1. Ban the aborts totally, having instituted heaviest sanctions for doctors as well as for pregnant women. Introduce a law according to which a woman who does not want to keep a child has to give birth to him and to transfer it to the government.
2. Oblige by law all healthy women from 25 to 35 years old (child bearing age) to give birth in ten years to no less then four children. This would be an obligation, like the obligation for men is the mandatory military service. The moment the children will start to walk they are transferred to the House of Youth – a governmental institution where they are raised and educated by the government.
3. Introduce in usage for those interested a polygamous family, similar to the Muslim ones. To propagandize such a family.
The governmental Houses of Youth will save the children from the bad influence of the parents-commoners, the parents-losers. The red-eyed monster has to disappear. It has to be liquidated.
Lecture two
Schooling in English in translation to Russian is “shkolenie”, in the Russian language there is the word “schooled”. And all this linguistic nest does not mean “learning” at all and even does not mean “education”, but means “training”. “Training” is exactly what it is and if in the Russian version the foreign “school” that changed into “shkola” does not remind of anything daily, then in English every time that it is employed, unequivocally and in no uncertain terms it cries about “training”. It is worth mentioning that the same “schooling” is mentioned also in relation to the training of horses and dogs.
Going back to the real meaning of the word it is easier to understand the essence of the institution proper. Education, training in school comes before the acquisition of knowledge. The goal of schooling is to break the natural instincts of the human being, to break his natural aggression, to suppress it totally. It is not without reason that in all without exception countries, schools always used corporate punishments still some half a hundred years back. School is intended as a repressive institution. It has to be put in the same rank after a coma, before the prison. It is a misunderstanding that school is put in the same rank as libraries and museums and teachers are written a coma after the doctors, they should be put before the supervisors and the top dogs. The fact that school like many governmental institutions has become decrepit, changed, became covered with boring dust should not hide its repressive character. Even today’s crumbling school is doing its job.
After eleven years of an exhausting mind drill, memory loading with unneeded trash of superfluous knowledge, the predominant majority of individuals leave the school desks with a broken will, with smoothed individual particularities, with stamped as a rule talent and tired! The school assembly line of training furnishes the society with toothless little animals, languid and intentionally frozen in their development. They were forcibly filled with unneeded knowledge like the bag of a vacuum cleaner is filled with trash and dust. This senseless knowledge, especially those given in Russian schools will never serve the poor little animals. Once I tried to count what served me in my life from the knowledge that I received in school. It came out to be contemptibly little. Foreign language and geography. Not even literature because all the most powerful books I read them outside of school, despite it, and the majority of books, I read them in English or in French. And these languages I learned them by myself! School did not give me the knowledge of languages. And I learned geography out of interest, myself, not with a schoolbook.
School is needed to society for suppression. It was created for that. It is a governmental institution. And this is why not only it is not guiltless but also just as guilty as courts and prisons in the suppression of man. I recall the ten years I spent behind the school desk with the horror of losing ten of maybe the most perfect, sunny days of my life! Who will give them back to me! To bring an action against the god damned government? Give me back my sunny years! The skirts of the uniform dresses of the girls of my class glistened behind as much as our pants. Six-eight hours of fidgeting on the hard school banks in an uncomfortable position, curving the skeleton, in an age when one should run, jump, shout! Fingers with blisters from the pen. Ugly, bad smelling teachers. The mathematics teacher stank piss when she bended above us. We grimaced and turned away. The physics teacher had a foul breath when, leaning on the desk, bending above us he explained what was calculated wrong in the copybook, which little problem.
Early in the morning, choking on my fried egg, in complete mind numbness I came out, roamed, I recall the dark streets of the town and saw how were walking, staggering on the mud or the ice, the same unfortunate students. To me it was still close to school, near (though we had impracticable mud in spring and fall), but there were kids who did it by foot, plus by tramway, then by autobus. In eighth grade a new form master appeared: Yakov Lvovich Kaprov. Well he beat the students, calling them to the physical cabinet and locking the door. In actual fact all the real hooligans left school for colonies and streets still in 6-7 grades. He beat pretty normal kids, they came out with broken noses. Me, he did not beat me, my father was an officer. But even if we had a sweet form master, what would this have changed? This ten years each of us gave them to the government, did his time. Give me back my sunny years!
School does not teach what one needs for life. They don’t teach at school how to speak with people, how to recognize a false person, how to deal with people, how to command them, how to beat off an attack. What is life, how close will death come, how to meet life pains, what to do if your girl left? School does not answer all these questions. Instead it develops in you secondary instincts of obedience: everybody gets up when the teacher comes in. It teaches you base tricks: knowing the weakness of the teacher one can get a good mark. And it teaches obedience, obedience.
But the most important: those milligrams of actual knowledge that it gives you can be received in a few years, in three years! Why then do they deform the children, oblige them to sit like idiotic dolls in the closed air of the class a supplementary seven years? To totally break off the instincts. So that he gets used to insults and if the retarded teacher, a tramp in torn stockings yells to you: “Moron!” that you don’t hit her in the face but stand still, bending your head. All these years are necessary to solidly break your will, hitting on it every day like with a cub, like with a crowbar.
If somebody was indeed left with good memories about school, they are not about the school itself, but about the two-three interesting guys met there, pretty girls, the first love is remembered there, that is personal stuff.
So when you see a picket or a meeting of teachers, all these aunties the size of a hippopotamus in torn fur-coats, do not pity them, the civil servants who don’t receive their salaries. The same government functionaries like prison supervisors or cops in gray armyaks – they are the employees of a repressive apparatus. (And then, what a nonsense, how come a woman should educate men? It is unnatural.)
One should see the world as it is, that is right. It is extremely important to see the world right. Teachers are not teachers of the normal seeing – they are employees of the governmental apparatus of education. In truth there is a small handful of teachers in the world. To find oneself a teacher is an arduous task. Those who teach at schools cannot be called teachers. It is a sacrilege. Teachers are a small handful. Happy is he who has found his teacher.