A Conspiracy of Dunces

A (short) litany of woes
 
Here’s a very short list of things that seem to be aimed at destroying the American experiment in liberty.
 
  Public Education
  • Imposition of curricula, programs and administration from distant policymakers and the concurrent diminishing of local control and support
  • Credentialitis: certification of teachers by people who cannot themselves teach (“Schools of Education” etc.)
  • Education fads seemingly designed to create stupid children: “Whole Language” is one such fad that’s become an entrenched doctrine even though it clearly creates barriers for learning readers. Damning evidence that it’s designed to cripple reading: the numbers of schools of education that still teach it but now insert meaningless references to phonics, a system that does work.  More on Whole Language here. (Search the page for “hieroglyphics.”)
  • Parents from a first and second generation of “stupid students” made stupid by stupid education policies and curricula now mostly unable to discern—or simply not caring!—just how horribly their children are being abused by the system.
  • Administrators.   “Those who cannot teach become administrators, so they can then make it more difficult for those who can teach to do so.”  It’s not enough that public education is burdened with education departments in colleges and universities filled with second- and third-rate minds training teachers in how to make kids stupid; it’s not enough that remote policymakers compel compliance to stupid policies; no, public schools must also have local stupid people placing further roadblocks to education in the way of what few teachers can still teach and what few students still want to learn.
Arrgghhh… just see this for more. As the “Letter of Transmittal” for A NATION AT RISK: The Imperative For Educational Reform stated in April of 1983,

“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.”

Can anyone truly say that such abortions as “No Child Left Behind” have made things better in the intervening 22 years?

Mass Media

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.

(Rent ’em or buy ’em.  Worth the time/$$)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Politics

Now, here I’m absolutely bumfuzzled.  It seems that, perhaps partially as a result of the concerted effort to create a venal, morally corrupt, stupid, uninformed and/or misinformed citizenry, we actually do have a society that’s too stupid and venal to know (or care) that congresscritters, bureaucrats and judges (Oh, my!) are castrating their constitutionally guaranteed liberties.  Enlightened self-interest differs from pure greed in several ways, none of which are available to a public that cannot think beyond instant gratification and lacking the knowledge to understand when “their” gummint has become their rulers.  Witness the vile gummint imposition of the Thousands Standing Around: a bureaucracy that does little or nothing to enhance travel security but does much to train a population in meek obeisance to petty bureaucrats.  Whither the much-vaunted American spirit? Down the rabbit hole of public education, mass media propaganda and moral laziness—accedie, to give it its classic name.

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.

More?
 
Of course there’s more.  This is just a very short list. Individuals, families, churches, local governments, school districts, etc., all play their part in the Conspiracy of Dunces: short-sighted greed and moral laziness are the central values of these, as well.
 
Of course it’s not really a conspiracy…
 
It’d be handy if it were.  It’s just a collection of fellow travelers, each feeding off the efforts of the others to dumb society down. Who benefits? That’s what makes this a Conspiracy of Dunces: it’s not really a centrally-coordinated effort, and it’s self-defeating, because the end result will be to bring the whole house of cards it is creating tumbling down around everyone’s heads.  Dunces, one and all.  That’s both us and those who would rule us.
 
 
(*Yeh, I know I invoked “wade through” by deliberately saying “wait through”.)

What a deplorable little… meme

[SPECIAL NOTICE: Be sure to get in on spreading the Blogmothers Dayâ„¢ meme! And if you don’t have a Blogmother, consider “adopting” one, eh?]
 
(You thought I was gonna say something else.  Wash out your mind with a lil soap)
 
Dan over at Riehl World View passed this dirty little meme my way, and, although I
 
1.) Have little quarrel with vulgarity*, and in fact find it has its legitimate uses and
2.) Don’t even find the use of the particular vulgar word the meme is built around all that bad AND
3.) Even have a recipe for “Turd Punch” (seriously: it uses Tootsie Rolls) someone handed me as a suggestion for a kids’ party,
 
I’ll admit I had a little difficulty with the image… nevertheless, as Dan said when he tagged me to spread this one (now, there’s an extension of the image I wasn’t expecting. eeewwww):
 
“… if you can’t hurl the occasional turd at a friend, what good are they?”
 
As I understand it, the assignment is to
 
1.) write a lil ditty built upon the phrase “Turd in a punchbowl.”
2.) spread the lil meme to three others.
 
So, here goes:
 
Turd in a punchbowl
At the seminary brunch;
Turd in a punchbowl
At the ladies’ lunch.
 
