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Your Parental Rights Don’t Exist When You Send Your Kid To Public School
May. 28, 2015 11:00am
Matt Walsh

Matt Walsh is a blogger, writer, speaker, and professional truth sayer.
A week or two ago I received a message from a notorious fugitive named Julie Giles. She complained that she’d recently been arrested, shackled, and cuffed for barbaric and shocking crimes against humanity. The courts determined that she was a threat to herself, her family, and her community, therefore she was seized and charged like the scurrilous criminal she so clearly is.
What were these depraved acts, you ask? What sort of atrocities had she committed? What kind of vile transgressions led to her being chained and perp-walked like Charles Manson? Why does this previously law abiding middle aged woman now have her very own mugshot on file over at central booking?
Well, her son missed class a few times.
You see, according to the compulsory attendance policy at her kid’s public school in Georgia, the district will magnanimously allow a parent to keep their kid home from school up to five times in a year without a doctor’s note. Once they exceed that magically arbitrary fifth “unexcused” absence, every succeeding incident must be specifically prescribed by a medical professional. Even if the parent feels the child should stay home, the school will not allow it unless a doctor agrees. Otherwise, the parent could be thrown in jail, which is a totally reasonable response.
Julie’s son unfortunately made the mistake of getting sick more times than the school allows, and so a warrant was issued for his mom’s arrest.
Keep in mind, this is not a unique or uncommon situation. Julie is only the latest in a long, long, long line of parents who have been violently reminded that we live in a fascist state where liberty is, increasingly, a mere fiction.
A Gofundme account has been set up to help the family deal with the legal expenses, but even if she avoids jail time for her sins, the shame and embarrassment won’t necessarily dissipate so quickly.
Now, we might all be feeling exhausted by the constant onslaught of stories about government busybodies bullying parents and children in the name of “education” or “safety” or whatever, but I think a few things need to be said about this latest bit of insanity:
First, it bears emphasizing that this is insanity. A reasonable person could reach no other conclusion. If you laugh it off, shrug your shoulders and say, “well, that’s the law,” you are a weak, cowed, subservient, un-American, self-hating vassal and you should be ashamed of yourself. Yes, it might be “the law,” but it’s a tyrant’s law. It’s a bad law. It’s a stupid law. It’s a law that says a bureaucrat should exercise greater control over your child than you. It’s a law that ought to be broken and ignored and demolished. It’s a law that has no right to exist in the first place.
Second, Julie tells me that her son is an Honor Roll student who averaged a 91 in all of his classes this year. He missed 12 days (although he did have a doctor’s note for some of them, and three were due to a school wide virus that was severe enough to be reported on the local news) and still aced his assignments. That means the absences had no negative impact on him academically.
Third, clearly a note from a parent should be required when a student doesn’t show up to school. Kids these days: sometimes they like to cut class and hide in the woods behind the soccer field out back. Or they go to the IHOP down the street and feast on pancakes until someone dimes them out to the assistant principal. Or, you know, some other random example. The point is, requiring a note from a parent makes sense. But requiring a note from a doctor means the parent’s word isn’t good enough. It means parents are stripped of their authority to decide whether their own children should go to school on a particular day.
Fourth, find me one doctor who considers this a good policy. Do you think your daughter’s pediatrician wants to have his waiting room clogged by kids with simple colds and stomach bugs? Aside from the financial strain on the parent, think about the strain it puts on these doctor’s offices – not to mention what it does to insurance rates. If I took my kids in every time they had a virus or a bad case of the sniffles, I’d be bankrupt by the end of the year.
Kids get sick. When kids spend a lot of time with other kids in enclosed environments, they get sick even more. Usually, a day’s rest, a few bowls of soup, and plenty of fluids are all they need to feel better. At a certain point, as a parent, you begin to understand this reality and elect not to make a doctor’s appointment over every tummy ache or sore throat. In fact, it’s often better not to take them to the doctor because that’s where sick people congregate. A really good way to make your kid go from kind of sick to really sick is to drag their weakened immune system to a place where more serious germs are prowling for a fresh respiratory system or digestive tract to infiltrate.
Great plan, school system!
But, fifth, that’s all irrelevant. The point is that I am a parent. A father, in my case. As a father, I have been endowed by God with a certain fundamental authority over my progeny. He has given them to me and to my wife. He has entrusted them to our care. They are ours. We don’t own them like objects or slaves, but they are our jurisdiction and responsibility.
They are my children. I don’t own them like objects but they are my jurisdiction and responsibility.
Yes, a parent can rightly lose that authority. If they treat their kids in abusive, violent, and heinous ways, their God-given parental rights can be taken from them — just as any right can be taken from people who reveal themselves to be a danger to those around them. These people, for instance, who locked a 5-year-old child in a closet and nearly starved him to death obviously deserve to have all of their rights permanently rescinded. Unlike Julie Giles, these despicable people ought to be chained and locked in a cage like dogs.
