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Raising Independent-Minded Children In America Is Tough
Submitted by 'The Dissident Dad' via Mike Krieger's Liberty Blitzkrieg blog,
No joke, trying to raise an independent-minded, decent human being in America is like trying to fly through a Category 5 hurricane.
For starters, nothing beats some of the toys offered up to kids. For example, you can hone your child’s remote killing skills by buying him or her a military drone toy. Not only can you kill women and children in their homes, but you can do so without actually having to deploy overseas!
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At least toying around with unmanned drones is safer to than playing at public parks. In case you missed it, a 12-year-old boy was recently killed by the local militarized police in Cleveland for just holding a toy gun at a park. Sorry, I just can’t get this story out of my head. While shooting a child within 2 seconds of arriving at the scene was criminal enough, to just stand around and not offer up any first aid was unimaginably evil.
All that said, it’s my opinion that the most dangerous place for a young child is often America’s taxpayer-funded schools. These places are frequently characterized by an endless flow of bullshit my kids hopefully won’t ever have to go through. Just the other day, an 11-year-old Kansas child was taken away from his mother after challenging an anti-drug propaganda program at his school.
Finally, there are tremendous challenges to be faced at the home front. I’ve said this in many posts before, but choosing to raise your children to be independent thinkers who don’t automatically want to control others by force, can sometimes lead to tension with family and friends, especially older ones. I find most of them to be just innocent victims who happily reside within the matrix, merely repeating thoughts they were subliminally conditioned to believe.
Thoughts like nationalism, the offensive use of violence, and the belief in all sorts of official coercion justified as serving the greater good. As such, I’ve encouraged my children to always question authority and its true motives, even if others in the family naively believe the government, police, and the banks have your best interests at heart. However, at the end of the day, they will be allowed to come to their own conclusions.
With outright propaganda, like “war is good for the economy” and other similarly offensive ideas, I’ve become more bold as a father, with a new willingness to stand up to these bad ideas, no matter who the person espousing them happens to be. The coporate-statist propaganda is everywhere, so I continue to enthusiastically attempt offer up an alternative by example, as best as I imperfectly can.
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We know that children are capable of peak experiences and that they happen frequently during childhood. We also know that the present school system is an extremely effective instrument for crushing peak experiences and forbidding their possibility.
– Abraham Mazlow, The Further Reaches of Human Nature
You look at kids today and the choices they have, and it's all about structure and control. High-def TV, internet, Xbox, iPhones, text messages, iPads, structured activities, play dates, multiple organized sports, including insane time sinks like travel teams. No unstructured play time, everything scheduled, programmed, dictated, controlled.
I'm not that old, but the only choices we had were TV, books, or fresh air and sunshine. Maybe if you were a real jock you played an organized sport in fall and spring. Many kids didn't. You walked or biked everywhere yourself, rarely was "mom's taxi" used. You wanted a "play date", you walked down the street and knocked on Jimmy's door and asked his mom if he wanted to come out and play. You organized street games like hotbox or kickball, or maybe a little backyard football. If it rained, you read a book or listened to records, or played a board game.
Unless steps are taken, most of today's kids don't stand a fucking chance. The only ones I have any hope for are the homeschooled ones. If your kids are in public school, shame on you, for you are an irresponsible parent--by definition.
Shut up, hippy, your reminiscing is out of line.
-Chumblez.
Kids brains grow around a little screen, distorted like a bonsai tree. That which forms young brains is time sensitive. There is already a generation that is crippled for life.
They common core out the brains to remove any independent thought. If that doesn't work they medicate them into submission. Because all your chiddrin are belong to us now, for their own safety.
Life beats movies:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099277/
Some of us have kids that are living this Happy Days ideal. We homeschool, have 15 acres that include 6 of woods, some pasture, some trees to climb. There are meat rabbits and meat chickens, plus a flock of layers. And the kids are at least ostensibly the ones who are taking care of the animals. There will be pigs and cows as we get everything figured out here. My oldest daughter loves to garden.
