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Liberal Hypocrisy Files: You Can Choose to Where to Abort but not Where to Educate May 8, 2010

My mother could not bring herself to consent her daughter’s education to Chicago Public Schools.  On my first day of school, I sported a nifty chocolate plaid pleated skirt with matching yellow blouse and brown button down sweater.  This was all due mostly in part to the financial generosity of my grandmother.  It was expected that this was the best thing for any child in Chicago’s inner city, to send them to a school where the teachers were good and the influence of the streets were diminished.  It was rare to see a single mother on welfare send her child to a private school but I was the exception.  While African American like me, most of my classmates came from two parent families  in which mom and pop had jobs.  They were bus drivers, postal carriers, retail salesmen, factory workers- they had skills.  Food stamps or welfare checks were never spoke of in front my classmates and my father died in Vietnam.  That is what we told the nuns when I was admitted.  Uniforms were a good front for having few clothes. The nuns hardly let the girls speak to boys as to insure our virginity.

The word of God according to Catholics was taught at least one hour a day.  Religion and morality could be found in everything from arithmetic to why I must share my tater tots with fat, clumsy Theresa who tripped and spilled her lunch tray on the floor.  Yes the nuns engaged in corporal punishment by twisting our cheeks and paddling us with a two by four but we were in the minds of our parents, safe from the failings of Chicago Public School.

Private education is of course a luxury that comes with a price. A price that my mother could no longer afford after my grandmother had a heart attack which lead to her retirement from housekeeping.

In 1981, the feet of young Afrocity touched public school ground for the first time in her eleven year life.  Now granted this was Oak Park, Illinois- a suburban school so it was not considered the true hell that I would later experience in Chicago Public School.   Although young, I knew that my choice to a top notch education was locked.  My mother was poor, hence the quality of my  education would be proportionate to her income.

If there were educational vouchers then, mother and I did not know about them.  I would have loved to be the recipient of one as my grades slid into an abyss once I was enrolled in the Chicago system. The teachers thought we were all lost causes except for myself and several others.  Our reward for being “teacher’s pet”  was a daily dose of ridicule from envious classmates.  High School was somewhat better than junior high as I had tested well enough to attend a “school for the gifted”.   Magnet schools provide a marginal escape for ghetto kids.  Black faces peppered  a sea of Caucasian, Asian and Middle Eastern grammar school superstars; often it was futile to compete for the instructors attention.  If you were African American and ran tops at cross country meets then and only then were you likely to be a teacher’s favorite.   Afrocity disappeared into the sea of faceless kids. CPS student # 1453768235 and so on and so on.   She did not reemerge until graduate school.

I remember the entire experience with sadness and anger.  First through fifth grade in parochial schools, sixth through 12th in public schools.  Truthfully the former was the better of the two halves. Imagine my feelings when I notice this article in the Chicago Tribune:

Illinois House kills school voucher bill

Fervent lobbying by unions sinks idea to give students $3,700 to switch to private or parochial schools

May 5, 2010

SPRINGFIELD — A measure to let students in Chicago’s worst-performing and most-overcrowded elementary schools use taxpayer-funded vouchers to attend private schools was defeated in the Illinois House on Wednesday, giving teachers unions a major victory.

The landmark legislation would have made Chicago Public Schools the site of what experts said would be the nation’s largest voucher program. Up to 30,000 of the district’s 400,000 students could have left the weak schools they now attend, setting up competition for public schools.

The legislation got through the Senate in March after being championed by Sen. James Meeks, D-Chicago, and suburban Republicans. But by Wednesday, teachers unions had regrouped and its supporters found themselves pleading with opponents to overcome a furious lobbying effort to stop the bill.

“Think back to why you ran for office,” said sponsoring Rep. Kevin Joyce, D-Chicago. “Was it for a pension? I doubt it. Was it to protect the leadership of a union? I doubt that. Actually in all cases, I believe each and every one of us here got involved to try and make a difference in the lives of our fellow man.”

