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Mr. B’s Election Lessons
Whenever it is election time, I always think of two lessons I learned from Mr. B in 8th grade history…
Lesson Number 1:
Liberty is the right to wave your arms about and swing your fists around in the air as wildly as you want until your fist comes in contact with the tip of your neighbor’s nose. When your fist touches your neighbor’s nose, your liberty stops there. As soon as you infringe on the liberty of your neighbor, you have reached the boundaries of your own liberty.
Lesson Number 2:
The first time a major party shift happened in the White House, this event rang out with great significance throughout the world. Back then, kings and queens still ran the show in most countries and if you didn’t like your king or queen, it required lots of revolution, bloodshed, and gruesome stuff like beheadings to change the way things were. By electing a president from a different party, America proved it could not only change its leader, but it could make a bold change in governing ideals and do it without revolution, without bloodshed, without beheadings; it proved it could do it peacefully, and passively simply by voting.
I guess stuffy old Mr. B—whose only humorous moment in many dry months of history lecture involved a filament of something that fell out of his nose and landed on his paintbrush mustache and wafted up and down off the end of his mustache, drooping all the way down over his lip when he stopped speaking, and slowly rising like a flag on a windy day when he orated again until he finally unconsciously scratched his mustache, rolled the filament in his fingers, then flicked it on the floor—I guess what old stuffy Mr. B taught me despite his dry stuffy demeanor is:
It’s cool we have rights; we have liberty; we can vote.
Mr. B taught me America kicks ass!
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