Yes, they have "play dates" with other kids. We have a swimming pool, so a lot of people want to come swim in the summer. Our basement allows gymnastics and martial arts, among other things. And the kids are happy. Just today the kids came out to a softball game, and my boss remarked how they were wonderful kids. Not a video game around. And no fucking drones. They know how to talk with adults instead of zoning out to something electronic.
They know to show respect to the "authorities" as long as they can while having discussions with Mom and Dad about abuses of power. And they know what a Libertarian is. They know Daddy is one of those, and they know why. And they know that Thomas Jefferson and George Washington would have likely agreed with Daddy. They have read alternative histories with the mainstream stuff and have been allowed to make up their own minds. My son's worship of Stonewall Jackson is almost embarrassing, but he has read the original documents, so...he ca make up his mind.
I just hope there are other kids out there like these, to give this world a chance. I see public school kids regularly. Damn. Just damn.
Bravo. Simplement, bravo.
It wasn't that long ago. I'm not even 30 yet and that was my childhood. However, most people just 5 years younger seem drastically, almost fundamentally, different in mentality and outlook. Something happened.
It's called propogated FEAR!
Yep, it's all gone to shit rather quickly hasn't it?
I'm with you. turning 28 This weekend. That was my childhood (plus some mmorpgs).
I was playing at construction yards since I was 5. Used to gather thrown out calcium carbide pellets to use in my homemade acetylene torch. Knew how to operate a soldering iron before I could write. Spent time at a military base where my father worked as a chemist and an engineer. Got to play with all the chemicals. Learned proper handling procedures, watched adults go through simulated drills. Had my own gas mask. Even when the father wasn't around I'd sometimes sneak in with my friends through a hole in the fence. We'd run obstacle courses, dig though vehicle graveyards and do all sorts of fun and dangerous things. Got caught many times, but was never punished for it. During summer I built fireplaces, outhouses, ran powerlines and phone lines. Assembled sugar rockets and launched them with a remote ignition system that I also built myself. I did arc welding, made my own bikes, pedal powered buggies and eventually even electrical cars. All that in the first 20 years of my life. Didn't know computers existed for half of it. Did things with my hands. Then discovered computers and got hooked... but was unfortunately too poor to afford one for the longest time.
Since I was poor and had only a few toys, I had to find ways to keep myself entertained. I had to build things and luckily for me, no one ever said no to my ideas. My parents weren't paranoid about safety and the public overall was more relaxed about thing. I broke my bones, I burned and cut myself. I have scars to this day that I wear proudly. Each one has a story to it.
Getting caught at a military base once I told my father worked there, so while one of the guards went to check up on my story, the other one let me play with his gun. Unloaded, obviously, but still, imagine how cool that was! My fingers weren't even strong enough for the trigger.
I can't imagine any modern kid sharing my experiences. All accomplishments they grow up with are virtual and meaningless. They get bored so easily and they constantly expect to be entertained. What a boring generation!
Sounds a lot like my childhood. We made jumps in a vacant lot filled with oak trees and played Crosscountry Jumping with our horses. Up and down hills with ramshackle jumps on blind turns we raced to see who could do the course fastest. No helmets of course. Only rule was be home by dinner or there would be hell to pay. I can't believe I'm still alive after the crazy shit I did as a kid.
One day we discovered some uneven ground on our field. With careful examination we discovered some boys had stolen a bunch of street signs and had dug an extensive underground labyrinth using the signs as a solid roof to prevent a cave in. We found their central hide out with all their porn and treasures. I wanted to explore another tunnel but there was no light to go further so I suggested we light one of the playboys as a torch. Well, that didn't turn out to be as brilliant as I thought when we were quickly overcome by smoke and couldn't extinguish the magazine.