Joyce could muster only 48 of the 60 votes needed to pass a bill that would have allowed students to get vouchers worth about $3,700 to switch to private or parochial schools beginning in fall 2011.

Joyce said the bill would have passed if it had not faced the union opposition. The bill got support from 26 Republicans and 22 Democrats, fewer votes than Joyce had expected from his fellow Democrats.

Fighting back tears during the lengthy debate, Rep. Suzanne Bassi, R-Palatine, called on fellow lawmakers to “search your souls” to support the measure because “we have failed these kids in the inner-city schools.”

“I’m pleading with you,” said Rep. Ken Dunkin, D-Chicago, who represents an area with four public schools where students would have been eligible for vouchers. “I’m begging you. Help me help kids in my district.”

A bit of background here.  Democrats like President Obama and Secretary of Education Arne Duncan, are notoriously opposed to educational vouchers. Both men hail from Illinois.  This decision to kill the Illinois voucher program is of no surprise to me.  Like most liberal hypocrites, the Obama’s daughters attended not Chicago Public Schools but nice comfy private schools. On the issue, the Democrats never practice at home what they preach to their voters.  Unions and the need to improve  Chicago Public Schools should come second to the welfare of the children.  If a child wants out now, then I feel that the child should be allowed assistance to attend whatever school its parents pleases. What if that voucher is a matter of life and death?  What about Derrion Albert? Remember him? The young boy that was beaten to death in a public school last year. I wonder if his fate would have resulted in a happier and longer life had he not been in a public school ridden with gang violence and drugs?

Here are a few comments from opposing sides of voucher assistance at the Tribune blog:

“Under different economic circumstances, I might support school vouchers for private schools, but during these bleak economic times, public dollars should be spent on public education. Rather than providing school vouchers to a small number of CPS students, however deserving, city and state policymakers should be concerned with providing schools with the funds needed to prevent cutbacks in teaching staff.

Pry more money out of the Obama administration. Raise our taxes if you must. Otherwise prepare to have an even greater proportion of Chicago’s public schools classified as “low-performing.””

Woman in Chicago

Voucher questions

As many as 22,000 or more children who go to the weakest Chicago Public Schools could be getting vouchers to go to private schools (“More kids, more choices,” Editorial, April 28). Why have the staff members at these schools not been fired and replaced with better teachers? Also what part does the parent play in the failure of the student? How will these children get to the new schools? What will happen to the children who stay at the poor-performing schools? Will those schools still be left open and have to be funded?

Yes the voucher program seems nice. But as a taxpayer, a lot of questions still need to be addressed.

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Hey Kids, Let’s Get Wacky at Wee-Weed’s White House September 2, 2009

0PeeWee2Readers, there is a proper time and place for political propaganda. All savvy politicians use words and images as a political device in order to reach sympathetic masses.  However, it is NEVER the proper time or place for propaganda when it involves a child’s classroom.

America’s youth have always been among the keenest contestants for the Barack Obama Show.  Barry played his magic flute as youngsters of all voting ages floated through the inner-city gangways dodging bullets and mayhem just to get to their polling sites. Apple store customers were in a trance as Obama gave his famous Greek Temples speech on the anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr.s “I had a Dream” speech from an iPod, without mentioning Martin Luther King Jr.’s name even once.  Now that takes a very special (arrogant) sort of person, now doesn’t it?

Looking at the political involvement of the youth generation in America is key to understanding forthcoming trends in voting. It is evident by the results of the latest Rasmussen poll that the youth who voted for Obama were not wiser than their time.  He was not the leader that would bring positive change to America and his declining numbers prove it.

The Obama White House knows this and will continue to rely upon the “young and uninformed” vote to re-elect him in 2012. However this latest stunt by the President Obama, a September 8th address to America’s school children is bordering on the ridiculous. How young do you go?

From Town

Abusing School Kids With Pro-Obama Propaganda

by Michael Medved

September 2, 2009

My wife Diane seldom gets upset about politics. But President Barack Obama’s recent demonstration of megalomania in insisting on beginning the school year by simultaneously addressing all public school kids in the United States elicited a concise response: “it’s sick.”

