Thursday, April 09, 2015

Severe thunderstorm warning includes Chautauqua, Elk counties


That was yesterday. Last night I watched the tail end of a giant T-Storm curl off to the southeast as they normally do when they die. It was a beaut. And ugly. It must have been fifteen miles or better when it turned and drifted off toward Elk County.

So far no reports of injuries or damages. ‘Tis the season.

The School Teacher (part timer) that from last week was arraigned  for three counts of child abuse – at least one count each with two 17 year old boys; and one count of illicit communications with a 15 year old.

A personal thought: We teach Sex Ed in third graders. Use to was, when the juices flowed silly things happened. Now, we teach them before the juices flow and, glory be, the only course of all the reading, writing and Rithmatic they can experiment with and receive immediate feedback is sex.

For some teachers genned up over course material and fresh young faces, readily available, temptation gives way to tutored homework. Seems to go together. Youth, after all, if examined, is made for mating and childbearing, it’s natural.

The excuse of she/he, as teach, and older, should have better self control, really isn’t much to hang a thing upon. As the farmer observed, the most apples stolen are from the trees closest to the fence, and I’ll add, from the lowest branches.

Probably, without fact checking or running numbers, I’d almost wager that the upward trend in failed marriage and bastardization of our children started about the time of declining educational standards, the fluffing off of blue labor skills and apprenticeship shops, and the inception of sex related courses –all, by the request of the teachers watching the budget, losing track of the greater good and giving the teachers pud courses to instruct.

I think, sometimes, the teachers themselves don’t have the smarts or patience to teach civics, history, English or math, so they opt to find and teach pud courses, like sex, basket weaving and recess.

My monthly rant.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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