TEA Sells Out Tennessee Teachers
The headlines in a recent issue of the Tennessean read: “Teachers, Governor Make Deal.” No, No, No, the TEA and the Governor made a deal to tie state test scores to the tenure law. It was all done in the name of “Race To the Top,” that is, hoping to get some free money from the money tree in Washington.
It’s time for me, once again, to sing the praises of kale. My favorite way to cook it is lightly sautéed with garlic. I get some olive oil warm in a skillet and add sliced garlic. Freshly washed kale gets chopped horizontally and fills up the pan. A few flips with the spatula, a pinch of salt and a dollop of butter, and in a few minutes it is perfect.
One of my grade school textbooks on farming from a hundred years ago shows two pictures; the expensive way to store machinery and the cheap way. The row of equipment left out in the weather leaked uncomfortably like mine, and the shed was just what I wanted to build. Cheap is not, not building a shed, in the long run. It was high time to quit the expensive storage method.
I have always believed and I continue to believe that the best place to live is in a small town. But it is always sad when a rural community, possessed of integrity and wisdom, gives away to apathy, dishonestly, and plain redneck foolishness. Upon graduation from college, I believed that the best place for me to move to was my native home of Red Boiling Springs, and I’ve not been sorry, but unwise and greedy people have made many of us wishing we could return to the good ole days when morality and common sense ruled and fleecing the town of its tax dollars was a no no.
A recent Letter to the Editor suggested a gardening class at the local school, and maybe me as the teacher. As I entertain this idea, a variety of thoughts pass through my consciousness. Although it’s inevitable that in the future, growing food will be taught again, I am not predicting a personal career change anytime soon.
Being an animal lover, I resent any homo sapien, whether a city councilman in Red Boiling Springs, or in Elm City, W.S.A., who unleashes a verbal attack against the highly intelligent chimpanzee. I submit that the chimpanzee may indeed be superior to some elected officials in their behavior.
Glen Leven farm is located just south of Woodmont Avenue on Franklin Road. A 65 acre farm there seems out of place, with cars whizzing by in the front and I-65 bordering the back of the property. It was a revolutionary war period land grant that remained in the family, and is grandfathered in as a farm because they kept cattle.
When the liberal Governor of Kentucky issued his edict forbidding the calling of the traditional Christmas tree by its name, but instead referring to it as a holiday tree, Kentuckians cried out in protest. The cries grew louder and more numerous in opposition to the Governor’s doofus policy, forcing him to recant. He got his Christmas present early-egg on his face.
Neither tongue nor pen can express the sadness in my heart for the victims and families that died at Fort Hood at the hands of a radical Muslim. Try as hard as they may, the liberal media cannot divorce radical Islam from Hasan, and the influence it wielded upon him as he called upon the name of Allah and then killed thirteen innocent soldiers in cold blood. No, he was not stressed out, he was psyched out by Allah, which drove him to murder American soldiers, who were going to war against his Muslim brethren. He was as much a terrorist as he pulled the triggers of the two pistols he used to slaughter those good Americans as the Muslims who high-jacked planes on 9/11 and flew them into the World Trade Centers and into the Pentagon killing over three thousand Americans.