Thursday, April 26, 2018

Rude, Nasty Girls.

Sugar and spice many women are not, despite the modern insistence that it is only menz that are violent, nasty creatures who need the heavy hand. The modern empowered woman who knows her rights is often not a bit different  from her 'oppressed'  forebears in her propensity for violence. The Colonel's Lady and Judy O'Grady are sisters under their skins. An old rhyme but still true since Kipling's day.

We live in an age where the behaviours and abilities of women to be rude, nasty and violent have increased markedly. 

But while men seem to have become less violent toward women, despite the PC cant and vast amounts of public monies spent to say the opposite, we see women's violence to both one another and to men increasing.  

Many fine, decent women come into the Tavern. I do not wish them to be offended when a customer or two points out flaws. Not in them as such. There is good and bad in all of us  under our skins and our task in life includes eradication the bad and enhancing the good. Some of us get a helping hand. Some go the other way. 

Mean girls grow to be mean women. Oh for the sugar and spice little girls of yesteryear who could become nice ladies.

But a professional lady came by to question the past ladylike behaviours. It was not all frothy white petticoats. And another report came in from the Land of the Long White Cloud detailing a horrible and more recent example. We also took a look at girls who just wanna have fun - of a nasty sort.

It is quite rare for the Tavern to see folk thrown or pushed out of the door. We hear the rude and nasty outside the hedges but the bouncer keeps them at bay. But we do sometimes have the odd altercation inside and it is often ladies doing the altercating! One tries to be kind, but firm.

We see nasty violent behaviours all around us. Where 'society' and 'authorities' have always condemned and punished bad male behaviour, we now have that same society and authority actively encouraging bad female behaviour.  It is rewarded. 

Women in power positions - such as that awful Alison Saunders woman in the UK, heading up the Prosecutions bizzo, go after even mild men, inventing crime where they are quite innocent and actually paying women to falsely accuse. The evidence abounds and you can find it yourselves with ease.

Has that propensity for women to accuse and be vicious suddenly arisen? Or has it always been there, waiting for encouragement and reward? 

Ditta Oliker, Ph.D., is a clinical psychologist in Los Angeles, and she has been to the cinema.
Bullying in the Female World
The Hidden Aggression Behind the Innocent Smile
"Kick him where it hurts" - "Punch him harder" - "Pin him down till he yells uncle".  These are some of the sounds associated with male aggression.  In fact, the word aggression was only applied to the males of our species, expressed in physical action and captured in words like hitting, pushing, punching, beating and ganging-up.  Included in any description was anger that seemed to be the force behind the aggressive act.  
Until fairly recently, there were no sounds associated with female aggression -- as if it didn't exist.
It's only in the last decade or so that aggression by the female -- in the form of social or relational aggression -- has been recognized.
What made me think of this was watching the film The Help based on the novel by Kathryn Stockett, now a popular new movie.  It is the story of life in Mississippi in the early 1960's and how a group of affluent White women relate to the Black maids who care for them and their children and how, in turn, the maids feel about how they are being treated.  It dramatically captures the distance between the two groups and the underlying racial biases of that time.

What struck me as I was watching the film is how it also dramatically and effectively captures the emotional and psychological violence of social aggression, including the sting and cruelty of the verbal "weapons" women use. 
The words now associated with female aggressive behavior include: excluding, ignoring, teasing, gossiping, secrets, backstabbing, rumor spreading and hostile body language (i.e., eye-rolling and smirking).  Most damaging is turning the victim into a social "undesirable".  
The behavior and associated anger is hidden, often wrapped in a package seen as somewhat .....
harmless or just a "girl thing". 
The covert nature of the aggression leaves the victim with no forum to refute the accusations and, in fact, attempts to defend oneself leads to an escalation of the aggression.  The film captures a number of these "weapons" as well as a pattern found in the interactions of males; the justification for the use of the same kind of aggression -- physical or social -- by the "good guy" in response to the original aggression by the "bad guy".
OK. The 'black maid' phenomenon may not be familiar outside of America, but the schoolyards across the western world have been breeding it for over a century. 
Comparison between male and female aggression shows strong and obvious similarities.  Motivation for both groups usually includes: a desire for power, for control, for achieving greater social status and popularity, jealousy, fear and derailing competition.  
Aggressive behavior for both male and female children can be found as early as preschool age, is most prevalent in adolescence and can, as the movie so clearly illustrates, continue well into adulthood.  
Both sexes form social structures that lead different members to assume specific roles and characteristics.  For example, in a female group (as seen in the movie) the one with the power is like the "Queen Bee" with a contingent of followers.  Her friends do what she wants, she is charming when she wants to be, she's manipulatively affectionate, she takes no responsibility for hurting another's feelings, and defines right and wrong by the loyalty or disloyalty shown to her. 
She is usually the one who decides who should be the victim.
The film also captures the dilemma of those who feel helpless to help the victim because of their need to not stir the anger of the Queen Bee and become alienated from the group.
What the film doesn't show is that the effects of social aggression can be longer lasting and more damaging than physical aggression. 
And where better to see that but on the street. Young women, barely out of the school training playground are 'empowered' to think they can take on men and exhibit the worst behaviours of the worst men. These are the product of Feminism.
Since the "weapons" have a stealth nature to them, there is less possibility of anticipating the specifics of an attack and fewer actions to defend against an attack.  This negative effect is particularly damaging during adolescence when the importance of acceptance in a peer group is maximized. 
Adding to the pain inflicted on the victim is the lack of support by teachers and other adults who view the bully -- often a popular and charismatic young woman -- as innocent of such negative behavior.  Thus the strong positive reputation of the bully makes it difficult for a victim to get validation of the bullying and causes a victim to suffer the additional pain of not being believed and not getting any support.
Relational aggression negatively impacts "mirroring" - a peer group's reflected reaction to an individual.  Caught in the web of punishing aggression by peers, a young person's internal sense of self becomes diminished and felt as being "a loser" - "a reject" and "not as good".  Self-esteem is low and feelings of insecurity may persist throughout life.  What is also affected is the ability to trust as an adult and to be free to be open to close relationships. 
A recent development in social aggression is cyber bullying, acted out by both sexes.  In this type of aggression, the perpetrator uses social networking tools - email, Facebook, Twitter - to inflict damage, particularly the spreading of socially harmful rumors of others.  
Recent reports of several suicides by young adolescents who were targeted speak to the damaging power of this kind of aggression.
I was also aware, watching this film, of how new technologies have changed our world.  In the 1960's the nature and power of relational aggression was more muted because these new stealth weapons did not yet exist.  
The Help ends on a positive note, in some ways mirroring the positive changes in race relationships since the 1960's and the civil rights movement.  
It may be time, with the power of the internet being used as a powerful weapon of covert aggression, to start a movement to change the nature of human relationships as they relate to both physical and social aggression.
Hmmmm. There IS a movement already but our society is well down the road to perdition rejecting it. It has been around for 2000 years and was getting to the point of 'forming' the backbone of our civilisation. But the decline and deliberate destruction of Christianity, starting in the 1500's and now followed up with 'enlightenment' and 'humanism', and Feminism, is busy opening the door to the sheer evil of Islam.