But just because a small percentage of parents have acted in monstrous and unspeakable ways doesn’t mean all of us should be covered in a cloak of suspicion. Just because a minority have been exposed as fatally sadistic and incompetent doesn’t mean we should all be micromanaged and infantilized. And, importantly, just because a certain number of parents fall somewhere on the scale between “selfish idiot” and “murderous wretch” doesn’t mean public schools suddenly become defacto daddies to every single child within a 20-mile radius of their building.
Schools are just schools. They are places that teach students how to say the ABCs, how to add two plus two, and how to use lube and get abortions. You know, the basic stuff. They are not foster parents. They are not kings. They are not gods.
Our children are not owed to them. They exercise no ownership over them. In a free country (so, not this one) a school would be a tool for parents to use. A place to which parents delegate some temporary and conditional authority. Authority that can be revoked at any time, for any reason. Period.
In a nation where liberty is cherished and protected, I can take my kids out of school because they’re sick, or because I want to bring them on an educational trip to Gettysburg or Fort McHenry, or because there’s a personal or family matter that needs to be attended to, or because I just feel like it, damn it. All the school needs to know or deserves to know is that I, the parent, have given my child permission to miss classes for the day. I do not need permission from the school in order to grant permission to the being my wife and I have conceived and raised and housed and fed and loved and funded for his entire life.
In a nation where the family is revered as sovereign and sacred, this is how it would be.
Tragically, we don’t live in that nation.
We live in one where this kind of outrageous nonsense happens on a regular basis.
Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t call it outrageous. “Outrageous” means: “grossly offensive to the sense of right and decency; highly unusual or unconventional; extravagant; remarkable.”
It is certainly grossly offensive that a woman can be put in chains for keeping a sick kid home from school, but is it highly unusual or remarkable?
Not really.
Every state in America has compulsory education laws on the books. In every part of this country there are government buildings where all kids nearby are automatically required to assemble six hours a day, five days a week, nine months a year, for at least 12 years. In these buildings, they are taught whatever a bunch of government bureaucrats think they should be taught; and they are subjected to whatever ideas, policies, propaganda, and rules the government thinks they should be subjected to; and every day their identities, belief systems, and futures are shaped and molded according to the whims of the state.
There are things you can do to circumvent or avoid this process, but there are plenty of regulations in place to make that more difficult. And aside from the regulations, our society is so profoundly centered around the compulsory government education system that many of us have become dependent upon it. While we whine and cry about so many other government intrusions, none of them — not a single one — has been as effective at fundamentally changing our values and our views on life as compulsory government schooling.
Because the government requires our kids to leave us at the age of four or five, and spend most of their time in these giant factory-like structures where they are constantly deconstructed and reassembled in the image of the state, we have ourselves adopted the belief that things should be this way. We’ve arrived at the near-universal conclusion that the home is just a place where everyone returns at the end of the day, after spending most of their time serving at the behest and under the authority of teachers, bosses, and coworkers.
In the modern arrangement, the only family member who actually spends significant time in the home is the dog. For everyone else, it’s just a place to sleep before you go your separate ways again in the morning. It’s a staging ground of sorts. It’s a temporary break from the more important business of sitting at a desk in a school building or a cubicle.
If that’s all a home and a family really are, then I suppose compulsory government education makes sense. If kids aren’t meant to spend extensive amounts of time in their homes and around their parents, then the law should indeed protect them from the very damaging effects of prolonged parent-exposure.
But if the home and the family are more than that — if they are, far from an hindrance, actually the most valuable and natural context for education and growth — then compulsory attendance laws are counterproductive, abominable, and absurd. They penalize a parent for being around their kid too much. They force a divide between parent and child, and insist that the two must have a verified medical excuse if they wish to be together during “school hours.”
So if this is built on a false premise — if it is, in fact, wrong to assume that families should ideally be pulled apart and separated for most of the day, every day – then what happened to Julie Giles is a (common and predictable) atrocity. In that case, compulsory attendance should be abolished, and as a result, public education itself should be called into question. In fact, all of our modern notions about education, the family, and the home ought to be reexamined and ultimately upended.
In the mean time, though, while we await the general reawakening of the American people, the best course of action, individually, is to search for alternatives outside of government education. Homeschool is a great choice. If you can’t do that, look into private schools or charter schools. If all else fails, I always suggest releasing your child into the wilderness to be raised by coyotes before sending them to government educational factories. They’ll probably end up more mentally and emotionally adjusted than they would in our current public school system.
In lieu of all of those options, public school might be your only remaining choice. If you go that route, just realize what it means. You are forfeiting your parental rights. The schools have made this terrible and unconstitutional fact clear, and the courts have backed them up. Make sure you understand that going in.
And, as a side note, make sure your kid is taking his vitamin C. After all, if he gets a cold you might end up in prison.

