Post hoc ergo propter hoc
Once upon a time school districts had their way... more money to educate was the status quo way. Then along came an awakened taxpayer spider, who quickly took a seat right down beside her ... The spider, you see, was ignored by some - until down in flames went Muffet's referendum. The lesson, quite clearly, was just that - while the spider sleeps Miss Muffet gets fat... It all seemed so simple, we cannot stay quiet. Miss Muffet must forever adhere to a diet.
But the violins still play for more money to spend, as the pedagogic gadgetry simply knows no end. With rosin to spare they play a soothing lay, and an overriding note will appear every day. Quality they sing is their banner of proof, a self-evident virtuoso played from every school's roof. A quality education is what the bureaucrats croon - If you dare suggest else you're a naysayer, a buffoon! Or worse, yes much worse, if you suggest they're dragoons - they'll silence your voice with a blue shirted goon. But of course, if not quality, what else could it be? No, please don't suggest - it's not mediocrity.
There is nothing else their eyes will detect, it is clear as a bell - it is the effect. And so they contend it's self evident you see, the cause must be fed in all its enormity. The students they say will sprout wings of esteem and the cost we must bear should not make us scream. Take solice, have patience, do not be wary, we are told we will benefit far beyond the debts we must carry. It is a quality matter these pinions of ed, we're told we'll all benefit - after we are dead!
So they sing and they play with the most profound sense of need. Not even Maslow himself could climb higher than thee. Only the purveyor's blind eye can see the true light. Only he can guide us down this disquised path in the night. After all, fellow citizens, we have surveys so heed, 90 percent or more tell us they all have agreed - these kids get much more than mediocrity they say, they all believe its quality at the end of the day!
The lines were all drawn, and the kids felt charmed. Mom and dad were off the hook, we're told no one was harmed. So went the mantra, until the spider was tasked - compared to what then, my friend, the spider simply asked? And ahh, there's the rub in a question off the shelf, how can there be quality when you compare only to ones self?
A question such as this must surely be asked, for if not it creates an invisible mask. And a mask such as this one cannot easily perceive - it is a tool of great value for those who decieve. So off with that mask to reveal what is true, let's see what's the matter, let's see all the way through. And this ruse to which the purveyors are bent, holds the cause must follow from the effects that it lent. But sans the mask the face is now presented....and that, ladies and gents, is clearly resented.
For you see my good friends as the spider will mock, theirs does not follow- it's merely post hoc.
OTBL
But the violins still play for more money to spend, as the pedagogic gadgetry simply knows no end. With rosin to spare they play a soothing lay, and an overriding note will appear every day. Quality they sing is their banner of proof, a self-evident virtuoso played from every school's roof. A quality education is what the bureaucrats croon - If you dare suggest else you're a naysayer, a buffoon! Or worse, yes much worse, if you suggest they're dragoons - they'll silence your voice with a blue shirted goon. But of course, if not quality, what else could it be? No, please don't suggest - it's not mediocrity.
There is nothing else their eyes will detect, it is clear as a bell - it is the effect. And so they contend it's self evident you see, the cause must be fed in all its enormity. The students they say will sprout wings of esteem and the cost we must bear should not make us scream. Take solice, have patience, do not be wary, we are told we will benefit far beyond the debts we must carry. It is a quality matter these pinions of ed, we're told we'll all benefit - after we are dead!
So they sing and they play with the most profound sense of need. Not even Maslow himself could climb higher than thee. Only the purveyor's blind eye can see the true light. Only he can guide us down this disquised path in the night. After all, fellow citizens, we have surveys so heed, 90 percent or more tell us they all have agreed - these kids get much more than mediocrity they say, they all believe its quality at the end of the day!
The lines were all drawn, and the kids felt charmed. Mom and dad were off the hook, we're told no one was harmed. So went the mantra, until the spider was tasked - compared to what then, my friend, the spider simply asked? And ahh, there's the rub in a question off the shelf, how can there be quality when you compare only to ones self?
A question such as this must surely be asked, for if not it creates an invisible mask. And a mask such as this one cannot easily perceive - it is a tool of great value for those who decieve. So off with that mask to reveal what is true, let's see what's the matter, let's see all the way through. And this ruse to which the purveyors are bent, holds the cause must follow from the effects that it lent. But sans the mask the face is now presented....and that, ladies and gents, is clearly resented.
For you see my good friends as the spider will mock, theirs does not follow- it's merely post hoc.
OTBL
posted by Anonymous @ 10:57 AM
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