"Critical thinking" has become a fashionable buzz phrase these days. This variety of thinking is promoted in Common Core as an essential skill for 2ist century learning. But, what is critical thinking? And where does the term come from? Taking first things first, critical thinking means exactly what it sounds like. It means thinking like a critic. It means looking for the flaws in a thing...be it a movie, a meal, or a government...and judging that thing by virtue of its flaws. It's as simple as that. What Common Core neglects to do is inform the student (and their parents) that critical thinking comes from "Critical Theory"--a sociological theory (of sorts) contrived by a Marxist named Max Horkhiemer, who, in the early 20th century, was among the school which agonized over the failure of Marxism in America; and endeavored to come up with a new strategy...other than the usual slaughtering millions of people who might not agree with the beauty of Communism. The new strategy Came to be known as Cultural Marxism, and can characterized in one word: "Subversion": 1) Destroy the family 2) Destroy private property 3) Destroy religion 4) Destroy the nation How is it working so far? The two video clips below go into more detail. In one of them, the narrator tells you that Horkhiemer takes the Marx perspective in criticizing American values...with examples:
Was Abe Lincoln really honest?
Did the white land-owners/slave-owners who wrote the Constitution consider themselves as "the People", while excluding African slaves and women as People?
Is the traditional nuclear family really a wholesome place to raise children?
In Common Core, these are actual questions our kids are instructed to exercise their critical thinking skills on. They are given part of the facts (the bad part) and directed to take it from there.
This second video, "Critical Theory", is pretty hokey; and I am not going to vouch for it. However, it is a fine example of how Critical Theory can be turned back on the Commies who invented it.
Terrence O Moore, Ph.D., a former Marine, and assistant professor of history at Hillsdale College; Michigan, explains how the Common Core Standards and Curriculum, deprives our kids of the wealth of literature and humanities that is their birthright. And teaches them, instead, the limited and distorted view of the world embraced by Communism.
It's my day of rest. It's Sunday. Tomorrow I'll file with what ever signatures I have--still 28. Among those, I have no idea of how many are valid. If under 25, I'll close shop. At some point, as I have known all along, I simply have to put it in Gods hands. Good old AA. I have suited up and showed up...maybe not perfectly....but just the same; I've done the footwork. Now its God's turn.
Yesterday I got turned down flat 3 times on signatures; one time from a guy I knew. You know--Ron. He says No, he wont endorse me.....he supports Abercrombie. But then complains about the GMO farmers. When I say Abercrombie supports GMOs he still refuses to sign. It seems like a lot of people can't put 2 and 2 together. I admit I get a little angry,....but there's nothing I can do about that. I realize I'm powerless, and have to let it go at some point. If god says "No" then 'No' it is. Its his game now. I'm done.
I accept its a different world. It's changed and it's changing still yet. But I am grateful for the old world I lived in, and thought grownups might want to take a look at it...maybe for the last time...and measure its worth, before they cast their children into the abyss of the unknown. I'm not talking about your grand kids. They will probably be alright; especially with their strong parents. I'm talking about the really young kids, and the ones that haven't got around to being born yet. They're the ones at stake....not us.
So I got a haircut. Told my barber that I wanted to look good for filing, Monday. She's a Buddhist like Jann, shaved head and all, except she's Vietnamese. She has a little temple in her barbershop and she uses it when there's no customers around.
She asks why I'm running. I tell her that I can tell her and she would understand, while most people in Hawaii would not. I tell her that Hawaii is being taken over by Communism and people don't know it. She doesn't miss a clip. She knows Communism and gives me the perfect haircut. I give her a Constitution for her grand kids; but she wants two...so give her another one.
After, she invites me to sit on the couch and sits too on the other couch. She says she'll retire soon...3 years...maybe 5 years, and go back to Vietnam. Her accent is thick and English just enough to get by, so I have to listen carefully. Like Jann, she will practice her Buddhist stuff. It's all about her soul. "I send all my money back," she tells me. She doesn't want to have any, when her time comes. She can't take it with her. She only takes her spirit.
"I give it to the blind ones," she tels me. I know which ones shes talking about. I have a stack of photos of them--8x10 glossys. Those are the ones I shared with the Senate Ag committee...sending them into hysterics....all but for Solomon, whose brother died of Agent Orange. She remained calm. I want to cry when I look at them. I tell them "Sorry" like it was my fault....I don't know why. "And I give to the ones that can't speak," she tells me. "They born after. And the ones that can't hear." I don't have photos of those ones. "From the War?" I ask. "No," she says....then changes her mind, "Yes. From the chemicals."
We're sad. I tell her "They're not done with Vietnam yet." She's not surprised. She knows. It never ends. I show her my little me4gov flier--U.S. and U.N. flags, side by side, with "OR" in the middle. She considers for a second. "I take this one." She picks the stars and Stripes, touching it with her finger. Of all the hundred-some-odd people who have seen it, she is the first....and only...to actually make "the choice." "You look good," I guess she is referring to the haircut. "I pray for you. You rest tomorrow. Monday when you go, you go rested...and I pray for you." That makes two bald Buddist ladies who say they will pray for me. Today is my day of rest. Tomorrow I will ride upon their prayers.
