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Wednesday, July 21, 2004
HITLER, THE HOLOCAUST, AND THE
The stated purpose of the Canadian School System is not, of course, to make students miserable. But, since when does any organization with sinister motives state them directly? In Hitler’s Germany during World War II, the mass murder of millions of Jews took place under the flowery name of "creating a pure race" or simply "getting rid of the nation’s economical problems". Mass murder was not the stated purpose. In the same way, the Canadian School System has used the facade of "imparting knowledge" for the purpose of causing the young people of Canada stress, grief, and deep sorrow.
| CANADIAN SCHOOL SYSTEM
Imagine with me, if you will, a national system including some 280,000 plus employees, hundreds of local governments and public funding from both provincial and federal levels of government. This alone is not so bad until you consider that its sole purpose is to cause grief and sorrow to those who go through the System. It sounds like something from some unknown country but is surprisingly close to home because it is. It is the Canadian School System.
The stated purpose of the Canadian School System is not, of course, to make students miserable. But, since when does any organization with sinister motives state them directly? In Hitler’s Germany during World War II, the mass murder of millions of Jews took place under the flowery name of "creating a pure race" or simply "getting rid of the nation’s economical problems". Mass murder was not the stated purpose. In the same way, the Canadian School System has used the facade of "imparting knowledge" for the purpose of causing the young people of Canada stress, grief, and deep sorrow.
"You go to school to learn!" How many times have students heard that throughout the course of Canadian history? Why have they heard it so many times? Because it is necessary to reinforce this particular point. Otherwise, children, in their childlike innocence, will quickly realize the ‘other reason’. Why is it that students come to like school less and less as they progress through the grades? Quite simply it is because as they progress they become miserable. I am in no way trying to say that the Canadian School System is ineffective in imparting knowledge to those eager minds entrusted to its care. It is effective and therein lies the problem.
Ecclesiastes 1:18 states, "For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, the more the knowledge, the more the grief." In math there is a formula. If A=B, and B=C, then A is also equal to C.
School = wisdom and knowledge
Wisdom and knowledge = sorrow and grief
Wisdom and knowledge = sorrow and grief
All we have to do is complete the equation.
School = sorrow and grief
Rational, logically, mathematically, the Canadian School system’s objective is to cause heartache to Canada’s young people.
A question often asked today about the people in Germany during the time of the Holocaust is that of why they allowed the mass annihilation of the Jews. Many of those killed must have had non-Jewish friends, neighbours, perhaps even relatives, very few of whom did anything to prevent the deaths. Why was the terror allowed to continue? The same question can be asked today. Why do former students not do anything to help the hapless myriads of children who are sent through the System each day?
What it all comes down to in the end is a simple truth that everyone knows but to which no one pays attention. That is the old, familiar saying, "Misery loves company." That is why siblings do not prevent their younger brothers and sisters from entering the system, that is why parents make children go to school, and that is why teachers continue to teach. It is all out of bitterness in a desperate attempt to relieve some their own mental anguish by causing another poor unfortunate to go through the same torture.
The most shocking thing about the entire situation is the magnitude on which the System operates. In Canada there are approximately 800 school boards with budgets sometimes running into several million dollars, and over 285,000 teachers. There have been schools operating in Canada since 1635. There are now 5.35 million students in the Canadian School System. It is most amazing, however, that Canadians willingly pay for the System. There is a complex network of local taxation systems that gleaned $39.7 billion dollars from the Canadian economy to fund elementary and secondary education. In Canada it cost an average of $5800 to send one student to school for one year during the 1989-90 school year. That number is sure to have increased. Even the system that carried out the Holocaust in Germany during World War II was not so developed and certainly had not been running for such a long period of time.
To have such an outrage allowed to continue unabated in this fair land of ours is certainly a statement on the moral state of society today. That this murder of the mind continues day by day and year by year without anyone so much as questioning its impact on the mental well being of the youth is truly tragic. Will no one take pity on the student? Will no one have compassion on the innocent?
L.B.P. Grade 12 English
Raindrops Falling on My Bed
(a terribly, horribly country song composed on the back of a horse in the rain)
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
Woke up last night,
Feelin' sorta uptight
Cuz I was 6 feet above my bed!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I looked down below me,
There to see my body
Lying there beneath me on my bed!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I felt all around me
To feel the air surround me
And hey! What's that bright light there up ahead?
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I followed the bright light,
And saw such a sight!
A land that could make you lose your head!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I got down to the land,
And felt all the sand.
If heaven's a beach, I've never heard it said!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I met a pretty girl,
My heart was in a whirl!
She kissed me on the lips and then I knew!
I was dreaming. (spoken)
L.B.P. 1996?
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(a terribly, horribly country song composed on the back of a horse in the rain)
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
Woke up last night,
Feelin' sorta uptight
Cuz I was 6 feet above my bed!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I looked down below me,
There to see my body
Lying there beneath me on my bed!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I felt all around me
To feel the air surround me
And hey! What's that bright light there up ahead?
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I followed the bright light,
And saw such a sight!
A land that could make you lose your head!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I got down to the land,
And felt all the sand.
If heaven's a beach, I've never heard it said!
Raindrops are falling on my head.
I thought that I maybe could be dead.
I met a pretty girl,
My heart was in a whirl!
She kissed me on the lips and then I knew!
I was dreaming. (spoken)
L.B.P. 1996?
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Dawn
Caught time on the way out, never saw what
you mean.
Never knew how the way would come because it's never yet
been seen.
