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Well, anyway.... The answer to the question concerning how one teaches difficult realities of life to children is this: A good teacher must teach reality in a way that allows children to still have hope. And, one must never sugarcoat science or history. Otherwise, children grow into adults who are unable to accept reality, as it is. Teach Science, and teach it based on the scientific method. Also, teach resilience to children, at every opportunity. If you do not know about teaching resilience to children, then... Take a lesson from Angela Duckworth at Penn. If one hides the truth from children (even though, as we all know, this is an impossibility), then where does one draw the line. At what age does one finally say: OK. We have taught fantasy to this child, for X number of years, and now we will begin to teach this child the facts of life? Don't be a BONEHEAD teacher. Always teach the truth. AND, while teaching the truth, then one must also teach the child how to accept the truth. I mean.... When a child's relative or friend dies, then what do you teach the child? Do you teach the child that this loved one is somewhere up in the sky, looking down, smiling, playing a harp, and singing hymns? Maybe you do, even though you know it is a fib.

Cute reply. But, you are avoiding the question.

So... You do not agree to traumatizing children in school with History? How do you teach the history of WW2. Do you also brush over the history of Bergen Belsen, might one ask? Thank Heaven you were never my teacher. Otherwise, I would know even less than I do now.

Of course, since you are speaking about their "little lives", then I agree with you, if you are teaching six-year-olds. By all means, if you are teaching at this level, then just continue teaching your fairy tales.

Oh. I see. You are a teacher who teaches in the Pollyannaish framework.

Do schools teach much about risk? Existential risk? (Although I do not know, I would guess that they do.)

Maybe NOT such a crying shame if one is OLD and does not care. However, our children DO care.

Are you now saying that children are less worried about the future of their world than are their parents? The opposite is true. Children, these days, are far more worried about the future of the world than are their parents, so sadly. And, children, these days, are becoming more vocal concerning the lack of caring of their parents about the world that our children will inherit. Everybody knows this. I am sure YOU know this, too.

No. In October of 1962, we did not learn much. Most of us were hiding under our desks, as I stated above.

You mean.... "The Last Man on Earth"? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_Enough_at_Last

Do you mean that the following string of characters is depressing? owghewoivhnwpovhnewepofiwheeiffweihfgwepfihwephfwpeghfewpghwepgih2wepigfhwepghiewghf'w Would you say the above string of unintelligible random characters is satirical or depressing or enlightening? Which?

Are you saying that I know NOTHING about ANYTHING? Not even one iota about anything? Or, are you saying that I know something about some things, but not much about anything important?

Wow. The very strange thing is that the RISK of nuclear war, and the IMPLICATION of nuclear war, apparently, is not taught in decent schools these days, judging by the above comments. This is incredible. This topic, the RISK of nuclear war is one of the most important topics that needs to be taught in all schools. OK. Nevermind. Just hide your heads in the sand, and let your hind ends get scorched. Does anyone recall the appalling effects of the Hiroshima bombing? History WILL repeat itself. Why? Just because, we never learn from history. Bombs Away! We will see the Sun on Earth, no doubt. And then, that will be the end of Earth, as we now know it.

Surprising that History is apparently not taught around the world, these days. Instead, they teach Harry Potter. This will bite you in the oss when you least expect it. Those who do not learn from history....etc, etc, etc. Schools, these days, are mostly manure.

This guy is from China, I think. In China, they don't teach History. Instead, they teach Xi Jinping Thought, just as they once taught Mao Zedong Thought. They never learn anything from history in the land of authoritarian control of EVERYTHING, including books, internet, education, and much more. China is 1984 on steroids, under Xi, the Great Panda, panderer.

