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Hour 1 Segment 1
This is the program where we need 10 hours. But we don’t have 10 hours. In fact, I don’t have 10 hours all week because I have to leave here Wednesday, but that’s beside the point. My wife and I had dinner with a with friends of ours and my mother in law, and they mentioned a little book to us by James Clavell. That was written in the 1960s called The Children’s Story. Now he also wrote a book you may have heard of called Shogun, among others. It’s really a pamphlet. It’s really a pamphlet. And he says for all children everywhere, but not just for children. I want to read this to you. The teacher was afraid and the children were afraid. Well, except Johnny, Johnny watch the classroom door with hate, he felt the hatred deep within his stomach. They gave him strength. It was two minutes to nine. The teacher glanced numbly from the door and stared at the flag, which stood in the corner of the room. But she couldn’t see the flag today. She was blinded by her terror. Not only for herself, but mostly for them, her children. She’d never had children of her own, she had never married in the midst of her mind, she saw the rows upon rows of children she had taught through the years. Their faces were legion, but she could distinguish no one particular face, only the same face which varied but slightly always the same age, or they’re about seven, perhaps a boy, perhaps a girl, and the face always open and ready for knowledge that she was to give. The same face staring at her open, waiting and full of trust, the children rustled watching her, wondering what possessed her. They saw not the gray hair in the old eyes and the lying face in the well worn clothes they saw along their teacher and the twisting of her hands. Johnny looked away from the door and watched with the other children, he didn’t understand anything except that the teacher was afraid. Bear with me, folks, I’m sorry, see? The teacher was afraid. She was making them all worse. And she wanted to shout that there was no need to be fearful just because they’ve conquered us, there’s no need for panic. Dad had said to Johnny, Don’t be afraid, Johnny. If you fear too much, you’ll be dead even though you’re alive. The sound of footsteps approached and then stopped. The door opened, the children gasped that expecting an ogre, giant or beast or which monster like the outer space monsters, you think about when the lights are out, a mom or dad or have kissed you goodnight and you’re frightened and you put your head under the cover and all at once you’re awake and it’s time for school. But instead of a monster, a beautiful young girl stood in the doorway. Her clothes were neat and clean, all olive green, even her shoes. But most important, she wore a lovely smile when she spoke. She spoke without the trace of an accent. The children found this very strange, for they were foreigners from a strange country far across the sea. They had all been told about them. Good morning, children. Your teacher, the new teacher, said then she closed the door softly and walked to the teacher’s desk and the children in the front row felt and smelled the perfume of her clean and fresh and young. And as she passed, Sandra, who sat at the end of the first row, said, Good morning. Sandra and Sandra flushed deeply and wandered aghast with all the other children. How did she know my name? And her heart raced in her chest and made it feel tight and very heavy. The teacher got up shakily IA. Good morning. Her words were faltering. She too is trying to get over the shock. And nausea, Lomez warden, the new teacher, said, I’m taking your class over now you are to go to the principal’s office. Why, what’s going to happen to me? What’s going to happen to my children? The words gush from his warden. And a blank piece of hair fell into her eyes, the children were agonized by the cut to her voice and one or two of them fell on the edge of tears. He just wants to talk to you, Miss Warden, the new teacher said gently. You really must take better care of yourself. You shouldn’t be so upset. Miss Warden saw the new teachers smile, but she wasn’t touched by its compassion. She tried to stop her knees from shaking. Goodbye, children. She said the children made no reply. They were too terrified by the sound of her voice and the tears that were in her face because she was crying. Some of the children cried. And Sandra fled to her, well, the new teacher shut the door behind his warden and turned back into the room, cradling Sandra in our arms, children, children. There’s no need to cry, she said, I know I’ll sing you a song. Listen, she sat down on the floor as gracefully as an angel, Sandra, her arms, and she began to sing. And the children stopped crying because Miss Warden never, never sang to them. It certainly never sat on the floor, which is the best