There really are things that make you go, hmmm. This article gives an example of what I’m talking about:
“I went to the lunch line and they said my 2 Dollar Bill was fake,” Danesiah told Ted Oberg Investigates. “They gave it to the police. Then they sent me to the police office. A police officer said I could be in big trouble.”
Not just big trouble. Third-degree felony trouble.
School officials called Daneisha’s grandmother, Sharon Kay Joseph.
…Then the Fort Bend ISD police investigated the 2 Dollar Bill with the vigor of an episode of Dragnet, even though at that school 82-percent of kids are poor enough to get free or reduced price lunch.
The alleged theft of $2 worth of chicken tenders led a campus officer — average salary $45,000 a year — to the convenience store that gave grandma the 2 Dollar Bill.
I personally think that this little girl, supposing that she escapes the cycle of out-of-wedlock pregnancy and poverty that the Democrat and institution foster, has learned a valuable life lesson for her future dealings with her government, especially as it concerns the IRS. But even if she doesn’t escape, she has at least learned what is in store for her in her dealings with the welfare office. And of course she has already learned what to expect from the police, and how easy it is for her to become a felon.
There is another take away from this story that ought to encourage you in deciding to keep your children at home… I mean beyond the obvious, and that is that every person in this parade of dunces is government certified. They actually had to make their way to a bank, and a none government certified person, probably a bank teller, to get to the truth. So the next time you hear the word, “certified”, think of this story. Government “Certified”, as in “certified teacher”, is a meaningless word except for those who have not figured out the wool being pulled over their eyes by the whole “certification” scheme. You are as certified to teach your children as any of these dunces.
Sadly, there is no moral to this story except one, keep your children, or grandchildren, at home, and educate them there. If you’re already on welfare, (I’m guessing that this is the case here given the story) then you have the time and resources to do it, thanks to your neighbors earning money for the government to take and give to you. And furthermore, you have the one certification that trumps all certifications given out like candy by the bureaucracy, that is that you love your children. And love covers a multitude of ignorances. Don’t ask me how I know that.