That our entertainment biz perpetuates and rewards the worst behaviours is often commented upon in the bars. Here is an example (which thankfully has not reached Oz shores - yet ). This is so clearly a put-up job, despite the faux hilarity of the situation, with those involved eager for their 20 seconds of focus upon them. 

And to move on from the riotous girls tackling and attacking men half again their size outside a pub, we were shown the hidden side of Domestic Violence with an astonishingly rare finding against a woman in a Court.
Controlling girlfriend 'first woman convicted' of new UK domestic abuse offence
A university graduate is believed to be the first woman convicted under new domestic abuse laws in the UK after scalding her boyfriend with boiling water, stabbing him and keeping food from him.
Jordan Worth, 22, banned her partner from their bed, decided what clothes he could wear, isolated him from friends and family and even took over his Facebook account.
She was jailed for seven-and-a-half years after pleading guilty to the offence of controlling or coercive behaviour in an intimate relationship, introduced in 2015, as well as wounding with intent and causing grievous bodily harm with intent.
Worth, came from a loving and supportive family, made her boyfriend's life a misery, exercising control over him deciding what he could wear shortly after they moved in together, Luton Crown Court heard.
Raised in Ridgmont, Herts, she had been a high performer at school and was a trained gymnast.
She gained a 2:1 Honours Degree in Fine Arts from the University of Hertfordshire and had been volunteering for an animal charity but wanted to become a teacher.
She had also raised money for children in Africa.
But Judge Nic Madge heard that there were two sides to Worth, who controlled every aspect of her partner's life at their home in the village of Stewartby in Bedfordshire.
Worth and her partner had met at college in 2012 when they were both 16, Maryam Syed, prosecuting, told the court.
She became violent towards the man, who suffered from hydrocephalus which is caused by a buildup of fluid inside the skull which made him vulnerable, using blunt objects to strike him, wounded him with a knife and didn't help him get to hospital for treatment.
For nine months he couldn't sleep in the same bed as her, the court was told.
The charge of controlling or coercive behaviour covered a period from April of 2016 to June 2017, when police were called to the couple's home.
Neighbours said they often heard them arguing and the sounds of things being thrown in the house, Syed said.
The victim was heard by his neighbours shouting at Worth: "Get off me, you are hurting me."
He was seen on occasions with black eyes and to be limping and with his arm in sling.
Once Worth was seen at window by a neighbour "armed" with a screwdriver or hammer, the court heard.
Another neighbour heard the victim shouting "Get off me. Get off my head. Don't keep doing that to my head."
The court heard it was in June of last year that neighbours called police to the couple's home in the village in the early hours after hearing shouting.
Paramedics noted injuries to his hand, burns to arms and legs which were being self treated with cling film.
There was cling film round his ankles, and a hand wound that was bleeding.
He was taken to Bedford Hospital's acute clinical unit and then to Addenbrookes Hospital.
The prosecutor said he had second and third degree burns which will leave permanent scarring. The court was told Worth had thrown boiling hot water over her partner.
On June 6 he was examined at the Lister Hospital in Stevenage and found to have burns on his legs as well as stab wounds about his body and limbs.
Days later Worth was arrested.
Judge Madge told Worth that as well as the violence she had carried out on her partner she had refused him adequate bedding and food.
He said she would "belittle" her partner and discouraged him from contacting friends and his family.
"She accepts that she has in the past, on a number of occasions, used blunt objects and implements to strike him and that he suffered injuries as a result of her doing so," he said.
"She accepts using boiling or hot water to cause injury to him. She accepts that she has in the past used a knife to cause injury to her partner.
"He suffered from hydrocephalus and had a vulnerable head and he became increasingly isolated."
Worth, who is now in a new relationship, was made the subject of a restraining order which prevents her from contacting her ex for an indefinite period.
I presume her new partner is a complete half-wit and would hope he does not visit this Tavern. She too. 

