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March 23

It is a relief to see anyone who does not lose his head.

—John Ransom’s Andersonville Diary, 1881


Dear Dixie,

You’d think the patriotic business of chapter 24, Constitutional Government, would have gotten some of the scholars to thinking about the nice things government entities do for us.  Many of them are under the impression that we’re a suppressed people.  That we can’t go out and kill somebody who deserves it and not face the consequences.  Tempest said at least she’d do it when somebody had their back turned so they wouldn’t have to see her coming.

Oh, boy.  This isn’t good.  I’m not so sure her feeling, delivered in a confident and casual tone, is an effort to get a reaction from me.  My silent reaction is this: she’s angry about something today.  My public reaction: anyone else understand what our various governments do for us?  What they do for us … in an effort to maintain and even improve our safety, protection … our quality of life?

Tempest says the health care bill takes our money and gives it to people who are too stupid and lazy to get a job.

Time for another one of those deeeeeeep teacher’s breaths. 

An example ... I say.  Actually, what the heck are you talking about?

Tempest says that’s what she’s heard.

From who?  What?  What newspaper?  The radio?

She doesn’t know.

Petal says health care is free in England.

Okay … good … why?  Why would it be free in England or anywhere?  How does a government make it free?

Petal doesn’t know.  But she’s sure it’s free in England.

They all chime in two or three at a time about how they’re suppressed and under control and that there are too many laws and rules.

Some roll their eyes.  Some know better.

Some want freedom.

I ask … freedom from what?  Or for what?

They don’t know exactly.  But there are a whole bunch of people sucking the system who need to get a job.

I hear their parents talking.  Maybe.  Or I hear them shout what others spout without recourse on TV talk shows.

Petal asks at what age can she leave her house and go live on her own.

I tell her.

Petal says that she’s going to go live on the moon with her husband and be far away from all these rules.

Tempest says she’s going to join her up there on the moon.

Petal doesn’t seem to like the idea at first.

I remind Petal and Tempest that there’s no air on the moon.

There is in the spaceship, Petal says.

Somebody says … This is ridiculous. 

I think it was Hoover.  I don’t think Hoover loves Petal any more.  I tell them this is the most vigorous class discussion we’ve had in a long time.  It may be a little goofy but everybody’s got something to say.  I could do this all day if we could keep it a little tighter.

Then Petal asks if there are any laws on the bottom of the ocean.

I don’t say anything.

Petal all of a sudden says she’s going to be president one day.  She sure is.  And she’s going to change everything.  Petal says she going to let everybody run wild.

Her classmates cheer, scream, and clap. 

In my direction.



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