place to sit as everyone in the class knew. But they listened, spellbound to that happy little of the new teacher’s voice into the strange words of a strange tongue which soared and dipped like the sea of grass that was the birthplace of the song, was a child’s song, and it sued them. And after she had sung the first course, the new teacher told them. The story of the song is about two children who had lost their way. And we’re all alone in the great grass prairies and we’re afraid. But they met a fine man riding a fine horse, and the man told them that there was never a need to be afraid for all they had to do was to watch the stars and the stars would tell them where their home was. For once. You know the right direction, then there’s never a need to be afraid. Fear is something that comes from inside, from inside your tummies, the new teacher said. Radiantly and good, strong children like you have to put food in your tummies, not fear. The children thought about this and it seemed very sensible, the new teacher sang the song again, and soon all the children were happy and calm once more except Johnny. He hated her, even though he knew she was right about fear, now, said the teacher, what shall we do? I know we’ll play a game. I’ll try and guess your names. The children, wide eyed, shifted in their seats. Miss Ward never did this, and often she called a child by another name. The new teacher will never know all our names. Never. They thought so. They waited excitedly while a new teacher turned her attention to Sandra. Oh yes. Somehow she already knew Sandra’s name. But how could she possibly know every once they waited? Glad that they were going to catch her catch out the new teacher. But there were not to catch her out. The new teacher remembered every single name. Johnny put up his hand. How you know our names, I mean. Well, we haven’t had a roll call or anything. So how do you know our names? That’s easy, Johnny, the new teacher said you all sit in the same places every day. Each desk has one pupil. So I learned your names from a list. I had to work for three whole days to remember your names. A teacher must work very hard to be a good teacher. And so I worked for three days so that I could know each of you the first day. That’s very important, don’t you think, for a teacher to work hard? Johnny frowned and half nodded and sat down and wondered why he hadn’t figured that out for himself before asking, astonished that she would have worked three days just to know everyone the first day. But Johnny still hated her. Johnny, would you tell me something, please, how do you start school, I mean, what do you do to begin with? Johnny stood reluctantly. We first pledge allegiance and then we sing the song. Yes, but that’s all. After a roll call, Sandra said you forgot roll call. Yes, you forgot roll call, Johnny. Mary said, first we have roll call, Johnny said. Then he sat down. A new teacher smiled. All right. But we really don’t need roll. I know all your names and I know everyone’s here. It’s very lazy for a teacher not to know who’s here and who isn’t, don’t you think? After all, teacher should know. So we don’t need role call while I’m your teacher, so we should pledge. Isn’t that next? Obediently all the children got up and put their hands on their hearts and the new teacher did the same and they began in unison. I pledge allegiance to the flag. Just a moment, the teacher said. What does pledge mean? The children stood open, mouth is and never interrupted them before, they stood and stared at the new teacher, wordless and silent. What does allegiance mean? The new teacher asked her hand over her heart. The children stood in silence, then Mary put up her hand while pledge is, well, something like sort of one, you want to do something very good, you sort of pledge you’re going to do something like not suck your thumb because that makes your teeth bend and you’ll have to wear brace and go to the dentist, which hurts. That’s a very good memory. Very, very good. The pledge means to promise an allegiance. Mary shrugged helplessly, looked at her best friend, Hilda, who looked back at her and then at the teacher and shrugged helplessly. The new teacher waited in the silence, hung in the room, hurting. Then she said, I think it’s quite wrong for you to have to say something with long words in it that you don’t understand what you’re saying. So the children sat down and waited expectantly. What did your other teacher tell you that it meant to her long silence? Danny put up his hand. She never said nothing, miss. What am I? Teachers at the other school I went to before this one, Jones said in a rush, while she sort of said what it all meant. At least she said something about it just before recess one day. And then the the bell went and afterwards we had spelling, Fanny said Miss Wooten. Well, she never told us. We just had to