Is Mz Worth with her education and empowerment an ususual case? Well it is unusual for her to be sentenced to jail for seven years. Just think, had she been a man who put a piece of bacon at the door of a mosque she would have got a 15 year sentence.

The world is mad and getting badder.

Let us peer over the hedge and see the sort of girls we are breeding. Again, the entertainment bizzo takes girls (and boys) and turns them into the sort one tries to avoid.

I prefer the sugar and spice. And the bacon.

Drink up.


Monday, April 23, 2018

Sanctificetur Nomen Tuum

Down in the Crypt half the morning going through my operating procedure notes. Well, it is just a step from the barrels that I have to hook up. But such chores do give me the opportunity to get on my knees. One runs a Tavern according to routines and SOPs. 

It is essential to know one's place in the scheme of things and that others have 'gone before'.  They have given us a wealth of guidance.  SOPs. What good is a Knight that does not know humility or its essential stabilising role; what use one that does not see the higher purpose to which his profession calls? Even a retired Knight who only occasionally puts his old armour on and then just to see if it still fits. (It doesn't, I am sad to say, such is old age and avoirdupois).

I am not a bit embarrassed to say that I pray daily.  Morn and night. Indeed, often during the day too. It is a duty.

Many of the several hundred thousand visitors to the Tavern have seen me busy and listening to all the conversations of others  (and what a great bunch of customers they are too. Some are far better men and women than I and I am happy to hear what they say ) as I pull pints and wipe tables, without realising that prayer takes up much of the thought that goes on at those lower levels of  my consciousness. When my own daily doings thoughts quieten, I can hear the Rosary being recited, and not just by me. 

But down in the quiet of the Crypt I hear it very clearly. And there, at the start, I say that which my Supplier gave me to say.

That is on Page one of the SOPs, listed under 'Start Here'.

Of course over time there have been variations on the theme. I say it in English. Of course. But also in Latin. The Pater Noster. It is the language of the Church and has been for nigh on 2000 years.  It is a beautiful language too. 

In Church, where I attend a Traditional Latin Mass, it is often sung. I don't sing out loud there as I have a dreadful voice, but I do quietly to m'self so as not to put off those around me. In the Crypt, alone, I can let rip. 

There are other Traditions though, especially in the 'Eastern', or 'Orthodox' Church. 

The Pope was in Georgia (not the US State one) recently for a superb ceremonial featuring a big hairy Monkish priest and a young, clear-voiced girl leading the standing congregation. They sang in Aramaic. The same, eternal prayer given to us. 

 It must move you. Surely.

Some say that my Supplier, who always sends me notes in English as he knows my limitations, spoke Aramaic, and perhaps He did. But He was a Jew, and today's Jews speak Hebrew (when they are not speaking English or other languages). So I am pleased that someone explained how to me, as one would to a seven year old in a classroom.

A Good Knight, even one turned Tavern Keeper, prays morn and night. He is a warrior in a Great Battle. 

Just as a modern aviating knight goes through his check-lists, so he must also have his prayers to check off before going into battle or on the practice joust.

The habit is essential.

We are so prone to error that care has to be excercised constantly. 

So he will attend to the Manufacturer's Operating Manuals and His Operating Procedures. We listen to the guidance of better men. Especially that particular better One. And he will cross himself before letting the brake off.

And he will find me, often, on my knees in the Crypt (the Briefing room?) below the hubub of the tavern's many room. There is a small sign on the door.

Et ne nos inducas in tentationem.


Saturday, April 21, 2018

Green Gold for Oz

Australia ought to be paid massively for our nett negative contribution to greenhouse gas CO2 emmitting. Yes, you heard that right. Nett negative. And so did I as I stood pulling pints today. We are ruining ourselves under our ridiculous Federal and State Government policies and the even worse, corrupt International policies foisted upon us by morons.  We give away billions to green crooks. President Trump was quite right to say that the 'Paris Agreement' was a load of horse manure and he was not going to have a bar of it, and Oz should say the same. 

Oz is green, clean and sustaining far better than most and....

Greenbacks should be flowing Oz way.

More.... we are not even telling everyone the facts of the matter so that they can see through the Greeny cant, whether we go along with the idea of AGW or not. 

But if AGW is real as the Green-deluded Politicians think then we should be being paid compensation by the UN and the International 'community', from the vast promised funds flowing into corrupt pockets, for cleaning up the atmosphere of other nation's backyards.

Oz is a Greeny deluded place but should be paid the Gold it is due.

But not because of Greenies or ther lackies and running dogs.

We had a couple of chaps in today to spell it out for us. First Ian Pilmer who likes to look into these matters, and who made the claim for compensation: and then Justin Campbell who has tasted the rotting fruits.
One lonely molecule…
The 24 million people in Australia generate 1.5 per cent of annual global human-induced CO2 emissions. USA emits 14 times and China emits 26 times more CO2 than Australia. 
Australia has 0.33 per cent of the global population.
Our high standard of living, a landmass of 7,692,024 square kilometres with a sparse inland population and greenhouse gas-emitting livestock, combined with the transport of livestock, food and mined products long distances to cities and ports, and the export of ores, coal, metals and food for 80 million people, result in high per capita CO2 emissions. 