In addition to her Ph.D. in psychology, Diane holds an M.A. in Education, and both primary and secondary teaching credentials in California. She has raised and educated our three kids, each of whom received some combination of home schooling, parochial education, and public schools. What bothers her (and many courageous teachers across the country) is the crude attempt by the Department of Education and the White House to blur all distinctions between education and cult-of-personality propaganda.

On September 8th (the first day of classes for many school kids) the President will address them live about the importance of education. The President will challenge students to work hard, set educational goals and take responsibility for their learning, declares an announcement from Washington. The Secretary of Education, Arne Duncan, sent a directive to teachers and administrators declaring: “This is the first time an American president has spoken directly to the nation’s school children about persisting and succeeding in school. We encourage you to use this historic moment to help your students get focused and begin the school year strong. I encourage you, your teachers, and students to join me in watching the President deliver this address on Tuesday, September 8, 2009.”

To prepare for this great event, the Department of Education orders teachers in Grades 7 to 12 to ask their students: Why does President Obama want to speak with us today? How will he inspire us? How will he challenge us? After the great event, the department suggests that teachers of younger students (Pre-Kindergarten to Grade 6) should instruct their students to write letters to themselves about what they can do to help the president. These should be collected and redistributed at an appropriate later date by the teacher to make students accountable to their goals.

For those who consider this an appropriate use of classroom time at the very beginning of the school year, ask yourself the question: how would you respond had President Bush ordered teachers to get students to write letters to themselves about what they can do to help the president?

Grades 7-12 eh?  Let’s see in 8th grade you are about 14 years of age. In the 12th grade which is the final year of high school, you are about to be of voting age. My talented blogger friend Stilton Jarlsberg creator of Hope N’ Change Cartoons perfectly illustrates everything I want to express concerning this matter:

"School Daze" Cartoon From Hope N' Change Cartoons by Stilton Jarlsberg

"School Daze" Cartoon From Hope N' Change Cartoons by Stilton Jarlsberg

I am not a parent but if I were, I would keep my child home from school on September 8th. I would spend the day at a museum or doing volunteer work. If you are the parent of a school aged child please follow this link to this website, which outlines the lesson plan President Obama wishes the teachers to follow on this day. This script may seem harmless but remember, this is the same administration that told people to report “fishy” citizens who are spreading “disinformation” about health care reform. Just say NO to this Obama address to your children.

<i>"I have always wanted to have a voter just like YOU"</i>

"I have always wanted to have a voter just like YOU"

As a girl, I do recall watching national events on television during classroom time. I watched President Carter get inaugurated, In 1978 Pope John Paul II visited the United States and Sister Mary had us all sitting Indian style around a 18 inch television set with graham crackers and juice as we watched him wave to the crowds, and finally I saw the space shuttle Challenger explode in front of my high school physics class. As I write this, I do not remember my teachers asking me what I should do to help President Carter or Pope John Paul II.

With each group viewing, I realized that the event unfolding before my eyes was important somehow to American history. However they were events, not addresses. It is one thing to allow students to watch the presidential inauguration or Obama’s visit to the Queen of England. The student can interpret those events for themselves because the dominant idea is that the student gets exposure to current events, not propaganda.

The liberals who love and support Obama must address Michael Medved’s question. How would you have felt if President George W. Bush addressed your child directly and asked for their help in advancing his agenda?

Sure it may be kewl now that it is a president addressing your children that you endorsed. Please look beyond your Kool Aid colored glasses and realize that this manufactured “event”  may set a precedent for another president to follow in Barry’s footsteps that you may not agree with.  This is not about partisanship. It is about what is wrong with an administration that is getting increasingly dictator-ish.

