"Climate change" programming is going to do more damage to OCD-type children than anything else, I believe. When antiviral measures were implemented into elementary schools en large during the Coof, I remember seeing large accounts poasting about how wearing masks and standing in line for the bathroom will socially retard children. These people are wrong; the greatest casualties of "masking" neuroticism is older people who watch CNN and think that backwards rednecks MURDERED 300,000 beautiful Black bodies by not wearing cloth head coverings (I still see "people" wearing masks outside, walking by themselves. This is mental illness, of course). Young people are generally outside of politics, all of it is forced on to them and is just another confusing thing that adults do. There is no way to make a child understand partisan politics, it's not visceral enough (this is also my opinion on much of the Woke teacher stuff, e.g. the preschool rooms adorned with homo flags. None of the kids understand or really care, all that will happen is they'll look back and think about how weird a thing was). Climate change is different, because children love nature and playing outside, and you can show them time-lapses of coral reefs turning gray and dying. I remember watching some David Attenborough documentary with my young sister. Each episode was based on a different biome, the last being the human city. At the end of the documentary, there was a sequence that showed baby turtles hatching and moving towards the city instead of the ocean due to light pollution. These infant turtles were then quickly crushed by cars and falling into drainage pipes. The moral of the entire things was that this is somehow the viewer's fault. Now, years later, my sister doesn't eat meat and always switches the lights in our house off, to save energy. I can imagine there are many similar cases.
In middle school, we had to watch footage of the September 11 attacks. My friend was scared afterwards that Muslims would fly a plane into our tiny private Religious school. I remember making fun of him.
Actually, reading through all this, I remember something strange/funny from pre-kindergarten. My classes' enormously fat teacher wanted us to play a round of Duck Duck Goose. I was a very nervous child, and desperately wanted to avoid playing. I remember saying repeatedly that I didn't want to play, and being forcefully told that I had to. Right before the game began, when everyone was sitting in a circle, I sprinted away from the group. My teacher was very mad, and had to chase me around the playground. I eventually tried to crawl under a trailer and was dragged out. At this point I was crying very hard. I remember being yelled at, then taken to the Principal's office to sit in silence. The most vivid part of this memory is me sitting in the office and feeling the cold breeze of the fan, and being very relieved that I got out of playing the game. Maybe this means something. It probably doesn't.
All of this weirdness is a mixture of impotent maternal age female teachers and bureaucracy. Women in their 30s-50s love the feeling of influencing children, for obvious reasons, so they go out of their way to make memorable lessons about different (usually libtard coded) subjects (the miracle of childbirth, the horrors of the Holocaust) to children who don't understand or don't care. The bureaucracy aspect is present whenever these strange things are sponsored by an institution, for example, a fireman coming to a school to explain how to "stop, drop, and roll." Someone in a meeting, probably also a woman, came up with this idea to help "teach kids" or whatever, and nobody cared enough to vote no. I'm not sure why there seem to be recurring tropes (housefires, quicksand???). My best guess is because none of these people are creative, and so tend to copy whatever other 40 year old teachers are doing, snowballing into strange recurrences.
JohnTrent Wrote:Acts of Terror
This one might not require so much explanation, since it has to be mandated nationwide at this point. This started happening in the late 2000s - early 2010s but the actual subject was never clear: depending on the lockdown, the rehearsal subject could be Al Qaeda or a Columbine event. I remember specifically that they stressed the former in elementary school, even though this was highly implausible. This also wasn't built on anything rational because they would mention bombs, leading me to wonder why we would remain inside in the first place. It became more prominent as the years went by, centered more around mass shootings this time around, but it seems a desired effect was to decrease trust among the students. If everyone inside was aware of the rehearsal plans, then anyone planning to pull off a mass shooting could achieve their wish. Intentional or unintentional, the result was students taking tasks into their own hands and determining who was most likely to do it, and naturally the choices are the sensitive and/or the asocial. This was bolstered through bad rehearsal ideas, one including "throw classroom objects at the shooter". Defeating Adam Lanza with a barrage of mechanical pencils, what could go wrong? The school staff may or may not have realized just how bad these ideas really were, but it certainly inspires a response from the students, which is to fear one another and hope to single out the bad apple ASAP. Tie this in with the fear of incels, and you have a perfect recipe for turning intelligent White male teenagers into pariahs.
In middle school, we had to watch footage of the September 11 attacks. My friend was scared afterwards that Muslims would fly a plane into our tiny private Religious school. I remember making fun of him.
Actually, reading through all this, I remember something strange/funny from pre-kindergarten. My classes' enormously fat teacher wanted us to play a round of Duck Duck Goose. I was a very nervous child, and desperately wanted to avoid playing. I remember saying repeatedly that I didn't want to play, and being forcefully told that I had to. Right before the game began, when everyone was sitting in a circle, I sprinted away from the group. My teacher was very mad, and had to chase me around the playground. I eventually tried to crawl under a trailer and was dragged out. At this point I was crying very hard. I remember being yelled at, then taken to the Principal's office to sit in silence. The most vivid part of this memory is me sitting in the office and feeling the cold breeze of the fan, and being very relieved that I got out of playing the game. Maybe this means something. It probably doesn't.
All of this weirdness is a mixture of impotent maternal age female teachers and bureaucracy. Women in their 30s-50s love the feeling of influencing children, for obvious reasons, so they go out of their way to make memorable lessons about different (usually libtard coded) subjects (the miracle of childbirth, the horrors of the Holocaust) to children who don't understand or don't care. The bureaucracy aspect is present whenever these strange things are sponsored by an institution, for example, a fireman coming to a school to explain how to "stop, drop, and roll." Someone in a meeting, probably also a woman, came up with this idea to help "teach kids" or whatever, and nobody cared enough to vote no. I'm not sure why there seem to be recurring tropes (housefires, quicksand???). My best guess is because none of these people are creative, and so tend to copy whatever other 40 year old teachers are doing, snowballing into strange recurrences.
