I just returned home from Sunday Mass and am doing one of my fav's; reclining on the couch watching Fox Sunday. There's always an excellent blog idea and today didn't disappoint. The New York City School Board has banned bake sales, according to a teaser prior to a commercial. I figured there must have been a razor blade planted inside an angel food cake at P.S. 145. Here's the real story. The School Board is afraid they will be promoting obesity in young people by having bake sales and to add credibility a red headed twenty-something, slightly frumpy looking, nutritionist, Lori Rose Baker, came out on the side of the "no fun" crowd to justify why cakes are bad.
The death of America will not be a bomb detonated in Cleveland(though it should be considered) nor will it be a lack of health care. Liberals, as much as I detest them and/or a putrid economy won't bring us to our kness. We're doomed due to political correctness.
It just might be that my youth of the 1950's could be the last and greatest period in American History to be a kid. At the dinner table if I didn't have two helpings of mashed potatos and gravy along with creamed corn my parent's thought I had the flu. Ice cream wasn't dessert. It was a part of the main course.
Among the many fun things we had as a kid were carnival fund raisers at Sacred Heart School. The parent's gave their time, too. The event took place in the basement where the cafeteria was located. We had a dunk tank and a bean bag throw. Yes, there was a beer spigot for the men. One of the great highlights of the evening, and it was a continuous event, was the "Cakewalk". Mom's baked cakes. It was an ego thing since each mother wanted to show off her Betty Crocker skill and present a cake that distinguished hers from all the others. On a stage were twenty numbers located in a circular fashion. A record player started, twenty people walked the circle, the music stopped, a number was drawn from a jar and whoever stood on that number won a cake. This went on for hours. One year I won two cakes. It was great fun. 'Obesity', the word, wasn't used often in everyday life and people like Lorie Rose Baker weren't around to make our lives miserable.
The death of America will not be a bomb detonated in Cleveland(though it should be considered) nor will it be a lack of health care. Liberals, as much as I detest them and/or a putrid economy won't bring us to our kness. We're doomed due to political correctness.
It just might be that my youth of the 1950's could be the last and greatest period in American History to be a kid. At the dinner table if I didn't have two helpings of mashed potatos and gravy along with creamed corn my parent's thought I had the flu. Ice cream wasn't dessert. It was a part of the main course.
Among the many fun things we had as a kid were carnival fund raisers at Sacred Heart School. The parent's gave their time, too. The event took place in the basement where the cafeteria was located. We had a dunk tank and a bean bag throw. Yes, there was a beer spigot for the men. One of the great highlights of the evening, and it was a continuous event, was the "Cakewalk". Mom's baked cakes. It was an ego thing since each mother wanted to show off her Betty Crocker skill and present a cake that distinguished hers from all the others. On a stage were twenty numbers located in a circular fashion. A record player started, twenty people walked the circle, the music stopped, a number was drawn from a jar and whoever stood on that number won a cake. This went on for hours. One year I won two cakes. It was great fun. 'Obesity', the word, wasn't used often in everyday life and people like Lorie Rose Baker weren't around to make our lives miserable.
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