The slender, sylphid nymph you see
Bending e’er so gracefully
‘Gainst the gentle breeze.
For I am rough and hard, though fat,
An’ graceful just ain’t where I’m at,
Cos no durn wind’ll even blow my hat
With it’s pernicious wheeze.

"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
For I am rough and hard, though fat,
An’ graceful just ain’t where I’m at,
Cos no durn wind’ll even blow my hat
With it’s pernicious wheeze.
 A portion of what is missing from the generations of perpetual adolescents we are producing via “public education” and pop culture: the desire to take a responsible place in adult society:
The Children’s Song
Puck of Pook’s Hills
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.
Father in Heaven who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.
Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.
Teach us to look in all our ends
On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.
Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man’s strength to comfort man’s distress.
Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all men ‘neath the sun!
Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
Oh, Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through the years to be!
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I can recall how, as a young boy, I would often read this piece at night, after our evening Bible readings and night-time prayers were done, and I was in bed. It was on a plaque, hanging near my bed, and in the dim light from the hall or even moon- and star-light, I’d read these words and wonder if I would ever be such a man.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run —
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
“If an unfriendly foreign power had attempted to impose on America the mediocre educational performance that exists today, we might well have viewed it as an act of war. As it stands, we have allowed this to happen to ourselves. We have even squandered the gains in student achievement made in the wake of the Sputnik challenge. Moreover, we have dismantled essential support systems which helped make those gains possible. We have, in effect, been committing an act of unthinking, unilateral educational disarmament.”
Is it really just one huge conspiracy? Watch TV news (if you can stand to). Now, tell me it isn’t almost entirely one-sided, distorted propaganda. And what of other entertainment offered via the boob tube? Count up the numbers of programs on the big three TV networks that actually make sense and don’t assume a completely amoral society. Let’s see… I count one. And even the “original” Law and Order is marginal at times. Wander out into so-called “public broadcasting” and cable channels. Better, a little. Not, of course, in the PBS world, which is, if anything, more slanted than the Big Three (although I’ll grant PBS the Antique Road Show and one or two other bit pieces). But, sadly, the best of TV is found (sometimes) on Discovery and HGTV, with occasional shows worth watching elsewhere. The rest? Feeding decadence, at best.
And are moribund newspapers and pop culture magazines any better? The question answers itself. And what of other mass media? Take movies and pop music, for example. Please. For the occasional Incredibles or We Were Soldiers one has to wait through a mass of sludge*. For the rare “ Homeward Bound ” or “ Mansions of the Lord ” (yeh, those are links to sheet music. Blame a teacher/administrator if you didn’t have the opportunity to learn to read music in school), we have tons of glurge and worse from MTV—all designed, it seems, to deaden the senses and sensibilities of the listener.
Bread and circuses didn’t save the Roman Empire, but that’s all we get from our politicians today. A pox on them all. From the deliberately destructive Left to the incompetent and cowardly right: less leadership, more moral laziness and greed.