Australia’s exports of coal, iron ore and gas contributes to increasing the standard of living, longevity and health of billions of people in Asia.
If Australia emits 1.5 per cent of global annual CO2 emissions, 3 per cent of the total annual global emissions are anthropogenic: and as the atmosphere contains 400 parts per million by volume of CO2, then one molecule in 6.6 million molecules in the atmosphere is CO2 emmitted from humans in Australia.   
This molecule has an atmospheric life of about 7 years before it is removed from the atmosphere by natural sequestration into life and limey sediments.
Australia has far greater economic priorities than to change a whole economy, increase energy costs, decrease employment and decrease international competiveness because of one poor lonely molecule of plant food in 6.6 million other atmospheric molecules. 
It is a very long bow to argue that this one molecule of plant food in 6.6 million other atmospheric molecules derived from Australia has any measurable effect whatsoever on global climate. Furthermore, it has yet to be shown that human emissions of CO2 drive global warming, so why even bother with a Renewables Energy Target?
Australia exports a significant global share of refined aluminium, zinc, lead, copper and gold and hence takes a per capita emissions hit for countries that import and use Australia’s metals, because smelting and refining in Australia result in CO2 emissions. Neither smelting nor refining of the metals for other countries could take place without burning fossil fuels. For example, a steel mill uses coal to reduce iron oxide into iron metal and the carbon in coal is oxidised to CO2. A modern economy cannot rely on sea breezes and sunbeams to generate base load electricity for industry and a decarbonised economy would be a deindustrialised economy.
Annual Australian per capita CO2 emissions are in the order of 20 tonnes per person. 
There are 30 hectares of forest and 74 hectares of grassland for every Australian and each hectare annually sequesters about 1 tonne of CO2 by photosynthesis. CO2 is plant food. On the continental Australian landmass, 
Australians are removing by natural sequestration more than three times the amount of CO2 they emit. 
Crops remove even more CO2 from the atmosphere. Australia’s net contribution to atmospheric CO2 is negative and this is confirmed by the net CO2 flux estimates from the IBUKI satellite CO2 data set.
Australia’s continental shelf is 2,500,000 square kilometres in area. Carbon dioxide dissolves in ocean water and the cooler the water, the more CO2 dissolves in water. Living organisms extract dissolved CO2 and calcium from seawater to build corals and shells. This natural marine sequestration locks away even more Australian  emissions of CO2 and adds to the negative contribution of atmospheric CO2 made by Australia.
Using the thinking of the IPCC, UN and activist green groups,...... 
Australia should be very generously financially rewarded with money 
....from populous, desert and landlocked countries, for removing from the atmosphere its own emitted CO2 AND the CO2 emissions from many other nations. 
By this method, wealthy Australia can take money from poor countries. This is, of course, normal for the green industry. For example, the subsidising of wind and solar power takes money from the poor and passes it on to companies making a fortune from the government’s RET.
It ain't going to happen, of course, as our politicians are just as in Thrall to stupidity and lies as the politicians of all other nations.

Stupid Rules.

But by my own quick pencilled calculations on the back of a beer coaster, for every 20 tonnes of CO2 our population of fine OzFolk produces, we gobble it all up plus 75 tonnes of the stuff produced by others in our region: and instead of us shelling out billions of OzBucks to them in Furrin' Aid, they should be filling our treasury.

And we experience the consequences right through society, even down to young Justin, for whom I had a pint ready when he stood. 
Why do you hate the environment?
Whenever I object to the government banning plastic bags or tripling my electricity bill, I’m always asked, “Why do you hate the environment?” 
The truth is: I don’t. 
What I do hate is environmentalism. I hate its eco-austerity, its quasi-religious demands for penance and its anti-human rejection of progress. 
I love the environment, its eco-diversity, clean air and its beauty. What I’m not prepared to do is give up on human progress and economic development for some vision of an environmental nirvana.
Last year, I travelled to Sydney for the Australian Libertarian Society’s Friedman Conference. My original Airbnb cancelled last minute and as a last resort I booked a room in “Sydney’s sustainability house”.

 To rent  $1500 a week: 3 bedrooms, 1 office, 1 bath, restful garden.
This inner Sydney terrace is offered as a whole house for lease from the month of June, 2018.
It is Sydney’s Sustainable House, one of Earth’s first inner city off-grid houses, a famous model of how to keep our lovely oceans and air clean.
Since 1996 four people have lived here for energy and water bills less than $300 a year.
You can, too.