I still don't know how I made it to adulthood relatively unscathed as well as have any synaptic function. But I loved the freedom I had as a kid and both my husband and I agreed to free range our kids to have Huck Finn adventures as we did. Most parents were aghast and criticized us for not being "safe". We allowed our kids to ride their bikes to friend's houses! Don't you know a child molester could get them? Some kids were not allowed to visit our house because our liquor was not under lock and key. Well, I couldn't understand how this would be a big problem for 8 year olds.
We never had it locked up through their teenage years.
Experiencing such nervous, worrisome parents that insisted on such strict structure in their children's lives, it's no wonder their kids have turned out as they have.
Miffed
That brings back memory. Remember a pipeline being constructed near the army base. Don't know what kind, but the pipes were big enough to fit a crouched person, so that's what a few of us kids did - we went on an expedition through an open end of the pipe to see where it ended. We made a few torches. Turned back when we realized we'd probably run out of oxygen before seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. That was an hour long trip.
Sure, we did some things that were truly dangerous and I would not repeat if I went back. Yet somehow none of the people I knew, no freinds or classmates died playing games.
Tunnel digging? I was into it myself, until I came across a sinkhole somewhere in the city - just the pavement falling down into what looked like an underground river 30 feet below the surface. The idea of digging into some deep subterranean cave and falling in terrified me since... To get my mind off I then spent a few years rock climbing. Had no professional gear. Just rope, a mining pickaxe, a pair of hammers I used instead of grappling hooks. Fun times also. Found some ancient seashells, gathered a collection of pretty silicate rocks and even dug up some large bones. Had no idea what they were. Probably some wild animal.
Huck Finn - oh, they had a huge influence on me. My mother read them to me when I was little. I emulated a lot out of the books. Even had a pretend hash pipe, because I thought smoking was cool. Yet with all that went though all my life without becoming a smoker. My mother smoked so when I wanted to try it for real she simply handed me a cigarette: "See if you like it". I tried and of course, hated it. Never touched another cigarette in my life.
indeed..and having to deal with multi-culuturlaism and it's politically correct BS
the working class and poor are easy targets since they arent that smart to begin with. lots of poor white girls will and are the victims of muds (negros and latinos)
keep your kids away from minorities and their communities if you want them to be safe.
Instant pollution. You serve your vile masters well.
CH1.......we all loved Billy Graham so the first thing I taught my kids was this.......
''“Rev. Billy Graham openly voiced a belief that Jews control the American media, calling it a "stranglehold" during a 1972 conversation with President Richard Nixon, according to a tape of the Oval Office meeting released Thursday by the National Archives.
"This stranglehold has got to be broken or the country's going down the drain," the nation's best-known preacher declared as he agreed with a stream of bigoted Nixon comments about Jews and their perceived influence in American life.''
....because it's true.
LOL... well, since two hate-trolls say it, it must be true!
Make that three, fuck the jews.
Yes. Southern Baptists have it all figured out!
You probably can't see my sarcasm dripping.....
eff da effnics
Rule #1: No tee-vee.
Rule #2: We don't talk about TV.........ever.
Heartless monsters, but come on. If you won't fight to protect your children from kidnapping, whether the thug is wearing a government costume or not, why are you even alive in this world?
What about "God help you if you can't be caught hating the evil influences within your children"? There are bigger things living in this world than governments.
I would rather a society that can keep evil-influences out of a household in the first place, but in a society based on force who is king? Chemicals aren't an influence, except by appearances, in my view by the way. What head-of-households allow in should and will leave; I hope for more people to realize we can each remove evil-influences, once we are aware of their source, instead of allow them to express themselves through children.
I doubt I have much to explain to many fathers in this regard, but let's not shoot-government-first-and-ask-questions-later... unless we know the difference between people and a "King of force, death, and lies" as an influence, not a person.
I plan on homeschooling my children.
