Clocks, Pop Tarts, and Freedom

By | September 24, 2015 | 0 Comments

For bringing this “clock” to school, 14-year-old Ahmed Mohamed got into trouble briefly with the police. But then he was praised by President Obama for his “cool” clock, invited to the White House, and invited to meet Mark Zuckerberg. In fact, it is not an “invention,” or even a “construction,” but merely a commercial clock taken out of its case. In fact, it resembled not a clock but a timer connected to something not easily identifiable. In fact, if the student had not been detained and the “clock” confiscated, the teachers and school administrators would have been subjected to severe (and deserved) punishment for ignoring a possible bomb.
The boy’s father is a Muslim “civil rights” activist. Fortunately, the boy did not try to take the “clock” onto an airliner or into a government building. The obvious purpose was to alarm teachers and students, and then to complain about “Islamophobia.” No, it was just bombophobia. If a red-headed kid named Charlie O’Toole had brought the identical briefcase “clock” to school, he would have evoked the same response – minus the invitations, of course.


For chewing this pop tart into the shape of a “gun,” seven-year-old Josh Welch was suspended from school and branded a “troublemaker who frightened his classmates.” Really? Seven-year-olds were frightened by a pop tart? No, seven-year-olds are too mature and intelligent to be frightened by a pop tart. The teachers and school administrators were frightened by a pop tart. The mere idea of a “gun” frightens them. Those who are frightened by ideas are unqualified to be teachers.
His parents, who are merely pro-Josh activists, have gone to great trouble and expense to have the suspension removed from the child’s permanent record – which they have yet to accomplish, according to reports. Josh was not invited to meet anyone, much less the president.
But Josh is not alone:

● A young child was suspended for bringing to school a toy soldier holding a tiny plastic gun – on a cupcake.

● In response to a “women in history” program, a girl wanted to come dressed as sharpshooter Annie Oakley. The teacher told her that toy guns were forbidden. Her parents suggested a broom, but this too was forbidden. Anything representing a gun, even if it were clearly harmless, could not be brought to school.

● Two five-year-olds were suspended for playing cops-and-robbers while simulating guns with their fingers.

● A nine-year-old was sent to therapy for threatening to “shoot” a classmate – with a spitball.

● Children were disciplined for bringing in books or papers dealing with guns, or even drawing a picture of a gun.

The idea seems to be this: Raise our young people to be frightened of anything even remotely suggesting that they could defend themselves, but at the same time teach them to remain passive in the face of threats of actual violence. Fake bombs no problem, toy soldiers no way. If there is a more self-destructive plan for the suicide of a free nation, I have yet to hear of it.
Where I come from, the president supports the police in their efforts to keep us safe from terrorists and criminals, and does not use every opportunity to insult and undermine the police.
Where I come from, bringing a hoax bomb to school isn’t “cool.”
Where I come from, the safety of children takes precedence over political correctness.
Where I come from, teenagers who bring fake bombs to school are expelled and wind up in Juvenile Hall.
Where I come from, seven-year-olds who chew pop tarts are smiled at, as innocent children should be.
Where I come from, people do not go out of their way to appease bullies and bully the peaceful.
I come from America. Does anyone know which way I go to get home again?

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