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Sunday Soliloquy:Tales of a Welfare Program Dropout May 31, 2009

"The Problem We All Live With" by Norman Rockwell (1894-1978)

"The Problem We All Live With" by Norman Rockwell (1894-1978)

The famous Norman Rockwell painting above depicts perhaps one of America’s youngest civil rights activists, Ruby Nell Bridges. At the age of five, Ruby participate in the desegregation of the New Orleans School system. Ruby is bravely known as the first African-American child to attend William Frantz Elementary School, and the first African-American child to attend an all-white school in the South. Ruby was in kindergarten when all of this happened and I would often look at this painting as a child and wonder what was next for her. Did she have dreams of going off to college to become a doctor or a lawyer?  You know when you grow up in an African American home, particularly one where your parent did not finish high school, there is always this push to ‘”stay in school” . During the 1970’s this usually did not imply high school. I remember many people in my neighborhood who dropped out at the age of 16. They had babies, they got tired of the teachers, they want to be free. Most of these people were women and they were on public assistance. Of course living this life had it’s advantages. You got to be a stay at home mom. You could watch Erica Kane on All My Children while your kids were outside playing hopscotch and making babies of their own.  The alternative, was working for the federal government or the city. Every woman perked up at the thought of dating a postal carrier, or a CTA bus driver those were all respectable jobs.  Staying not depressed, in shape and focused on finding a job was mentally exasperating for both my mother and I. Her “success mode” was sporadic and short lived.  When my mother was not spiraling down the self-pity rabbit hole, she could surprisingly  respond to life’s difficulties with great consternation. She would temporarily halt her criticism of the work force by taking the B train downtown. I don’t know exactly were she would go- it was a federal building- most likely the Daley Center and she would take a test to obtain her dream job as a caseworker for the welfare department. A caseworker, I would think is the person that occasionally would visit our apartment  in order to:

1. make sure that we deserved welfare.

2.make sure that I am really my mother’s child.

3. Make sure that we did not own anything; and finally

4. to make sure that my mother was not shacked up with a man.

My recollection of welfare caseworkers were that these were usually very uppity black women with big Afros and nice clothing. They made us fill out a lot of paperwork. Some were mean, especially the whites ones. Looking in our bedrooms for signs of…oh I don’t know men sleeping in our bed.  Sometimes they would ask us about other neighbors who were on welfare by repeating rumors about Barbara Ann had a new Cadillac and possibly was double dipping.  In ghetto speak “double dipping” is when a person is on welfare and working at the same time. This was quite easy to do if you were lucky enough to get a hold of a deceased person’s social security number. Those times were all very “Claudine -esque”. Claudine was a 70’s film in which Diahann Carrol portrayed a single mother raising six children in the projects of Harlem. James Earl Jones played the role of her frustrated boyfriend.  The following scene is a quite revealing about the welfare system and the black male’s role as a provider.

A typical schism of caseworkers was to pit one recipient against another in return for extra food stamps or in my mother’s case, overlooking that my grandmother was paying for me to go to parochial school.  Yes how did Afrocity managed to attend private school first through fifth grade while on welfare?

While this is a liberal cartoon mocking the GOP's fear of welfare cheats, fraud and welfare queens were rampant .

While this is a liberal cartoon mocking the GOP's fear of welfare cheats, fraud and welfare queens were rampant .

Our caseworker allowed this somewhat minor transgression and pretended that I was attending a free Chicago Public School. Before I go any further, I want you to know that that was the worst thing my mother ever did as far as sordid ADC welfare fraud was  concerned. She never doubled dipped, or gave birth to children who oddly disappeared to a distant aunt, never to be seen again until the caseworker showed up.

Okay, I was “borrowed” once by a welfare queen that was sleeping with my brother. Her name was Debbie and she was a Cook County welfare legend, she had ten kids on state assistance and only 5 were really hers.  My brother paid me two ice cream truck visits to keep my mouth shut about it to mother, and stand in as a Debbie’s daughter Fay.

Fay was supposedly born in 1967 so I was younger. Who actually were the real Little Debbie’s and the fake ones, I could not discern. We were all black kids between the ages of newborn and fourteen.
The caseworker that day was a John Boy- white male. Debbie’s home , if you can call it that was a housing project on Chicago’s South side. I had just mapped my way to her bathroom when John Boy caseworker shows up.  Five year old Afrocity had business to do but Debbie dragged me out into the living room before I could pull down my bloomers.