Hello 2015!

Hi folks.

I have actually made some resolutions for the new year. One is to be more consistent with my blogging. I want to make the blogs more interesting and fun (or not). The point is, I do not want to just write health reports or political rants (though that could happen since I’m only human) I will try to compete with my daughter, who is a pro. ( and really really witty. See http://snowglobedweller.wordpress.com/)
I start the new endeavor on Monday, January 5th.
I hope you will like what I have to say, and if you don’t, please comment and suggest what you would like to hear…I have deep resources.

Happy new year, everyone!

My Holidays were spent with these two rugrats. I think they are kind of cute!

I'm a happy baby!

I’m a happy baby!

I like my truck

I like my truck

Things are not always as they seem

I recently posted about my great weekend. The anniversary, the baby, etc.

Today, I am sucking in all the beauty that is Houston in the fall. Perfect skies, perfect temp, newly mowed lawn and my pup sleeping beside me as I write.

I say this because I AM NOT depressed…

However, on Tuesday morning around 0800, I received a text from my favorite PA, Erin. She had the results of my blood-work that I had done on Friday (my granddaughter’s birthday). This was supposed to be the 4 week post Sovaldi viral load check. It was actually closer to 6 weeks. So far, since week 4 of the regimen, my Hep C has been undetectable.

The message was “Well the bad news is, the virus is back. The good news is, Harvoni was FDA approved on Friday” (yeah, the same one)

So…I am going back on meds, again. Starting in about 1-2 weeks, and will be on those meds for another 6 months. We should have better results this time since the drug combines 2 direct acting antivirals, where as the last treatment only had 1. They are both in the same pill, and have no bad side effects like the Ribavirin I was taking with the last treatment (no more anemia or shortness of breath!!!).

So the word is… go Harvoni! And lots of prayer is needed and appreciated.

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What a Wonderful World.

Joey and I just had the best weekend we could ever expect. It was our 21st anniversary on Sunday.

On Friday, we drove up to Austin to see our grandson, Waylan, and to be around in the event that Lindsay, our daughter-in-law, went into labor. As it turned out, she and Seth, our son, had gone to the hospital the night before with the intentions of inducing labor on Friday morning (she was 1 week past due date). This, however, was not conveyed to us.

Fortunately, Lindsay’s mom, Denise, had gone up on Thursday afternoon. The grands sat around with Waylan on Friday afternoon, and waited. At around 6pm, we got a text that the baby was here! After about 30 more minutes, we got some pictures. Waylan, who is roughly 2.5 years old, looked at the picture and said excitedly “baby, baby” and tried to pick the picture up. WE were glad for the reaction, because we weren’t sure how he would respond. So we ate supper and waited, since the new mom was tired and didn’t want company.

On Saturday morning, we (the grands and Waylan) went to the hospital to see the new addition. When we arrived, Waylan was so glad to see his parents! He has never been away from them for more than a couple of hours, and he had just spent 36 hours without them. He got up on the bed saying “baby” and “Immy” (her name is Imogene Rose) and wanted to hold her. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. It was so beautiful to see that instant love and familial bond. He was smiling to beat the band, and being SO gentle. I just started snapping away in burst mode, to try to capture it all.