(see what the owner says. Let him show you around. Click the link)
The Ultimo terrace house was completely off the grid, it generated its own solar electricity and stored it in batteries. The house used rainwater that my host informed me was cleaner than Sydney’s tap water. He told me that I was welcome to flush the toilet, but he chose to use water from a bucket he kept in the shower instead.
To say the amenities were basic is an understatement. The shower was cold and the lighting in my room was extremely dim. The experience reminded me of my trip tracking through the mountains of Nepal with its shack-like guesthouses. 
To my host’s credit he was practising what he preached 
....and was living the eco-austerity lifestyle demanded by environmentalism. I suspect most of Australia’s 24 million inhabitants are unwilling to do the same; even those who claim to support environmentalism.
My experience in Sydney contrasted starkly with environmentalism’s propaganda. On YouTube, I follow a British environmental technology channel, Fully Charged. The show’s focus is to test new technologies that allow environmentalists to go off the grid. 
One episode focused on a home that generated solar energy that was stored in Tesla batteries. The stored energy was used both to provide electricity to the home and charge an electric vehicle. While impressive, at no point in the show did it ever focus on the practicality of investing the best part of $100k to achieve what fossil fuels make affordable to even the poorest households.
What’s entirely absent from the policy discussion of environmentalists is any acknowledgement of their class privilege. Much of the cost of environmental policies fall on the poorest households. The poor subsidise the solar panels of the rich through their ever increasing electricity bills. 
When government mandates higher environmental standards it’s the poor who are disproportionately harmed through higher prices. 
It’s the poor who are harmed by the banning of plastic shopping bags being forced to buy expensive ‘green’ bags. 
The rich get to feel virtuous while the poor get higher prices.
Growing up in Queensland one of the most significant benefits of economic growth and globalisation was the increasing affordability of home air conditioning. Despite Willis Carrier inventing the modern air conditioner in 1902, until the 1990s few work class homes enjoyed such a luxury. I still have memories of being stuck in sweltering school classrooms while ceiling fans mockingly blew hot air down on us. Now many homes have air conditioning installed but the poorest homes can’t afford to turn it on due to rapidly increasing electricity prices.
Nowhere is the environmentalist rejection of human progress more apparent than in the case of coal. Carbon emissions can be reduced through improved energy efficiency, replacing old coal power stations with newer less emitting coal-powered technologies, nuclear power and via using renewables strategically to meet peak demand. Instead, the environmentalists demand the replacement of all coal power stations with expensive unreliable renewables.
The obsession with abolishing coal has resulted in increased energy prices, the de-industrialisation of Australia and less reliability in the energy supply. 
The effect of these policies was seen in South Australia after the Playford B power station was mothballed leaving the state at the mercy of wind power. Predictably South Australia experienced blackouts and higher energy prices. The state soon announced a $550 million energy package that included the purchase of the world’s biggest lithium battery farm from Tesla and the building of a new gas power plant. 
One must wonder how much cheaper a more rational attitude towards coal would have been.
One doesn’t have to be an environmentalist to care about the environment or to be concerned about climate change. 
There’s a difference between good policy and ideology 
– one weighs the costs vs the benefits of any policy change; the other is driven by quasi-religious devotion. For too long environmental policy has been driven by ideology and emotion. Australia deserves better than to have its future ruined by green ideologues. Through rational unemotional policy Australia can have a cleaner future without destroying the economy and imposing eco-austerity on the masses.
(Justin works in technology and has degrees in accounting and economics. He lives in Brisbane, Queensland. He is a reformed leftie having previously been a member of the Australian Democrats and the Australian Labor Party. Justin is passion about protecting free markets and a free society. He is interested in free speech advocacy, social liberties and free market economic reform.)

He and Ian were given the finest Ales on the house.

Drink up and Think up.

Pray for Oz.

We need it.


Friday, April 20, 2018

Teachers: The Red Cent Rules.

There are older teachers around today that are as depressed about modern education as many of the Tavern's customers. Most ordinary punters, both dads and mums consumed with work, send their kids to what passes for schools, whether they like it or not, to have their little chaps and chapesses spend more time with a (very possibly) uneducated moron than they do with themselves. It is a bleak picture. Older folk remember many of their early years' teachers with affection and gratitude, but few kids today will have such pleasant memories.

The big cities have schools of a wide variety of dismal and deceptive  'performance indicators', but to find a school with 'sound', mature, adults in charge of the shebang or the classroom needs an armed posse. The more 'rural' areas may be on a better footing. There are good teachers and bad, but Gresham's Law affects more than simply the vast amount of 'government' money poured into the system, along with curriculum directives, as some sort of curative.

We had a fine American lady teacher in today, brought along by the Tavern's own fine lady. Peggy is rural teacher, known by the community in which she lives, out in the sticks in America. Where the Tavern is, too, is deemed 'rural', so we welcomed a kindred spirit.  And she had some insightful observations ! As did an Oz gentleman.

Let us start with him. Mark Evans.
Teaching the History of Nothing
Many who emerge with a Bachelor of Arts degree rightly earn and confirm the poor reputation that degree now confers. They come out knowing nothing, and many plunge black into the schools, this time as teachers, to pass on nothing. It is a depressing sort of carousel.
How we teach history
“We are not concerned about the narrative of events, or the retelling of history,” I have heard so many times I have lost count, “we are interested in skills.”
Thus, history teaching is not about content—a dirty word among the ACARA curriculum gurus—but is instead about skills. What good is knowledge to students? Who cares if they can recount the events of 1066, or the fall of the Roman Republic, or the Pacific Campaign? What relevance will it have to their daily lives, to their future role in the workforce? 
But skills: now, there’s a word we can get behind. Everybody likes skills. What could be of better utility?
We have become, even among our educated classes, a post-learning society. Ostensibly, the internet has been the vehicle of this shift in consciousness; with information on anything easily obtained, we have no need to carry it about in our own skulls any longer. Of course, information is not the same as knowledge, and without knowledge, wisdom is difficult to obtain. 
Sending unformed young minds to the internet for knowledge is like sending them to a sewer for fresh water. 
I am no longer startled by the abject lack of general knowledge among everybody under the age of fifty. Once, we might have said they knew a lot about a little, or a little about a lot; now it seems they know very little about very little. 
ACARA’s unwieldly response to this shift is to turn learning history into the learning of abstract skills, transferable everywhere—the best response to the interconnected world. It is, in essence, to swallow more of the same poison. The antidote is rigour, but rigour won’t be found in the utilitarian and progressive model of teaching.
He had a great deal more to say after setting the dismal scene on this dismal profession. (follow the link, for more)

Part of that 'progressive model' of teaching involves driving men from the classrooms in case they fall into their supposed and mal-anticipated base, patriarchal instincts and sexually abuse the children, and stuffing the staff rolls with young women who 'know their rights'. But very little else. 