Ditto! Now, to convincing my wife who has one foot in the matrix. Thankfully, she trusts my judgment so far and I have 3-4 years to work on her...
and if that fails? Replace her.. promptly .... life is too short
2 years in with homeschooling my 2 kids. Wonderful thing. Follow up on your plan, don't lose sight of it.
It could be worse - up here in the frozen north in "leftest" Quebec there is actually a school board that has instructed the bus drivers to not allow kids to read (or do anything else except sit) on the school bus. - For their own good, of course.
They are being trained to sit still - say and do nothing and follow orders.
Scarry
No dude, you make it sound bad. The corners of the book are pointy. Really, let's be serious here. I mean, what if another kid wanted to see what book it was and looked over the seat. That is wayyy too dangerous to do while the bus might be moving. Remember those pointy corners!
If Ben Franklin were alive he would say that we've already traded our liberty for safety.
You think he'd be that restrained ?
You have a republic if you can keep it. I think it was Franklin who said that. Or something like it.
Get them as far away from public indoctrination facilities as you can. Home school is really thier only hope.
Raising Independent-Minded Children In America
I have one word for you - Quakers schools
Do they teach you to count in Quaker schools?
To understand and appreciate humor is the sure sign of an independent mind.
Congratulation, you don't possess one.
And, yes, they do.
Must be some properly taught and run private schools out there. Would still want my kids to interact with others on a daily basis and be independent. Assuming I decide to have children, I'm apart of the 70ish % of people who believe there o kids will have a worse life than ours.
Take full responsibility and accountability for yourself and everything else will naturally follow.....
Raising independent minded children requires independent minded parents.
Well, so much for independent minded children...
The Fable of The Ducks & The Hens
A dramatic saga of intrigue, propaganda & subversion
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3Qw5xVn7c0 (14:52)
The Fable of the Ducks and the Hens
http://www.heretical.com/pubs/fabledh.html
Reproduced on condition that the address of the copyright holder is given:
New Order, Box 27486, Milwaukee, WI 53227, USA
Lincoln Rockwell
Many, many years ago
When animals could speak,
A wondrous thing the ducks befell;
Their tale is quite unique.
Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks
Ten thousand at the least
Their duckish joys were undisturbed
By any man or beast.
One day down near the entrance gate
There was an awful din
A hundred hens all out of breath
Were begging to come in.
“Oh let us in” these poor birds cried
“Before we do expire!
’Tis only by the merest inch
That we escaped the fire!”
Their feathers burned, their combs adroop
They were the saddest sight.
They’d run a hundred miles or more,
All day and then all night.
“Come in! Come in!” the ducks all quacked,
“For you our hearts do bleed!
We’ll share our happy lot with you;
Just tell us what you need!”
And so these poor bedraggled hens
Amongst the ducks moved in.
“For after all,” the ducks declared,
“We’re sisters ‘neath the skin.”
Before too many months had lapsed,
The hens were good as new.
They sent for all their rooster friends,
And those were welcomed too.
To please their hosts, these chickens tried
To waddle and to quack.
To imitate the duckish ways,
They quickly learned the knack.
This pleased the flock of ducks because
It gratified their pride.
But hear my tale and learn how they
Got taken for a ride.
The ducks, it seemed, spent all their time
In fixing up the place,
In growing food and building homes
And cleaning every space.
They asked the hens what they would do
To earn their daily bread.
“We’ll teach and write and entertain
And buy and sell,” they said.
And so these hens began to teach
The baby ducks and chicks.
They traded food and eggs and things,
With many clever tricks.
They wrote great books and put on shows
Of genius they’d no lack.
It wasn’t long till chickens owned
The Duckville Daily Quack.
One day a mother duck who took
Her ducklings to the lake,
Was flabbergasted when one said,
“A swim I will not take!”
“Why duckling’s always swim” she gasped,
“It’s what you’re built to do!
Like bunnies hop, and crickets chirp,
And cows most always moo!”
“You’re nuts!” her son replied,
“That stuff is all old hat!