Everything was fine until John Boy asked me where I slept.

“In the bed.” I said with snark. WTF?

“Which bed?” he asked.

No one told me that a pop quiz was involved. Being a five year old who slept in the same bed as my mother, I looked at Deb and answered: “In her bed.”

Passing that test with flying colors earned me a bag of ghetto snacks and an ass whooping from mother. She found out because my brother should have told Debbie that I was not able to hold my pee for very long. I wet myself when the case worker was there. Good thing Deb was as classless as she was a lying gutter skank, because her green paisley sofa was covered in plastic. I hated that but at least it was not soiled due to my momentary incontinence. Mother knew something had gone awry in a flash when she saw that my pink ruffled panties had somehow turned into toddler’s training pants. My brother was the real culprit so why did I get a spanking? My major offense: taking candy and canned Dinty Moore beef stew from a stranger.

Needless to say, I had no idea why my mother wanted to be a welfare caseworker because  they caused so much trouble for people like us. I never had to worry about it because mother never became a caseworker. She failed the test on four occasions, taking it for the last time in 1978. My brother was in the army, she had no babysitter for me and would leave me home alone with the TV on while she took the test in a room with 200 or so other people. Her last try was probably her most emotional. There was a blizzard and she trudged in over 10 feet of snow only to find that the test site was closed. Silly kid as I was, I dumbly asked her if she had brought me anything from downtown, perhaps some candy from Marshall Fields.

“Is that all you can think about? Is candy?”  Her face told me the story. “I hope your teeth fall out.”

I believe it was about two years later when I first asked her why didn’t she work like the people she watched in the soap operas? She was always a bit defensive about it and explained that blacks could never get a fair shake…without going to college.  This explained the most pronounced of her life’s agendas: Afrocity would be a college graduate and indeed I would be after a long struggle. Ironically, beyond verbal encouragement, my mother did not do much to help me get into college.  There was no nest (we had just been evicted again and living with my uncle Gavin),  let alone a nest egg that was put away for my post secondary education. The only major presence in my life was a woman who had spent most of my life thus far on welfare. In 1988 with high school graduation fast approaching, I knew that my life was about to turn a sharp corner. Welfare typically ends once a child turns 18 or leaves high school- which ever comes first.  Adherence  to my mother’s words of wisdom was undying , even at the age of 17 when most teenagers become more of a pain than a joy. However here it was the eleventh hour of filing college applications and FAFSA forms, she was suddenly AWOL. 80654_Full She was obviously interested in my success but she did not know how to tell me to get there beyond high school. I would be in my thirties before I forgave her coldness as I struggled to fill out the forms for financial aid all on my own. It became complicated to get her to sign anything. Soon, I gave up and missed the deadline. The first year after graduation, I was sitting in the bedroom with mother watching the Oprah Winfrey show and getting food stamps in my own name.  By my own definition, I was a loser. Admittedly,  it was fun for a while. hanging out with mom, catching up on the soaps, going to the public library to pass away the time. Being a bibliophile, I checked out classics that I was never assigned by my teachers. Hard Times by Dickens, War and Peace, Sons and Lovers – all in my tote bag and read on the North Ave. bus as I went to career education class. This was some bogus thing that the state made you do when you were over 18 and on welfare without children.  Caseworkers would tell us how to dress to find a job at McDonald’s.

I would get put back in my inferior place when I asked if there was anything to help us get pay for college. Within this class was a mixture of former drug addicts and girls who wanted to become hair dressers. This “scene” reminded me of sitcoms about recent immigrants in those citizenship classes. The only difference was that I was already American but in a foreign land. The fun of hanging out melted away when I had to lie to my white classmates that went to college. Holiday breaks would bring calls from returning friends. It would also bring a self deprecating awkwardness to my demeanor whenever they would discuss the fun they were having at college. With college comes freedom, exciting trips to Cancun, sororities, intellectual confidence and a future.  Time to get off your ass Afrocity. Time to go to school. How else would I overcome the restrictions of a racist and patriarchal society?  Questions still remained. How would I pay for it? Would I stay in Chicago or leave my mother behind. I was all she had.  Would she hate me for abandoning her to a life of financial uncertainty. Mother was only getting general assistance because I was her daughter. If I left, she would have no form of income.

