PotterCrackery En Parade

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Mrs. Laura Mallory.

She is, you see, a bloody crackpot. Go here and have a look. Don't miss the viddie, wherein she solemnly informs one & all that "the young children are not able to discern as easily as older children". One might take up the matter and let her know that that very thing is what parents are all about, but, hey; I'm usually about ass-deep with bloody fools all day long, so knock yourselves out.

The issue here is her attempt to have the Gwinnett County (Georgia) school board remove the "Harry Potter" series of books from the schools' library shelves. It seems that if this doesn't happen, the poor dears will be -- I dunno -- flying around the room & shit, in no time. Can't have that, for sure.

The school board has summarily denied her plaint, presumably without the stroke of justice in letting her know that she should stick to tending her flower pots, and she's thinking about taking the thing to court.

You know what? Everyone involved will be lucky if this thing doesn't end up with lovely Laura and her spiritual kin smashing picket-signs over the heads of huarache-footed black-flaggers in pitched battles on the steps of the U.S. Supreme Court. You wanna know why? Get this, and get it good:

"And I pay taxes, too, and I think that gives me a voice to speak out about this.”

Do you understand, dear morons? She is entirely right about this. As long as she's getting soaked (which, doubtless, is not the way she sees it because she's a moron, too) for this perpetual-motion project known as "public education", it means that she has standing to raise hell if she doesn't like the cut of the bleedin' shrubbery out in front of the drill center "school" where her brats get stashed every damned day.

A reading:

"The State is the great fiction through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else."

That's Frédéric Bastiat, from one hundred fifty-eight years ago. It's as true as it ever was, but Bastiat did not -- so far as I've ever read him or of him -- analyze the dynamic whereby the state drives crinolined suburban moisties to becoming presumptuous social umpires with just enough of a shred of truth in their pockets to buy their way into a bloody fight at the lip of the cannibal-pot.

Get government (all government) out of education (all education), and send dear Mrs. Mallory back to her begonias.