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Difference between College Recruiter and Army Recruiter again

So Maryland Public Schools have been administering the ASVAB tests to students wholesale, as in every kid takes the test. This is the Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery. I suppose the Maryland Board of Education didn’t ask very many questions about Uncle Sugar giving them FREE testing materials and evaluations. What a “(Trojan)gift horse”. So the tests have an Opt-Out, option 8, which makes the test from the Army point of view anonymous. There was a loophole in the original agreement. Option 8 was not available. Until now. The Board of Education and the Maryland Legislature wised up a bit.
So the Recruiters were contacting the kids not only with the best scores, but for one Really Damn Important part of what the ASVAB measures… Suggestibility. The willingness to follow orders and be stupidly obedient. Clever, eh? The PentaGoons got a low cost database of the most vulnerable kids, the ones who could be most easily (mis)led to believe any lies the Recruiters give them.

And demonstrates areas where the Targeted CHILD can be most easily (mis)informed about “opportunities”. Where the recruiter knows the kid by name, phone number, school computer network chat and email usernames…

Stuff that Other Child Predators would be rightfully denied access to. “Oh, it’s ok, we’re not seducing the kids with sex or (illegal) drugs, we’re just convincing them to join the Murder Machine and kill other kids in other countries, or, if the Pentagon so chooses, this country as well” (all enemies, foreign and domestic
Think not? The United States Government especially the Army, UNTIL 1911 didn’t grant American Indians citizenship rights, (like being off the reservation without Military Permission, under pain of death, as “renegades”) Which gave the Army open season on any Indian, man woman or child, who didn’t obey the Martial Law imposed by the Conquerors. It’s the reason given for the Murder of Sitting Bull, and for the Little Ouachita Massacre.

My very favorite reason not to trust the Army aside, they’re given through the use of these ASVAB tests a BlackOps Psychological Warfare weapon to use against American KIDS.

Now, are we ready for a far darker side to this, darker even than the perverted seduction of children into the Business of Mass Murder?

It would also show which Children would be most likely to resist. The Database of potential dissidents suddenly grows larger.

Oh, and with the kids’ addresses, phone numbers, social security numbers, (so they can freeze their assets “in case of national emergency”) date of birth and with a few math tools like the statistics analyses used to identify potential al Qa’eda sympathizers in the “liberated” nations of Iraq, Afghanistan and everywhere else in the world.
Using those tools, they could figure out the highest probability of who the “terrorist” kids are and who their closest friends are. Same, in reverse, for the “good” kids, the ones most likely to be seduced.
Kind of an Online Predator Drone aimed directly at American Kids.

Talk about your basic “bringing the War home”.

How much would you care to bet that the Army sues the school board over this decision?

I had a blue Christmas without you

Advent wreath
I felt more than a bit empty around Christmas this year. For the first time it seemed completely devoid of meaning. No one believes in God. No one believes in Santa. There’s nothing particularly thrilling to give or get. There’s just an obligation to pour money into the pockets of corporate pricks and fill our houses with crap none of us needs, or even really wants.

I remember Christmas as magical. But, as I reflect on my childhood, the magic of the holiday was closely tied to religious ritual. Coming into church on a Sunday soon after Thanksgiving, back when Christmas lights didn’t begin showing up by Halloween and could still be cause for celebration, we’d find the Advent wreath suspended from the rafters. Oh, yes! Christmas is coming! The three purple candles, a pink one for the third Sunday of Advent, a white candle for Christmas Eve. Each candle with its own story and symbolic meaning.

The beautiful haunting Christmas carols. O Come O Come, Emmanuel was my favorite. It still gives me goosebumps. The nativity display. The Christmas story with its shepherds and wise men and camels and bright stars and inns and stables and mangers and gold, frankincense and myrrh. Oh my! I just loved it all.

My poor darling children have none of this, thanks to me. I, like many of my generation, have largely rejected organized religion. Unfortunately, I now understand hypocrisy and oppression and believe that the church is guilty of all the sins it forbids. But what do we do about our spiritual longings? How do we find meaning and impart that meaning to our children who are daily bombarded with despicable messages from our commercialized world? For meaning surely does exist.

I am at a loss when it comes to recreating Christmas magic without a little baby Jesus to help me. And I can’t just pull him out of a box in the attic and blow the dust off of him so he can lay in his manger Christmas morning. My parents did this, and it was okay, because we knew all about him, every day of every year, so it didn’t smack of phoniness like it does when I try to bring him into the Christmas mix.

I have no answers. My children sense my sadness around Christmas, and they know it has something to do with religion. But it doesn’t really. It has to do with meaning, significance, all things lofty and sublime. It has to do with my remembered feelings of joy and sheer awe at the birth of the Savior. It’s the Christmas spirit that, without a miracle, my children will never know.