It’s wrong for birds to swim, besides
It’s damn cold on my prat!”
“Oh fie!” the mother duck exclaimed,
“You’re talking like a fool!”
Up quacked the other ducklings then:
“He’s right! We learned in school!”
“Such talk must stop!” the mother cried,
“Those hens can’t tell such lies!
For sheer ingratitude and nerve,
I’m sure this takes the prize!”
But she was wrong, for even then
The hens did thump the tub
Demanding they be let into
The Duckville Swimming Club.
“But you don’t swim!” the ducks exclaimed,
“To join, why should you care?”
“That’s not the point” the hens replied,
“To exclude us isn’t fair!”
The younger ducks, who’d been to school
Agreed right there and then:
“To keep them out is bigotry!
’Twould just be anti-hen!”
Outnumbered by the younger ducks,
The old ducks soon did lose.
The hens could join the Swimming Club,
If they would pay the dues.
That night the Duckville Daily Quack
Contained this banner spread:
“REACTIONARY DUCKS ARE LICKED!
DUCKVILLE MOVES AHEAD!”
Down at the Duckville Gaity,
The young set laughed with glee,
At cracks about “old fuddy ducks”
In burlesque repartee.
Next day the hens were at the Club;
A petition they’d sent round
They objected to the Swimming Fund
With fury and with sound.
“You use our dues to fix the pond,
To keep it neat and trim
And this is wrong” they said, “because
You know we do not swim!”
“God help us!” exclaimed a wise old duck,
“Those chickens have gone mad!
We’ll take this thing to court, by George!
And justice will be had!”
But when they went before the judge,
Imagine their dismay!
A chicken judge decreed that they
A heavy fine must pay!
“Minorities must have their rights!”
The judge declared right then
“To use hens’ dues to fix the pond
Is very anti-hen!”
Once more the Duckville Daily Quack
Emblazoned ‘cross the page:
“OLD FUDDY DUCKS REFUSE TO SEE
THE GREAT NEW COMING AGE!”
In Duckville’s church, on Sunday morn
The preacher spoke these words:
“Discrimination’s got to stop!
Remember, we’re all birds!”
The wisest duck in all the town
Sat down in black despair
“I’ll write a book,” he thought, “and then
This madness I will bare!”
“Let swimmers swim, let hoppers hop,
Let each go his own way
Let none coerce a fellow bird!”
Was what he had to say.
“’Twas wrong to force the hens to swim,
So here’s the problem’s crux:
It’s just as bad for hens to try
To chickenize our ducks!”
“I can’t print that” the printer said
“’Twill put me in a mess!
My shop is mortgaged to the hens
The chickens own my press!”
This worried duck then tried to warn
His friends by speech and pen,
But young ducks fresh from school just jeered,
“He’s a vicious anti-hen!”
Now up the stream a little way
Was Gooseville, on the lake
The hens had come to Gooseville too,
But the geese were more awake.
When the hens began to spoil the young
And Gooseville’s laws to flout,
The geese rose up in righteous wrath
And simply threw them out.
Of course you know where they all ran;
On Duckville they converged
“We’ve got to take these refugees”
Was what the ducks all urged.
The Duckville Daily Quack declared:
“Those geese will stop at naught!
They plan to conquer all the world!
Atrocities they’ve wrought!”
“That’s right!” the young ducks all agreed,
“We’ll help our fellow birds!
Those geese have plans to conquer us!
We’ve read the Quack’s own words!”
They let the hens from Gooseville in,
The whole bedraggled pack
And every hen took up a job
On Duckville’s Daily Quack.
When Duckville’s Mayor’s term was up,
The Quack put up its duck;
A vain and stupid duck he was,
A veritable cluck!
But when he praised the wild young ducks
And cursed the evil geese,
The Quack declared he was “all-wise”
His praise would never cease.
The hens chipped in to help this cluck
Give grain away for free
The old ducks sadly shook their heads,
The writing they could see.
