I guess my age is finally making me bitter. Don’t get me wrong, I tend to look at the glass and say it’s half full. But lately I am getting pretty irritated waiting for the waiter to refill it.
I attended my daughter’s open house at school a few weeks ago, to meet her teachers and to scope out the classroom propaganda. Really, that’s why I go. You learn a lot from the paraphernalia teachers display in their classrooms. Most of the time I am not surprised at what I find. Besides the usual “Books Bring You the World” and “Go Team Go!!” stuff, most is germane to the class. I seldom worry about teachers that have had plenty of classroom, and parental, experience. But the new teachers are another story.
This year’s winner of Aggie’s Apparatchik Award™ goes to my daughter’s English teacher. He tends to…… change the rules in the middle of the game. I write this as my daughter is upstairs redoing her essay because he changed his mind on the requirements, even after she had physical proof of his previous requirements via voice memo. But she will not be beaten. Anyway, at the open house the glaring item in his classroom was not any quotation, or pictures of literary giants. One item stood out like a nuke among the daisies:
Yes, a big flag with a similar picture on it. Turns out the school has a Peace Club. I sat there and let him babble on about his expectations and all I could think was how absolutely worthless the whole thing is. It’s a noble thing, wanting world peace. But it is unattainable. The only way to achieve it is individually, each person seeking it on his or her own terms, and not forcing it on others. What peace means to me is definitely not what peace means to ArmedGeek. And I can damn well guarantee our version of peace isn’t Islam’s version of peace.
Hubby brought up the idea of “One Voice” not long ago. It’s a similar concept: all the people of the world living under one voice, one idea, one peace. His question to those who wish to live under “One of Every Platitude”: Whose voice??
And this is what I mean when I say it’s an impossibility: no one will ever agree on the Voice (unless Blake Shelton is involved, and maybe not even then). And no one will ever agree on what “peace” means, either. All cultures define peace differently, so how can anyone expect one to rise over the others as being absolute? And how would agreement or consensus be reached? And at what expense?
Peace is a worthless platitude used to bend people to the will of a few. Every time I see the dove used as a peace symbol, I am reminded of its history, and I am sickened by it. So count me out. My version of peace is grounded in reality.
The odds are ever in my favor.