.