And sure enough, this stupid duck,
He was elected Mayor
From this point on, the Duckville ducks,
They never had a prayer.
The Mayor said, “Gooseville must go!
We’ll wipe them off the map!”
While Duckville slept, the scheming hens
For Gooseville set a trap.
They called the geese by filthy names;
They filled their pond with sticks
They helped the weasels catch the geese,
And other hennish tricks.
The geese got mad and threw some rocks,
“IT’S WAR!” the Quack announced:
“We ducks must fight those evil geese
Till they’ve been soundly trounced!”
The ducks (who knew not of the tricks
Indulged in by the Mayor)
Were filled with patriotic zeal,
And pitched right in for fair.
Now when the ducks had whipped the geese
The Mayor called “Retreat!
Our Henville friends should really take
Goosevilles’s big main street!”
The hens are back in Gooseville now;
They starved and beat the geese
They prayed for peace but organized
The Henville Armed Police.
They drained the Gooseville swimming pond;
And ‘De-goose-ified’ the schools,
They wrung the neck of Gooseville’s Mayor
On lately made up rules.
They formed a council of the hens,
‘United Birds’ the name
The other birds who joined the thing
Did not perceive their game.
No sooner had they set this up,
Than they announced their plan
To seize up Swanville as a home
For all their hennish clan.
They took a vote amongst the hens,
And every one approved!
“Swanville was for hens!” they said,
“Way back, before we moved.”
And so they kicked the swans all out
With Duckville’s help and power
And Duckville could not understand
Why swans on them turned sour.
By this time, Duckville was a mess;
The young ducks had gone mad
They stole and laughed at truth and law
They’d gone completely bad.
The hens were selling loco weed
In every nasty den
But ducks who dared to mention this
Were labelled ‘anti-hen.’
The hens all preached of ‘Tolerance’;
They invoked the ‘Golden Rule’
But they subsidized the indigent,
The greedy and the fool.
At last the very dumbest ducks
Began to smell a rat
“This Mayor is no good” they cried
“And we will soon fix that!”
But the hens had planned for even this
A candidate they had,
Whom even wise old ducks believed
Just never could be bad.
This hen-tool duck had whipped the geese;
A soldier duck was he
Although the hens had set him up,
The ducks all thought him free.
This hen-tool got elected,
Through ignorance and greed,
Through hennish lies in press and speech
And bribes of ‘chicken feed.’
The hens now kicked the ducks around,
Without a blush of shame
Until the Mayor ran the town
In nothing else but name.
They pumped the swimming pond all dry;
They taught the ducks to crow
While duckish numbers dwindled,
The hens began to grow.
The hens stirred up the happy crows
From out the piney wood
To fight and mix and marry ducks
In the name of ‘Brotherhood.’
Things got so bad that fifty ducks
Who knew of days gone by,
Took up their wives and children
And decided that they’d fly.
They flew through storm and tempest;
They froze, and many died
But on they drove, until at last
A lovely lake they spied.
They settled down exhausted,
But soon went straight to work
To build and clear and cultivate,
No danger did they shirk.
Now after many years of toil,
This little band had grown
The fields around were full of grain
From seeds that they had sown.
The first ducks now were long since dead;
Their struggles long had ceased
Through hard work and through suffering
Their joys had been increased.
One day down near the entrance gate
There was an awful din
A hundred hens, all out of breath,
Were begging to come in.
“Oh, let us in!” the poor birds cried,
“Before we do expire!
’Tis only by the merest inch...”
This epic really has no end because
No matter how you fight ‘em,
Those hens will show up every time
And so... ad infinitum.
The Fable of the Bees 1729 Bernard Mandeville
Oh we're posting books now
Being hip and 'connected' is anathama to independent thought and action.
I Disagree with the Latent America Bashing on the Theme of Parenting.
Being a Parent is "Tough" not because OF America but rather because of The Nature of Being a Parent.