Turd in a punchbowl
Whoever could it be?
Oh! It’s just a deacon
Dropping by for tea.
 
 
 
Tagging Bou (she has boys: she can probably write this one from experience and include it in Karnival of the Kids), Kris  (not exactly lyrics for a SoulFire song… ) and RDN (call it an early summer writing assignment) on this one.  We’ll see who, ummm, bites.
(Update: thought I’d clarify.  Yes, I was thinking of a particular deacon… somewhere. *heh*) 


Make your own “South Park” style avatar at: Planearium2 hat tip: Woody’s News and Views 
 
*”little quarrel with vulgarity” calls for a review of something I DO have a quarrel with: people who’s semi-illiteracy leaves them no ability to discern between vulgarity, obscenity and profanity, so they limp all of them together under the highly inaccurate appelation “profanity.”  Blech

On blogging: “Hey! Look at me!”

The “right” reasons aren’t dominated by a need for traffic
 
Dan Riehl has some words to say about blogging. (Hmmm, there’s been a lot of that from folks recently… )  I like his comment,
 
Traffic isn’t the be all and end all of blogging for me, by any means. And I plan to continue posting just as I always have – ranting and raving if I want, trying to be funny when I choose, and so on. But I really do enjoy doing newsy stuff, too – so it isn’t purely selling out just to play some silly game about numbers, or blog size.
 
Well, of course.  (But I would say that, as both of my faithful readers can attest.  heh) For me, it’s sometimes simply expanding the size of my Third World Countyâ„¢ echo chamber.  Even if it’s an expansion to an “audience” of two, or whatever. Yeh, I appreciate the feedback in comments (though, strangely, I get more in email… ) and the times when my traffic briefly spikes by another 150/100 visits/visitors, but it’s primarily just an outlet to blow off steam or keep some aquaintances up on what I see going on around me.  “Journalistic” effort? Pretty much a low priority, especially given the low esteem I hold for that craft.  (“Profession”?  Gimme a break.  The 1% of genuine pros in journalism aren’t enough to redeem it, IMO.  It’s like the one or two honest persons you can find among congresscritters.  not enough to leaven the loafs—and no, I did not misspell “loaves.”)
 
Anyway, toodle on over to Dan’s place and check out his screed.
 
 

Some folks won’t CLICK…

…and I don’t want to wait for “Kipling Tuesday,” so…
 
Here is it is:
 
The Conundrum of the Workshops
1890
Rudyard Kipling
 
WHEN the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, “It’s pretty, but is it Art?”
 
Wherefore he called to his wife, and fled to fashion his work anew—
The first of his race who cared a fig for the first, most dread review;
And he left his lore to the use of his sons—and that was a glorious gain
When the Devil chuckled “Is it Art?” in the ear of the branded Cain.
 
They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart,
Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks: “It’s striking, but is it Art?”
The stone was dropped at the quarry-side and the idle derrick swung,
While each man talked of the aims of Art, and each in an alien tongue.
 
They fought and they talked in the North and the South, they talked and they fought in the West,
Till the waters rose on the pitiful land, and the poor Red Clay had rest—
Had rest till that dank blank-canvas dawn when the dove was preened to start,
And the Devil bubbled below the keel: “It’s human, but is it Art?”
 
The tale is as old as the Eden Tree—and new as the new-cut tooth—
For each man knows ere his lip-thatch grows he is master of Art and Truth;
And each man hears as the twilight nears, to the beat of his dying heart,
The Devil drum on the darkened pane: “You did it, but was it Art?”
 
We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice-peg,
We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the yelk of an addled egg,
We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by the cart;
But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old: “It’s clever, but is it Art?”
 
When the flicker of London sun falls faint on the Club-room’s green and gold,
The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens in the mould—
They scratch with their pens in the mould of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start,
For the Devil mutters behind the leaves: “It’s pretty, but is it Art?”
 
Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the Four Great Rivers flow,
And the Wreath of Eve is red on the turf as she left it long ago,
And if we could come when the sentry slept and softly scurry through,
By the favour of God we might know as much—as our father Adam knew!

“It’s pretty, but is it art?”

