I don’t care what your views on abortion are. Just read this.
That’s part one.
Come back later. We’ll talk about it, if you want.

"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."
(Apologies to Jack Benny 🙂
Please run, do NOT walk, to James Lileks’ current (06/13/05) Screedblog entry. In order to place Mass Media Podpeople’s Army indignance at the “torture” U.S. interrogators are engaging in at Gitmo into context, Lileks has to resort to citing Monty Python (yes, MMPA whining is this bad… or worse):
Vercotti: Doug (takes a drink) Well, I was terrified. Everyone was terrified of Doug. I’ve seen grown men pull their own heads off rather than see Doug. Even Dinsdale was frightened of Doug.
2nd Interviewer: What did he do?
Vercotti: He used… sarcasm. He knew all the tricks, dramatic irony, metaphor, bathos, puns, parody, litotes and… satire. He was vicious.
Oh, just get over to Lileks’ place and read as he “tortures” the kid who cries
“Teacher, he hit me!”
“But Johnnie, he’s all the way over on the other side of the room.”
“Well, he looked at me funny… ” *whine*
“Cops: Teen Killed Dad for Eating Last Sno-Ball
Monday, June 13, 2005
McCOMB, Miss. — Authorities say a disagreement over a frozen snack led a McComb teenager to fatally shoot his father…”
But here’s where the AP blue-staters show their disconnect from flyover country. Note the lede, “a disagreement over a frozen snack”? The body of the AP story reveals the “frozen snack” to be something any normal person recognize (though with revulsion for some of us, including me) as a product of Hostess snacks, a pink coconut covered marshmallow/chocolate cake snack. Comes in packages of two (hence, no extra snack cake for junior). Tastes nasty, but some folks like nasty.Nah. You’d never guess my search terms.
🙂
Montage-a-Google is either a monumental time-waster or a cool tool for searching the web for images. You choose.
(BTW, I gave ya a hint on the search terms I used to get that montage. 🙂
The NALS was distressing when I first read the report in 1993…
…and it’s no more encouraging today. (Relax. You only think you know where I’m going. 🙂
Private correspondence with Rich (The English Guy) stemming from the bibliophilic meme* led me to think on literacy in general again.
I have what some might consider an idiosyncratic view of literacy. Perhaps I should define terms before going any further. Here’s a spectrum of definitions for the word “literate” as offered by the Random house Unabridged Dictionary:
1. able to read and write.
2. having or showing knowledge of literature, writing, etc.; literary; well-read.
3. characterized by skill, lucidity, polish, or the like: His writing is literate but cold and clinical.
4. having knowledge or skill in a specified field: literate in computer usage.
5. having an education; educated
OK. When most people talk about being literate, it’s my experience that they center in only on the first definition given. Well and good. That a person be able to decode the printed page and write words themselves is no mean accomplishment when set against most of human history of the past seven thousand years or so. (Or against the 80% to 90% illiteracy—in the sense of the first meaning—of today’s Muslim societies.)
The next step, it seems to me is for the person who is able to decode/encode printed words to actually be able to understand what is encoded/decoded. And it is at that stage that the 1992 NALS begins to reveal a disturbing set of information about America society.
A simple (all-too-brief) digest of the survey can be found here, and reveals, among other things that
Now, that’s disturbing. Nearly a quarter of the survey sample of adult Americansdunction at a level of “literacy” so low as to make the word “literacy” apply turns the word into a contranym. What makes this brief precis even more disturbing is that the “Nearly one-third of NALS respondents, or about 61 million adults nationwide [who] demonstrated performance in Level 3 on each of the literacy scales” were actually offered word problems in maths, etc., that would have been child’s play for a third grader during my elementary school years. Simple addition and subtraction. Simple multiplication and division (what? You didn’t learn your multiplication tables in third grade? Blame a teacher… or an administrator.. ). Simple stuff. Early gradeschool stuff.
And that qualified as being “able to integrate information from relatively long or dense text or from documents, to determine appropriate arithmetic operation based on information contained in the directive, and to identify the quantities needed to perform the operation.” “…relatively long and dense” compared to what?!?!?
Oh, there’s more. Much more. And it’s almost all bad news.
And the terrible thing is, the survey does not even consider the kind of literacy that’s important to the survival of America as, well, America.
