A "preparatory school": Prep for What?All trash to recycling!

Conversation that never occurred

"Is there life before death?" (BMcC[18-11-46-503])All trash to recycling!

"What men are willing to put up with depends on what they are able to look forward to." (Arnold Hauser)All trash to recycling!

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BMcC"You never taught me there could be any value in life. You intimidated me. Somehow I pretended to myself it was better than it was, and I was just a kid who was made to be partly blinded. You think I would have dared tell you what I thought if I did think it? It has taken me a long time to more clearly see what you were, and I'm now aware that I'm not done yet.[1]"  (ContinuedNext)

The humanist architectand educator, Louis Kahn said:

"The city is the place of availabilities. It is a place where a small boy, as he walks through it, may see something that will tell him what he wants to do his whole life."(LOBELL, p. 44)

A village, in contrast, is a place where people toil day after day (to borrow a phrase from Karl Marx:) to reproduce individual and species life. A village is a place of needs, with occasional festivals to relive the tedium of an endless secular wheel of karma.

For me, St. Paul's Scoool was like a village, not a city in Kahn's honorific not merely demographic sense. Nobody inspired me to want to do anytihng – except for them to: "lay off!", which they would not do, with their endless wheel of bad karma of ass—ignments, tests and [de]grades. (Of course I wanted to get "A"s because then they hurt me less then if I had got worse grades but the "A"s never meant anything like an honor, for I did not feel the teachers' opinions had any value, nor was it even really a reward since getting an "A" one day did not exempt me from being tested yet again the next....) It was never ending endlessly repeated threats of: Or else![3]

Why were these people what they were?

        "Hammurabi's children made their house of slavery's bricks
        Imprimatured by some mad priest's imagined good.
        The good is gone; the priest stamps on...." (George Delury)

Bradford, a preventable tragedy.

Why were these people what they were? What were the conditions for the possibility of them (or anybody...) being such people? What is wrong with the world to have produced such things? Congenital syphilis of the soul, passed down from each rotting generation to the next as if it as some sort of gift?

One of the most disgusting things I have read recently: "Maimonides, Hebrew scholar and physician in the Middle Ages, wrote that circumcision exercised a civilizing effect by weakening the penis, thus counteracting excessive lust." (Hanny Lightfoot-Klein, "Prisoners of ritual", p. 185). I never saw any indictation that the faculty of St. Paul's School was interested in weakening penises, just in aim-inhibited homoeroticism in body contact athletics and locker room pub[l]ic gender apartheid nudity. But that is crass hormonal "sex", not connoisseurship of eros.

I was childreared to not see the obvious → perhaps for no good reason but that is a different question. It recently dawned on me, and I have mailed Dr. Wight (+2022.10.12):

Respectfully, Sir, I have one more thought that once it dawned on me I cannot get out of my head.

Both yourself and Dr. Trusty are graduates of Gilman School?

You two are the enemy within (or turncoats). It's as if Dr. Vladimir Putin became President of The United States. He might make a very good President, but all the American people would need to have their heads turned around 180 degrees after being indoctrinated all their lives with propaganda that he was bad.

Is Dr. Trusty (to quote himself): "a little loud during athletic contests, as I join you in cheering on our boys in blue and gold." even when the lacrosse or tackle football testosterone and adrenaline intoxicated pubescent males going at each other on both sides are representatives of his side? Which side does he cheer? Or both? Or does he publicly recuse himself?

Do the young lads at St. Paul's submit essays on game day discussing whether students at Gilman school yell "Beat Gilman!" and if yes, why and if not why not?"; and, conversely, if the students at Gilman School yell: "Beat St. Paul's!", do they themselves also yell "Beat St. Paul's!" and if yes why and if no why not?

The Crusaders or The Mediators?


Bradford McCormick

Pop quiz!

Question: What is wrong with the following sentence?

"Mommy, daddy, please take me away from this awful place!"

Answer: I was so "lost" that I could not even imagine I could seek this kind of aid and comfort from my parents (see: here), or that my life could be better. (See immediately aboveNext)

Prep for what?

