Okay, Boomer…

 

The story is that there was once this sociologist pajeet PhD. In the early 2000s he loaded up and set out to one of the remotest, most illiterate dirty fly blown desolate shithole villages in Dirkadirkastan. When he arrived the villagers mobbed him and his entourage - visitors were a big deal.

The next day they moved into the town square. They set up an awning to work under during the hot sunny days. Then they set up a computer complete with satellite uplinks and other high tech farkles. The kids pestered him with questions or sat nearby where they could watch. Strangers with magical machines were something of a novelty. When everything was set up, the fella logged on, and brought up a game of pong or Pac-Man or something like that. The kids were entranced. He played for awhile and soon the kids clamoured, “Let me try! Let me try!!!”. So he let one of the kids play while the others hooted and gibbered like monkeys. When it was Game Over, the fiendish academic turned off the computer and told the kids that if they wanted to play the game, they’d have to learn to spell their names and the password and log on. “Show us how!!!” The kids begged.

“No,” the doctor replied. But within the week, EVERY child in the village right down to four years old - could type and spell their own names. For a week it was Pac-Man On Demand. The kids revelled in the novelty of it.

Then one day a little sprog sat down and instead of the log in prompt… he was confronted by a picture of a cat on the screen. He tried to type his name but that didn’t work. In a panic he asked, “Doctor, what’s wrong!?!? It’s not working!!!”. The academic, smiled and explained. To log on, the kids would have to type in the name of the picture to log on. The doctor typed in C A T…a lo and behold…he was in like Flynn and playing video games. The pictures changed every time. A dog might come up, pic of a hut, a cow, a car, a plane… “Teach us how to spell,” they begged.

“No,” he said. 

The kids mobbed the literate adults in town and within a couple months, in spite of themselves, all the kids could read and write at elementary school levels. Another awning went up in the town square, and a couple more terminals went in. The login procedure changed weekly, demanding ever higher levels of numeracy and literacy. Soon the kids were teaching themselves and each other. The games changed too, becoming more complex. But in all cases, the doctor and his assistants steadfastly refused to help, and the kids had to rely on themselves to build the skills required to access the games. The doctor and assistants only recorded results and doings of the kids and made sure the equipment ran. Within a year, kids 5-7 years old were reading and writing at a grade 4 or 5 grade level with math skills to match. And they were STILL improving. 

Several months later they came in and there was a white kid on the screen speaking gibberish. But he played great games like Halo and Doom and all the others. The kids pleaded with the doctor and his assistants, “Please! Tell us what this kid is saying!!! We want to play the games he is playing!!!”

“No.” The Doctor replied.

So the kids had to figure out how to speak English. There were muppets and puppets brought in to do linguistic experiments with the younger kids. Kids from over the rainbow and horizon learned to speak Urdu with the kids in the village.

The doctor found that the kids in his village learned far faster in this setting than North American and European kids did in school. They did much better on tests and were off the charts in languages, retention and comprehension. Most importantly - the kids learned to teach themselves. A few were teaching their parents.

Meanwhile… Your 18 year olds can’t do math at all. Pooch-screwing union slob teachers make excuses and invent fake learning disorders like ADS and you believe them. You spend billions on education with nothing to show for it. You put your sons on mind dulling drugs to control them. Your daughters tear each other apart on social media and the losers commit suicide. If they survive they go on psychotropic antidepressants. Perverts are grooming your kids in school and in cyberspace and you sit and wonder if you should do something about it. The world’s foremost experts on EVERYTHING are a click of a mouse away - you can even talk to them personally. Instead you base your world view with “information” from morons like Oprah Winfrey, Piers Morgan, or the farting cows on The View. Or you read the lies printed by the rat faced jews of the NYT or other disreputable “journalists”.

You live in an age of miracles. The Library of Alexandria is at your finger tips. Technology isn’t depriving your kids of a damned thing.