Earlier today I noticed a young woman sitting on a bench under the staircase at the library with a pre-schooler. On the surface this paints a picture of Americana at its finest. What could show great parenting better than a mother enhancing such a young child's mental development? It is also nice to realize that our country has so many fine libraries for people to use at little or no charge.
Young children will likely be very pleased after becoming aware of libraries and other fine legacies left to them by our generation.
Indeed, one might visualize a child dressed in traditional colors, like pink or blue but her child was framed in shades of a more dismal American tradition. Khaki green pants complimented a camouflage shirt in this chilling childhood fashion ensemble.
With the way I dress, anyone who sees me realizes that I'm no fashion consultant. Still, programming our children for war at such an early age can't bring world peace in the foreseeable future. Why not let them decide if killing others to profit only the idle-rich is a good thing?
In a tradition my friends and readers have come to expect, I'll close with musical lyrics.
Teach Your Children
Sung by: Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Teach Your Children
by Graham Nash
You, who are on the road
Must have a code
That you can live by.
And so, become yourself
Because the past
Is just a goodbye.
Teach your children well
Their father's hell
Did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The ones they pick
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
And you (Can you hear and)
Of tender years (Do you care and)
Can't know the fears (Can you see we)
That your elders grew by (Must be free to)
And so please help (Teach your children)
Them with your youth (You believe and)
They seek the truth (Make a world that)
Before they can die (We can live in)
Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The ones they pick
The one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.