The Education departments in Oz are fiefdoms run by Marxist-feminist lackies who do not find it difficult to herd all the catty girls who pass as teachers. Those moronic drones are quite comfortable with 'teaching' the most outrageous, anti-scientific, marxist, gender-drivel in order to turn small boys and girls into small girls and boys at best and intersexed, confused and dismayed 'trans', gay, lesbian, polyamoritic clones of the most rabid voices in our worst Universities, at worst. 

The worst is winning.

The mind and soul wreckers use 'bullying' as a foil to fool. Their aim is nothing to do with reforming badly behaved children, but how to make them even more badly behaved, confused and guilty teens and adults. They say so themselves. 

The filth mongers like Mz Roz Ward know full well that the materials they devise  will be implemented by wishy-washy, morally bereft young female teachers, who will themselves be tittilated and recommend the prescribed 'internet sources'. Too few of those young women will say 'NO', nor even 'what part of NO don't you understand?'. They are in the sisterhood, like it or not.

Voices get raised when the drivel comes back to the parents in homework assignments. Then the parents start to grumble: the politicians and ex-pollies stand up, some like Mark Latham to condemn - after the horse has bolted - and some to defend their incompetence and spending profligance.

The kiddies do not have to delve into the internet to be poisoned, but directed thereto they are anyway. To homosexual sites. To LGBT-perversion sites which are so pornographic that even a hardened cop fresh from marching in the gay Mardi Gras would blush.

The influence of sound lady teachers wanes. But some, like Peggy Goodrich still speak out fearlessly to an audience that refuses to listen any more. 

We did though. 

The dumbing-down of the intellectual potential of our children is going on hand in hand with dumbing-down their moral potential.

She points out that it not only mum and dad barely see their kids compared to teachers, but that the whole of the decaying society portrayed on TV gets more attention than either. Our kids have little chance.
Changing moralities: World hardening us to accept decaying values as norm.
Are you concerned about the moral decay of our time? 
Think about it.
My grandma never wore trousers. 
She might wear an old pair of overalls over her dress to work in the field or pick blackberries, but she was always a lady about it. 
During that generation women seldom showed their ankles and never their upper arms. When styles changed to shorter dresses, she always wore hose, no matter how tattered they were. She would be shocked at the way some people dress nowadays. We show upper arms, nearly all our legs and heaven knows what else in public and polite society. Not only the women, but gentlemen could be more tastefully attired.
In early days women dressed up for church or town to do their shopping. They not only wore gloves but a hat. Now nearly every church is open to pant suits for ladies. As long as we are dressed decent, I have no quarrel with that, as I think God looks at the heart and faithfulness and not our fashion sense. What we wear, as long as we are modestly and appropriately attired, does not diminish our attitude of worship.
It seems to me that there are so many shows on television and in the movies that want to shock our senses. Words that we would have gotten our mouths washed out with soap for if we had uttered them, seem to be the norm now. Bad words are being accepted to some now as a normal.
It is my opinion that there is a great deal of trash in our entertainment fields during the day, in prime-time, and definitely after prime times. 
The people I know and associate with do not live their lives in such a reckless manner. 
There is nothing left to the imagination. The producers and directors of these shows seem to think that everyone lives like their scripts portray, but we don’t.
I am constantly appalled at the way producers take what is a beautiful expression of married love and turn it into something cheap and tawdry, by making it acceptable and commonplace for unmarried, immature couples. Is nothing sacred any more? Am I the only one who feels this is a mockery of something honorable and created by God?
Are we getting hardened to the things that are so acceptable now? Do we ignore some of the actions and words that used to startle or shock us? Have we grown that accustomed to seeing them that we are accepting those values as the norm?
It must be difficult in today’s world for parents to teach their children.... 
right from wrong and decency from indecency.  
By the looks of some young people we see, many parents have failed their job, if they were even trying in the first place. Advertisers appeal to the young, sexy look for little girls barely 10. Many look like 10 going on 30. What has happened to children being children without all the appearances and responsibilities of adulthood?
The thing that concerns me is that we are little-by-little, gradually learning to accept what we see or hear as being normal and natural and appropriate behavior. My wise and wonderful grandpa used to say, “You can get used to hanging if you hang long enough.” In retrospect, maybe that was his way of trying to impress on us about our getting accustomed to and accepting ways we find unattractive or uncomfortable or appalling
I do realize I am old-fashioned. 
I think we need to treat our bodies as temples. We should not expose ourselves for the world to see. We should keep our words clean and comforting and kind. We should respect ourselves and others. We should have decency of manners and thoughtfulness. 
If we would simply go back to the Ten Commandments the Lord handed down to us, many of our troubles would cease. 
And the Golden Rule too, to treat others as we would like to be treated. This is beginning to sound like a sermon, but as I said, I am old-fashioned.
There are so many beautiful words in our language. There are so many beautiful things to enjoy and see. There are so many wonderful things about people, why would we stoop to accepting ugly, tasteless values and words in our lives? 
Birds of a feather flock together ... so we need to watch who we fly with. We need to choose our friends carefully.
I love many, many things about teaching at Hillsdale Christian School.
I should point out here that Peggy's school is entirely funded by parents. Peggy is fortunate that the 'Government' does not provide a red cent - and let's face it, 'Progressive' (socialist ) education is mostly red. 