"Why am I dying to live if I am only living to die?" (Cat Stevens, aka: Yousef)

What was St, Paul's School preparing me for? Nothing. Nothing I might want to live for (I did not aspire to head-butt). Memorizing facts that were already in ink on paper, each already within the easy reaches of even my teaches (←that rhymes!). St. Paul's School prepared me to look ahead but not forward continuing to be dead for long before my corpse would be certified by 2 licensed physicians.

I had no idea what living might be, nor even learning. They could have been showing us how to learn and what resources were avaiable, not testing us on memorizing facts. My father had bought a Webcor electric reel-to-reel tape recorder already when I was in elementary school. I knew how to record facts on it and play them back; I could have showed the teaches how to do it, too.

St. Paul's School prepared me to expect ever more "Or else!"s, because I did not dispose over inherited wealth, and it did not prepare me to find a sinecure where I could live out my days in peace. It would be redudant to damn the place because it was already unwittingly in that condition (apparently other students, parents, teachers (aka: "masters", even though it was after 1863 in USA) and others did not then and still do not feel similarly?).

"There is no pain to which death does not bring surcease." (Sancho Panza)

Je me souviens. Is there life before death, Rrose Sélavy?[2]

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  1. +2021.01.2324: This day, I have come up with a better name for my childrearing and "prep" schooling than "Abwelt": "Scheißestückwelt". ~ Also, this day, I think I have figured out (after years of not fully processed empirical observations) what might have gotten me better appropriate treatment as a child, from people who treated me no more kindly than had they just been more cinder blocks in the upper school building's interior walls: to have survived cancer. Then they would have been in awe of every little thing I did, as a miracle they could understand.
  2. For anyone who does not "get it", "Rrose Sélavy" translates to: erotic pleasure is life. The author was the artist Marcel Duchamp.
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    @polka dot I lived in a totalitarian state here in USA as a young person. It was after 1863 and I had masters. I had no freedom vis-a-vis the curriculum and the one time I took intellectual initiative the teacher tried to crush my soul (he did not succeed). I could not even keep the natural hari on my head but was coered to help keep America beautiful by submitting to being haircutted each two weeks: passum sub iugum. For me, it was a totalitarian dictatorship of my intrusive parents and teachers. I did,however have religious freedom. Why? Because I attended a school nominally associated with the Episcopal Church where they worshipped graven images: varsity football and lacrosse team victory shiny plated trophy cups, and the faculty did not care about spirituality, so they did not monitor it. I became a flaming atheist there. They did, however, coerce me to attend cheer rallies. In my yearbook, it reads: "He opposed the cult of school spirit." I have no idea how much more oppressed I would have been had I not got straight "A" grades which made me good PR for them. I had no civil rights. They subjected me to 2 Inquisitorial Proceedings where they were out for show trial confesions but in one case I became amnesiac and in the other case I was right. Repeat: I had no freedom on this side of the Iron Curtain. Today I sometimes wonder if I might have had it better on th other side, of which I was kept in ignorance.
  4. "Gentlemen faculty of St. Paul's School for Boys. Do you remember that day you tried to intimidate a little boy, Brad McCormick, to get him to confess to having weitten a word you didn't like in the condensation on a school bus window? You didn't ask him why he might have done such at thing, especially unbecoming to a straight 'A' student. Your sole purpose was to hurt and shame him. You showed no kindness, no hospitality to my messenger who had been sent to test you. Gentlemen, yours is a Christian school? Do you believe in God? You were tested that day: As you do it unto the least of these My brethren, you do it unto Me. You sealed you fate for all eternity, like the people of Sodom and Gomorrah. You may go for now."
Are you a male dog or are you a man?
Single occupancy male urinal. Amenity necessary for personal modesty and dignity StP did not provide for us students. What was their objective?
Male urinal
The artist Marcel Duchamp raised a standard male urinal to high art. Headmaster Middleton lowered boys to smelling up public pubic exposure urinals to make them "men".
Storm drain near the Kinsolving gymnasium, from a back-end page of the 1964 Crusader yearbook. A meatfor(sic).
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