Is it cos I is think, innit? The very mention of anyone tinkering with the education system will always bring the big Statists and the hairy lipped Guardian readers out of their diversity inclusive cooperatives. Their rage at anyone daring to suggest that the result of 40 years of Fabian fiddling has been anything other than disastrous is matched only by their insistence that under their regime, all have received prizes and four legs are good.
Except of course, the UK is no longer a seat of learning – our schools are no longer the bastions of a solid education so admired by the rest of the Empire. They are s*ithole crowd control mechanisms FOR the rest of the Empire. In our desperate attempt to ensure that everybody starts and reaches the finishing line in perfect harmony we have thrown the very mechanisms that allowed us to succeed out of the window. Gone are the Grammar schools that spotted a prize bloom whilst still a bud, gone are the structures of learning that enabled this country to develop Universities capable of changing the world. Instead, we have a generation of entitlement driven spoilt bastards demanding their rights to be unproductive, uncooperative and downright unemployable.
Pumped full of worthless celebrity titbits instead of the power to compute and take decisions, the majority of our youth will head out into the big wide world fully aware their only chance to escape their fate is to win the lottery or get their tits out hanging off the arm of a Premiership footballer. The “diversity” awards and certificates, so readily handed out by teachers incapable of anything approaching teaching long stuffed down the back of the sofa this generation will spend most of their tawdry lives sat upon. Not for them the thrill of research or innovation, no spark of entrepreneurial fire beyond calculating to the last penny how much in housing benefit they are “entitled” to.
Those who managed to fight their way through the glass ceiling of “equality” will now have to pay an extra £30,000 out of their own pockets at University to prove that they can stand out from the drab and dreary wage and benefit drones spilling out on to the streets. Only on the production of a degree can any employer stand a chance of not actually employing an illiterate, innumerate mouth breathing oaf who eats with his fists because no one ever taught him not to – lest he be “offended”.
So, at long last, it’s back to O Levels and A Levels that actually meant something. 3 A levels meant you were amongst the 10% who would set off on the road of Academia. It’s back to exams that actually tested the ability of a child to learn and process information, not just attend a class and pass a test. Employers will once again be able sort the wheat from the generic State produced horse manure and prepare their businesses for growth and innovation. Our children will be able to plot a route to academic success despite the hurdles so meticulously placed by the “one size fits all” morons we allow near our children. Those who are not academic could be taught how to build or design, how to fix or create, in technical colleges – offered real apprenticeships to produce goods that will sell, not youth club attendance schemes to learn hip hop graffiti and DJ techniques to celebrate “diversity”.
The pendulum has finally started to swing back to common sense and the needs of the individual child, not the political collective like some Soviet infant farm. Beware those who decry and damn it – they’ve had their chance and let down a generation. It’s up to us to clean up their mess and it starts where it always should – with the proper education of our children.