Eventually I made the right choice and thanks to a Democrat named Claiborne Pell, I receieved a federal grant that helped pay for school.

Claiborne Pell (D-RI) was a U.S. Senator 36 years and was the force behind a grant program that has helped millions of Americans like me attend college.

Claiborne Pell (D-RI) was a U.S. Senator 36 years and was the force behind a grant program that has helped millions of Americans like me attend college.

Today, I still owe $120,000 in loans for both my undergrad and graduate degrees. I pay it off month by month. Because of this, I will never own a home but my education is far more valuable to me.  Yes, I am a conservative but I do have the humility to admit when a Democrat has helped me. I am not totally against government aid, I simply believe that the helping hand of Uncle Sam should teach individuals self-reliance.


I was using the Pell grant to ensure my future success. I believe that this is different from welfare.  Like the black elitist  Ivy League culture that President Obama is a part of, you would think that ensuring the college education of more African Americans is something that would be on his agenda. Not so fast. Barry never fails to bring an element of mystic and WTF? to his actions. I was browsing the Black Agenda Report and found this interesting piece of information from a radio transcript of commentary by executive editor Glen Ford:

First Black President Cuts Funds for Black Higher Education

A Black Agenda Radio commentary by Glen Ford
Obama should be given a brief refresher course in the history that makes direct aid to Black schools necessary.”
Barack Obama encourages people to believe that he deserves to be remembered as the “Education President.” However, Obama will definitely not go down as a friend of historically Black higher education. Historically Black colleges and universities – HBCUs – take a $73 million hit in Obama’s educational budget. The cuts are even more disturbing, since education as a general category is a big winner in the president’s economic stimulus plan.
Obama’s people claim that an increase in maximum Pell Grant monies for low-income students will help all educational institutions, including historically Black ones. But that’s not quite true. Even if every one of the 132,000 Pell Grant students that attend HBCUs collected the maximum $200 extra dollars in Obama’s budget, that would only make up for one-third of the administration’s cuts to the Black schools. In other words, Obama’s slightly rising tide of Pell Grants will not sufficiently lift historically Black higher education boats.
The $73 million loss would have an outsized impact on the 105 Black institutions, many of which are on perennially shaky financial ground, and all of which have been hit hard by the current economic crisis. Although Black schools make up only three percent of total U.S. college enrollment, they account for one out of every five undergraduate degrees awarded to African Americans. It would be difficult to find anyplace in the federal budget where $73 million has a more concentrated impact on the fortunes of a particular ethnic group.

The Obama budget actually increased direct federal aid to heavily Hispanic schools, from $93 million to $98 million.”

A direct comparison might be made with colleges that traditionally serve large numbers of Hispanic students. However,the Obama budget actually increased direct federal aid to these schools, from $93 million to $98 million. Native American higher education, on the other hand, gets the “Black” treatment: a decrease in federal funding to Indian schools.

The Obama administration’s callous disregard for Black colleges is even more curious, considering the president’s constant quest for areas of bipartisan consensus.

ObamaUnderTheBusTour08Who would have thought that Obama and his mantra of “CHANGE” would include throwing Historically Black Colleges and Universities (HBCUs) under the bus? I thought the tour ended in 2008. It obviously continues in 2009.

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Recipe for Anti-Patriotism: All American Upside Down Fruitcake May 8, 2009

Upside down flag

A member of the Obama bunch strikes again. This time it’s Father Pfleger in a news story that I have noticed is receiving little if any coverage.  For the last several years, youth violence has been on the rise in Chicago at an alarming rate. Yes, Obama’s Chicago is in peril. Funny how the city where Obama hails from has the worst youth violence rate in America. I guess the youth did not get the memo about “change and hope”.  We are all outraged over this, however Father Pfleger in usual Obama whacko anti-American friend fashion has resorted to rather unorthodox means of gaining attention.