learn it and then say it. That’s all. Our real teacher didn’t say anything at all. All the children nodded, then they waited again. Your teacher never explained to you all the children shook their heads. I don’t think that was very good not to explain. You can always ask me anything. That’s what a real teacher should do. Then a new teacher said. But didn’t you ask your daddy’s and mommy’s not about the pledge. We just had to learn it, Mary said. Once I could say it, Daddy gave me a nickel for saying it. That’s right, Danny said. So long as you could say it all, it was very good, but I never got a nickel. Did you ask each other what it meant? I asked. Danny wants and he didn’t know and none of us know, really. It’s grown up. Talk and grown ups talk that sort of words. We just have to learn it. The other schools I went to, Hilda said they never said anything about it. They just wanted us to learn it. They didn’t ask us what it meant. We just had to say it every day before we started. School took me weeks and weeks and weeks to say it right, Mary said. So the new teacher explained that allegiance meant so. You are promising or pledging support to the flag and saying that it’s much more important than you are. How can a flag be more important than a real live person? She asked. Johnny broke the silence. But the next thing as well where it says and to the republic for which it stands, that means it’s like a like any search for the word and couldn’t find it like a well, sort of sign, isn’t it? Yes. The real world is the symbol. The new teacher frowned, but we don’t need a sign to remind us we love our country. Dewey, you’re all good boys and girls. Do you really need a sign to remind you? What’s reminding Maria, it means to make you remember, to make you remember that you’re all good boys and girls, the children thought about this and shook their heads. Cheney put up his hand, it’s our flag, he said fiercely, we always pledge yes, the new teacher said it is a very pretty one. She looked at in a moment and said, I wish I could have a piece of it. If it’s so important. I think we should all have a piece of it, don’t you? I have a little one at home. Mary said I could bring it in tomorrow. Thank you, Mary, dear, but I just wanted a little piece of this one because it’s our own special classroom flag. Then Danny said if we had some scissors, we could cut a little piece off. I have some scissors at home, Mary said. There’s some in his warden’s desk. Brian said the new teacher found the scissors. Then they had the. Decide who would be allowed to cut a little piece off, the new teacher said that because today was Mary’s birthday. How did she know that Mary should be allowed to cut the piece off when they decided it would be very nice if they all had a piece? The flag is special. So if you have a piece that’s better than having just a look at it because you can keep it in your pocket. So the flag was cut up by the children. They were very proud. They each had a piece, but now the flagpole was bare. And useless, the children pondered what to do with it, the idea that pleased the most was to push it out of the window. They watched excitedly as the new teacher opened the window, allowed them to throw it into the playground. They shrieked with excitement as they saw it bounce on the ground and lie there. They began to love this strange new teacher. When they’re all back in their seats, the new teacher said, well, before we start our lessons, perhaps there’s some questions you want to ask me. And I can give some answers. Ask me anything you like. That’s only fair, isn’t it? If I ask you a question. Now, this is about halfway through. I’m going to finish the other part when we come back. It’s a short segment, so off the wait till after the bottom of the hour. But there is a lesson here I want to finish and it’s finished. It’s not long. And this is what radios are all about. I’ll be right back.
Hour 1 Segment 2
Most see where this is going, but I do want to finish it. The book is the children’s story. There’s not a whole lot of them in print, but not just for children, says the author James Clavell. As I say, it’s quite short. But he was observing things happening in the United States and elsewhere. It became very, very concerned, as we are. Including what’s going on in our classrooms. It’s really quite diabolical and unconscionable. To take your children and grandchildren and try to mold their minds in ways that you reject. And find abhorrent and that you actually have to go to school board meetings and fight for the right to speak up. And fight for the right to have some level and input into your children’s upbringing while they’re not in your home, as well as pay for all of it. So I hope you’ll come back. We’ll complete this and then there’s a lot more. I want to get on to Whoopi Goldberg, Lindsey Graham, you name it. I’ll be right back.
