Public school? Check.
In the United States of America? Check (well, it’s Tennessee, and the states aren’t very united these days, does that still count?)
Constitution still technically in effect despite a decade of stacking the U.S. Supreme Court with evangelical Catholics? Hmmm. . .
At a football game on the school’s field, cheerleaders at Lakeview-Fort Oglethorpe High School hold up a sign with a Biblical verse on it. After a complaint last week, the school has banned the cheerleaders from using any more signs with religious statements on them, saying it violates the U.S. Constitution.
Don’t even try to calculate how many objective orders of magnitude worse this is, without a peep of protest from the self-appointed School Indoctrination Police (still snarling about what sickening idol worship it was for some little children to sing a non-religious song about the first African-American president during Black History Month.)
Fort Oglethorpe Mayor Ronnie Cobb vehemently disagrees with the ban and said he’ll call on the City Council to support the cheerleaders and their signs.
The signs don’t infringe on anyone’s religious rights and are good for school spirit, he said.
“I’m totally against them doing away with it,” Mr. Cobb said, adding that the cheerleaders’ rights are being abused.
The mayor said football coach John Allen made the signs a tradition around 2003 and it has continued ever since.
“If it’s offensive to anyone, let them go watch another football game,” he said. “Nobody’s forced to come there and nobody’s forced to read the signs.”
Current head football coach Todd Windham said the school system must obey the law, despite everyone’s opinions.
Both are public servants paid with taxpayer dollars, are they not? — both charged with responsibilities to the whole community, not winner-take-all favoritism especially in intramural dispute. Strange that it’s the elected mayor who gets it wrong and wants to choose up sides and fight instead of concentrating on producing something of value for all — he’s like the new UT hothead Kiffin, stomping all over everyone else’s reputation and rights and throwing public temper tantrums (outside both the written rules of the governing body under which he is employed, the unwritten universal ethics of leading students in any activity AND worst of all, not right as in factually wrong to boot) — while the actual football coach in this story (unlike this KY school coach and his superintendent) gets it right for everyone and wants to play fair instead of a win-at-all-costs attitude.
At least the one being paid to teach the community’s kids is much better at seeing what’s good for them to learn in public school, than is the pandering politician — there’s something to give thanks for, in whatever way you might experience such feelings . . . 😉
Disclosure: JJ is a UF Gator who wouldn’t like Kiffin even if he weren’t an idiot, which he is. Frisky cock of the football, er, snook, to Lynn for the story.
More Snooking around from the same power of story:
No doubt the losing chorus will sue for a recount.
And no matter what song finally “wins” we all lose a little more of that fond feeling for our homeland as Home anymore.
(It’s not clear in these confusing times, whether the Governor’s purpose is a fight song or a song no one can fight. Maybe he imagines all purposes can be served at the same time, by one song we all sing in unison, in public because that feels like most like home?)
I don’t think it’s just Harry Potter and the Christian bible that this poor fellow doesn’t get, it’s everything! — doesn’t he sound more like these real world, ultra-orthodox middle eastern leaders self-sealed away from modern human life and culture, than like a normal mom-and-apple-pie American. . .?
. . .Maybe all “God Bless America” needs is for us to hear it with third-millennium ears ,with post-Harry Potter understanding, to emphasize the word LOVE that’s right there in the middle of it already, to hum not the title about God and country fighting to win, but the last phrase of this enduringly popular piece of entertainment, to keep the dementors of any era at bay and ourselves out of their prisons — “my home sweet home.”