Kipling would gag at what passes for art nowadays

Only folks who know me well (ok, many folks who even know me only in passing) know just how disgusted I am by much of what passes as “art” nowadays. It’s beyond disgust into complete ennervation (cue Madeline Kahn singing “I’m Tired”) whenever I attempt to actually talk to people who consider themselves “artists” for farting in public or whatever. While a Francois Villon could make a “fart” the occasion for poetry (“Le Roman du Pet au Diable” for example), most “artists”—and their academic and media “critics”—today mistake their passed gasses for art (and their waste product for vanilla ice cream, no doubt).
An example? Gee, try ANY “Top-40” manufactured album or how about this:
 
 
“The Gates.” *Blech* I mean, really.  This fails even the “It’s pretty” part of the question posed in “The Conundrum of the Workshops.”  Can anyone say “Airing your dirty laundry in public”? And this is some of the best of “art” hailed by critics as visionary or whatever…
 
Where’s the craftsmanship, the skill, the chops?  No need! “Art” nowadays largely (and successfully) consists of throwing actual (or figurative) feces at buyers and laughing all the way to the bank when they buy the stuff, and it’s not even been composted and bagged for use in their garden…
 

Oh. The Horror.

*sigh* For years I’ve operated under a misconception
 
For years I’ve completed people’s sentences for them, etc. in the blithe certainty that I’m a mind reader.  Today, I learned differently.
 
I am *shudder* a mime reader.
 
I’ll never live it down…

I blame it on global warming

Frost this a.m. (and yesterday and the day before… ); 50 degrees, now that it’s “warmed up”; gray, drizzly day
 
That’s a description of April 29, 2005 in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢ located in the boonies of the Ozarks.
 
And with windchiil, it really does seem like hell will freeze over, soon.
 
It’s that damned global warming*…
 
I’m almost ready to bet on snow.
 
(*Yeh, I know that implies specious resoning on my part, but if the econazi global warming religionist fakirs can cook their data and lie about what their cooked data says, I can pick and choose mine. So there.)

Musical Survey–not so very

Curmudgeon Mode: Tried to take an online musical survey—discovered I’m an antediluvian…
 
Yeh.  Noah still owes me two sheep and a dove.
 
Silly survey.  Purported to delve into my musical taste and determine what (recent) decade I “belonged” in. All it listed was a collection of mostly non-musical pseudo rock bands (and a few actual rock bands thrown in for measure, not-so-good, but some sort of measure nonetheless).
 
*sigh*
 
In commenting on the site that had led me to the survey, I asked why this guy was not on the list, as well:
 

1903–1931 Bix Pic—two years before he began playing a Vincent Bach Strad and six years before his early death in 1931. See bio
 
Yeh, that’s Bix Beiderbecke in the pic. I wasn’t even alive when he was playing, and his music still speaks to me.  Heck, my dad wasn’t even a teenager, then (but he still knows who Bix Beiderbecke was, and even, I suspect, played some of Bix’s music when he had a band of his own).  But Beiderbecke’s music affected a whole buncha folks who were a part of a music revolution, in this country, at least.  And it’s still good.  Don’t take my word for it.  Sample some for yourself.
 
There’s a whole lotta music beyond the low-level pseudo music of 80s and 90s faux rock bands out there, but there’s a generation of folks who apparently have no idea that it’s so.
 
And what of the rest of the 20th, 19th, 18th and other centuries’ music? Tons of it (OK, less of the 20th than of the others’ *heh*) is more than just worth listening to; tons of it is just mind-bendingly wonderful. (This, for example.)
 
Against such mahvelous “musicians” as 50 Cent, Ace of Bace, Aerosmith, Alanis Morissette, Alicia Keys, Anthrax and the rest of the alphabet soup at this so-called music quiz, I’ll take Marta Keen’s or Nick Glennie-Smith’s or any number of musician’s current work (any of it) any day and twice on Sundays.
 
I think, perhaps, that such abortions as (insert any top 40 group or so-called “artist” here) and American Idol may owe their popularity to the fact that this country is full of folks who are simply tone deaf.
 
*sigh* (Putting PPM& Friends/Lifelines CD from 1995 in so I can hear some real rock, rap, soul, blues, country and more… all on one album, and not some crappy “Best of” either. Emmilou Harris and Noel Paul Stookey: now there’s an interesting duo… )
 
Unless I cool off a tad, there’s likely a rant on the state of music NON education in our “prisons for kids” and the influence of “stupid music for stupid people” manufactured by the recording industry coming.  Nah. 
 
BTW, just spent a lil time re-aquainting myself with the Beiderbecke sound.  Gee.  As Otis Ferguson (yeh, that Otis Ferguson, THE pop culture critic of the 1930s) said, “Bix had swing before the phonies knew the word.”