Hour 1 Segment 3
All right, ladies and gentlemen, the book is The Children’s Story, but not just for children. When the children were all back in their seats, the new teacher said, well, before we start our lessons, perhaps there are some questions you want me to answer. Ask me anything you like. That’s only fair, isn’t it, if I ask you questions, Mary said after a silence, we never get to ask our teacher any questions. You can always ask me anything. That’s the fair way, the new way. Try me, she said. What’s your name? Danny. She told them her name and it sounded pretty. Mary put up her hand. Why do you wear those clothes? Well, it’s like a sort of uniform nurses wear well. We think the teachers should be dressed the same. Then you always know a teacher. It’s nice and light and easy to iron. Do you like the color? Oh, yes, Mary said. You’ve got green eyes too. If you like children as a very special surprise, you can all have this sort of uniform. Then you won’t have to worry about what you have to wear to school every day and you’ll all be the same. The children twisted excitedly in their seats, Mary said. But it’ll cost a lot. And my mama won’t have to spend the money because we have to buy food. And food is expensive. Well, it sort of costs a lot of money. They will give them to you as a present. There’s no need to worry about money, Johnny said. I don’t want to be dressed like that. You don’t have to accept the present, Johnny, just because the other children want to wear new clothes. You don’t have to. The new teacher said Johnny slunk back in his chair. I’m never going to wear their clothes, he said to himself. I don’t care if I’m going to look different from Danny and Tom and Fred. Then Mary asked, Why was our teacher crying? Well, I suppose she was just tired and needed a rest. She’s going to have a long rest. She smiled at them. We think teachers should be young. I’m nineteen. Is the war over now? Danny asked. Yes, Danny. It’s that wonderful. Now all your daddy’s will be home soon. Did we win or did we lose? Mary asked. Will we? That’s you and I and all of us. We all won. Oh, the children sat back happily. Then Johnny’s hatred burst. Where’s my dad? What have you done to my dad? Where’s my dad? The new teacher got up from her seat and walked the length of the room and the children’s eyes followed her and Johnny stood and he’s of jelly. She sat down on his seat and put her hands on his shoulders, and his shoulders were shaking like his knees. He’s going to a school. Some grown ups have to go to school as well, children. But they took him away and he didn’t want to go. Johnny felt the tears close and he fought them back. The new teacher touched him gently and he smelled the youth and clean this over. And it was not the smell of home which was sour and just a little dirty. He’s no different from all of you. You sometimes don’t want to go to school. What? We’re grown ups. It’s the same, just the same as children. Would you like to visit him? His a holiday in a few days. Mama said that dad’s gone away forever. Johnny stared at her incredulously. He is a holiday. The new teacher laugh. Well, she’s wrong, Johnny. After all, everyone who goes to school as holidays. That’s fair, isn’t it? The children shifted and rustled and watched, and Johnny said, I can see him. Of course your daddy just has to go back to school a little. He had some strange thoughts and he wanted other grownups to believe them. It’s not right to want others to believe wrong thoughts, as it well knows. No, I suppose not. But my dad never thought nothing bad. He said, Well, of course, Johnny, I said wrong, not bad. There’s nothing wrong with that. But it’s right to show grownups right thoughts when they’re wrong, isn’t it? Well, yes, Johnny said. But what wrong thoughts did he have? Well, just some grown up thoughts are old fashioned. We’re going to learn all about them in class. Then we can share knowledge and I can learn from you as you will learn from me, shall we? All right. Johnny stared at her, perplexed. My dad couldn’t have wrong thoughts. He just couldn’t he? Well, perhaps some time when you wanted to talk about something very important to your dad, perhaps he said, not now, Johnny, I’m busy. We’ll talk about that tomorrow. That’s a bad thought. Not to give you time when it’s important, isn’t it? Sure, but that’s what all grown ups do. My mom says that all the time, Mary said, and the other children nodded and they wondered if all their parents should go back to school and unlearn bad thoughts. Sit down, Johnny, and we’ll start learning good things and not worry about grown ups. Bad thoughts? Oh, yes, she said when she sat down in her seat again brimming with happiness. I have a lovely surprise for you. You’re all going to stay overnight with us. We have a lovely room and beds and lots of food and we’ll all tell stories and have