Consideration of the virtues not aside, an old pal who's been boss of a seminary in Oxford for ages says that his students tend to be "fragile."
I can believe it, such is the snowflake generation who cry at the drop of an incorrect personal pronoun but seem to be down with Pink Moloch infanticide.
Whatever. Here at the Compound we're all about solutions and staying positive in the fight, so here's some helpful advice from Texas via the Mine.
A weepy student requests a "dialogue." Aristotle, Ze feels, is "systemic racism." Big problem. Solution? No need for words, pass the little snowflake a crying towel and indicate the door. But what if the snowflake's been harmed by someone's insensitivity and wants to tell you, the Principal, all about it?
Easy. Produce a plastic rodent and put it on the desk, then take an axe and chop it up exclaiming, "No one likes a rat." Pass the bits of severed rat to the student and instruct them to take it home. Throw in a towel for good measure, why not, there's no "rule."
Thanks again for the retreat, RW.
Illuminatio Mea,
LSP
Okay - RW is cute. He also cost me money because I saw a reference to The Soul of The Apostolate by Jean-Baptiste Chautard O.C.S.O, and decided I needed a copy. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteWas the axe and rat scenario covered in your retreat?
ReplyDeleteI think that you need to run an LSP retreat where everyone is given an axe and a plastic rat to chop up as a form of therapy. When you think about it a religious and shooting retreat there at the compound would be cathartic.
Produce a plastic rodent and put it on the desk, then take an axe and chop it up exclaiming, "No one likes a rat." Pass the bits of severed rat to the student and instruct them to take it home. Throw in a towel for good measure, why not, there's no "rule."
ReplyDeleteLOL.
Could be very effective.
Just the sight of that plastic rat should be enough to send them weeping.
ReplyDeleteInteresting post, Parson. I prefer not to learn all those extra words. He. She. Simple.
ReplyDeleteGood thing I'm not a headmaster. Though I guess I'd have to be a headmistress..
P.s. sorry if this posts twice.
Why use plastic rats? Real live, dirty, juicy rats would hammer the point home much more efficiently.
ReplyDeleteJust here to help, Reverend.
Snerk- Fredd is right, but the clean up would be a mess, especially after the snowflake puked their guts out!
ReplyDeleteIt's a good book, Adrienne! And I'll be sure to pass on your regards.
ReplyDeleteLL, a few years ago I put it to the bishop that we needed a new way of vetting clergy. "If you can't ride and you can't shoot, you can't get in."
ReplyDeleteI see the rat/axe therapy evolution as part of the school.
AOW, I got that wisdom from LL. Good, eh?
ReplyDeleteJim, I just laughed... and think, they're the descendants of the people who ruled most of the world. Remarkable.
ReplyDeleteLinda! Check your privilege!
ReplyDeleteI like that, Fredd. Why settle for fake when real is better?
ReplyDeleteNFO, imagine the upset when they're told to cook and eat it. Somewhere in the Brecons, perhaps.
ReplyDeleteThese idiots are going to have so much trouble getting through life. See, there is a silver lining in everything. Except abortion homicide.
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