Your Local High School, part 5

Education is supposed to be an issue in the Ontario election. The real issue is political correctness.

No longer do we criticise aspects of political correctness. If you open your mouth to mutter or complain, you are quickly shouted down. Pick your insult: racist, homophobe, or meanie. So, there is no open criticism. Instead, people have learnt that free speech is a one way street, much like hiring quotas, university eligibility quotas, and race-based sentencing. People, being human, adapt. While we cannot criticise the tree of political correctness, we can attack it at the root, safe from the Elves of King Fairycake.

Supposedly, education is an issue in the Ontario election. Actually, it is the groundswell of disgust at the failing education system; a system failing because of political correctness: both as an ideology and as a great way to create lard ass union jobs.

Toronto schools are not safe for children. Truthspeaker Pierre Elliot Trudeau is now, from the atheist heaven, watching the fruits of his policy. Toronto schools are full of violent criminals. The prison is being re-invented ... only the innocent get to go, too. And if you do not like it, well, you are intolerant. And if you do not like it, and do not want to get called intolerant, and you can get some cash together, you send your kids to a private school.

Toronto schools are filled with gangbangers. Either they come from the politically correct, subsidized and nutured housing projects (welfare and free legal clinics be thanked!), or they get transfered in from the projects when they get to be too much. Now if the Catholic Church can transfer sodomite priests, surely the Toronto District School board can do so too. It was wrong for the Catholics, but they were Christians; so it is OK for our anti-Christian school board. That is one way tolerance. In the bad old days of Vimy Ridge Canadians, criminals would be in prison; but we do not have prison, especially for the victims of oppression. Instead, we send them to High School. And so, for those that care about their children, they want out. Out is called private school.

Walk into a Toronto High School and you see cameras. And, if you nose around you can see things like the sleeping caretakers, the dusty tools of union workmen 'making repairs', and the stacks of vacation brochures and investment magazines in the teachers staff room. In one school, you will find the automotive shop being ripped out, to be replaced by a studio to teach African Dance. Even the union workmen, on their infrequent work breaks (to ease crossword fatigue), mutter at the wisdom of replacing shop with dance. Anybody who openly criticises the replacement of auto shop with African dance is a racist, right? And besides, the student council (most of whom seem to be wearing gang insignia) thought it was a good idea. Very inclusive. Indeed. I wonder what it is like to run for student council against the gun toting N-people candidate?

The fact that Toronto's gangbanger problem is centered in one particular culture is a fact known only to those that bother to look. Those that talk about it are racists, obviously. Another spending year of more spending will soon eliminate the problem. Last year's spending initiatives were only a few dollars short, much as the year before. Remember two years ago when Toronto had only fourty murders? If only we had spent more money converting automotive shops into African Dance studios, then we would not have the sixty murders we have now in September. Blame Mike Harris, but borrow the money to move to somewhere safe, or send your kid to a private school.

And the gangbangers are the fruit of the tree of political correctness. The tree is tended by the anti-Christian activists, and they get great pay and greater pensions from their work. And any attack on the education system is an attack on their jobs, tenure, benefits, and lifestyle. So, the teachers union is active in the political process. Quality education relies on quality pay and pensions for teachers. And if Johnny cannot read, it is because M'Binga has a machete and needs to be soothed by the music that tames the savage beast in the African Dance Studio which is in the room that used to be the Automotive Shop where Johnny's Dad learnt to be a car mechanic. Hopefully, Johnny's dad will send Johnny to a private school where he will learn automotive so Johnny can pay the taxes to pay for M'binga's prison, and for M'binga's brood of Baby Mommas. African Dance is the current final solution to the problem that keeps on being solved.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at both Mitchieville and DustMyBroom.