Dear World – Please Come Kick Our Asses

And also push us down on the playground, take our money, and laugh at us, because our society has climbed the Cliffs of Insanity, and landed on the other side where we found Wretched Pushover Land.

Two Edina elementary schools, worried about the politics of the playground, are taking an unusual step to police it: They have hired a recess consultant.

Some parents have welcomed the arrival of the firm Playworks, which says recess can be more inclusive and beneficial to children if it’s more structured and if phrases like, “Hey, you’re out!” are replaced with “good job” or “nice try.”

But some of the kids at Concord and Normandale Elementary say they are confused, or that the consultants are ruining their play time.

“The philosophy of Playworks does not fit Concord,” said Kathy Sandven, a parent of twin boys who attend the school. “It is a structured philosophy — an intervention philosophy — not allowing kids for free play.”

This is quite possibly the dumbest thing I’ve seen all year, and I’ve seen quite a lot of stupid.

It’s indoctrination into a PC mentality at playground age. It’s a limit on free thoughts, free ideas, and free play. It’s an effort to bring “special Snowflakeism” to kids at a very early age, ensuring they never experience any type of challenge of adversity, and even indoctrinating them into the Perpetually Outraged and Offended club (the POO club – I kind of like that)!

playgroundAnd all for a measly cost of $30,000! Another school actually pays $14,500 for an “on-site coordinator” to spend one week per month at the school and police kids’ plan. I wonder how many school books that money could buy…

They control what kids say, how they interact with their peers, and what kinds of games they play at recess. They take away their choices and self-determination, such as it is, at that young age. They shield them from all offense, all challenges, and consequently, from real life.

These are the kinds of schools that will pump out precious, entitled cupcakes, who are incapable of independent thought, because everything is controlled for them – even recess play.

These are the kinds of schools that will let outraged snowflakes loose on the world, who are incapable of accepting constructive criticism and are unable to question authority. After all, if others are prevented from using hurtful words around you, and you are forced to conform to whatever games the consultant feels are appropriate at recess, do you think you’ll be capable of dealing with real life situations or having the courage to challenge questionable decisions?

I see this as the creation of a class of perpetually outraged sheep, whose existence is validated by participation trophies and who are unable to accept any kind of criticism or even a hint that they may not be winners! These sheep will ultimately grow into incapable adults, who demand respect without doing anything to earn it, and who feel that skill, knowledge that challenges their worldview, and ability is not necessary to advance, but their mere existence as special snowflakes should be sufficient.

Don’t say “you’re out” or “you lose.” That would imply that your opponent is somehow less skilled than you are. We can’t have special snowflakes thinking they aren’t as special as other special snowflakes, can we? This way, everyone is equal, and the job you do, the skills you display, and the victory that you earn don’t matter, because they might make someone feel mediocre.

Why would you want to bother working hard and achieving, if in the end, no one is allowed to criticize you, and proclamations of victory are now considered hurtful words?

I can see no better, more effective way of stifling initiative and drive. Can you?

7 responses

  1. If you listen carefully, that banging sound you hear to the west is me, banging my head on the table. Some days, I want to ask myself if these idiots are serious. But that’s a rhetorical question because we all know they are.

    When I went to elementary school back in the stone age (60’s), we played all of those games plus more that would mortify today’s liberal idiot pisswits. Feelings got hurt, skin got scraped and bruised and at the end of the day, we were all still friends. Strange how that worked. Of course back then, the kids that were a little hyper were handled, usually in the class room with a paddle. Not like the psychotropic drugs they poor in them today. Sending them on the way to be the next Lanza or Klebold/Harris. They are turning our (mostly male) children into a bunch of drugged pussies afraid of their own shadow.

    When I think back to my childhood and the fun we had and also the chores we had to do (I was raised on a farm), I weep for what our country has become.

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  2. OH. MY. CAT. What in the blue-eyed free world planet am I living on?

    My grade school recess: kids pushing each other off the big boulder in the school yard to see who could stay up there the longest.

    Their grade school recess: kids staring at each other, wondering who will snap first?

    My grade school recess: getting on the 6 ft high swings and finding out how high I had to push that thing to get a really long trajectory in the air before I fell to the ground and landed.

    Their grade school recess: Staring off into space at nothing.

    My favorite hobby: competing in anything that drew my interest. I either won or didn’t. If I won, great! If i didn’t, I got in more practice so that I could win.

    Their favorite hobby: playing video games and SWATting the people who beat them.

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  3. That… that… that may actually be too stupid for me to insult.

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  4. Sigh. I live in the state where this stupidity is playing out.
    Yes, pun intended.
    It wasn’t bad enough to give the country Senator Franken, now this.
    I’m so ashamed……

    OC

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    1. We’re becoming such a nation of complete pussies! Seriously… consultants for play time? That’s an invitation to get our asses kicked. HARD!

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  5. Eh, when the great reset happens we’ll be the ones with the guns and ‘tude. A fresh start for the species.

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