Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Blog 57 A News Commentary for the Day (March 14, 2018) Seventeen Minutes

Blog 57  A News Special of the Day (March 14.2018.) 

This blog has for the most part avoided the top news topic of the last two years - the classroom behavior of the nation’s most prominent schoolboy. But, without naming him, permit me to make a few observations on his response to the problem of the shooting deaths in our schools. Now I’m not referring to the little though long-standing problem in ghetto schools, but to the big problem of discontented shooters randomly ravaging schools with automatic weapons. 

Following the mantra of some NRA members and other respectable citizens, that “Guns don’t kill people. People kill people,” or the equally preposterous proposition that “There would be less crime if every citizen was armed”, permit me, on the grounds that every proposal has a right to be heard, to comment on an even more radically ridiculous proposal - that teachers in American schools should be armed with guns.

Talking points:
1. In the intimacy of a school it would be impossible to conceal which teachers were packing. “My Bobby [third grade] saw Mr. Sawyer’s gun poking out of his pocket.”
Since many of the shooters are disgruntled students of the schools they shoot up, they, too, would know who the gun-toters were. So the shooter-to-be would open the door of that classroom first to start his spree by taking down the armed teacher. Sometimes he would succeed.
2. Now you know how parents often have an overactive interest in their children’s educational welfare. Such parents would demand that their child not be placed in a packing teacher’s class. After all, they would claim, it is more dangerous there. The point is, that it would increase the administrative burden of assigning students to classes. You might ask for parents to volunteer their children for those particular classes, but what if a principal couldn’t get enough volunteers? Just a minor administrative problem. Hire a few more teachers. No, the budget-conscious administrative voices would block that.

2 A good alternative proposal then has recently emerged: equip all the pupils with guns. Then… then, the ultimate solution,  there would be no crime, nobody would be killed (according to the “guns don’t kill people” principle.) 

3 Well,I don’t know. That argument would make the shooter-to-be an honest citizen merely exercising his Second Amendment rights. Trust me. In America today, anything is possible.  Even in Supreme Court decisions.  Remember the Citizens United decision that money must be allowed to buy elections. Blog #14

4  Attaining competence with firearms under either regime - armed teachers, or armed students. 
Now, open disclosure  here. Your blogster has not handled a firearm for many years, but was once upon a time an instructor teaching cadets how to clean, load and fire a military rifle. He even fired a Bren machine gun. It was a weighty weapon with a pair of legs on the barrel. You plopped it down on the ground on its legs and laid your own body on the ground behind it. If you just squeezed the trigger you could empty a magazine in seconds. So we were taught to say “Sunovabitch, Sunovabitch. Sunovabitch” as we squeezed the trigger  three times. That fired off only three or four rounds with each squeeze. 

But, I digress. Maybe just as well, even though there are several more points to be made regarding “unintended consequences” and “collateral damage” if the armed schools followed the long-held American tradition of “Shoot first, and ask questions later.” 

But, enough is enough on this subject..


Next posting, back to the law of money and a new approach to recognizing a real democracy, thanks to Adam, the man..

Monday, 12 March 2018

Blog 56 Adam and the Penguins

Blog 56

Okay, okay… When the file on little blog-ideas just crying to be published reaches a thousand words… 


Your blogster has just returned from travels abroad which hatched some interesting insights. He has also just finished reading an important “intellectual” book., Part of this blog’s purpose from the beginning has been to translate hard-to-read books and other treatises into the language of ordinary human beings.  There has been some feedback that (despite the deficiencies of the cartoons) sometimes we have been successful. So, instead of retiring from the blogdom of money, let’s take another shot or two at it.

Let me start with a man I met, a remarkable man. (I’d like to think there are many more like him in his native NewZealand.) 
Call him Adam. He was a farmer’s son, brought up with a farmer’s perspective on work. Now, he lives in a city, has a hostel business, a property repair business that tackles everything from plumbing to laying artificial turf, and a sideline as a home-builder. His one slight fault perhaps is that he is a little too hard on people who have, shall we say? a weaker work ethic.

But, lest you see him as a work addict - far from it - he has time for people just because they are people - here’s a snapshot>

He asked if I would like to drive out on an errand with him . First, however, he stopped to pick up an item at a corner store - a brush, actually. We arrived at the store three minutes before it opened. While I sat in the pick-up; he engaged in three minutes of actual pick-up - of trash on the curb around two sides of the store. He didn’t know the, probably young, people who had thrown their empty coffee cups and junk out of a car window the night before. It wasn’t his trash. But he picked it up, put it in plastic bag and gave it to the clerk who opened the store to him.

I could rest my case on that episode. But that evening he invited us out to see if we could catch a sight, just as the darkness was setting in, of a local feature - mother penguins swimming in to nests concealed among the rocks of the breakwater, to feed their chicks. As the darkness fell, there were 50-or so other curious folk spread out along a stretch of road that lay about 2 or 3 metres above the water level. Adam and a fellow volunteer, in yellow jackets, explained to watchers that they must be quiet, shine no lights, and definitely not go down on the rocks near the nests, or the penguin moms would swim out to sea again. The two volunteers also kept a nightly count of sightings for the biologists who study penguins. One deceased penguin chick was discovered later. It's in Adam's freezer waitting for the biologists. Beginning to like Adam?

Now for the personal point. In our conversations over four or five days with him, I came to a bright new idea related to the basic interest of this blog.  Oh yes, even I still have things to learn! So tune in for at least one more blog.