Imogene is everything I had hoped for, and more. I am so happy for Seth and his newly expanded family. And so happy for me and Joey as we watch our family grow.

Waylan and Immy 1

Waylan and Immy 1

Waylan and Immy 2

Waylan and Immy 2

Imogene Rose Grueneberg

Imogene Rose Grueneberg

Nonnie and Imogene

Nonnie and Imogene

Papa and Imogene

Papa and Imogene

The little family just got bigger

The little family just got bigger


It’s summertime, and I’m ecstatic! My treatments are going very well, with actual results. I am currently HCV free (first time since 1985!) The only side effects are migraines and anemia, but both are controlled with adjunctive therapy. This beats the heck out of the other 5 rounds of chemo!

I have been traveling again, both for pleasure and business. Since May, I have been in Austin (repeatedly), Key West, Chicago, Ft Worth, and Portland.
I am still semi-retired, but doing a lot of volunteer work: at my church, in the GOP, in the Tea Party, and the Greg Abbott campaign. I’m still the VP of the Greater Houston Society of Echocardiography, as well as their webmaster.

My kids are all doing GREAT!
My grandson is now 2 and has a sister on the way, eta: October!
Joey is doing extremely well. We are adjusting to the “empty nest” and being “grands” It is really quiet comfortable. We are both looking forward to the 40 year NHS reunion at the end of the month.
I can’t hardy wait to see everyone!

Fields of Sunflowers in Ennis TX

Fields of Sunflowers in Ennis TX

Papa Mike and

This past Monday and Tuesday marked a huge leap in the relationship with my grandson. Up till now, his mother and grandmother have never left the two of us alone. (I guess they don’t trust “feeble old men”). But they did leave us alone for a couple of hours while they went shopping. Now, I have always loved this little guy, even before he was born. But suddenly, he is no longer a baby. He is a boy, with all the accompanying attributes for said creature. We UNDERSTAND each other. He is SO much fun, now, because he is “interactive”. I can hardly wait to see him again!!!


Been a while…

Yes, it has. But I am still alive and kicking, albeit a little bit slower.
I had a RE-repair of an abdominal hernia, a little reminder of the liver transplant. The original mesh had ripped, allowing a possible strangulation of my small intestine. Dr Cicalese and his team arrived just in time to save it.
However, my system cannot tolerate the strain from major surgery, anymore. My liver and kidneys tried to fail, causing the hospitalization to last almost 2 weeks as opposed to 3 days.
God, prayers and my medical team pulled of the miracle one more time.
I guess I’m on my 8th life now, so I’ve got to navigate life more carefully.
But no worries! I’m alive, and somewhat healthy. I intend to spend even more time with friends and family…and my new buddies, Waylan and Murphy.

Thanks to all of you who continue to petition the Lord with prayer, on my behalf.






Mid April…

Well, April has been busy so far, and shows no signs of slowing down. Yes, I get tired, but I pace myself as well as I can. It’s actually refreshing to be sort of “normal” again, after so long.

Weekend of 4/7-8, we had Lindsay’s and Seth’s baby shower for my grandson Waylan. It was a large turnout, the food and company were excellent and a good time was had by all. Sunday was Easter and we had our traditional crawfish boil (for Easter and for Joey’s birthday.) Rick and Kat Garcia were in attendance and brought Kat’s brother and his wife and daughter, and we really enjoyed getting to know them, as well as catching up with our good friends the Garcias. Oh, and the crawfish was to die for… it was Evan’s first time to purge, and he did a great job… no muddy taste in these bugs!

This weekend, it is actually Joey’s birthday (4/13) and we spent the day buying shrubs, flowers and vegetable plants. Then we planted then and fertilized and watered everything. The botanical efforts are really progressing! I grilled up some salmon burgers and corn on the cob for supper, and we had a nice quiet evening. Today has been a hodgepodge of activity, with most of my day spent researching the parts list I need to get my 1971 Triumph up and running. Time is of the essence! Tomorrow is the church cookout and games day (if we don’t get rained out).

So far, April is FUN. Oh, and I am still working 3 days a week… long hours, but it’s still a lot of fun for me. I like my job and the people I work with.

I hope everyone has a great week!

Here is a slideshow of pics from last weekend. Enjoy!

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