Let me back up a step and give an illustration of the kind of literacy I mean. My paternal grandfather is my model of what E.D. Hirsch has called cultural literacy. He grew up on a ranch in west Texas that his parents had established as emigrants from Virginia in the 1880s. His primary and secondary schooling amounted to part-time schooling in a one-room schoolhouse mostly six months out of the year. He was the first of his family of 9 brothers and three (?) sisters to attend college. He could quote from memory whole plays, epic poems, etc. His knowledge of the Bible, Shakespeare, the historyof Western Civilization, etc., was almost encyclopedic.
He could rope a steer, shoot a deer, drive a straight nail, saw a clean kerf, sharpen his own tools, and hold his own in intelligent converation on any subject.
It was just the way he was raised.
By the standard my paternal gransfather set, I am subliterate.
And so, most likely, are you.
We are in a boat that’s leaking and I fear we lack the tools to bail it out quickly enough to keep it afloat. Or rather, I fear we lack enough people who have the tools to both bail it out and make repairs so that it can stay afloat.
That boat is the civilization that gave us its highest achievement in the American State Papers—the Declaration of Independence, the Articles of Confederacy and the Constitution. The tools are the cultural literacy that is necessary to appreciate and understand and protect and preserve the liberties those documents were written to proclaim and preserve.
When we have a man as smart as Antonin Scalia who is unable or unwilling (along with five others on the SCOTUS) to protect and defend the Constitution against corruption (utter vitiation, actually) of the 10th Amendment (ref: the “marijuana” decision so much in the buzz of late), then we may well have reached a tipping point where understanding of whence we came is so weak in the face of the growing assault on our essential liberties that we may be unable to prevent the ultimate demise of the United States along the lines of the demise of the Roman republic.
We need an army of Americans who will read. Read history; read literature until that army of readers understands the liberties that are ours by right and what the assaults upon them truly are. Then they will be able to write and speak and stand for those much maligned and neglected words from a passé world:
Truth
Justice
and
The American Way
No, we don’t need some yahoo in a blue suit and a red cape. We need real soldiers for the truth to stand against the Army of Darkness found in the unholy alliances of the Mass Media Podpeople’s Army, the Loony Left Moonbat brigade and all members of the Federal, State and local governments—legislative, executive and judiciary—who seek power for the collective over rights and powers residing in the People.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Addendum: peripherally related—some good sense about ability to function, as opposed to LLMB doctrine:
http://www.udel.edu/educ/gottfredson/intel/index.html
h/t Jerry Pournelle’s Chaos Manor in Perspective
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
*CLICK*
What the? He wasn’t in that pose when the shutter snapped!
I’m beginning to think that all these folks posting pics of their cats sitting still for a portrait are just using stuffed animals.
Some people just don’t know when to quit… (uhm, that’d be me, I guess 🙂
“Aw, Mom, what’d you bring that book I don’t want to be read to out of about Down Under up for?”
The Songstress hosts this week’s Carnival of the Recipes
Yeh, I’m late getting a link up. *sigh* Couldn’t read the darn thing! Must be the Microsoft-friendly “collapsable outlines” thing.
Oh. well. It reads as an RSS feed just fine. Fine by me. Just the text, ma’am.
Great recipes, though and a great job plugging other folks’ blogs for content other than just this week’s recipes. Good on the Songstress! Too many recipes to mention, but I have to mention one. Really (well, besides my own absolutely fantastic Chicken Santa Fe. heh. Indeed–are you listening, Puppy Blender? Flattery! Flattery! Gee, you’d think the guy’d pay attention or something… 🙂
Oh, that’s right, THE recipe to mention:
Pineapple Spotted Dick with Toffee Sauce, over at Morning Coffee & Afternoon Tea. You really have to check that one out! No, I mean you have to. Really. Report back in comments for 10 points of your final grade in this course.
heh.
Indeed.
[Note: “heh” and “indeed” have been appropriated by The Puppy Blender as “signature expressions” even though I have been using them since before he was outa diapers [ed.—that was, of course, before The Puppy Blender was making the world unsafe for puppies]. Yielding to the tide, I am simply using them as often as possible, now, in hopes that The Puppy Blender will mistake such use for “the sincerest form of flattery” and commit the biggest boo-boo of his Bogospheric Career… give a nod to the gnat buzzing in his ear. heh. Indeed. ]
Donna’s Cell Phone question is number 5. Come on, folks! You can do better than that!
No, not my cell phone, Donna’s cell phone…