You are either From China, or, you are on something. Because, you need to get more informed. In fact, the threat of nuclear weapons is significant. Who does not realize this? Most governments would not wish you to know much about the threat of nuclear war. If consumers became too worried about total antihalation, then why would they buy consumer goods when they could buy fallout bunkers. https://fas.org/blogs/secrecy/2021/07/increased-potential/

How can a post be BOTH unintelligible AND depressing? If a post were unintelligible, then how would anyone know if it might not be enlightening, rather than depressing? In fact, no one could know anything about an unintelligible post, if it were unintelligible. For example: If SETI were to receive an unintelligible message from a distant galaxy, and if SETI decided that this message was unintelligible, then would they be able to classify it as depressing, exciting, enlightening, risque, or anything? If you have time, please help me to identify which of my posts here are impossible to understand. Was it my post which began thusly?: ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Was that the one?

Have you ever heard of a condition called: gammopathy Also, there is another condition in which one might have hypergammaglobulinemia

Yes. He was amazing. And so was: Miss Foreign Affairs, as you know.

Yours is a very thoughtful post, which can be appreciated by many. However, for many others, coming to Thailand, or living in Thailand is not an "adventure", but our home. If I were to return to the USA, the last thing I might expect to find is calmness. For me, Thailand presents more of a sense of calm than any other place I have ever visited. Still, if I were to return to the USA, then I might think about buying this house in Arizona, putting in a few windows, and an AC. There is no place like home. There is no place like Thailand. Ergo: Home is Thailand. Thailand is Home. I will never leave.

Actually, it is not difficult to find happiness. Just buy one of these, and you will be happy for life. Personally, I LOVE dogs. We evolved with dogs. And, without dogs in our lives, we are bound to be less happy. In other words, a man without a good woman is like a man without a good dog. Unless a man has both a dog and a woman, then there is always something missing, and a man will never attain any semblance of happiness.

Elmer Gantry

Like most of you, I hid under my desk at school, many times, for practice, in my early years. At such an early age, I never knew why I was asked to hide under my desk. I only knew that hiding under my desk seemed bizarre, and unsettling. These days, the older I become, the more I think that the chances are less likely that I will die of natural causes. And, I am now somewhat convinced that I will die of some sort of thermonuclear-warfare syndrome when most of our world is reduced to flaming cities which cause our atmosphere to block out the sun, and reduce our world to an almost endless winter, for decades to come. I am not sure how you feel about this. And some poster here posed the question on a topic, wondering if most guys here had thought about living long enough to witness the "future". Everybody knows about the Doomsday Clock. The Doomsday Clock is only an estimation, made by rather smart scientists, concerning RISK, existential risk to Mankind. Years ago, as children, many of us were convinced we would be reduced to cinders as a result of a nuclear exchange between the USSR and the USA. Now that the USSR no longer exists, this likelihood is impossible. Still, as Chomsky says, we remain in a state of extreme risk. And, who is willing to say that Chimpsky is not entirely correct? Therefore, what are the odds that, even though we were not turned to cinders during our childhood, yet, given the number of nuclear weapons on high alert around the world, we may yet be vaporised before we die from old age, of natural causes? How old are you? How many more years do you have to live? The longer you have to live, then the higher the odds are that you may experience nuclear war, statistically speaking. As for me, I just hope that I die early enough so that I will not need to witness a nuclear exchange of megatons on MIRVS. Most young guys here don't even know what a MIRV might be. Google it, if you like. Or, instead, watch this film, which is one of Kubrick's best. Although, I did like Barry Lyndon, too, simply because Kubrick arranged such great music to accompany this film. Of course, even in Dr. Strangelove, the music chosen was magnificent. Kubrick was a genius. Some day, if Dr. Strangelove proves prescient, then....Nobody will Remember Kubrick. (This is an EXAMPLE of Irony. Somebody asked for an example of irony, a while ago. So, this is just one example.)

The main reason I stay in Thailand is due to the fact that I feel far less miserable in Thailand than anywhere else, such as in places like Luxembourg. I have been sorely miserable throughout most of my life, until I arrived here in Thailand. Now, I am so much less miserable that I think this lack of misery makes me feel slightly happy. I mean, I would really wish to be miserable, if I could. However, living in Thailand, feeling miserable is just so very difficult, these days.

I like your reply. Not sure how accurate it might be, however. Everybody (or at least somebody) loves Beethoven. Yet, Beethoven was NOT a very nice person. Learn to separate your love of art from your dislike of the artist, maybe.