President Obama's Speech To Our Children

My first-grade son went to school on Tuesday wearing a regular pair of shorts, a Boston Red Sox shirt (atta boy!), his Sketchers, and a MarioKart backpack. He came home that afternoon in red overalls, this shirt, work boots, and a napsack that kind of looked like this. All he could talk about was revolution and the People (capital P) and something called "marks." Needless to say, his mother and I were very concerned, even outraged, but we weren't sure what was going on.

Then we saw this:



And we read this. And listened to this.

It soon became clear to us that Pres. Obama's speech to our youth was nothing more than Communist Propaganda. We immediately created a petition for our son's teacher, principal, and district superintendent to be fired. We will not allow the President of the United States to speak to our children! We will not allow a sense of patriotism to invade our schools and infect the hearts and minds of our nation's school children! No President is going to instill in my son a love for education and service to America! Fight!

Here are a few of the more overt and outrageous portions of President Obama's speech:

But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, the best schools in the world -- and none of it will make a difference, none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities, unless you show up to those schools, unless you pay attention to those teachers, unless you listen to your parents and grandparents and other adults and put in the hard work it takes to succeed. That's what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education.

Now please pick your jaws up off your keyboard. The steady indoctrination of personal responsibility that is a hallmark of communist thought pervades this speech. I imagine it is at this point that all of the backpacks were removed from the little hooks at the back of the room and replaced with new, soviet-style, napsacks.

Maybe you could be a great writer -- maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper -- but you might not know it until you write that English paper -- that English class paper that's assigned to you. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor -- maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or the new medicine or vaccine -- but you might not know it until you do your project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a senator or a Supreme Court justice -- but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.

Inspiring the youth to explore their potential is a typical socialist ploy meant to destroy their wills. In America we go to underperforming public schools, become crushed by health care costs, and lose our retirements and hope for a better future to greedy corporations. Don't mess my kid up with your fluffy dream talk.

But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life -- what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you've got going on at home -- none of that is an excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude in school. That's no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. There is no excuse for not trying.

What you look like? Where you come from? What is he, racist?

The story of America isn't about people who quit when things got tough. It's about people who kept going, who tried harder, who loved their country too much to do anything less than their best.

What would President Obama know about the story of America? He wasn't even born in America. Plus, he's a Muslim.

So today, I want to ask all of you, what's your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a President who comes here in 20 or 50 or 100 years say about what all of you did for this country?

Hopefully that future President will say that the contribution my son made was to resist the Obama propaganda machine. I can't believe that they showed this in my son's school. I'm literally sick to my stomach.

So, anyway, today we dressed our son in an American flag with a bald eagle backpack and told him to show that school what patriotism is really all about and refuse to listen to anything the President says, no matter how benign or universally acceptable.