Here, Parents Pay and Rule.

America and Oz differ in a number of respects, one of which is government funding and dictat. Another is the American propensity for parents to vent their polite spleen on 'School Boards'. And they do.

One thing in particular that I appreciate is the absence of bad words. Neither the teachers nor the students resort to such language to express themselves. They all have such high moral standards. They are never judgmental of others. They all have such exquisite manners. They are all so helpful and kind. I could go on and on with compliments. They have touched my life and taught me s-o-o-o-o-o-o much.
I don’t think I could teach in public schools as the rules seem more lax there. I know it is very difficult for teachers to keep order as they must deal with so many home habits of their students. What is a shock to some teachers is a norm for many of the pupils who hear and see more than we can ever imagine.

Teachers cannot teach their religious beliefs to their charges nor express right from wrong. 
Patriotism is often lost in the shuffle trying to please everybody’s origin. The same with scripture reading and prayer. 
I was astonished at a Facebook message regarding the school shootings. 
The caption was, “Where were you, God in all this?” His reply, “I am sorry but I was ordered to leave the schools and not interfere with the education system.” So sad.
Thank you Peggy.

When she has gone, retired and rested, she will be missed.

All the 'sound' older teachers are almost spent now. Treasure them while you may. 

Drink to them and weep for your kids.

And Stand Up to the wreckers.


Thursday, April 19, 2018

Putting a Foot Forward, Pays.

Blokes and Ballet. I don't think about them much but I do like to see some girly ballet in the Tavern. When I shed my armour and bar-keeper apron I can scrub up well in a Dinner Jacket and watch the pretty girls, dancing. Its a feminine bizzo, ballet. Girls in tiny or whispy skirts, gracefully - and I have to acknowledge, athletically - leaping around on the restaurant stage area is a real treat. But the blokes? Hmmmm. Still, during the rehearsals for this evening's show, I learned a few things. For instance it seems to be a good gig for the lesser competent chaps who like to cavort with girls. 

Not that the blokes are not athletic in their own way, just lesser 'skilled' than the gals it seems, and less 'appealing' to a girl in the manly department, but I am not a dancer m'self. Oz does not have the American entertainment history of 'musicals' where jackaroos dance in from from the outback from herding cows or knife-wielding Somali thugs sashay down Collins street Melbourne to confront an equally hilarious mob of  leaping Lebanese 'skins' or 'jets'.  Nor coloured street gangs in Wagga Wagga who 'rap' and spin, trying to convince onlookers that they have a bit of manliness about them or even that they can dance. They don't. They can't. Michael Jackson just looked silly most of the time. 

One has to wonder about their genders though and there are so many these days. 'Man' does not figure highly. So we do not have that many of them nor many manly ballet dancers. But for some in the Tavern (I won't name names) who are always looking for me to say something about Manliness, let these ballet-guys serve as negative examples.

A very brief display of femininity from Anna Sysoeva seems to underscore the point.

Ballet seems short of manliness somehow, and would you believe short of feminists too!  But apparantly it pays well. Pays men well, that is.  Not a peep or a point from the 'wimmin' who are usually magnavocal about pay gaps.  Have you ever given that a passing thought?  Me neither. 

I shared a table with Madison Breshears as the rehearsals progressed. 
Feminists don’t care about the gender gap in ballet. 
Why should we care about the one in tech?
What, if anything, do ballet and tech have in common? The obvious answer is that both fields show highly disproportionate gender distributions.
Less acknowledged but no less relevant is this uncomfortable commonality: Both are industries where it pays to be in the sexual minority. I know, because I was a ballet dancer for 16 years.
In the ballet world, men’s unfair advantage in hiring and casting is as widely understood and as rarely acknowledged as is the rampant anorexia.
A less skilled male dancer is more likely to land a role or get a job than a female dancer of comparable skill. Due to the scarcity of men, the hurdles to a professional career are distinctly lower than they are for most women.
Anyone who says something similar about women in the tech industry does so at their own peril. It is assumed and unquestioned that pervasive sexism and systematic discrimination against women are to blame for their underrepresentation. But then, how did a field like tech, once dominated by nerds regularly bullied by their more athletic and popular peers, suddenly become replete with toxic masculinity?
The answer? It didn’t.
I was born in the mid-nineties, and I’m still old enough to recall a time when demographic trends by sex weren’t a titillating subject of conversation for anyone other than advertisers interested in strategic marketing, let alone a source of widespread concern. 
Today, gender patterns once regarded as the facts of life elicit outrage, investigation, and legislation across our country.
Particularly telling was the 2017 controversy over Google employee James Damore’s infamous memo. As you might recall, the widely-circulated manifesto made headlines for its subversive use of statistical trends, psychology, scientific data, and several well-placed bullet points. His thesis? The underrepresentation of women in the tech industry may not necessarily be the result of sexism or discrimination, but of differing interests, choices, or personality trends seen between genders on average. 
Damore went on to say that the tech giant’s programs and practices intended to eliminate the gender gap in question were manifesting in unjust treatment of men within the company.
This seems like common sense to a lot of people, but it certainly upset the prevailing assumptions at Google. The well-researched but socially suicidal document led to Damore's termination, catapulting Damore into an overnight viral sensation as the antichrist of the feminist Left and the champion for the politically-incorrect everywhere.
I was sitting in a ballet studio, warming up before class, when I was unexpectedly prompted to revisit the idea of the “gender gap.” 
Surrounded by that standard 20:1 female to male ratio, I asked myself, where is the public outrage? 
If we tend to assume that occupational gender disparities are invariably the result of injustice, then, by all accounts, ballet was suffering from an epidemic of anti-male sexism.
Lucinda Dunn, the artistic director at the Tanya Pearson Classical Coaching Academy, addressed the question of whether there were more boys going in to ballet.

