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Life in the real world is a stone-cold bitch, sometimes. Just ask President Obama, who got played in public the other day by the leader of Israel, Benjamin Netanyahu.
Bibi knows a little bit about what it takes to navigate the reality of a tough, dishonest and sometimes brutal world. So standing up at a press conference with a not so friendly U.S. President and the world watching, he just smiles and thanks his counterpart for agreeing with him on how to do battle going forward. Even though he doesn’t.
I had to chuckle while Mr. Netanyahu put words into Barack Obama’s mouth, and President Obama could only cringe through a phony smile while he’s getting owned by a veteran. Mr. Netanyahu is in charge of making his people safe and my guess is he spends every waking hour working to that end. President Obama? Not so much… The spectacle of watching our incompetent “leader” stand there with his arrogant words and posture made me think of how difficult this world must be, with so many points of view and so many people out there that want what we have.
They’ll kill us to get it. Bibi knows that, but I wonder if our kids will?
Then along comes this story out of Boston: The principle at Ipswich Middle School has taken it upon himself to cancel honors night, because it might hurt the feeling of kids who didn’t make the cut. Are you nuts? Principal David Fabrizio (sounds like some sort of laundry softener) says that although it may be devastating to the kids who worked their asses off to become honor students, the little kittens who tried and failed could be further humiliated at the horror of seeing the winners being acknowledged for their achievement.
You know why this is double stupid? Because the very kids that Mr. Fabreeze is trying to save from having nightmares are learning that trying is enough, and succeeding warrants no further accolade. This is a small microcosm of the new America in general where if you work hard, you can succeed, just don’t ask to be noticed. Not anymore. What are we teaching our kids – or better yet – what are we not teaching our kids? The answer: Reality.
I call it the “pussification” of America.
Work your hardest… But just remember, not everyone grows up to be a rocket scientist. The world needs plumbers too, and there is no shame in that. But most importantly, when you get out in the big bad world – there will be Chinese kids, Indian kids, Israeli kids and even Canadian kids who will be waiting to own you, because you never learned to not just try, but to win.
Some folks might think I’m calling Barack Obama a loser, or saying he’s somebody who didn’t learn how to win – but I’m not. On the contrary, he was taught how to win and win big. I was just enjoying watching him get challenged by the Israeli Prime Minister and the Israeli press – something Barack is not used to. My question is why are we teaching our kids to be a bunch of spineless Glee fans, when the world that awaits them is less safe and more treacherous than ever? What are they going to do when they get to high school and are confronted with the kids who live on the other side of the tracks? How about their first job, having to go up against the top salesman from their competition? Will they even know the word, “competition?” I only hope they end up in the military where a young person can be trained for reality.
Back to Fab & the Pussycats: The Ipswich Principal also said he decided to drop Honors Night because “academic success can be influenced by the amount of support a student receives at home and not all students receive the same level of emotional and academic support at home.” Geez, no kidding Principal Fabulous? And here I thought every child had a daddy and a mommy and got all the attention they needed? That explains all the kids with the piercing’s, purple hair and tattoos just above the young ladies’ butt cracks, doesn’t it?
Honoring kids who get a 4.0 grade average is designed to make them all shoot for the sky, regardless of their home situation, and what you’re doing is giving the kids who get less help at home a built-in excuse. A reason to fail. “Hey kid, sure, you’re a dumbass at age 35 now – but it isn’t your fault. I’d like fries with that.”