such a lovely time. Oh, good. The children said, Can I stay up until eight o’clock? Mary asked breathlessly. Well, it’s our first new day. We’ll all stay up to eight 30, but only if you promise to go right to sleep afterward. The children all promised they were very happy, Jenny said. But first we got to say our prayers before we go to sleep. The new teacher smiled at her. Well, of course, perhaps we should say a prayer now in some schools that’s accustomed to, she thought a moment in the faces watched her and then she said, let’s pray. Let’s pray for something very good. What shall we pray for? Bless Mama and Daddy. Danny said immediately, That’s a good idea, Danny. I have one. Let’s pray for Candy. That’s a good idea, isn’t it? And they all nodded happily. So following their new teacher, they all close their eyes and steepled their hands together, and they prayed with her for candy. The new teacher opened her eyes and looked around disappointedly. But where’s our candy? God is all sing and is everywhere. And if we pray, he answers our prayers. Isn’t that true? I prayed for a puppy of my own lots of times, but I never got one, Danny said. Maybe we didn’t pray hard enough. Perhaps we should kneel down like it’s done in church. So the teacher now and all the children knelt and they prayed very, very hard. But still no candy. Because the new teacher was disappointed, the children were very disappointed, too. Then she said perhaps for using the wrong name, she thought a moment, then said, instead of saying, God, let’s say our leader, let’s pray to our leader for candy. Let’s pray very hard. And don’t open your eyes till I say so. The children shut their eyes tightly and prayed very hard. And as they prayed, the new teacher took out some candy from her pocket and quietly put a piece on each child’s desk. She did not notice Johnny alone. Of all children watching her, though his eyes have closed. She went softly back to her desk. In the prayer ended and the children opened their eyes and they stared at the candy. And they were overjoyed. I’m going to pray to our leader every time, Mary said excitedly me to helda, said Kuwait our leaders Candy now teacher Oh let’s please, please, please. Our leader answered your prayers, didn’t he? I saw you put the candy on the desks. Johnny burst out. I saw you. I didn’t close my eyes and I saw you. You had him in your pocket. We didn’t get them with praying. You put them there. All the children appalled stared at him and then at their new teacher, she stood at the front of the class and looked back at Johnny, then it all of them. Yes, John, you’re quite right. You’re a very, very wise boy, children. I put the candy on your desks so you know that it doesn’t matter whom you ask, whom you shut your eyes and pray to, to God or anyone, even our leader. No one will give you anything. Only another human being. She looked at Danny, God didn’t give you the puppy you wanted, but if you work hard, I will. Only I or someone like me can give you things. Praying to God or anything or anyone for something is a total waste of time. Then we don’t say prayers were not supposed to say prayers. The puzzle. Children watched her. You can if you want to. Children if your daddy’s and mommy’s want you to. But we know, you and I, that it means nothing. That’s our secret just between us. My dad says it’s wrong to have secrets from him, but he has secrets that he shares with your mommy and not with you, doesn’t he? All the children nodded then it’s not wrong for us to have a few secrets from them, is it? I like having secrets. Hilda and me have lots of secrets, Mary said. The new teacher said, we’re going to have lots of wonderful secrets, too. You can eat chicken if you want to him because Johnny was especially clever. I think we should make him monitor for the whole week, don’t you? They all nodded happily and popped the candy into their mouths and chewed gloriously. Johnny was very proud as he chewed as candy. He decided that he liked this teacher very much because she told the truth, because she was right about fear, because she was right about God. He’d prayed many times for many things that never got them. And even the one time he did get the skates, he knew his dad had heard him and had put them under his bed for his birthday and pretended he hadn’t heard him. I always wondered why he didn’t listen. And all the time he wasn’t there, he thought. No, God never answered, Johnny sat back contentedly, resolved to work hard and listen and not to have wrong thoughts like his dad, the teacher waited for them to finish their candy. This was what she had been trained for. And she knew that she would teach her children well and that they would grow up to be good citizens. She looked out the window at the sun over the land. It was a good land and vast and a land to breathe in. But she was warmed not by the