The Presence or Absence of the Parent has the Greatest Impact on any Child.
Present, the Most Important thing the Parent Can do is Develop Communication with your Child from the Earliest Time Possible.
Talk With Them and To Them, Not Down or At Them.
This is Difficult at Times because Children Need Discipline and Structure from the Parent, yet Need you to be a Friend and understand them.
Those aren't always in Alignment. Nor Can One Always Have the Patience Called for in any Given Moment.
This is Why Being a Parent "Ain't Easy".
No Matter what, the Ability to Communicate with your Child begins when they are Born. The Parent does have Control over this Opportunity.
Invest the Emotion and Time, and it Will Serve You and Your Child, the extent of which always depends on the Individuals.
I have taught my child that the System of the World is The Transfer of Wealth from the Hands of the Many to the Hands of The Few.
It is the Manifestation of our Human Nature.
This has Taught My Child not to "Expect" Anything or Live in Delusion; and to Embrace Individual Responsibility in Life.
Real Values, both as Individuals and Americans.
"The Presence or Absence of the [a] Parent has the Greatest Impact on any Child.
Family Law is the MEANEST business of all.
the focus on schools shaping minds is misplaced. home is where the mind is shaped. kids taught right at home go to school and laugh at, mock, challenge the ridiculous crap dept of ed pushes
kids with no/bad teachings at home are fodder for the goatmen
this goes for school performance too -- idiots claim 'it's the teachers' fault' that a bunch of thugs don't learn anything. absurd. no teacher can stop a student from learning -- with the internet at everyone's fingertips. yet every day one can hear nyc.dc and all of the dupes whining about bad teachers as the reason why the deadwood is stupid
Bingo cheka you win the prize.
We abdicate our responsibility and point the finger else where. One commenter stated above it takes critical thinking parents at home to create critical thinking children. It takes a parent involved in their childrens lives on a daily basis. I am not talking about buying them the latest and greatest gadget. I am not talking about trying to live thru your child because you missed it when you were a child. Passing a child off to another hoping they learn is bullshit. You must challenge your childs thought process and then have your child defend their solutions. You must be involved in their mental development.
You must teach your child about exercising their mind and their body. Too many are fat and stupid and now feel that is the norm. Well it is not. You must exercise their bodies and keep them away from as much processed food as possible. Jack La Lane for those that can remember stated it best back in the early 60's, "If man processes it do not eat it" holds true today. Children need physical activities in their life and as a parent you hold the key even if you cannot participate. Find out what a child likes to do for physical activity and get them out there. TURN OFF THE FUCKING TV and GAME MACHINES and have them earn the time they want by being outside playing, riding bicycles, throwing a ball or whatever. Teach them about finance as they will neve learn a thing in school except how to become debt slaves.
Have them watch the news and discuss it for what it really is. For the most part it is now propaganda and you would be surprised at their answers. You must teach them to see fear mongering for what it is. Red down vote me all you like but you need to teach them in the respect and use of firearms. Many children like to learn self defense and it is a great form of physical activity.
Do your best but remember all you can do is your best until they leave the home and even then they may well fall for all the brainwashing out there along with the toys.
Our public education system is junk and abdicating your role as a parent to them is treason in my mind.
In case students at Brown University feel too threatened by conservative debate Brown U offers Safe Rooms:
The safe space, Ms. Byron explained, was intended to give people who might find comments “troubling” or “triggering,” a place to recuperate. The room was equipped with cookies, coloring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets and a video of frolicking puppies, as well as students and staff members trained to deal with trauma.
Please dont provide a link. I am going to pretend you made that up.
I find that concept both troubling and triggering.
Great to push independent thinking. Your aversion to "nationalism" is odd. It has other meanings than "mindless desire to run around minefields or kill innocent foreign teenagers.” E.g., a healthy respect and affection for your own people and culture and a disinclination to fall at the feet of every foreigner who chooses to wander over the border."