But Dunn, a former principal artist at the Australian Ballet, said there was one reason why men would always be important for classical ballet.

"The reality is you can't be a female ballerina if you don't have someone to stand behind you."

So, most often he is just a 'prop'.

Looking at Auditions and the wannabees can illustrate for us. A point to note is who is in charge! 
But that obviously isn’t the case, and you don’t need to launch an investigative campaign into casting or hiring practices to know why. 
Men, on average, simply are not as interested in ballet as women. 
It isn't even close, and thus neither are the numbers of men and women in ballet.
I remember distinctly from my youth the tinge of jealousy and injustice I felt watching my less talented male peers win medals, receive scholarships, and land company positions that I never did. I understand Damore's point from a deeply personal perspective.
But there is one crucial caveat: While my experience and those of women like me in ballet are an unfortunate but inevitable fact of the industry, Damore and other male Google employees are, in fact, suffering from blatant sex discrimination.
Ballet, after all, can't be done without male roles
Its canonical repertoire demands opposite-sex partnering choreography. There is no analogous constraint in the tech industry to excuse its discrimination in favor of one sex over the other. There is no inherent reason why women need to work in tech; coding is as colorblind as it is sexually indiscriminate. 
Notice him, back there?
Yet, Google is employing discrimination against one sex and in favor of the other to combat an assumed problem — latent sexism supposedly causing the enormous gender disparity in tech — for whose existence the evidence is elusive.
The selective outrage of feminists over disparities like the one in tech is revealing. 
There is a conspicuous shortage of school programs, campaigns, marches, and hashtags to end the gender gap in, say, teaching, or counselling, which according to the Bureau of Labour Statistics are professions overwhelmingly dominated by women
Nursing is a pretty good gig — it pays well, is flexible, and nurses can find work anywhere. So, where should we look for the anti-male bias that made it so that more than 90 percent of nurses are women?
Meanwhile, you will search in vain for the calls to eliminate the overrepresentation of men in mining, trucking, sewage, and garbage collecting. The reason for all this is that the feminist Left isn't so much a political movement for equality with a consistent philosophy as much as it is an expression of rage over the fact that men and women tend to make different career decisions.
They are, however, right about one thing. Perhaps the only feasible way of totally eliminating their favourite misread statistic and rallying cry, the “gender wage gap,” would be to strong-arm the nation's most prestigious companies into discriminating against men, or alternatively, to coerce very large numbers of women into professions and career paths that they consistently opt not to pursue when given a free choice, in spite of the incentives.
I salute women who work in fields where they’re outnumbered, but I don’t appreciate or support policies that patronize women at men’s expense for the sake of “diversity” in any occupation, under any circumstances. 
My female friends in STEM agree, and they aren’t the ones pushing for these ridiculous reparations.
As for the radical feminists, you might ask them, if they feel so strongly about equal representation, why didn’t they themselves pursue a degree in engineering? Expect to hear something like, “well, I did always prefer English, and calculus was such a bore.”
While all that chat was going on, some girls were taking the stage to do what a military chap like m'self might call 'Drill'.  And as ever, there is always one!!
We like a bit of fun with our arty evenings.

But I sat back to watch the rest of the show, which you could see if you came by in person this evening. I am open to learning about the bizzo.... and watch pretty girls. The 'Chorus' girl was always a fantasy but in Ballet they work hard.

It isn't as though they get paid all that much. They are paid on gigs and rehearsals. Often just 38 weeks of the year. Your superstar can pull in big bucks but the rest?

Many ballerinas have been training for most of their lives to become a principal dancer, usually starting classes around the age of seven. Dance students can train between eight-to-10 years before landing professional work.

Professionally, dancers start out as apprentices before moving to the lowest level of their company, the corps de ballet. There, they can be promoted to coryph√©es, where they may be given small solos. 

The next step is becoming a soloist, who often learns principal parts as an understudy should the principal have to miss a show. 

Principal dancers or senior principals are the highest-ranking in every company – the stars of the show. How much do ballerinas make throughout this process?

 It varies greatly but generally sticks to the following range: (US$)
Apprentice (New Dancer): $125 – $800 per week
Corps de Ballet dancer: $325 - $1,500 per week

Principal Dancer: $53,000 - $150,000+ a year for the top companies

Pay gap? 

At 20 gals for every chap, it is surprising the chaps want any pay at all. !

Maybe feminists and their acolytes who like to be the only gals in a man-work place, should consider the 'side-benefit' aspects of the pay differentials too.

I can hear the outrage already. Hahahahaha.

I gave all the guys drinks on the house.

All the ladies too, of course.

I leave you with one more. The very famous. Yes, Nureyev and Fonteyn. I was never impressed by his attempts at manliness. An oversized cod-piece does not convince. But you assess for yourselves.