CHICAGO, Illinois (CNN) The Rev. Michael Pfleger has ordered the American flag at St. Sabina Church hung upside-down — a historic sign of distress — to symbolize the growing death toll among the city’s youngsters.

So far this school year, 36 children and teens have been murdered — more than one a week — and Pfleger is among a chorus of weary Chicagoans who say the slayings aren’t getting the attention they deserve.

Had 36 kids died of swine flu this year, “there would be this great influx of resources that say, ‘Let’s stop this, lets deal with this,’ ” Pfleger said.

Instead, because violence is driving the epidemic, “We’re hiding it. We’re ignoring it. We’re denying the problems,” he said.

Pfleger is not the first Chicagoan to express the sentiment. In 2007, after the city recorded 31 murdered children during the school year, Arne Duncan, then-CEO of public schools, expressed similar disappointment.

Duncan, who now serves as President Obama’s secretary of education, said “all hell would break loose” if these killings took place in one of the metro area’s upscale enclaves.

“If that happened to one of Chicago’s wealthiest suburbs — and God forbid it ever did — if it was a child being shot dead every two weeks in Hinsdale or Winnetka or Barrington, do you think the status quo would remain? There’s no way it would,” he said.

Yet the problem has only worsened since Duncan publicly shared his observation. With about a month left in the school year, Chicago’s public schools have topped the number of students slain in the 2007-2008 and 2006-2007 school years — 27 and 31, respectively.

Obama Bunch

You may remember Father Pfleger as one of Obama’s hometown Chicago moonbat supporters from the presidential campaign. Let’s say that he made some colorful remarks regarding Hillary Clinton.

Yes, that Rev. Pfleger. Why am I not surprised that this reverse racist would be stupid enough to think that he is solving the problem of youth violence by hanging the American flag upside down? Exactly what does he think is this is going to solve? He calls it a “distress signal”. I call it a disgrace. Thankfully someone – a patriot- agreed with me and tore it down.

WGN News Chicago

Pfleger: I’ll keep flying U.S. flag upside down
May 7, 2009

The Rev. Michael Pfleger says someone tore down an American flag he was flying upside down outside his church to protest violence.

But the activist priest quickly replaced it this afternoon — and vowed to keep doing so if people continue taking down the flags.

“There’s more attention being given to the flag than to children dying,” Pfleger said.  “What do we care about children dying?”

Pfleger said he decided to fly the flag upside down outside St. Sabina Church on the South Side as a “distress signal” to raise awareness of how many children are being killed by gun violence.

Pfleger referred to Wednesday’s fatal shooting of 16-year-old Ramone Morris on the West Side and the slaying of 15-year-old Alex Arellano, who was found beaten, shot and burned over the weekend.

Some people have complained to him that it’s inappropriate to use the flag as an act of protest.

The U.S. Flag Code, passed by Congress, states the flag should not be flown upside down “except as a signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property.”

Pfleger said the recent killings of children demand such a signal of distress.

“Life is at risk and particularly our children,” Pfleger said.  “If it’s a distress signal, we’re feeling it in Chicago.”

He said he plans to keep the flag flying upside down until “people are going to acknowledge and do something about” the violence.


I pray that someone tears it down again. Let’s call upon President Obama to tell his anti-American friend to stop this unpatriotic nonsense.

Obama has no problem criticizing those attending the tea parties but he is silent on this issue.

Let me guess Mr. President, you don’t know the guy right? Arne Duncan is another joke altogether. Why did Obama believe Duncan should serve as Secretary of Education when the Chicago public school system he worked for had gone to shit. The two played one on one together, so that was a good enough reason to hire Duncan. Now Duncan wants to take away vouchers from children who attend private schools. Good call Duncan.

We indeed need a distress signal- for the White House. Obama and his cuckoos  are coming home to roost.

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