I thought knowledge would come with the passing of
the days,
But as time passed on and you were gone, I still didn't know
the ways.
To think that when life was over, I would have never had
the chance
To walk in the water, hold your hand and dance that one
last dance.
I thought someday we'd learn to know the reasons time
slipped past,
But before that time, the light grew dim and your hand slipped from
my grasp.
I couldn't look back, never had a chance. You were gone and time
was done.
I had to move on, bear the pain, I thought that time
had won.
Guilt, despair, all was mine. I'd left you on
your own.
I couldn't live with... for myself. I had a heart cold
as stone.
I said I would make it but I was wrong and maybe that
was why,
My light from heaven, life and joy, descended from
the sky.
Slipped past the moon on your journey down and greatly
you outshone
The silent moon. Despair, a new light, and then hope returned for next
comes dawn!
--
I waited, and it seemed strange from before how time could sit
and wait.
How long it took! And rather than refresh the grief by dawn's
imperious gate
I'd make the journey, go the way, for now I saw it
was true.
Of life and living, fun and folly, this suddenly
I knew.
"Hold on to what is dear," they say. And I had, much more than my
injured pride,
Desire to see you, have you here, standing by
my side.
For finally one thing I saw, was that your love
was real.
I never had to doubt it, never watch it's passing, as time's ever
turning wheel.
I look back now, still feel shame, regret, for leaving
you behind.
I was wrong, I didn't trust, in SO many ways
I'm blind.
But now I see! I turned around and there you were, walking
after me.
How? Why? I had never understood how deep your love
could be.
Sure I missed it; I lost the race, but they were so
far wrong!
For now I have you here with me. We keep each
other strong.
Time slips by; always will; but there is a way to
get past
The cruel divisions, breaks, heartaches, that come, always
so fast.
"Hold on to what is dear," they say. Your hand is in
mine again.
Over fields, mountains, rivers, floods, or through the
shadowed glen,
Believe it that I'll hold on tight. For I've been given one
more chance
To walk in the water, hold your hand and dance that one
last dance.
L.B.P 1997
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Caught time on the way out, never saw what
you mean.
Never knew how the way would come because it's never yet
been seen.
I thought knowledge would come with the passing of
the days,
But as time passed on and you were gone, I still didn't know
the ways.
To think that when life was over, I would have never had
the chance
To walk in the water, hold your hand and dance that one
last dance.
I thought someday we'd learn to know the reasons time
slipped past,
But before that time, the light grew dim and your hand slipped from
my grasp.
I couldn't look back, never had a chance. You were gone and time
was done.
I had to move on, bear the pain, I thought that time
had won.
Guilt, despair, all was mine. I'd left you on
your own.
I couldn't live with... for myself. I had a heart cold
as stone.
I said I would make it but I was wrong and maybe that
was why,
My light from heaven, life and joy, descended from
the sky.
Slipped past the moon on your journey down and greatly
you outshone
The silent moon. Despair, a new light, and then hope returned for next
comes dawn!
--
I waited, and it seemed strange from before how time could sit
and wait.
How long it took! And rather than refresh the grief by dawn's
imperious gate
I'd make the journey, go the way, for now I saw it
was true.
Of life and living, fun and folly, this suddenly
I knew.
"Hold on to what is dear," they say. And I had, much more than my
injured pride,
Desire to see you, have you here, standing by
my side.
For finally one thing I saw, was that your love
was real.
I never had to doubt it, never watch it's passing, as time's ever
turning wheel.
I look back now, still feel shame, regret, for leaving
you behind.
I was wrong, I didn't trust, in SO many ways
I'm blind.
But now I see! I turned around and there you were, walking
after me.
How? Why? I had never understood how deep your love
could be.
Sure I missed it; I lost the race, but they were so
far wrong!
For now I have you here with me. We keep each
other strong.
Time slips by; always will; but there is a way to
get past
The cruel divisions, breaks, heartaches, that come, always
so fast.
"Hold on to what is dear," they say. Your hand is in
mine again.
Over fields, mountains, rivers, floods, or through the
shadowed glen,
Believe it that I'll hold on tight. For I've been given one
more chance
To walk in the water, hold your hand and dance that one
last dance.
L.B.P 1997
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Sunday, May 02, 2004
Oh I am who I am
And who I am is who I am
And who I am is who I'll always be.
You can't change who I am
Cuz I am who I am
And who I am is
Me!
L.B.P. A long, long time ago. |
And who I am is who I am
And who I am is who I'll always be.
You can't change who I am
Cuz I am who I am
And who I am is
Me!
L.B.P. A long, long time ago. |
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Broken in three.
Oh why must I be, broken in three?
Tossed all around; stomped on the ground?
Miscellaneous articles.
If I knew what an article was, I'm sure I'd put something here. However, me and mine just don't seem to get it together when it comes to the grammer stuff.
Bored with rent.
Come as before to a place you have been, bring with a cheque.
Leave as before from a place you've oft stood, always more broke.
Why?
Simple. Because.
Need sleep, won't travel. |
Oh why must I be, broken in three?
Tossed all around; stomped on the ground?
Miscellaneous articles.
If I knew what an article was, I'm sure I'd put something here. However, me and mine just don't seem to get it together when it comes to the grammer stuff.
Bored with rent.
Come as before to a place you have been, bring with a cheque.
Leave as before from a place you've oft stood, always more broke.
Why?
Simple. Because.
Need sleep, won't travel. |