sun, but by the thought that throughout the school and throughout. The land, all children, all men and women were being taught with the same faith, with variations of the same procedures, each according to his age, each according to his need. And she glanced at her watch. It was nine 23. And the day went on. Now, you can apply this to some of what goes on today, critical race theory. If you don’t support it, you’re obviously a white supremacist. And if you’re black and don’t support it, you’re a white supremacist to. If you’re a black or Hispanic or Asian conservative and you’re nominated to a court or nominated for a position, you will be ruthlessly butchered. But if you go along. But if you go along. But the big government left, you’ll be heralded, celebrated, you’ll be on. All kinds of television shows and front pages of newspapers will be on Sunday morning on CBS. Yes, you’re for progress and you’re for the children. If you reject the propaganda that’s in our textbooks, there’s obviously something wrong with you. If you reject the narrative about January six and the narrative about the riots, conversely, that took place two summers ago, then you must be part of the militia. If you believe in the borders that the borders should be secure, you obviously a hate filled individual, if you voted for Trump or support President Trump, there’s no redemption for you, but it’s the children that need to be targeted. It’s the children that need to be targeted and rather than reinforcing the traditions and the customs, the institutions in the systems that you pass along to your children, your children must learn. To think for themselves, which means to think as they’re taught in the government schools, if you’re white, there’s a problem because you’re white. If you’re black, there’s a problem because you’re black. We see no differences between individual human beings. We see no no love for all human beings. If you’re white, you carry. A racist gene, if you’re black, you carry a victim’s gene. This is what’s going on in this country if you support the Constitution and its genius. Which limits? The power of these American Marxists and their ilk, then you obviously supported slavery and men who owned slaves. And I could go on and on and on. Maybe not to this extent, but to a great extent, it’s now happening in our country, the whole WOAK movement, the whole cancelled movement. Joe Rogan is by far the biggest podcast in the country. Nobody even comes close to number two. So they’re out to destroy him. And they’re moving in that direction. Aaron Rodgers is one of the greatest quarterbacks in the history of football, so they’re out to destroy him. Destroy him over what a virus. But it’s not just the virus, ladies and gentlemen, it’s all the rules and regulations, all the mandates. The police, the police powers. That follow closing churches, closing gun stores while the elites go Marcellus on vacation. The restaurants closing down, gymnasiums, forcing our children today with a sign says not to to wear masks in elementary schools and middle schools. Let me be blunt about this. Let me put it in a way I don’t think anybody else has said. This isn’t about masks. It’s never been about masks. It’s about control, it’s about learning to respond almost reflectively, you and me, to non-scientific demands of the government. To carry around vaccine permits. Your own children. Your own children must answer to the state and not to you. This is about training us. Training us. To except they growing totalitarianism, a growing tyranny. The parents stood up to it. And Garland and his hacks immediately tried to put them down and threaten them. Thousands of people who went to January six had absolutely nothing to do in entering that building or harming anybody are shaking in their boots, they will never protest again. I’ll be right back.
Hour 1 Segment 4
This is a very short segment, and when we come back, I want to talk about what Whoopi Goldberg said and how this is all part of the same mass, part of the same mass Maus book that was banned by school for the Holocaust isn’t about race. Mr. Producer, what are these Maus books all over the place, do you know? I know that the covers are grotesque. I honestly don’t know what these books are about. Uh, sure, I’ll know by tomorrow, but that’s not even my focus. Well, Whoopi Goldberg at the Joe Rogan treatment, even though Joe Rogan never said a thing to harm anyone or has harmed anyone or any group of people. Well, Whoopi Goldberg get the Aaron Rodgers treatment, even though Aaron Rodgers is simply trying to live his own life as an individual, red blooded American. Well, I know the answer to that and so to you. So what’s the great offense that Whoopi Goldberg committed? In fact, what’s the great offense now that the Anti Defamation League has committed? Stick with me, folks. I’ll be right back.